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Inheritance
Bia Jasmine
Jul 02
|23:22
Last Updated on Tue, 10 Aug 2010 21:21
We were having a conversation, one where we agreed with each other almost on sync. We listen to the same songs. Neither of us smoked. Both liked our windows down. There was nothing much to fuss or argue about and it was a bit bland. I am very much lost when the eyes nictitate. All is restored once they are wide open again. The bonny corners of the mouth rise with every word I utter, I know that it is amusement if not happiness. I decided to continue in a different vein just to see if frustration and anger was just around the corner.
“So, your idea of bonding with a person is to pick a complete stranger and talk, share things with them?”
“You are on the rewind mode. I have nothing more to say about that”
“Why not? You share things only with strangers?”
“Because you have decided to shut yourself up in your small, safe and boring life. There is a whole wide world out there waiting for someone to explore it. And it won’t be you. Good for the world”
“I talk of people and you talk of world”
“The world comprises of people. What is so wrong about talking to some unknown person anyway? How else am I supposed to get to know people?”
“True. It also comprises of toxic waste, would you be interested in exploring that? You can start with your brain for all I know”
“At least I am using mine, unlike you”
“That is true too”
“The cynic in you. It is so typical of your zodiac if you don’t know”
“There is one in every one of us. But, I am certainly not judgmental and abusive like your zodiac”
“You know nothing about zodiacs. You don’t have a clue about what my sign is in the first place”
“I sure do”
“You don’t even know when my birthday falls, how can you possibly know my sign?”
“Would that be the time we went on vacation to your parents’ place?”
“Oh... It remembers. It has a brain too. Wonderful”
“It?”
“Great. It can hear too”
“Would you treat a stray dog more abusively?”
“A stray dog is content with a biscuit and a pat on the back and it knows how to appreciate love and care. You are just overly needy and self centered.”
“Yeah right. You are an incessantly narcissistic person. Don’t blame me just because you can.”
“I don’t have to blame to state the facts.”
“You want facts? I will give you enough facts to fill half a dozen filing cabinets. “
“Can you fill a paper without misspelling a word?”
“Better than you can”
“Sure”
“Wanna bet?”
“Oh please. Grow up.”
“You mean be more like you? Mind of a teenager trapped in the body of an adult? No thanks”
“You just summed yourself up perfectly with that sentence you know.”
“Of course, we are polar opposites. By explaining what you are I was sure you’ll get the drift of what I am“
“I got that drift a very long time ago”
“Good for you.”
“It would be good for both of us if you turnaround.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because we just went past our home and I saw our kids playing in a puddle of mud”
“Those brats, they are so like you”
“Us. Are you going to pretend that we never played in puddles?”
“I never did”
“I have few pictures of you from the good old days with mud all over your dress. Now, would that not make our kids happy and proud?”
“You are so dead if they get to see it. And what do you mean good old days? Is the present so bad for you?”
“May be”
“Stop grinning”
“Stop the car before you drive through the garden“
“I would rather drive it over you”
“And remain single for the rest of your life?”
“That depends on a huge presumption. Anyway, sounds just fine”
“Of course, dumb me. With so many of your exes scattered all around, you can’t be alone after all”
“The dumb part was right”
“Sure it was, don’t forget to bring in the bags”
“A slave would get more respect”
“A slave is never allowed to speak the way you do”
“A slave gets paid.”
“Does the job have a name when you don’t get paid for whatever you do?”
“Sure it does. It is called hard marriage... for life”, comes the reply with a mocking smile.
“Good. Now, bring in the bags and get the kids off that damn puddle.
“The damn puddle won’t be there if you knew how to park the car.”
“Why do I even do all this anyway?”
“
Let me guess, because you ran out of choices. It could be out of love as well. Love, perhaps.”
“Perhaps.”
Putting aside all the sardonic smiles and cutting replies we join our kids to try and get them of the puddle. I watch them slinging mud at each other happily. Though it was dangerous, they were so sure that they were not hurting each other in anyway. They had a knack for it I guess, probably inherited.
“So, your idea of bonding with a person is to pick a complete stranger and talk, share things with them?”
“You are on the rewind mode. I have nothing more to say about that”
“Why not? You share things only with strangers?”
“Because you have decided to shut yourself up in your small, safe and boring life. There is a whole wide world out there waiting for someone to explore it. And it won’t be you. Good for the world”
“I talk of people and you talk of world”
“The world comprises of people. What is so wrong about talking to some unknown person anyway? How else am I supposed to get to know people?”
“True. It also comprises of toxic waste, would you be interested in exploring that? You can start with your brain for all I know”
“At least I am using mine, unlike you”
“That is true too”
“The cynic in you. It is so typical of your zodiac if you don’t know”
“There is one in every one of us. But, I am certainly not judgmental and abusive like your zodiac”
“You know nothing about zodiacs. You don’t have a clue about what my sign is in the first place”
“I sure do”
“You don’t even know when my birthday falls, how can you possibly know my sign?”
“Would that be the time we went on vacation to your parents’ place?”
“Oh... It remembers. It has a brain too. Wonderful”
“It?”
“Great. It can hear too”
“Would you treat a stray dog more abusively?”
“A stray dog is content with a biscuit and a pat on the back and it knows how to appreciate love and care. You are just overly needy and self centered.”
“Yeah right. You are an incessantly narcissistic person. Don’t blame me just because you can.”
“I don’t have to blame to state the facts.”
“You want facts? I will give you enough facts to fill half a dozen filing cabinets. “
“Can you fill a paper without misspelling a word?”
“Better than you can”
“Sure”
“Wanna bet?”
“Oh please. Grow up.”
“You mean be more like you? Mind of a teenager trapped in the body of an adult? No thanks”
“You just summed yourself up perfectly with that sentence you know.”
“Of course, we are polar opposites. By explaining what you are I was sure you’ll get the drift of what I am“
“I got that drift a very long time ago”
“Good for you.”
“It would be good for both of us if you turnaround.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because we just went past our home and I saw our kids playing in a puddle of mud”
“Those brats, they are so like you”
“Us. Are you going to pretend that we never played in puddles?”
“I never did”
“I have few pictures of you from the good old days with mud all over your dress. Now, would that not make our kids happy and proud?”
“You are so dead if they get to see it. And what do you mean good old days? Is the present so bad for you?”
“May be”
“Stop grinning”
“Stop the car before you drive through the garden“
“I would rather drive it over you”
“And remain single for the rest of your life?”
“That depends on a huge presumption. Anyway, sounds just fine”
“Of course, dumb me. With so many of your exes scattered all around, you can’t be alone after all”
“The dumb part was right”
“Sure it was, don’t forget to bring in the bags”
“A slave would get more respect”
“A slave is never allowed to speak the way you do”
“A slave gets paid.”
“Does the job have a name when you don’t get paid for whatever you do?”
“Sure it does. It is called hard marriage... for life”, comes the reply with a mocking smile.
“Good. Now, bring in the bags and get the kids off that damn puddle.
“The damn puddle won’t be there if you knew how to park the car.”
“Why do I even do all this anyway?”
“
Let me guess, because you ran out of choices. It could be out of love as well. Love, perhaps.”
“Perhaps.”
Putting aside all the sardonic smiles and cutting replies we join our kids to try and get them of the puddle. I watch them slinging mud at each other happily. Though it was dangerous, they were so sure that they were not hurting each other in anyway. They had a knack for it I guess, probably inherited.
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