Mini's Scripts

The typical question that comes across every human being during their life time is – Who am I? It also does sound more like the dreadful question as always asked to start a conversation – tell me something about you? Coming to I – Even before I could understand that – God first, World next and I last – I had glued this into my neurons - I first, World next, God last. My identity as gratefully handed over by this social world is firstborn of my wonderful parents, eldest of siblings, related to many a relatives, student, best friend of a few, friends of some, acquaintances, employee, national, transferred national – Errrrrrrrrr! Wait! I am an Indian! I can’t be a British yet in my mannerisms, although by now I have blended into the non-fashionable, nearly obese, always working, Sunday grocery shopping, and weather conversing general populace. As an Indian to the core – I am more of a foreign calling/skyping weekender, pound – rupee-rate-converting deal hunter. Just today as I was havi...

Feeble attempt to yet write another MINI-PIECE - I have to remind myself that my type of writers usually have all the time, but nothing on mind worth scribbling down to long sentences. Not wanting to write long sentences reminds me that I used to have a Twitter account, but could not keep up with those tiny one-liners as I preferred back then and continue to, use full words in my written conversations; unlike these - u, der, dnt, ystrdy ...etc. You know what I mean! Talking about mean, I am in a constant state of wonder whether is it me or everyone else finding the job adverts, applying, getting called for the interview, and then coming full-circle with the mother of all interviews. Happening right where it is supposed to be your next office, interviewer who is going to be your next colleague, discussing your next seating arrangement and things etc. in such a warm manner that you bask in the glory and sweetness of that formal discussion until you don't hear a word and then ...