We are what we are...

We are a very queer species.. Humans... Something I have observed that other earthlings dont usually share...... Hypocrisy. Next time you visit a zoo, try and jump into a lion's pit. The lion would not tell you "Sorry dude.... not hungry today" and still keep thinking of how will you taste better..... as a barbeque or deep fried !! No double standards here sir.

"Chetta!! (Brother in mallu) ... I want a BICYCLE!!"...my little brother has a latest fad.

"So? What am I supposed to do? Ask Amma..." Yes.... I am a heartless prick..

"Nooo.... Amma said to ask you to ask Acchan (Dad) to buy me a bicycle".

Now thats typical of amma...give the dangerous assignments to her loving elder son. Asking Dad to get him a bicycle !!!... Now according to Dad ... little brother is not of age to try such risky and life threatning vehicles... So that puts me in a pickle situation.... Should I tell the innocent one about the harsh truth or escape by giving him false hopes ?

Flashhbackkk.... lot more years back.... I was the age of little bro and we were spending holidays at my native place Kerala. I and Amma had just returned from Amma's home to Dad's house.

"Ammaa!!... I want to go back to Roshan's place!! NOW!!" . Roshan is my cousin at Amma's home who was my only pal in Kerala as such.

"Haan unni.... we will go back tomorrow ok?" Amma's voice was never more sweeter.

Delighted at the prospect of going back so soon I waited for "tomorrow".
And yes... you guessed it right... the tomorrow never came. Betrayed by my own mother I couldnt go back to Roshan's place for the rest of my time in Kerala.

It took me several years to understand how difficult it is to manage little time when we have to visit each and every relative's house on every Kerala visit. I sympathised for Amma.

Anyway... back to present.... little bro is literally shouting in my ears to break my trance.

"So? Will you talk to Acchan?" the inncoent quering eyes asked.

"Of course yaar.... Dont you worry....I'll talk to him as soon as he comes from office ok?"
With a renewed glow the poor soul ran outside to tell the news to his friends.

Hypocrites. Yes sir... my First Class ticked to Hell is booked.

So my point is .... so what we show two faces sometimes.... if its for a "greater cause" so be it....

As Don Michael Corleone so eloquently put it... "We are all Part of the same Hypocrisy"....

Here i am.....

"Why dont you write blogs man?" asks my friend during dinner. The spoon almost drops from my hand.

"Blogs??!!?? Me?? ... no man... not my cup of tea or coffee or any beverage for that matter!!" I thought.

"Well... I had thought of it... am not so good at writing re... " I finally replied. Standard Class I reply for such dangerous questions.

Of course the thought of zillion netizens reading your thoughts and passing judgments on you...no...not scary at all.
But the thought lingered all the way back from mess through chatting sessions in corridors to my room.....

"Why not?" I thought.... So, thanking my unnamed friend, here I am....