i dont understand why people talk to me....i mean strangers...who absolutely know nothing abt me....its funny that they actually do....and its absolutely frightening too
its not that i am handsome. its not that i exuberate the charisma of great leaders...worse....i can hardly speak to strangers.
when i am introduced to people by mutual friends, i can hardly speak more than a word - say hi...or hello...ohhh nice to meet u. looking at probably at my disinterest, i often am left alone, in the middle of a conversation.
so why do strangers talk to me....probably because some intuition tells them that if they are ever introduced to me, i would hardly speak, so they just dont introduce themselves and start speaking without giving me a chance to show that i am disinterested.
other day, i was waiting for a bus, a guy, as young as me, probably younger than me, started talking to me. he drives lorries, but he has no licence for two wheeler. he makes good money to send to his family. his manager takes care of him well. his friend is not as good as him...and so on.....his dirty dress, pan in his mouth, his local lingo, frightened me. i kept checking my back pocket to ensure he is not putting a trap to try his hand on me. having been a victim of pick packet, i was little cautious. but his bus came, and he left, and he left with sweet wrods, ok we will meet tomoroow and talk. i hardly ever take that bus, but he promised familairity!!!!!
then there is this bsf fellow i met on a train. he talked abt all his heroics - in the kashmir borders, in the bihar elections, abt how he miraculously escaped from death twice and so on.
and then he talked abt how he was worried abt his brother,who had not been in contact with him for two weeks. how he could not even reach him through his friends, because his friends pleaded ignorance abt his whereabouts......
and then there was this girl, who was travelling with me in the bus. i was reading a journal paper, she asked do u exam. i said no. she said why are u reading lets talk. i often get bored in a bus, if fellow passengers dont talk. so kept talking, just like kareena in jab we met. and there was a fellow with me. she forcefully became a friend with both of us. she asked all kinda question. finally when she asked abt love, i told her, i am already in love, and the other guy said he is still searching, she called me brother, and started concentarting on the other guy. lucky escape........
but why do people have to talk to me...
and why people talk to me...it beats me....
but it is often leaves a nice taste in the memory