I have had many a rumination about the way people act and the motives behind the same. Let me tell you a story then.
Damu comes from a very decent background. His father is an established lawyer and his mother is a renowned artist. His lineage is as established as his love for his whiskers. He has been the one eye through which both his parents have seen the joys of parenting and the ensuing responsibilities.
Damu is in college and is part of a discussion.
Damu says to his friend,
‘Can this be a work of the beatles?’
Kris says,
‘ But I am talking about politics’
Damu says
‘You must be a fan of Bob Dylan then..’ Damu snickers away to glory.
Damu likes everything which is associated with intellectual coolness. Say what about the retro posters and marked verbal and non-verbal overtures alluding to a liking for the late-twentieth century association between music and cultural movements across the developed world. Interestingly he is funny guy, one who is able to make people laugh with him rather than at him.
But what has really made me write about Damu is illustrated in the following conversation.
Damu saya with a note of brevity and nonchalance
‘Things like this tend to happen’
Ron says with a note of surprise at Damu’s attitude to an event of personal grief to Damu
‘But aren’t you worried about things like this happening to you?’
Damu maintains his air of nonchalance
‘Do I look like I care?’
But I sit back and think about another event that had happened sometime back.
Damu says with a note of concern.
‘Don’t talk like that to me. What will people think of me?’
And I know if Damu cares or not. I know if Damu is really cool or not. I know.
But then human emotions are like water. They rise, drop, flow, rise and ebb in unstoppable continuum with very little rhyme or reason. I now know that it doesn’t matter if I know or not.
Damu is a jolly good fellow.
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