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August 5, 2006

Twin Stories

Filed under: Life as I know it — Celia @ 3:21 pm

This is about two incidents that happened on the same day. They are totally unrelated other than the fact that it was told by the same person to me and that they share a common character – The Mobile.

Like the general human race, I present the best story first.


The Baby

My brother’s colleague has a two year old daughter and I often get to hear lot of stories about her. Recently this colleague had presented her daughter a ‘toy mobile’. Ever since, she found her daughter having very busy conversations on the mobile with “???”..

Sometimes the kid would speak on the phone and then place it on the ear of her barbie toy so that the doll could reply. She would always keep the phone near her as she didn’t want to miss any calls from her barbie daughter (doll).. This went on for a week. On this day, the colleague had misplaced her mobile somewhere and was searching it. She was getting late for office and was turning the house upside down and didn’t want to be late also. Seeing her mom’s plight, the young one quickly came to the rescue with her ‘mobile’. ” Please take my mobile to office Mommy. I can manage for a day. After you come back, you can search for your mobile again and give mine back to me“.

The Grown ups:

My brothers’ office have their own transport facility and they run quite a few buses. After their usual work-shift, a group of ladies got into their bus that evening. Two hr assistants were sitting on the front seat that is opposite to the driver’s seat. One of them wanted to talk to her husband over the phone. But she found it very difficult as the bus’s music system was soaring in volume. She asked the driver to stop the music and I guess this annoyed the driver. (Don’t know why?)

He slammed the music system off and what he didn’t know was that the music system had been kept too close to the window glasses and on the impact the glasses broke and fell on both the assistants. One piece pierced this female’s leg and blood gushed like a fountain. Alarmed, the co-passenger (though unhurt) started putting her hand kerchief and was trying to stop the blood.. The victim screamed in pain and one of the guys who was sitting on the last seat of the bus rushed for help..

Amidst all this, the driver or the entire group of females who were sitting in the front, didn’t bat an eyelid itseems. One female had turned to look over in curiosity and then looked away.

As my brother was saying all this (to my mother), he was eyeing me and was trying to get me into a conversation. He remarked saying that ‘girls don’t have a helping tendency’ and how they were so selfish and didn’t help out this lady. Usually, when a similar argument comes up, I would rise to the occasion and defend my race. This day, I was unsure why the girls didn’t help out.

Don’t you see a difference here? A baby that can hardly find any difference between a toy and a mobile tries to help out like a mature adult. But grownups behave like kids and have a don’t care attitude. Where on earth are we evolving?

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4 Comments »

  1. wow really nice illustrations here. Its not not Girl or boy, its the whole Issue of I dont care!! what say?

    Comment by J — August 5, 2006 @ 8:52 pm | Reply

  2. Nice comparisions….MORAL of the STORIES – usually girls are very wise when they are young and slowly loose it while they grow up…hee hee hee…what ever it is ithu namakulla thaan irukanum anni kitta ellam solla koodaathu… πŸ™‚

    Comment by Syam — August 7, 2006 @ 5:30 pm | Reply

  3. @J – Yeah, Thats what I told my brother.

    @Syam – Humkum 😦

    Comment by Bindu — August 8, 2006 @ 2:32 am | Reply

  4. Nice illustration,after really very long period I am happy to find a blog like this.Nie story to share and you have a mark that you will be a good writer in future.Don’t stop ,keep writing.

    Comment by Jegan — August 22, 2006 @ 5:51 am | Reply


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