"How tall are you?", she asked my friend. He said 5.9 and she made an ugly face. My poor unsuspecting friend pretended to look for more shirts else where. Then she turns to me, "How tall are you????", she asked. Five eleven and a half, I told her; I never forget to tell people the extra half an inch above the eleventh. "Will this fit you?", she asked and put a shirt against me. "Ehh?!!", said I and she repeated herself. Sleeve length's too short, I told her. "Then how about this one?". Yes, maybe this one, I said. And she put another 2 shirts on me. I said ...yeah...probably, but I can't be sure since I don't know whom you are shopping for. Wait, I said. I don't even know you. "Plcchh", she said; made an uglier face and walked away.

I had once read in Reader's digest that toilets and news papers should be left after using them, in a condition that one expects them to be while opening them. And I extend that wherever possible. I fold my bed sheets in trains and planes and people look at me like I am from a different galaxy. Today, after trying a couple of jeans, I folded them and kept them where they were; watching me do this, a guy comes up to me and asks me how much the jeans he was holding cost and if they have any black jeans. Buhh.

Why do the groom's brother have to pose with his leg on a stool ,his elbow on his knee and his chin resting on his palm? Why do friendddzz have to take pictures of them in a star fish formation or holding each others legs standing sideways? Why does one sit in a yogic cross legged meditation posture once he goes to a random river or a cave and declare it as his moment of spiritualism in his photos on social networking sites? And why does each and every photo from college have to be sepia and titled "Those golden days ..."(Notice the ... for discontinuity and sighs). Though I wish, I could be as confident when the camera looks at me, my right eye usually becomes conscious of the camera and shys close a little bit and I grin..no, I think I just show my teeth. The expression is more like that of a person being stepped on his bare footin a train by a younger Adnan Sami wearing stilletos.

My batchmates are getting married, some are even expecting children. I feel old, no..I am ancient. I see these college kids all over the place,their hair grown, goaties, things in their ears adding to their nonchalance, having blogs and blog friends who have to comment that they write well even if they wrote in Hebrew and no one understood. Time will heal them. I was one of them too, not too long ago when I was not so ancient, had my hair till my shoulders and was occassionally called Bheem by a few professors. What do they know about long hair. And on our way back from the oh so cool I-rock, we did not have change...so my buddy and I paid the extra

3 bucks by giving the cabbie 6 chewing gums. We never looked back after we gave him that. Time healed us.