chips please?????????

 

 

 

 

 

Hello everyone! It’s me!!! So, today I will be writing about the types of people I have come across till now. Wether it is at a general store, grocery shopping, playing football or even at your own house. There are people who you can’t just avoid

The philosophers

Now, there comes a time in everyone’s life when they can be officially called cracked. Basically cracked people may cut your hair, try to kill you, chase you with nutrella in their hand (not such a bad death then!) or whatever plan they may have but if referring to “the philosophers” then out of all these ways you might just want to bang your head to the wall or kill yourself grabbing the nearest object found. Philosophies are great but not so great when delivered in the speech of erm…. you know!

Like I said that such people can be found anywhere and anywhere means that even a place which is most likely to be of you own but no, these philosophers don’t understand that. So, to prove it let me just pen down an incident of mine with a categorised person.

It was a fine evening, me waiting in my mom’s chamber eating from a bag of chips which I rarely got to lay my hands on. I was on top of the world savouring each and every bite I could get. Ah! What a day that was but like every good thing there needs to be a horrible one too I think I just received my other share of fate too. my mother’s a doctor and most of the times when I was a tad younger I used to visit her hospital and sit there inside her chamber most probably sitting on her chair and eating something. No one had ever uttered a word against it because HEY! IT’S MY MOTHER’S CHAMBER! MY MOTHER DA BOSS!!! YOU NO GOT ANY RIGHT OVER HERE!  And yes, I was right. It was my mother’s property and I was free to use it unless of course she told me not to. Well, where were we? Yeah, me sitting firmly on the chair.  Eating from a bag of chips and when suddenly my mother came in with some patient of hers. Nothing was weird as no one was talking. Me sitting in the corner probably hard to notice but I guess I was audible with that licking and picking sound I was making and the sound of the plastic wrapper squashed and shaked. Suddenly my mother went out of the chamber for some reason leaving that tall man with a turban inside with me. He saw me, then that packet of chips and I was like don’t you dare to even look at my property! It’s mine. My chips! But he kept on looking and I being too stubborn kept on eating. Everything was alright when he suddenly spoke out of nowhere “hasn’t you mom taught you to offer someone first before you eat?” (Silence) (Silence)(Silence) all I could manage to do was squeaking a little smile as he faced his back towards me and then inside of my head I was like WHAT THE HELL! MY CHIPS, MY BAG, MY MOTHER’S ROOM AND I AM EATING , MINDING MY OWN BUSINESSS BUT YOU OUT OF NOWHERE COME AND TEACH ME MANNERS? DO I LOOK ILLMANNERED? UH! I GUESS NOT! YOU SHOULD KNOW WHO YOU TALKING TO MAN! I MEAN WATCH OUT!

While on the outside I was like -_-

As I grew up to be more wonderfulJ :p I realised that even though I thought about it as a good think that someone was teaching me manners be it any outsider who was kind enough to do that. Ah!!! Enough of lies. I actually never felt so when I recalled that incident but yeah, it was weird. I had no comeback at him and even if I had he would have found another reason to call me uncivilised like “don’t your parents teach you not to answer back?” or “don’t your parents teach you atticates?” or anything else but then I think of a re-do of that incident. Maybe what would have happened if I had offered him a chip? Maybe I would have received a thank you or maybe a few words in the honour of the most mannerful girl in the world! Or maybe a bit less appreciation. What if I had just left the room? Maybe my entire problem would have been solved. Only if I would have not been so lazy. But you can’t change destiny. So, most probably it was for the best and to save me from people like that!vvvv