These motherfuckers don't seem to get extinct anytime in the near future.
I was on my way to thanjavur in a train (to visit my sister and brother, if you must know). I was reading my first novel, "Catcher in the Rye" by J. D. Salinger - good book by the way - with my iPod earphones sticking in my ear. The train halts at Bangalore where this Hare-Krishna-Son-of-a-Bitch gets on the train, clad in familiar orange and with a set of books in his hand. I return back to my book. He comes up to me and this is the shit I had to go through.
He (pushing those fucking books into my face): Would you like to buy any of these?I pause reading and the currently playing song, removed my earphones and ...
Me (politely, keeping my hate for Krishna aside): No. I'm not interested.
He (with a fucking smirk on his face): How long would you be like this?
Me (totally pissed off and angry): Like what?
He: You know! (and he looks up and down)
Me: Tell me. Just because I don't look like you, and I'm not into religious books, I'm screwed up?
He looks at me and the guy beside me for a couple of seconds, mumbles something and leaves.
You'd think this is the end of the misery, but the Supreme Psycho above decided to have some more fun. I reached Thanjavur the next day. I checked in, freshened up and went to Brihadeeshwara temple (one hell of a temple that is). Apart from the horrible weather, I thought nothing could bother me that day. I was having my breakfast when an Indica (with a SBI sticker on the windshield) screeches and this person, big fat one, gets out of the car and enters the so-called tiffin center. He sat on the table beside me. I noticed that the engine of the car was still running. Normally I wouldn't have done anything about it. Maybe the effect of the moon made me harmonal, I don't know. I waited for a while, gathered up some courage and went over to adjacent table.
Me: Ahem ... Hello sir, did you know that your car's engine is still on?
He (with a confused look): Yes, I do.
Me: Can you please switch it off? It is unnecessary, since no one is in the car.
He (bit pissed off): I know. I kept it on because I need to keep the AC running.
Me: But sir, the car will cool down in a minute. It not that hot anyway.
He: What's your problem? It's car, my wish. Mind your own (fucking) business.
Mind my own business!! That fat bastard! I know those types. He would definetely would switch off that engine if it was indeed his car and his petrol. Burning up government's money and polluting the earth - Son of a BITCH! Frankly, there was nothing else I could do; I shut my hole and got the hell out of that restaurant. The perfect day turned out to be a least-expected miserable one.
Why? Why do such things happen to me? This is just like encountering a small stone in your food. My mother always has a brilliant answer to such situations - "Such things happen to everyone. It is you who keeps bitching and make a big deal out of something insignificant". It is small, I agree, yet a big pain in the ass. I'm a kind of person who like to enjoy a meal without "minor" hitches. Is it too much to ask?
