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Coffee with strangers

She has gone out for coffee with some people she does not know very well. Talk turns to a popular author and his works. She has never heard of him nor read any of his books. They evidently love him and are analysing his style, content and the multiple layers his books work on.
One of them turns to her and wonders what she thinks of the author. She loves him, of course! However, she was a little flummoxed by the way his last book ended. Most unsatisfactory, she felt. They all nod in agreement. She looks at her watch and suddenly remembers that she has an appointment to keep. Will they excuse her please? She’s terribly sorry she can’t stay and continue with the discussion. Why, of course! She has their numbers and will definitely call. And then, she slips out hurriedly. If you saw her leaving, you'd think she really had an appointment to keep.


S m i t h a said…
happens all the time for me! LOL
Shyam said…
Good act all the way to the end, then? :)
Anonymous said…
Ha ha, life's opportune moments for white lies!

To continue the story -
She rushes out, and drives hurriedly to a friend's place. "Sheila, I can't tell you how bored I've been for the last hour... I hate being held up in such situations, but this time I got smart and escaped soon'
Sheila - 'Yeah, yeah I know exactly how that feels'
They move on to talking about how cool Fardeen looks in No entry and how they both hate Salman. Much easier to talk about than unknown books! :)
What are girl-friends for, to pour out our compaints and crib. crib,crib right? ;)
?! said…


And the twist.

shakunthalai said…
nice one. i slip into that role effortlessly now. :)
:) we all are oscar winners in our own rights rnt v?
Anonymous said…
almost everyday at work,especially when the discussion is about football :)
Anu said…
here from Balaji's blog...

u nailed it..happens to me nowadyas all the time
monu said…
when such things happen to me, i cant even pretend that i know what they are talking blinking gives it all i take the initiative and simple change the topic!!!
lenscrafter said…
i'm pretty direct too when i'm bored about a topic. what's the point of all the acting ?
anantha said…
insightful. as always.
Rubic_Cube said…
Pretence... Lies... A feeling of being misplaced! We all are there at sometime or the other. We all engage in it without feeling a shred of guilt. We all even justify being so and doing so. Right or wrong? No one can decide - for there is none in it. It just happened. It is not tagged to anything. And it just passes...

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Now and Then

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My mother used to say,
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Why should I waste a day

Doing the things I ought to
Simply because I should?
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(And I have to bite my tongue)
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For fifty, I've begun
To do exactly as I please
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