I am allergic to aubergine, peanuts, black-pepper, crabs but most importantly duffers. Not being able to eat a mean grilled aubergine and feta cheese salad or roasted peanuts does not really affect my mental happiness. But being surrounded by duffers do affect my psychological well-being. Duffers give me an itchy feeling deep within. I want to scream at the top of my voice but I can’t as I live in a ‘civilised’ world. What do you do when a fellow journalist sees you reading Kuldip Nayar’s autobiography ‘Beyond the lines’ and asks you, “Who’s he?” (It’s like an oncologist asking who’s Siddhartha Mukherjee or a photographer asking who’s Henri Cartier Bresson)
Another one is all charged up to interview Riteish Deshmukh and she thinks that his father Vilasrao Deshmukh is still Maharashtra’s chief minister. Another one thinks Goa is a part of Maharashtra and Odiyas speak Odissi at home. I feel like doing a tandava on his head so that he will not live to repeat the mistakes once again.
God, what have I done in my life to come across so many duffers every single day? What karmic connection do I share with them? And is it that difficult to read a daily newspaper?