Nomad, the Scribbler

Humiliation frustration and a few more things to go with it . Well that's it for the title. I was rich, was called a banker by a few ( hate those filthy people). They had pointed out that a banker of my reputation ought to have a laptop and not having one is unthinkable for a person of my stature. I was fool enough to fall for it. Please don't ask me why I had placed an order and left a considerable amount of money with a total stranger to buy a laptop. I don't have a sensible answer for that. People do make mistakes and discount was far too luring to ignore. Now it doesn't seem so good a reason though. I'm more than sure that the model's price has come down, just not sure if it is more than the discount that I was offered. That will be far too disheartening to hear. So I've closed all my senses to ads from Toshiba. And I've learned a new lesson. When your parents ask questions like these. "When are you coming home?? "

Today a long half hour at the pipeline signal and having a position somewhere at the end of a very long queue of impatient honking vehicles made my mind rush to the statement made by a sane stranger, though then he wasn't looking so sane to me. It happened long back, may be eons back and I am not even sure this is what really happened, but this is close to what I can remember. I was on the way to my office in a bus. I did see a man (usual careless glance) who was sitting to the left where I was standing. I didn't give him much attention. All of a sudden he asked me. Njan oru chodyam chodikkatte ??? Lot many things went across my mind. I might have accidentally hit his head when the bus braked. While I was contemplating the possibility of facing a  humiliation before all the passengers he asked me, Signal palikkatthe nammal poyal entha fine ennu ariyamo ?? What!!!  Enthuva?? May be the question came out all wrong, that wasn’t what he was intending to ask. I wa