Story of a lost journalist

May 15, 2008

ATM machine and 3 men

Filed under: Others — Cris @ 23:12
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Looks like I blog everyday I go out. Either the world has always been so happening and I just didn’t notice anything, or it must be me. I prefer to think it’s the world.

Today’s trips had nothing special in them. One was to an icici atm machine, outside which I waited 15 minutes before realizing the man inside was not a first-time-user playing with the machine and clapping his hands vigorously like I imagined but a man who had the machine open its money mouth and repair its money problems. The keyword here is money. “Network problem”, he said happily as I knocked and asked what the trouble was.

So I went to another atm machine. This time the man inside was infact a money-taker who was obviously in love with the machine. He was near the machine for a long time, then made his way to the door, seemed to miss the machine’s presence and went back for more tête-à-tête. I bit my nails and frowned for 10 minutes before he finally bid a tearful farewell to the machine and went out reluctantly. I went and reverently stood before the machine. It was going to give me something that made life breathable. But while I was in there talking to the machine about what exactly I was looking for, there came in an intruder. I turned around sharply all prepared to fight down a potential atm-thief. He however didn’t seem to notice a fighter human being in the premises and went around sticking funny papers. Posing as a bank worker are you, my frown said. I didn’t like it one bit. Papers or no papers, the atm room was supposed to be a 1-minute relaxation centre to its sweaty, solitude-seeking customers. If someone wanted to use it for crafts and entertainment, they better wait their turn that’s what! I kept my fighter instincts in alert as I finished my business there. There was no telling when the paper-sticker threw away his paper-sticker disguise and came out as a loud-laughing villain who grabbed money and cards from innocent people. I eyed him suspiciously and remembered the Karate gimmicks I saw in movies. I could think of nothing but boy he was going to have a tough life ahead if he toyed with any burglary ideas! I made a quick move to the door and made sure I brushed some harsh air onto his intruding skin! Well, that I added for my satisfaction, I don’t think any air hit him harsh or he had any clue of the ill-fated future he very nearly escaped.

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The rest of the journey I stuck to keeping quiet and assuming an air of wisdom. Incredibly it worked. There were no more troubles and life was peaceful again. I must do more of this quiet-air-of-wisdom thing. I hope I will remember that for the next trip.

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4 Comments »

  1. 🙂 lol .. I can imagine you preparing for karate movements=))

    And that new illustrations are nice!! But try to use something else than Paint 🙂

    Comment by Srijith — May 15, 2008 @ 23:21 | Reply

  2. you know this is the first time I tried someting other than paint :D. Happy bday again bro!

    Comment by Cris — May 15, 2008 @ 23:31 | Reply

  3. It is sad but true, most people have no clue about personal space and privacy in India. Only if those locks on the doors for the ATM rooms had worked…

    Comment by Anoop John — May 16, 2008 @ 01:43 | Reply

  4. “Looks like I blog everyday I go out. Either the world has always been so happening and I just didn’t notice anything, or it must be me. I prefer to think it’s the world.” Title Sounded like ‘Three men in a boat’ 🙂

    Comment by Name — February 19, 2012 @ 04:50 | Reply


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