I’ve learnt the least common denominator of a common normal human being is a good joke. With the prefix ‘good’ being ‘yourself’.
So I pepper my speeches with an overdose of my fallacies and even those of my family’s and colleagues’. In fact, my local club is so familiar with the people whom I sit, eat, sleep and work with, that they guess my protagonist before I could even gesture.
|Recalling one such incident
Here’s a pick from my first workplace that I’ve recounted several times over…
The first editor whom I worked with [am too modestly averse to use the cliché – ‘whom I had the privilege to work with…’]. And trust me, I don’t fool my readers. That’s against my salt.
Well, he was a gentleman, nevertheless. Always marching in on polished black pointed shoes, thick rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, wearing full-sleeved striped shirt and thigh-hugging trousers. Now, that’s something I’m in the process of understanding. Why do men flaunt their figures? Check this space, I’m nearing the secret.
Okay, getting to the man, he wasn’t that gentle ‘cos his pet peeve was to teach me English grammar, with a pencil, cigarette stick and coffee cup.
I’ve lost the number of times he tapped the burning stick on my story to explain a compound adjective. The complexity of the term would be lost on me while I gaped at how his hooded eyes prote