A nosey little female sitting next to me on the company bus was peeping into the book i was reading, trying to read the title.She couldn't.
Finally she says to me,’ What are you reading ?
' Me: 'A book'.
She: 'Oh, yes of course, but may i know the name?'. No you may not. Me: 'Oh it's 'How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild, and Got A Life'
She made a face like i was reading a porn magazine. Excuse me???
The next week, again she was sitting next to me, 'What are you reading?' Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhh.
Me :'Not without my daughter'.
She :'Oh, what's it about?'.
Me :' Well it's about a woman who was forcibly kept in Iran by her husband and his relatives'. Or was it Iraq ?
She : 'Ohhhhhhh'.
The next week, She :'Oh, you are reading 'Anne Frank'.
You like to read about tortured and oppressed people.'
What kind of a question is that? I am running out of patience with her.
I dislike people who try to judge others on the kind of books they read.
I may not like Shakespeare, reason being that i don't understand him, though i love his stories.
I may not like to read self-help or motivational books.
Did i say anything to you when you were reading,' How to make yourself happy’? NO.
Each to his own.
I may read whatever i want to lady and you are nobody to judge me.
You better get that.
I am reading 'Fishbowl' currently, some obscure book i picked up on impulse recently.
I am sure she will ask me,’ What are you reading? What is it about?'
Oh, it's about 2 fish living in a bowl. Eww... Sidy i know.
I want to read this book called 'How to be a porn star'.
Well don't get me wrong but it's about a girl who turned to porn and later how she became the head of a successful firm that produced blue films.
Sounds interesting to me and i liked the reviews i read on Amazon.
Now all i have to do is muster up enough courage to ask the bookshop people if they have this book OR i could simply order it on Amazon. :D
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