Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Atta Chowk in Melbourne

This woman cried out loud from her balcony on the 9th floor, "bastard! whose car do you think that is!?" And spat out a blob of sputum at him. He didn't see the blob coming his way, and accommodated it on his shiny bald scalp with a loud plop.

The woman heard the plop some 1.2 seconds after she saw it land. She didn't smile till she heard it land. And the smile was a vicious one, let me tell you.

But him; he didn't care two bits about the goo on his head. And gave absolutely no importance to the verbal abuse he received from the woman. She screamed these words at him everyday.
Every single day.
Every single day of his life.
Every single day of his miserable, deaf life.

He just walked into the parking lot every morning and went through the same routine. That's all. That's all he ever did. Every morning.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, a father cried his bloody baby to sleep.

2 comments:

Gunjeet Sra said...

Its absolutely random and the usage of perpetrator is repetitive making one feel overdosed.
All in all you could have done without this post

Prateek said...

hahaahhahaha.
Thanks for the comment man.