As it happens I have grown up around a lot of brothers, and less of giggly, Barbie-obsessed girls. There was a time when my head was invariably clean shaven to give me the look of a 'bhai'(not brother, a 'respectable' mafia Don in certain parts of India). The point here is, that I have grown up playing more with guns and strategies to kill my virtual enemies than I have spent time about what my doll would like to wear for the tea party on the weekend or her best friend's wedding reception. Naturally, I am quite familiar with the defense terminology which we as kids would, so unabashedly, use while shooting each other with sound bullets(dhoosh, dhishkiao etc).
Why I brought this up is because it suddenly occurred to me that it is through this word that fate brought two people together. If it weren't for the word 'Roger', I don't think I'd have been friends with this particular person(For convenience's sake let's name this person X). If you really must know (don
t tell me I didn't warn you)-"All men by nature desire knowledge " - a friend of mine (say 'Y') came from out of town and had to meet X, who now lived in my city. So Y texts X from my no.(to avoid roaming charges etc). The next day X texts me thinking it Y. I relay the fact of Y's absence. X tells me to pass on the msg n I say 'Roger that.' The reply, 'I didn't kno people in dis city knw da art f textin!! '
That was then . The texting still continues. Sometimes typing takes over calls. This is not a post where I analyse the relationship. The point of concern here is that things we learn- irrespective of the place, the time, the intention, always seem to come back to make themselves useful in some curious way. this probably would be the best place to quote my favourite professor (his very first line, as far as I can remember, was): "I want you to read, watch movies, experience life because from pornography to a dictionary, nothing goes to waste!"