Smokey business...

Saw a freshly lit cigarette lying on the mud sidewalk of a busy street in a posh area of Bangalore, just outside an office I sometimes feel is my work place(Ignore the last part, will tell you more some other time). That set me wondering why someone ended up doing it..I mean if all one wanted to do is fling it on the ground, why was lit in the first place..
So may be it was a teenage girl from one of the posh apartments beside the office building, trying it out when herparent appeared unexpectedly.
May be it was a guy waiting outside for his girlfriend who works in the building..she said she would be out in 10 minutes but came in 2 minutes..and she does not like to see him smoking. May be it was a 10 year old boy who had his first ever cigar and choked from the smoke and gave up.
May be it was a guy in the marketing team who is always busy..his wife again started nagging at the other end of the phone that he does not have any time for her...when he had actually come out to relax for a few minutes and smoke, got wild and just flung it to the ground.

It was still smoking..smoke emanating from it I mean..

May be a broken soul(or a broken heart) who usually smokes
to feel good, lit it and remembering the sweetheart who so mercilessly walked out of life, did not just feel like it and so flung it and walked away, not knowing where..may be..
Only the cigarette knew...

Mistaken!!!

People dont ever seem to mistake me for a Kannadiga. I wonder why. And the best part is they take the trouble of sharing their piece of mind as to what they though I was, as in which part of India did they take me to be from. There was this Tamilian lady who asked where I was from, I said "Karnataka". Next question was "Are you a kannadiga?". Was a little surprised. Ok one's mother tongue could differ from one's native place, may be. But I was surprised. She then told me she thought I was a mallu! Wait its not yet over. A new joinee, a mallu, during a team lunch asked me ifI was from Rajastan! I only could smile at the question. A Tam thinks am a mallu, a mallu thinks am a northy...Ok people from other places mistake me, but wonder how I felt when a kannadiga asked me if I were from Delhi when we first met. And the icing on the cake came today.When one of my managers saw me talking to another one in kannada and exclaimed "Kannada!!"..Oh common people, give me a break.Why cant anyone take me for a kannadiga? I am a little more fair to qualify for a south Indian? Oh butI have seen far more fairer south Indians who are not mistaken (the one who exclaimed thus is fairer than me and is from south India!!)... I speak fluent hindi? Oh ask any north Indian, he will tell you how pathetic my hindi grammer is! Previously it used to be fun when people used to mistake me thus...but not always...not so frequently..May be I should be happy people dont mistake my nationality!! What crap na..