Are too smart for their own good. There I was sitting, well, not peacefully, maybe a little pensive, inside the American Consulate in Chennai where I had gone to get my H1-B Visa. A little earlier, I had got drenched outside when it had rained for a bit. Then there had been a narrow escape at the prescreening on some technicality which I won’t try and explain. So there I was sitting and calming my nerves, trying to figure out what to do next.
He would have been not more than 5 years old. A dark chubby fellow with mischievous and intelligent eyes, he had trundled to the chair beside me.
“What’s your name?”
Against my better judgment, I replied honestly.
“Anand”
“What?”
“Anand”
“What kind of a stupid name is that?”
Pause. Now I was asking for it.
“What’s your name?”
“Bond”
“What?”
“James Bond”.
I am getting married next week, to the day in fact, to a girl called Meera. Those vaadiyars will be asking my name every alternate minute.
I am going to be tempted.
By the way, if you are reading this, and I haven’t yet invited you, you are invited now.
Which means you can congratulate me.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
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5 comments:
Congratulation then! ;o)
Hey Thanks!
@ James Bond! :- What a witty answer!!
By the way, I just happened to visit your blog :P nice one!
Thanks Shruti!
Congrats!!
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