Recently, I overheard the following conversation in a crowded elevator. The main protagonists kept the decibel levels high; fully unaware of the rest of the crowd. How did the rest of us in the elevator cease to exist for them is still a baffling question. We were pushing against each other in that crowded elevator on a drowsy Monday. So the question remains to be answered.
Protagonist 1: What do I tell my parents?
Protagonist 2: What is there to tell them!
Protagonist 1: They ask weird questions! They are not even supportive!
At this point, the second protagonist becomes silent. The silence signals the first protagonist that there is nothing new in these assertions.
Protagonist 1: My cousin works in the super bazaar!
I sensed the second protagonist’s sympathy for the lack of equality generated by different job titles in the family.
Protagonist 1: He works in the checkout counter and prints the bills.
Now, the first protagonist is agitated. This is quiet evident in his voice.
Protagonist 1: He uses computers as part of his work. I also use computers as part of his work. My parents are not able to differentiate between us.
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