There are days when you wish you were somebody else. And
there are some occasions on which you are grateful to the almighty for everything
that has happened to you. Between these two well explored islands lies the no
man’s “water” where the mind floats effortlessly. It doesn’t understand the
stuff that it thinks, but it does enjoy great freedom and boundless potential
for creativity. I happen to be floating on this particular water at this very
moment. My mind is totally empty. As an old saying goes, an empty mind is a
devil’s workshop. I don’t like the word “workshop” because I am Mechanical
Engineering student. I can understand the travails that one undergoes in that
garage.
[Tap Tap Tap]
Devil: Are you
straight?
Me: Yes, I’m straight.What's the noise? I can feel somebody tapping my head
Devil: Don't worry, It's Just me. I'm typing. Now, Are you sure about your answer? Wait, are
you aware of other forms of sexuality?
Me: Yes. I'm not bi. I’m not a
female. Obviously, I can’t be a lesbo.
Devil: You might be
gay?
Me: Oh. Shut up. [In a
dismissive tone]. My dreams are filled with beautiful women. There's no chance of me being gay.
Devil: Now, stop lying son. Are you aware of
the fact that I reside in you all the time.
Me: Do you? Then you
might be aware of everything that goes on there.
Devil: I know your
true sexual orientation. [As if It was about to tell a secret I was dying to
know]
Me: What is it? [I asked
as if I was actually curious about knowing it]
Devil: You are
sapiosexual.
Me: Sapio what?
Me: Stop kidding
will you? Does that mean I have sex with animals?
Devil: Ignorance is not bliss
my son. I wish that old men had not cooked up those proverbs.
Me: [ Bloody bastard, you deserve that ME3XX (course code of the workshop course)] .
Devil: Now why don’t
you google it my kid? [Pushes the keyboard towards me]
[Smiles]
Me: [Googles the word] [Reads out from
urban dictionary]
1. (n.) A behavior of becoming attracted to or
aroused by intelligence and its use.
Origins: From the Latin root sapien,
wise or intelligent, and Latin sexualis, relating to the sexes
Devil: Ain’t I right.
Me: [Punches the nose
of the devil]
Devil: [Shouts as he runs]
Truth is not what these people like. They call me “devil”.
