Confessions

“Hey”, accosted one of my friends, almost breathlessly “XX is getting married”

To be honest, my face would have matched that of a bystander who had witnessed the Archimedes’ Eureka moment; so surprised I was at his sudden burst of speech.

“So when are you?”, he continued, unmindful of my surprise.

Now this question stumped me. I felt that you could ask questions like “Where are you?”, “Who are you?”, “What are you?” etc but this was the first time I heard one human asking another, "When are you?". I mentioned the same to him and also pointed out that maybe clocks can ask each other such question and I was not sure of that either.

“Saale”. Yes, that’s the one word answer I got.

That set me thinking. Either I am a boor or …. Well, since it is constitutionally mandated that you do not cast aspersions on your friends, let me not even mention the other possibility.

So there you have it, ladies and gentlemen, Vamsi is a philistine boor. Not an earth shattering discovery, but still…

Time to leave these morose confessions and return to romancing with test scenarios. I realize that I share a love-hate relationship with most of the BA work that I do; I hate it, it loves me (I cannot find any other explanation as to why the same work follows me everywhere).

OK, I better return to work before the loving gaze turns into a wrathful stare….

Cheers

PS: BTW, philistines are supposed to have been culturally superior to most of their enemies. Unfortunately, their enemies wrote the history, and more importantly, the idioms