Rationally Irrational

So the hot season has set in. It is very usual to hear people say… "bahut garmi hai…hai na". (isn’t it very hot?).

People do this realty checks very frequently even to strangers. At the suburban railway station, you could see a commuter after wiping swaet away from his brows and neck with his hanky and smile at with one of his ‘realty checks’.

It’s not just about this season.

You could find it during rains, during winter, at a traffic jam…during whatever.

I dunno why people do it…but it is very hilarious when people do it…because the only response you can give is to agree with him most of the times…if not always.

Options I could think of are … “is it..? I don’t think so” or telling him back “ya it is…so?”

I have found another expression of these realty checks…usually it happens when women / girls meet children…meaning say below 3 years…Almost all of them say… “chee nooo..its chooo cute”

I haven’t heard many people say especially when they see a kid for the first time “what an ugly kid you have man”.

I know it sounds rude…that’s why we don’t say it.

With this, I have concluded that inherently we humans have a very polite streak.

And we are tolerant most of the times…

We know that some questions don’t have answers. Or atleast that we are not expected to answer some of them.

Our reactions are simple when it comes to very simple facts about life…the truths. Why do we complicate things?

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