The Third kind Person
Posted by adrainsean on January 28, 2008
I always believed there were two kinds of people —one who praised and applauded a performance being staged only after they saw it. The other kind of people never praised or commented on a performance they did not see.
I believe it was a Tuesday. Our family and some other relatives had been planning the whole day long on places to visit that evening Calcutta(it is about the time when Kolkata was called Calcutta).
Many bright ideas (like the evening show of “Dil chatta Hai” or even going to the restaurant) had been already voted down.
Just when it started to seem that the whole plan of going out to enjoy ourselves was becoming a waste of time, my aunt popped up the question, “Why not go watch a play at Rabindra Sadan?”
Since there were more grown-ups in our group, (all obsessed about the different kinds of plays being staged, especially ones in Bengali), they readily agreed to the proposal.
Before long, everyone’s eyes were searching every nook and corner of The Statesman and other papers to get hold of a play that would commence from around 6:30 p.m. that day.
And within a span of about 30 minutes we were off to see a certain play. Though I went there with much enthusiasm, a little way through the performance and I was thoroughly bored.
So I thought the best thing to do was to take a little nap on my seat just so that I could stay awake the whole night with the elders in our house during their ‘adda’ session. My wretched luck! The person just beside me had already started snoring loudly and it was an impossible to sleep comfortably due to his loud nasal rumblings.
I had to cancel my schedule and began to watch the whole play with better attention.
Even after the play was over, that man slept on. With much effort I was able to wake him up so that he could make way for me to get up and walk out.
At last, he opened his eyes, stood up and spoke out, “Wasn’t the play fabulous? Wasn’t the acting simply great? I enjoyed it immensely!”
I did not want to believe it, but at the end had to admit the truth: I had met the third kind of people!
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