The Impressionist

I had decided to keep my work/office away from this blog due to some incidents like the Blakey Vs Continental case, but I wont be profiling here and I have a hunch that my company doesnt know of my existence.

I sometimes play pranks on one of my favourite senior colleagues and he is very gentlemanly to all the jokes. Recently, one senior member of my team, a taciturn oriental lady, who speaks to me very politely, during one of our rare conversations asked me: "So, how is it being a prince at India?". I coughed up the coffee and asked, "Excuse me, what do you mean by prince?". She said, "Well you know, you being from the royal family and being the sole heir to your state's kingdom". By now, I was whiter than whitewashed walls during Diwali. After explaining to her that I am no royalty and certainly not a prince, I asked her why she thought so. Then she revealed that the other senior member of the team (one who I played pranks on), had told her that I am a prince from India, and she had been under this impression for more than 6 months!

Even now, everytime I see her, she smiles and bows, and I laughingly tell her - I am no royalty.



Courtesy - wiki, Hari Kunzru for the title.