Happens

So last day I got into the bus and took a seat by the window and was watching all these chicks by the road. These private buses will start only after the seats are filled and I sat there enjoying all those ‘things of beauty, joy forever’, and whiled away time, being in my own little world. A little while later, an old man comes and sits beside me. I looked at him and out of the blue he suddenly folds his hands and gestures a ‘Namaskaram’ to me. Seeing the good manners and formality of the old timer, I lowered my head and torso, folded my hands, and gave him back a big Namaskaram. Old guy scowls and stares at me, obviously very displeased. What the bloody F? Aah forget it, and I resumed my bird watching. Only after a while did I see a temple by the side of the road. Raise your palm, slap your face.