There are people who talk endless. You ask a question and
the answer is given in disgusting minute details and the result is you forget
the question you asked. They are not concerned if one is really listening to or
just hearing.
I have suffered this kind of torture on many occasions. One
incidence, that I am going to narrate, is just an example. In 1972-73 Deena
Kumar was depot manager of Apsrtc at karimnagar and I was sales officer of IOC
covering warangal and karimnagar districts. A visit every month was necessary
as IOC representative.
On one visit I found his finger was bandaged and I just
asked him how it happened. He said about a fortnight ago his mother wrote to
him that she was visiting him. So he cleaned up the house and waited eagerly
for the fortnight to past. At last the day dawned when his mother was to
arrive. The train was to arrive at 6 am and he got ready to go to receive her.
He reached the station to find the train was late by an hour. He just sat on a
bench for some time. Then went to tea stall and had a cup of tea. Bought a
cigarette and smoked. The train slowly moved in on the platform. He started
searching for his mother. He started looking into each compartment and finally
found her. After greetings he asked her where her luggage was. She showed him a
trunk underneath the seat. He pulled it out. The edge of the trunk was sharp
and that cut his finger.
I have not been able to do justice to his version. What I
have described is just a summery of his lengthy narrative; which lasted for more
than 15 minutes.
