I sat up at my desktop and started wiping it clean vigorously. I did it for quite a while until the last speck of dust bade me goodbye. I gave my computer a satisfied grin. Just then my daughter walked in and told me that my computer looked almost new. I felt upset with that ‘almost new’ and threw her a wounded look. She ignored my wounded look and asked me if I was getting ready to write my next blog. ‘Lizard again?’ she asked me with a big grin. You can hide any reaction from your face but not one of embarrassment. She noticed it and quickly explained her query saying that it was not easy to write so many blogs about lizards. “That calls for extraordinary skill dad” she added. I told her that I was not intending to write anything about lizards and explained to her that I was merely cleaning my computer as it was getting as dirty as a dog that had just returned from a ferocious street fight. My daughter’s face brightened as she asked me if I was planning to write something about dogs. This was getting too much. I told her in a hurt tone that I was not a staff of Animal Planet. ‘Have you become a freelancer for National Geographic then?’, asked my daughter. I could see that she had decided to have fun at my expense. ‘Do you think that whenever I sit in front of the computer, I would write something about a lizard?’ I asked her. ‘No dad! From the glee in your face, I concluded that you have spotted a new lizard to write about’ she replied. ‘The glee that you managed to observe on my face is caused by the spotless appearance of my cleaned up computer’, I told her and added that I had no plans to write on anything. ‘It’s even better dad. It’s most difficult to write on nothing. You excel in it’, she replied. This is the problem of getting typified. When I sit in front of my computer, my daughter thinks that I have sighted another lizard. If you stand at the window and watch idly at some crows flying across aimlessly, they kid you that you are a Salim Ali in the making! I do not understand why people think that every action of ours has to have a reason behind it. Sometimes I get a feeling that people around me watch me more than they look at themselves. If I pat a child on the cheek and it starts crying looking at my lush beard, people come rushing to me as if I am a confirmed cheek-pincher. As if chubby cheeks make me crazy! At best they remind me of my own childhood when people went around pinching my cheeks with some indescribable words that made no sense to me. In those days people just smiled looking at my reaction. They never rushed at the pincher as if he was a criminal. The other day I saw a news item in the paper that a stranger was beaten almost to death when he fondly pinched the cheek of a child playing nearby. Do you know why? The crowd mistook him for a child lifter and roughed him up! When people do not have a reason for several of their own actions, they go about attributing reasons for the actions of others! As you grow older, the problems multiply. Even if I need to sneeze, I move to a private corner to do it because I don’t want anyone to hear my sneezing. If they do, they stop abruptly whatever they intend doing. They make me feel like the omen guy, Damien! Life is tough, I tell you. People try to find reason for everything you do when you get old as if purposeless actions are the birthright of younger generation. But then it also makes us feel important! If I ramble, people scramble to understand the meaning of my rambling. And that makes me feel great!