The Directionless and the Directors

Humans are gentically infused with these unique abilities of doing something or saying something when it is not at all required to do or say anything. Its hard for them to admit that their knowledge is limited, they make up knowledge to stun you with many limited answers in many ways. This is a majorly serious error in our DNA structure (yes biologists have no idea about it and will provide many limited made up answers when asked which may surprise you...yes with them also..its the DNA error/fault.. as i said), common to all Homo sapiens, unlike the Neanderthals who became extinct before they could do or say anything..... lucky for us if they were alive, there would be more answers to explain here.

One of the faulty qualities is providing directions to the directionless, one can simply say the three magic words, "i dont know", but fortuantely there are three magic answers that they can provide instead, "ooh! its just there", "ooh, its just not this place",and finally "ooh yeah the truth is out there". Everyone... everyone has this deep urge to provide answer....why you may ask, well its the fault in DNA i say and i say it because i have to provide you with an answer... yes yes the fault again.

Today, My friend Ajay and I, we embarked on our journey to collect a post from the post office. First we go to the usual post office where we rarely go, never to collect a post, which rarely comes when we are at home, and always leaves a note when we are not there. we provide the post officer with the note left behind,,, unfortunately the hard working, stamp hitting post officer conveys us that he cannot give us our post as the post we were there to collect is in some other post office which is a little away from our place. Fortunately he told us what the branch name was... hebbal post office... which was not so helpfull without the actual directions.. he gave us the magical directions..."ooh its just there".

So we move from there, we go to the point where the hebbal area starts which my dear was on a highway and then we wondered how far we had go before we could see a post office or .....the next town... well 60 km was next town the sign said but no sign was found for the post office. when asked we replied to ourselves "the truth is out there".

we stop the car and ask three guys on the ground sitting under a tree, one guy get up, strikes twice on this ass, the dust from his pants clouds the posterior side and he walks towards us with a serious face with many many answers.... we ask him again, he shakes his head and provides two magical answers... oh "its not this place", and "its just there" pointing a finger towards a street moving inside away from highway... we embark on our journey thanking him. going a little ahead in the street we see lot of police officers going up and down the street, funny how the man thought we were looking for police station, i guess it was a genuiene mistake... police and post.... both start with p ......and yeah not just any police staion but Central Bureau for Investigation.

we again ask few shops owners there ... and we get mixed permutations of those magic answers...."its there", "its not here", and the endless one "it should be......".

we stop for a coke and look at the note again more clearly and conciously, we see an adress which we never bothered to notice before.... Hebal Agricultural Post Office...wonderful.. now we were really onto the truth... agricultural post office... what does that mean? we were very afraid to ask anyone there, for someone might just send us to the agricultural police station which really made no sense to think of... come to think of it agricultural post office also makes no sense but existed.

if there was an agricultural post office then what services did they provide and what use would that be for an IT professional who feasts mostly on JAVA. yeah agricultural email,, and your messenger may pop... you have got tobbaco.

Now we look around and find a person who looked educated..... he points us and says nothing.. funny we thought.... Following his directions we land up on highway, moving back to crossing those ass dusting guys and little ahead we see the board... agricultural institute... aah now it made sense.

we enter the institute... full of trees spread over 50 acres of land. with lot of interior streets, mud and tarred ones. we move ahead and find a couple sitting under a tree , we ask the girl thinking boys did fails us "Madam can you tell us directions".. before she could answer the hopeless male replies... "left straight...... its just there... thats all".. yet another magic answer.... we were sure that this would fail too and it did.. we had to ask three more guys before we took three more lefts and reached the post office.... but then it was lunch time.... so i guess the post and the truth was still out there.

Now that you know the magical answers... feel free to use them conciously lead everyone through the closet to narnia for all i care... its a fault in the system... cant be corrected in onelife time.