Another anecdote..

All I could think of, at this abysmal moment of my educational career, is to update the previous anecdote with and even more embarrassing one. I could realize that my brain was wearing out, but never did I come to know when it had started effecting my senses, especially my audibility. I happened to meet this cute little interesting Bangladeshi female a couple of days back. After a few rounds of formal pleasantries, we settled down to continue the conversation in Bengali. It felt good, after a long time, to be able to speak in Bengali.

Unfortunately, right from the beginning my ear drums were refusing to comply by sending all the wrong signals to my brain. Despite those minor technical glitches, I managed to stay afloat without casting an overly abnormal impression. But the inclination was far from encouraging. I am not sure what veered us into this topic when, all of a sudden, she asked me, "Are you single?". It seemed quite unnatural, but assuming that Bengalis, in general, have an artistic predisposition, the question seemed valid. Despite being confident, that my appearance, from no angle had the look of a budding singer or musician, I could not resist, but blushingly reply "No. Not usually. But ya occasionally in the bathroom." If you are still wondering where this topic is veering to, let me explain. What I understood from her query was, whether I was a singer. Imagine, with all your dirty minds in action, what all ways a girl could have interpreted this reply.