Have you ever noticed that old man who sits in the booth in the government office all day, taking your forms and asking you to go to some other counter? The one who coughs while looking at your documents? The one who adjusts his spectacles and peers at you before saying anything?
If your answer is no, then believe me when I say that it's not embarrassing. In fact, it would be more embarrassing if you would have said yes because then you prove that you are the jobless, totally free person who has too much of idle time to sit and observe everyone around him. It's not a bad thing but it also isn't a thing to be proud of, that is, unless you are Sherlock Holmes or the likes of him, which I can swear to the Almighty, you aren't.
Anyways, if you haven't noticed him, please do, and if you have noticed him, get a life or a job, for this old man I have been jabbering about since the last 169 words -not counting the '169' I wrote-is Sir Whipsonfreak. ( If you started counting the words to see if my calculation was right, you definitely and seriously need a life, a job, and a therapist. For Real.)
You won't find Sir Whipsonfreak on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, and other such sites people use nowadays. The most modern thing in his whole flat is a Motorola Dyna TAC 8000X; go on Google it, I don't mind.
Nobody, including Sir Whipson himself, knows the real name of Sir Whipsonfreak or whether that is his real name. But what Sir Whipson does know is that he became the first person in his society to graduate and get a job, after which, the people around him started respecting him and gave him the title of 'Sir', which stuck like a bull's horn and is still used.
Even his own bosses had now started calling him Sir Whipsonfreak, although that event is quite rare as he is mostly hidden behind the counter while his seniors barely get out to meet the people working under them.
The background of Sir Whipsonfreak is the same as the most working elderly that live alone near you, frequently visited by their grandchildren but mostly forgotten by their children. His wife had died a few years ago leaving him to fend for himself and spend his life alone in this cruel world of smartphones.
After her death, his life turned into that of a clockwork mouse. His life turned into the timetable of us, students:
5 am: Wake up
6 am: All freshened up
6.30 am: Breakfast
7 am: Off to work
1.30 pm: Lunch
7 pm: Return Home and freshen up
8 pm: Make dinner
9 pm: Eat
9.30 pm: Sleep while listening to the favorite songs of his wife.Since her death, he no more took even an hour's leave, going through his work as the hands of the clock. Even the occasional visit to the bar was left in the dust, and his friends, long gone like the kite we had all lost and cried over at least once in our childhood.
The only time, his boring life got a change was during the arrival and stay of his grandson. His timetable would then change, a big change for him.
5 am: Wake up
6 am: All freshen up
6.30 am: Breakfast for himself and Breakfast and Lunch for his grandson
7.05 am: Off to work
1.30 pm: Lunch
7 pm: Return Home and freshen up
8 pm: Make dinner for himself and his grandson
9.05 pm: Eat with his grandson while having a chat with him
9.40 pm: Sleep while listening to the favorite songs of his wife.His grandson many times had tried to convince him to make his life a bit more interesting, but his argument that stood there like the wall made of the concrete and rod we see the advertisements of, in our television screens- 'It may be boring but it is safe.'
Soon though, this wall is going to get knocked down- but will it be for good or bad? Well, let's see that in the next chapters.
Boring intro, right? Well, sorry about it.
Next one will be better and laughable. You will like it. For sure.
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The Adventures Of Sir Whipsonfreak
Humor"Even the days and nights must be jealous of your predictability." Sir Whipsonfreak had the most boring, yet safe life in the town of Bunsberry. But one day his grandson Richter complained about it and to prove him wrong Sir Whipson will do the unex...