Finger Tips

N gave me the prompt finger tips. I wanted to write about the access to information and then I realised I was seeing the slander that riachops was getting on the internet, for her thoughts on the internet. So decided to log out of that discourse and topic for the day.

Then I thought I will write about how I still use fingers to count when no one is around for convenience. But I have counted that numerous time and written and spoke about it.

The people who are on my neck and call, if I ever need something. Already I am emotional damage, do I need to feel overtly grateful and feel undeserving of that love on a Tuesday evening, perhaps not.

That’s when a snap struck. Something I wanted my finger tips to do but couldn’t when I was young when others did.

It’s a very cool move, this snapping of fingers. I have seen superstars do it, I have seen ladies do it against Eve teasers one road to call them out. I have seen obnoxious rich uncles do it at restaurants (and bars) to get waiter’s attention.

I couldn’t do it, like many other things. But I was determined to do it because of one advertisement from Indian Overseas Bank that used to play on Tamil channels.

Where this young boy is taught how to snap by a generic fair bank employeee type person. This curly haired boy then tries to snap here and there and everywhere, until he snaps at the right time to ward off a robber.

I didn’t want to ward off any robbers, that was not my intention to learn. I just like the idea that two fingers and the friction between them produces a sound.

I tried over the summer. In the humid Chennai when I visited my aunt’s houses, in the (then) Bangalore, across the plains and beaches of Kerala. It didn’t work.

Somedays, I wish it had a masterstroke moment but when I was trying to understand how torrenting works from my cousin, the snap struck.

Then I continued doing that, in case that goes away and ensures that skill was always on finger tips. So if anyone feel advertising doesn’t work, that curly haired kid and I will snap back.

Next is whistling, it’s been 20 years, someday the whistle will blow.