This anecdote has been written by Shankha, one of my best buddies. A few encouraging comments may give birth to another rookie blogger. Good luck bro!

“Oye, what’s the time now?”
“It’s 15 to 7 I guess; not sure. My watch has gone mad since she left. Lucky charm.”
“But exactly ….”
“It’s exactly 3 to 7” I broke my silence.
“And seconds?” Riti added.
‘His time or mine? ….. It’s 37’. Analog watches are always perfect, specially when it’s stopped.

We were strolling by the shadowy footpaths of Southern Avenue when this fiery discussion broke out between, two guys and one Shankha … at least that’s what they say. You won’t find a ‘Shankha’ gender anywhere, I just got lucky. “Benefit of doubt” and again this is ‘what they say’!

Whatever, Ritinkar has always a good timing to hurry for home and surely deserves a hug from my part. The debate of precision just heated up between Ritinkar and Akash.
Riti, “then why bank statements shows paisa? If precision is not required, they could just round it off. Nobody would’ve cared.”
“Ooye stupid, if they start to round it off, where are they gonna put the bloody paisa? In the ‘Rounded Off Account’ you S.O.B.?”

And while they were busy doing these, I was doing another noble job. Counting girls and rating them. Still maintaining standards you know. But my extremely helpful buddies just were not letting me concentrate on this high profile task. Voices can at times be so loud and irritating!
Akash, “very well, if you are sooo much precise about time, I think your wife would have a horrible night life! You believe in God, right boss? Just go ahead and select the precise time, down to micro-seconds from one of the fucking holy books before playing the world’s favorite sport”
“May be, but precision is something which is not for everyone”
“Yea, and maybe your frustrated to be may come up to me or Shankha to help her out”, snapped back Akash.
“Riti, tell me your age; precisely”, and here I finally poked in.
“22 years, 4 months and 13 days”, replied a proud engineer after going through rigorous calculations for what seemed like an hour.
And Riti, poor Riti gave a sign of relief, thinking he had belled the C.A.T.
“You are forgetting the minutes and seconds dear. Be precise”, I spontaneously carried on.
Riti, our adamant Riti went back to his life-time calculations and came up with – “4 hours 17 minutes..”
“You are forgetting Riti..2 more seconds passed while you were speaking”, Akash struck back like lightning.

Précising Precision