Secret Identity

Hello, Bruce.

Who is Bruce?

C'mon. Bruce Wayne, of course. You.

How can you be sure?

Because, I know, Bruce. I know who you are.

Did Alfred...?

No, Bruce. I know because I figured it out! And it's easy. Anyone can do it. And chances are, everyone has done it. They know Bruce Wayne is Batman.

Impossible!

Really? That's what you think? People are smart, Bruce. They would also know who I am.

You?

Yes, me. Figuring out the man behind this smile doesn't require much effort. But I wonder why they are quiet about it. Why would they just stand by, and watch?

What if they don't really know? What if they are only guessing?

Oh, please! Look at them! And look at us!

Why haven't I figured you out, then?

Because you are not like them, Bruce. You are different. You are busy wearing a mask.

Introduction

Hi there.

Do I know you?

No. I mean... not yet.

What makes you think I would want to know you?

I don't know. You tell me. What about a person interests you?

I don't know either. I guess I just like to stay away from people. And...

What?

Nothing.

No, really. What?

You don't look like someone I would normally talk to, or make friends with.

Wow! Umm, ok. Yeah, I understand. I get that a lot.

You do? Really?

No, actually not. Well... Ok, let's see. Hey. I don't know what you think of me, or... or how I look like. But, I saw you sitting here alone, and I thought, maybe you...

Maybe I what? Maybe I am easy? Maybe you would get me drunk?

I thought... maybe... you were looking for someone. Someone you could talk to. Someone who would just sit and listen... That's all. I am sorry. Have a nice evening.

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<Phew! Another late night! @#$%

11pm already! Crazy!

Wonder what she'll be doing at home now. Would she still be angry about the SMS I had sent in the afternoon. Let me check...

No reply…

Obviously she would be angry. Why does she have to fight over SMS all the time? That too, knowing very well that I am busy? Only if she would understand what I am going through...>

“Hey dude. I am packing up now. Let's discuss this tomorrow first thing. And listen. Pack up and leave soon. You will have to stay awake during the entire day tomorrow. Bye.”

<Yawn! She would already be mad again. And blame me for keeping her awake. God knows how I am to blame for it.

Let me at least tell her that I am on my way. That for sure avoids me getting more negative points.>

‘Left home now. On my way.’

<I will never understand women! I am the one who works till late. She stays awake out of her own choice. But blames me. What kind of logic is this! Hey, sounds like a nice wisecrack. Hmm... a bit philosophical too. Let me try to put it as a Facebook update.

Oh crap! Facebook! I didn't look at that part of the presentation at all. Oh holy crap! Another verbal diarrhoea from the boss, and that too, early in the morning! Two hours wasted again, into ‘taking complete ownership’ and ‘being on the same page’. Luckily, our dude is still in office. Let me call him

‘Busy on another call’. Must be talking to his girlfriend. Loser!

How long can you keep chatting with the same person…

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… Anyway, let me text him.>

‘Message memory full’

<What the hell! She sends me so many messages! Wish I could just ‘delete all’. Hehehe. And while I am at it, let me also delete sent messages...

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Huh?>

To: Complaint Box

‘Left home now...’

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