These days

These days I’m intrigued by intelligent people. I’m talking about people whose intelligence is obvious. Or at least, it is made obvious to my eyes. The endless sentences on the fallacies of life, the streams of words about philosophy are taking their toll on me. They are slowly corroding my Kevlar-like mind shell. Years of practice has rendered me immune to irritation by an outsider. At the same time, it has left me prone to irritation and intolerance on the inside. Of course practice makes man perfect, or bored. So I’m still working on it.
Intelligence and intelligent people have hogged most of the limelight on my fascination list. I always wanted to be one because I never really got to be one. This was confirmed time to time by my folks. Teachers, marks card, degree all included. The question mark on my mind whether I belong to the Intelligent or effing stupid category slowly faded as I grew up. By the time I reached adolescence, I pretty much knew I was stupid.
So what in the name of god’s beloved earth is the problem now ? I know which category I belong to. So that means my life is sorted. Job well done, so let’s move on, I thought. Strangely it never proved to be so easy. Incidents in life always left me bewildered. They left me thinking, “is that magic ? no wait, that must have been my intelligence kicking in”. The choices still remained. Stupid, Mediocre, Intelligent. When asked, I’m biased towards being mediocre. The idea is, it upgrades my stupidity and humbles my intelligence. Smart.