I want to appreciate Shuntoo for his truthfulness but sometimes I am not sure if it is such a good idea to tell the truth, especially the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I want to blame him and curse him for such an attitude but sometimes I realize that he never tells it on his own. He only gives a dose of truth to those who ask for it. I want to exonerate him on this ground but sometimes I feel that the people who ask for it have absolutely no idea what they are asking for. So in the end I mostly decide to reserve my judgment until I can get at least a faint idea of what this son of a bitch is all about.
At a small gathering the other day, another innocent common man faced the wrath of Shuntoo’s inexplicably unreactive and straightforward attitude. This young man was giving his views about the current political crisis and, visibly impressed by Shuntoo’s nonchalance, was keen to get his reaction on thoughts that he considered original and ingenious.
When Shuntoo did not appear to even acknowledge the presence of the young man, and seemed too engrossed in studying the patterns smoke from his Marlboro was making in the air, the boy stopped and addressed him directly.
“What do you think?” He asked, desperate to get a positive reaction from Shuntoo.
“About what?” Shuntoo asked in the least interested manner ever observed in the history of the world.
“About my opinions?”
“Ha!” Shuntoo exclaimed. “What makes you believe I think about your opinions?”
“But weren’t you listening? I……”
“No, I wasn’t.” Shuntoo tried to end the conversation. But the young man was adamant at getting an opinion from him.
“But I just analyzed….”
“I don’t give a shit what you analyzed.” Shuntoo said in a calm voice not suited at all for such an indifferently rude comment.
“No reason. I guess I don’t like your face.”
“Wha….” The boy couldn’t believe what he had just heard. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with my face.”
“Ha!” he said again. “Might be. I just think you look too dumb for any reasonable analysis of anything. I might be wrong, but that’s what I think.”
“Look mister, you cannot say …….”
“I don’t care about your views on what I can or cannot say. You look too dumb for me to take any of your views seriously.”
“You are the most unbelievably arrogant and …….”
“Sorry kakay. No use; I won’t take anything you say seriously.”
“But why?” the boy was now almost screaming.
“Your face kakay, your face.”
And he continued smoking as I felt my cheeks turn red.