So here I was yesterday at a hospital (another day another story), when the observing kind that I am, I saw that there was comma which had been placed incorrectly in the poster displayed....
Tried to tell my brain that it did not see it, it was just a figment of imagination, not real.. no, did not help. My eyes strayed back to the error, giving a confirmation of the error spotted.
Drum-roll! 21 gun salute! That's what my brain told me. It was correct and I, the lowly being, had to go along with its findings.
Okay so what does one do when one notices an error in the poster which has been displayed for the longest of time, in plain view.. any normal person would have ignored it, which giving the credit where it is due, I did try and failed!!
So, I tapped my foot, looked everywhere for help in any form, may be an angel, anyone, someone.. but no-one was getting stressed over a comma which had missed out the correct place.
I tried to mentally will the comma to its correct place... used all my mental faculties (whatever is left of that!!).. and failed.
Traveled back in time to the time when it was being proof-read and finalised... picturing the proof-readers, bosses, approving, and trying to tell them that there is an error.. a big glaring error which would mar the beauty of the otherwise a perfectly structured poster... tried to send mental waves...
The reason for my visit became redundant, becoming a measly second ranked citizen... with me trying to fix that 'comma'...
But dear friends I failed...
And the comma came back to haunt me.. has been following me around, telling me that it is still in need of help... still in the need of being corrected...
Intends to stay as a ghost limb... till I find something which is amiss.. and then it would not be as lonely as it is feeling right now.. should not feel that way, since it has the August company of a chair with a slightly out of sync design, a zebra crossing slightly not straight... a stray hair which is running amok from its owner's neatly combed hair...
Tried to tell my brain that it did not see it, it was just a figment of imagination, not real.. no, did not help. My eyes strayed back to the error, giving a confirmation of the error spotted.
Drum-roll! 21 gun salute! That's what my brain told me. It was correct and I, the lowly being, had to go along with its findings.
Okay so what does one do when one notices an error in the poster which has been displayed for the longest of time, in plain view.. any normal person would have ignored it, which giving the credit where it is due, I did try and failed!!
So, I tapped my foot, looked everywhere for help in any form, may be an angel, anyone, someone.. but no-one was getting stressed over a comma which had missed out the correct place.
I tried to mentally will the comma to its correct place... used all my mental faculties (whatever is left of that!!).. and failed.
Traveled back in time to the time when it was being proof-read and finalised... picturing the proof-readers, bosses, approving, and trying to tell them that there is an error.. a big glaring error which would mar the beauty of the otherwise a perfectly structured poster... tried to send mental waves...
The reason for my visit became redundant, becoming a measly second ranked citizen... with me trying to fix that 'comma'...
But dear friends I failed...
And the comma came back to haunt me.. has been following me around, telling me that it is still in need of help... still in the need of being corrected...
Intends to stay as a ghost limb... till I find something which is amiss.. and then it would not be as lonely as it is feeling right now.. should not feel that way, since it has the August company of a chair with a slightly out of sync design, a zebra crossing slightly not straight... a stray hair which is running amok from its owner's neatly combed hair...
