Have I told you about...

The flow of the world dictates that the ill-mannered will reign and the soft-spoken shall perish. Kali is upon us, the tut-tutting elders pronounce gravely, and look at us young 'uns with face arranged as much a condescending smirk as their hearts will allow. That explains it all, gives method to the madness that has enveloped us - Kat rides sympathy waves in low-waist khadi sarees that make an oomphatic statement, India beats Zimbabwe in a cricket match, and more TV footage was devoted to the lineaments of a yesteryear legend than the feet of a prodigy. Ah, yes... bring out those doomsday prophecies, for if this isn't the part when God steps in and cleans everything up with a flourish, then he needs a new scriptwriter.

Yet in dark times springs hope eternal (and equally eternally is it stamped out or told off with severity) and such was the setting of the scene that follows. Imagine a share-auto filled with 16 people. None of them, mind you, have heard of any of the following three words - Diet, Deodorant and Digestion. Now imagine one less person (probably a prude, silly him). Ah yes. Provide some poetic license for the author, and assume (a tricky affair, but humor me) that he does, indeed, have a grasp of those 3D objects we encountered earlier. Perfect.

The auto is stationary. The driver believes that a full auto is a beautiful auto, and anything less is an abomination, not to mention financially and environment-wise unsound. An old woman walks towards this lorry dressed up deviously as a cute little automobile (the lorry, not the lady), and looks. 15 pair of eyes look back. She pouts, ever so slightly, and her lip quivers. 14 pair of eyes hold firm. One particular pair, whose owner just happens to be the first guy to enter and all that unimportant stuff, gets up for the old lady who hurries in without a word, and goes to the back seat to travel adventurously (the owner of the dropped pair, not the lady), with feet hanging tantalizingly unguarded for violent highway drivers.

If Bertram Wooster had met the Ostrich Sheik from Prince of Persia, he could have asked, "Have I told you about the Code of the Krishanamurthies?"

Legend has it that however lame the reason, however rude, abnoxious and belligerent the receiver and however unfavourable the resulting circumstance might be, a follower of the Code would put a Woman's comfort or need above his own. Modern day followers speak of something called Chivalry, yet this is but a timid term. The Code is stringent, absolute. It is complete, and it does not back down in the face of empowered females. In fact, the Code would probably force the chap to gaze into the aforementioned face and compliment the wearer on the choice of lipstick, mascara or earring.

So laddie, have I told you about the Code of the Krishanamurthies?