Ignorance is bliss, or is it!

“You know what happened?” asked my daughter on phone from  Bangalore where she is staying as a paying guest.

“What?”

“Our helper found there was no kerosene for the stove. She went to buy that and returned with petrol.”

“Oh my,” I got scared.

“All well. We told her about the danger. She is innocent.”

“What else did she do?” I asked.

“We told her to warn our neighbour about high TV volume. She bluntly told the neighbour about it. When the neighbour was screaming in anger, she kept correcting her, “My name is Vanita, aunty, not Vinita.”

Well, ignorance is indeed bliss, or so it seems.

I remember the guard of my building. He used to do workouts in the gym. One day, I said “Hi” to him while he was holding a dumb-bell high. He tried to return the greeting by saluting, only to lose balance and almost let the weight fall on his feet.