Shark smooching & the subsequent serendipity

When I was a little boy I wanted to build a zoo in my house so I could open it for visitors for a fee. My grandiose plans also had an aquarium. So I brought home a dozen baby fish from a neighbouring river. But, in a week or two, the fish grew legs, turned into frogs, jumped out of the Nutramul bottle pond and ran into all corners of the house. My mum was okay only until the fish remained in water and was not particularly happy for them to leap around the dining table. So I had to dismantle my zoo. I could not find any logic in dismantling the entire zoo, but I understood only much later in life that women's minds work in un-understandable ways.

It also meant that I did not visit an aquarium. So I was happy when I knew I was going to be traveling in a train that would go underwater. I have always wanted to see sharks smiling meekly for pictures through glass windows in aquariums. But what a disappointment again - The Eurostar train connecting London and Paris had glass windows, but the tunnel through which the train passed through didn't. So I didn't know if I passed through the sea or the train just went round and round London and told me it was Paris at the end of the journey. My doubts doubled when I didn't understand a word of what they spoke. It was nothing like the French I was taught at school.

My doubts subsided when everyone around me started taking pictures of me. I have read somewhere, probably in wikipedia, that the French are great admirers of fashion and beauty and once they took pictures of me I could confirm that I was atleast in some part of France.

I took pictures of them while they took pictures of me

But what is the point in being in the limelight when the one most important thing that you based your trip on isn't to be seen? But just as Johny Bravo said to me, you lose some to gain some, so I did find something worthwhile in France.

All his life, a friend of mine has been searching for an ultimate truth - the truth that will culminate all knowledge and quest. He did not know what that ultimate truth was, or where he could find it or why he was looking for one. But he was looking for it and he knew the moment he saw it, he will know it was what he was looking for. He also told me that if I saw it before him, I will recognise too. And I think I did just that and am sure all shameless but honest blokes will agree with my discovery.