Brazen Instincts

As a mortal always seeking comfort out of any situation, I was stuck in Catch-22 when my posessions apparently got stolen from the courts. Suddenly it became a mental landslide for me.ID card, ATM card ,money,mobile, the key bunch and the racket cover all but vanished.FUBAR FUBAR- I screamed.
The next morning I went to the bank to deactivate my ATM card and then withdraw some money for survival .The Saturday crowd did well to make the scene look like a fish-market. While standing in the line for 3 hours, belly-sweat dripping into the darker,more iniquitous regions of my underwear...I noticed an enlightening fact- we the Great Indian males ,on average, are not a good-looking species. The crowd around me was continously providing evidence . This is very true but still,we are also the happiest people on Earth, always content with ourselves and our lives. Though the bank was air-conditioned ,I was experiencing a flood of strong body odour. Standing ahead of me was a bald gentleman with dark-brown skin, thick moustache and 'Mishrajee' written on his forehead carrying four year old Munna by his right hand.The belly sweat had now crossed the groin on to the legs. So Munna, the four year old, was wearing five rupee goggles,a yankee cap and nice n comfy tennis shoes. Wah, the Great Indian Male-to-be ...I thought. Tired , Mishrajee put the child on the ground and this let the devil loose.With Mjee's gaze at the counter, he started to pull a lady's dupatta. Seeing this, Mjee ordered Munna to sit on a chair, but to no avail. The child's enthu increased.Mjee's face now was like the man in advert tagged World's Best Condom Commercial on Tube. The child's next target was me.
He used his pivot joint to goggle me through his goggles as I pleaded for mercy telepathically.He was now pulling my bag and then started peeking into my polythene bag . Freud said that to live in a society ,we have to control our pleasure driver Id... If you do what you want (listen to your Id ) the society will castigate you.Your acceptance in society comes at a cost of your pleasures. My aggressive feelings towards Munna and then the remorse of even thinking of spanking the child pretty much sum up Freud's statement. It was a mental logjam inside me. The severity of the situation was protracted by the fact that I had none of my possessions left, leave aside the fact that the line didn't seem to move for hours ,or that being an enochlophobic, the commotion was causing me a headache.SNAFU SNAFU I screamed.
Finally, I came to the counter and as I was about to push in my withdrawal form, a Great Indian Female pushed in hers , fast and furious. She came to the bank like ten minutes back and smoothly took advantage of Equal Opportunities Act of Nowhere. Though I wanted to drown in my sweat right now, I noticed that the Great Indian Female ,on average, is a good-looking species. I also noticed a Great Indian Male ,on my right goggling her out.He was a thin young Kanpuriya dude, gold-dyed hair split in the middle , bright red paan in his mouth and bell-bottom jeans.Too much for me now, I would pay to be out of here..I thought.Finally my turn came and though the counter official scolded me for not updating my passbook for so long, I did not mind.Out of the bank I felt proud that God gave me the patience to stand in there for so long, not that I had any options though!