Don’t tell me everyone knows that raisins are
nothing but dried grapes.
Few days back me and my mother were in the kitchen
and casually she mentioned that she saw raisins of black grapes in the nearby Mart. Usually I ignore things I don’t understand. But I
accidentally paid attention to this sentence. Then my neurons worked fervently
and decoded the series of puzzles that formed in my brain. Realization dawned
upon me. Before I could hesitate to ask “Are raisins made from grapes?”
My mother felt a little ashamed of me I know. “Don’t tell me
you didn’t know that.”
She couldn’t even make fun of me.
But my colleagues did. I had to confirm that I was not the
only one to not know this. Turns out I was. My fellow ladies at the office
asked me counter question to assess my IQ. They asked me about life cycle of
all the dry fruits and other things. They were like “Do you have any idea what
you have been eating all these years?” All I know is that it is food. Their
surprise sounded more like “Do you even know the last name of your Best Friend?”
The incident was however unsettling to me. I invested a lot
of time to get to the root of the problem. As a part of it, I conducted a
survey, asking people if they know the original form of raisins? What was
shocking to know was that my younger sister knew the answer. We have grown up
in the same house. I have inhabited this universe three years more than her.
Where was I when she was getting this piece of knowledge?
The best thing about your friends is that they get defensive
for you even when you have already proven your stupidity. When I asked the
question to my Best friend (About grapes, not her last name. Just for the
record, I know her last name.) and told her what happened, she said “You should
have asked me first and saved yourself the embarrassment”. Then she gave me
ideas for taking revenge on my colleagues. “Ask them if Pineapple grows on
trees?” “Ask them all the species of dinosaurs that existed. But only after
learning them yourself first.”
Why is it that I never wondered where do raisins come from?
Leave raisins, I never even wondered where do babies come from. Every person
seems to have thought of it atleast once when they were kids. My four year old niece has
already come up with her own theories about babies (people go to babies and ask
them ‘Would you like to be our baby?’) And here I am. Raisins may be just one
of the thousand things I never thought about. And I am sure if I had ever tried
to think how raisins are made, it is such a simple deduction. The problem is I
never thought. Do I ever wonder about
anything at all? Until I am confronted with such facts, for me, raisins just are.
They exist. Babies are. Somehow. And everything answers itself automatically
one day. And so I continue being awesome.
P.S.: I had grapes today.
