Friday, September 26, 2008

Nickname

Walk into a party once, introduced to people all around. My moniker (auto) brings a few smiles. Until this dude who starts rolling on the ground. As in he finds the nick so hilarious that he goes around telling people and expecting them to find it equally hilarious. In the midst of all this my friends are looking amused and a little irritated. I decided that this dude must either be really high or his funny bone was real pathetic.

Few minutes later, the laughing guy introduces himself as “Chappal”. You would agree that I had the right to be really pissed off.......

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

My Glasses

From sleepy to complete wakefulness in less than 1/10th of a second can be extremely disconcerting and very few things can do that to me. That particular snapping sound does that to me every time.....

I had just broken another pair of glasses….. DAMN….

How many creative ways can one break a pair of glasses, pretty standard right? WRONG!!!!! Ask anyone who’s been wearing a pair for some time; you will get a different story every time.

Pretty much every way I can buff up a pair of glasses I have done. Unbreakable lenses….bah seen them all…flexible frames…chewed….real cheap pair..gone in 3…real expensive…gone in 2…..

Some of the saner ways I have broken them…

Bowled a full toss to the champ…..ball came back hit me in the face…..

Slept on them…many many many times…..

Friends dog chewed them up…..am not joking bout this one….

Head banging to a wimp song to impress girl…divine retribution…lenses flew out of the frames….

Kept them very carefully out of harms way on the table…clambered on the table next day to change a light bulb....

Grabbed my cap, put it on firm to rush out as it was my turn to bat…..glasses inside cap….. CRAP....

Got in the way of a book……book was unfortunately being swung around by a 100kg hand….

All time record… 5 mins…came out of optician place…kept it carefully on the bike…forgot it was there…..ass was glass....

Thursday, September 4, 2008

home

My dad has lived in the same place for the last 50 years.

I have lived here for the better part of my 30 years.

My (extended) family still deem this to be their spiritual point of origin.

We have a mailing list named after this very same place.

I unconsciously refer to this place whenever anyone asks me where I am from.

My dad has decided to shift out from here in the next couple of months.

Will it revert to being just a house after that?