Between You and Me - II

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One of our friends in our group decided to take all of us to a park nearby Manchester in Connecticut. After walking a few yards into the park, he said, "I have also not actually been to this park". We walk another 100 yards. He said, "You know, this is the place where we had our last cricket match". Another 100 yards of walking and he continues - "This is where they used to have a meet and greet kind of an event from our organization". A few more yards of walking and he was talking more about the park. We all just paused for  a moment, and said in a sarcastic tone, "I think all of us are in agreement with your statement that you have never been to this park..!!!" :-)

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Sometimes, truth is very funny. I was in all smile and laughter for at least a day's time for an introduction that I can hardly hope to have once more in any other place. It was a birthday party to which I had been - and with one rather insistent guest, the host didn't have any choice. She had to properly tell who I was . Which means, she had to introduce me as her "husband's uncle's daughter's brother-in-law". And out came another voice, "Say that again and you get another ice cream" :-)

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While I look as majestic and imposing as an elephant, my memory about the most necessary things aren't necessarily elephantine. I often prefer traveling in as light a mode as possible - often times just bothering to carry my office laptop and nothing else with me! One day, when one of my friends came visiting me, I decided to leave my office ID card on the tea table at my home so as to avoid the situation wherein I forget it and leave it elsewhere. Looks like my friend was doubly careful than myself. He had not only picked up his office ID that he got along with him, but thought he had missed his ID and took my ID card also with him when he left. The next day, the time when I was frantically searching for my ID card, he called me and said, "Ravi, I mistakenly took your card also along with my own card. I will get it posted to you shortly" That's when I thought - however careful you are, if you are destined to miss something, you miss it, whatever be the case!! :-)

A night to remember..!

To be afraid or not to be afraid is a very hard decision to make. In fact, it might not even be something that we think on and decide. It would definitely be more spontaneous than anything else.

This was an incident that happened tonight while I was walking down the road enjoying the changing weather condition, which sure, is slowly pulling the screen on summer and setting the scene for the fall.

There were a group of people outside a Burger King outlet. It was all dark as I think the cost cutting measures from the municipality in these grim economic conditions is ensuring that the road lights are never getting turned on ;-)

"Kill him. Kill him", went a loud thunderous voice breaking the silence. I was too stumped and scared to even turn but when I did, I saw a set of faces staring at me. My brain didn't surely pause for a minute to think and react - down went the can of olive oil, box of rice and sugar and my sandals started to transform into a horse hoof :D

After 11 long years, I just couldn't believe that I did run, more so on a steep slope, for almost a little less than half a kilometre or so. I enter near the home premises and was gasping for breath. I try hard to relax but just couldn't.

After a few minutes, my brain starts to think a little more logical. If I were the target, what's the big deal? The group of people could have pulled out their car and hunted me down in no time? They were just probably plain drunk and didn't knew what they were talking? 911 if I felt SO scared? Phew... I think the saying "growing old is mandatory but growing up is optional" seems to hold good in my case :-)

I am just hoping that the hidden horse hooves don't come onto my feet the next time something like this happens..! lolz..

Childhood incidents - I

The first thing that anyone who sees me would notice about me would invariably be my size. And there is good enough a reason for it - I just don't eat food. I LOVE food. People say learn as if there is no tomorrow. I am capable of eating as if there would be no tomorrow :)

Well.. for some reason, potatoes have always been my favorite in just about any form - french fries, wedges, chips, small cut and deep fried with skin, small cut and deep fry without skin, spicy, salted, baked - whatever..!

There is a rhizome called "ginger mango" - whose botanical details is something I am not sure of. All I do know are these though:

i. when cut and spiced up, I can never distinguish between potato and ginger mango

ii. ginger mango, when you bite it, would be tasting like a cross between a ginger and a mango

So, now you must be sort of understanding where it is all leading to - one day, my mom had pickled up ginger mango. I entered the dining room. I opened the vessel containing ginger mango pickle. With my love for potatoes and wanting to take a lions share of it before my brother, i conveniently took 3/4 of it and dumped it onto my plate with curd rice. I mix up everything, place it in my mouth and chew. Oops.. it hurt badly. It was ginger mango pickle and not really potato cut finely and fried with spices as I thought it to be.

Everyone in my family had a hearty laugh about my "competitive" sense of eating with my brother.