My goof ups from yesterday are insignificant and I would have probably forgotten all about them had I not decided to blog about them later. Having taken place at two different times of the day, what is similar about both of these 'whoopsies' is that each left me with a giggle minutes after it happened. So, I was that girl on the train and that girl in the general store who smiles to herself!
In the morning, I offered to carry the bags of a random old lady on the road who was walking, with much effort, in the same direction as me. Post the small talk about the weather and her arthritis, she randomly asked me my caste. Never having been asked this before (the only other time being in print, on form filling days), I was taken aback.
Something told me that no matter what I said my caste was, it wasn't going to make the woman happy. I didn't know if she would like it that I don't belong to a 'backward class', or if she would hate me for having an, let's just say, affluent bloodline. I was so scared of disappointing this nosy stranger, that I told her I didn't know what caste I belonged to.
From the scowl on her forehead I knew that I had managed to anger her nonetheless!
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In the morning, I offered to carry the bags of a random old lady on the road who was walking, with much effort, in the same direction as me. Post the small talk about the weather and her arthritis, she randomly asked me my caste. Never having been asked this before (the only other time being in print, on form filling days), I was taken aback.
Something told me that no matter what I said my caste was, it wasn't going to make the woman happy. I didn't know if she would like it that I don't belong to a 'backward class', or if she would hate me for having an, let's just say, affluent bloodline. I was so scared of disappointing this nosy stranger, that I told her I didn't know what caste I belonged to.
From the scowl on her forehead I knew that I had managed to anger her nonetheless!
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I love my father. But yesterday evening I thanked God my father and me don't share a relationship where I'd want to surprise him with a hug from the back every so often. Why? Because my eyesight isn't spectacular!
From about twenty feet away, I thought a neighbour, standing in the dark corners of our residential complex, was my father! When about four seconds later I realised it wasn't him, I was a little more than relieved that my impulses hadn't been very 'daddy's-little-girl'!
So there it was, an almost-blunder, my second whoopsie moment of the day. And then, luckily, the curtains dropped on the day.
pooja this post is hilarious as well as it carries certain simplicity of the day to day living of any individual..you should really write more of this stuff. You have good flair of writing, may be someday you'll turn an author.
ReplyDeleteThank you sooo much! That is my ultimate dream! :)
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