Three funny incidents

I

Monday mornings are always boring and lunch time appeared to be a distant dream. I start with gmail and orkut on Monday to make sure that no one has send me any request or e-mail just like every other week. My orkut home page carried an unusual friend request from a girl who I have no idea of with an intro message“Dai, add pannu da”….i thought she was being polite…I have never seen her in my life and I am pretty sure that my memory is not that bad :) . Apparently, she should have mistaken me for some other person. I replied back saying “wrong person”. The reply I got was “you never change Karthik. You are the same. Why don’t u accept u know me?” Something is happening…I took a look at her profile and had no clue what so ever…no clue……the next scrap was infuriating “dai…..romba pannadha…ippo add panriya illaya”……I can see anger seething thru my veins….My self-respect has been brought into question…. I had to stop this and in order to do so, I explained my life journey (where I studied and all those stuff – enna kodumai da) and she looked liked being convinced…….There was a tap on my shoulder….”Dude what are you doing?” Its my mentor standing behind…I was searching for a reason when he was peeking into my laptop …. He saved me by saying “Don’t worry dude, I start my week the same way” :) I wanted to ask “Do you get anonymous friend requests saying that they studied with you every week?” , but I had promised not to be sarcastic for that week :D .

II

Friday night dinners are always at random restaurant. There were six people sitting at the table and one loner watching them. It was a youth gang with some exceptions :)(mainly youth, but some old people too) They were making fun of each other and they were loud …… everybody could hear them……There was a conversation going on and everyone was asked about what catches their eye when they see a girl for the first time…Many people played safe saying that it would be her face……When this guy Zahul (name disguised, its on the wall thou) was about to answer, one of those witty from the group asked if it’s “Ass”….oh my god, they went berserk….those people where laughing shit crazy……the whole restaurant was watching them…..after laughing themselves out, the topic came back to zahul and everyone was looking at him (everyone in the restaurant) for an answer…….he said “Probably I look at Ass”…..the place broke down…did he just say that? Did he say what I heard…..i started laughing too…Zahul looked bamboozled….after a minute when he was enquired why he said so (still people watching)…he stood up and shouted “I said Hair style”…People laughed for that too…My god…..what a lie I thought…..
Its up to you guyz to decide who I am in this story and whether zahul said “hair style”

III

Why does it always have to be three…..three idiots, three musketeers, three mistakes of my life……probably, it looks good on the title…..lets make it three then…… I was sitting there in my relative’s house having pita chips. Their 4 year old kid was sitting right opposite and had his healthy evening snack – Butter milk pancake that has pieces of banana arranged in the form of a face (phew…so much work for a snack). His mom came to him and asked “son, tell them what they are eating” and the kid instantaneously replied “Junk!!!!! You should eat fruits”. I had to remain silent. Once his mom went out, he came asking “can I have some of those chips?” . The sarcastic devil inside me replied “you said that these are junk!! Why do you want them?” . I made the situation worse by displaying a quirky smile after that statement. The next second, the kid started crying. He was so offended that he started crying loudly (so that his mom can hear…clever fellow) and threw the banana pancake on the floor. I thought I am finished. What have I done? I have made him cry… I hate to apologize, but I had literally no option that day.....I said “dai….i take back my word…nee romba nallavan….please have this”….He would not stop..what else should I say…let me try this dialogue ”if you don’t cry, I will get you a chocolate”…he took the hersheys out from his pocket and kept it on the table. He was pretty intent on getting me some bad looks that day. Mom came running in and I vanished from that place. Lesson learnt: never be sarcastic to a kid (Tough way to learn a lesson uh?)

Hope to meet you all with some serious writing next time :)

Disclaimer : "for all those involved in the story above, the writing is purely fictitious and is no way related to any real life incident or living people...for all others......the disclaimer is only for them :)”