When Sun went down on me ....

Before I could actually wake up, I was forced to wake up. Ask why? I was drenched in a pool of water that was stinking which can be statured to be Urine. At once, I feared it was mine. Nah...God showed mercy; it’s not mine... *satisfactory grin*. It’s my baby niece. Before I am well delighted, bacha kahan hain?

After a melodrama, we finally found her in my bean bag in my balcony sunk in my tee.

I freshened up to go for my gym class. Haan ji...Sunday ko bhi... Our weirdo gym gives us a holiday on Monday.

People call me living disaster. Wondered why, until my most obsessed gym owner  threw me out.

Walking or running on any moving surface, such as a treadmill, increases your chances for a crash and burn. Dynamic in iPods, water bottles and towels and you add more tasks and objects that interfere with your ability to walk straight.

Thoooooddd! Patttt ..putttt..

Don’t wonder about the 3 sounds. One -I fell, Two-I tore the next guy’s shirt while I was falling off, and  three -the hit the falling bottle in the trainer’s wrong place:-P

Before something more can happen, I decided to join the deadly quiet yoga class. You’re breathing; you’re downward dogging and - whoops - now someone farts. Even worse, it’s loud enough to rip the fabric of the space-time continuum. And swear...it wasn’t me. I will have my daily dose. I am fed with triphala churan:-P. But every one’s eyes were on me. Uff… how embarrassing I tell u…

Rushed back home to reframe the disaster. But that is my birth right u c... I hit an auto guy on my way back...Who doesn’t hesitate to use words like"baigan ke","Hau", "Nakko","Hallu" ,

"Bole to suno miyaa","Kaiku" and "Kate".

An other depressing episode …Some other time.

Then I actually was awaiting another disaster. I missed wishing my friend on his birthday @ 12. No wonder I had to take it all on my way back. For that I had to give the Hyderabad road attendant (Suppose to be the official vagabond) a donation of 2K as holiday bonus. Ha... unko general terms mein traffic police bolte hain.

If this was it, the ultimate travesty is yet to happen.

 I am out for lunch with my friends and my mom calls me up while she was shopping out. My bloody phone exceptionally in its ICU condition, works only on speaker. There my mom screams at top of her vocal box, beta... Tera size kya hain?  …

After all, even my fate needs to make fun at least after this much of clowning. I sooner or later landed up in a sangeet party where a drunkard on his dannu comes ear-piercing probably at me, “basanti in kutton ke samne mat nachna”. People around tumbled and toppled for that. I was neither dressed up like basanti nor was bopping around. But whatever it was... Bhagwan , Life se Panga ho gaya :-P