8 absolutely mad moments of my Life


I have always been a little absent minded in my ways. Those who know me closely have accepted my limitation and tolerated quite a lot of embarrasing situations with me. I try to be more focus, alert and active but to no avail.

Moreover, I am butterfingered so I often don’t trust myself when I serve food to people in social gatherings. I can drop or spill food on anyone and everyone. And yes I often have the tendency to get over excited for no reason at all and use wrong expression to greet someone.

I guess all of us go through such mad moments but embarassingly, I have been a frequent victim. Well, here are a few of those incidents that left me oh-so-red in the face. Read on frens, and have a good laugh at my expense😀. I will start with the most recent ones.


  1. The teacher at my son’s preschool was quite at a loss of words when she asked me to sign out on the iPad and I signed with a ball pen on the iPad!!!
  2. My guests at a recent party almost freaked out when they noticed that I had served them Olive Oil instead of Apple fruit juice.

  3. When my eldest was born in July, I immediately messaged everyone informing the good news. Most of them replied and questioned – why was I late by a month in informing??? I realised I had written – June instead of July in the message.

  4. Once I messaged my boss instead of my colleague that the boss was going on leave for a few days so happy time ahead!! While I prayed that the message somehow disappeared before getting delivered, the reply from the boss was – ‘Is this message meant for me??’ I was aghast!!

  5. I dreamt that I had thrown my brothers’ slippers outside the boundary wall of our house. Well, when I woke up I actually threw it and told my astonished brother that atleast one of my dreams had come true today. He threw mine too!!

  6. At a grand wedding reception in Winters, I received glares from all around me while I was chatting with my sister. I thought I was looking good until I noticed I was about to pour my tea right into the ear of a seated guest, who was trying hard to maintain his regal composure and dignity.

  7. A snack vendor in India shouted at me rudely – ‘Oye Madam’, while I was on phone with my mother. I noticed he was right to be rude. People were moving away from me as I was emptying my half eaten plate ( golgappas) on his pile of fresh eatables instead of the dustbin. I apologised profusely and fled.

  8. Once I saw a man frantically running towards the car I was seated in, with a wide eyed look and threatening gesture. I was engrossed in reading something. But instinctively, I knew there was something amiss. I had absent mindedly entered his car and was sitting comfortably there!! Before I could rush out of the car, he stood right in front of me with his hands on hips. I understood… it was time for another big apology!!

These are just a few incidents but there have been innumerable such mad moments in my life. The great thing about these funny incidents are that one always laughs heartily after the moment passes. And remembers it for a long long time with a smile!

Even my father in law had experienced one of such moments not long ago and we all had a good laugh over it. He had gone to a lunch buffet at a restaurant that had glassses all around. The waiters were serving too. In front of the salad tray, he went on to ask his reflection to serve him some more salad!

Well, I guess you all laughed and that was my sole purpose in sharing these incidents. I am sure you all must have experienced these mad moments, do share here if you can.

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The strange dream house!

“The A&B Building was made entirely from driftwood.” My grandmother informed me, pulling me closer. “And it would crop out of nowhere overnight at any secluded area and lure innocent victims inside,” she informed. She warned me never to venture inside such buildings as strange things happened there.

I believed her every word but forgot the warning. I earnestly wished to enter that driftwood house so that I could see those ‘strange things’.

One day, as I was playing along the beach near my home, I saw the driftwood building materialise near the shore. My parents were talking so I just slipped away. I entered the inviting house.  And was I delighted? It was every child’s dream house. I played on and on and ate and ate….

After a while, when I missed home.  I looked for an exit and walked out of the house. To my horror, the world had changed and I had grown very old!

This story is a part of the wonderful ‘Mondays Finish The Story Challenge’ by Barbara Beacham. She provides us with a photo prompt, the first sentence, and approximately 150 words with which we are to use to write our story. To take up the challenge click hereMFtS

The bird that sang of Dharma

She lived in a mango tree”. Her voice was the sweetest of all! Every spring, all birds and animals in the mangrove forest would assemble near the abandoned tree house to listen to her song of Dharma.

She sang, “Exert yourselves in the bright acts of merit, and shun the dark acts of evil!”

A traveller, who knew the language of birds, heard her. He was surprised to hear the Cuckoo’s didactic song. He planned to capture her.

He managed to capture her and put her in a cage. But she lost her voice after being confined and died soon.

Years later, while passing through that same mangrove forest, the traveller heard a Parrot singing the dead Cuckoo bird’s didactic song.

The singer had died but the song of Dharma lived on…

This story is a part of the wonderful ‘Mondays Finish The Story Challenge’ by Barbara Beacham. She provides us with a photo prompt, the first sentence, and approximately 150 words with which we are to use to write our story. To take up the challenge click here – MFtS

From the window of my house…


Whenever I manage to steal a few minutes away from my daily household chores, I take my favourite place by the couch and look out at the world that surrounds me.

I love these little private moments that make me lose myself into the world of day dreaming. I sit with that faraway look in my eyes, taking in the voluptuousness of the lush green hill and trees laden with berries. The leaves are changing colours, decking themselves for the vibrant fall season – “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”. Little birdies alight on the tree in front of my balcony and talk of the places they have been to…I listen to their chatter and smile. The calm and the beauty of nature fills me with delight. I breathe!

I also observe people in these moments. I particularly miss the girl with red cap. Last to last year, when I was new to the US, I would always observe her through the window. She would come riding on her bicycle exuding youthful charm and spirit. Her red cap would be visible from far off. I observed that she was very easy to talk to. She would strike a conversation with anyone and everyone, laughing heartily at trifles. She was a happy soul and there was an air of sweet innocence around her. I never met her personally but established a strange kinship with her. This American girl embodied beautiful aspects of America – warm, friendly, cool and open!

I got busy after my baby was born and when I settled a bit, she was gone. She had stopped living in our locality perhaps. Well, I wished I had made acquaintance with her.

These days, I often watch groups that often get together on weekends right under my window. They happily barbecue food and chat till late hours. Then there is a lady who often comes to sit on the bench below. She reads and smokes a lot. She has a baby and I want to tell her that smoking is not the best thing to do. But then, probably, she has too much going on in her life and she finds her escape in books and cigarette.

Then there is an elderly couple who often sit in sullen silence looking around. I have not seen them interacting much. I also observe a middle aged man often shouting at someone on phone and he never looks happy.

I don’t know what are the real stories behind all these people. Probably, what I have noticed is just my perspective and perception. It might be totally incorrect. Perhaps, the girl in the red cap was not all that happy. May be the aged couple enjoy the silence between them…maybe!

Perhaps I have observed them through blurred….or foggy or dusty window or may be not. But one thing I know for sure – presumptions, assumptions and speculations can easily taint the cleanest windows to the world. So, we can never be sure of what we have seen.

This makes the ceremony of looking out of the window so very interesting and intriguing. I try to keep my window clean and open but I can never be too sure of myself. Another person may have looked at it differently.

The only thing I can say for sure is I love it every time I take my favourite seat and look out!

The ageless Monk with a benign smile


“From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by.” All this was going to change soon, she thought.

He came. She sensed his presence like always and turned to greet him. There he stood in his flowing monk’s robe with a benign smile! She lay down prostrate at the feet of her Guru (teacher). He had shown her how to direct her magical powers to a higher purpose.

She had aged with time but the monk had always looked the same. He helped her to her feet and blessed her. She noticed, he was holding a palm leaf manuscript.

No, she was not capable of the holy secret!

The monk smiled reading her thoughts. He just said, “You have been chosen. When it will be too dark, use this booklet for light.” He left unnoticed. The end was near, she had to do her bit!

The monk in the story is loosely based on Mahavtar Babaji. Mahavatar Babaji is said to have revived in this age the lost scientific meditation technique of Kriya Yoga. He guided Swami Yogananda, the 19th century mystic, and his Gurus time and again.

This story is a part of the wonderful ‘Mondays Finish The Story Challenge’ by Barbara Beacham. She provides us with a photo prompt, the first sentence, and approximately 150 words with which we are to use to write our story. To take up the challenge click here MFtS

Some Words of Encouragement….

Here is a wonderful blog for the writer in you. Thank You Doug for sharing 🙂

Writing and other forms of suffering


Years and years and years ago, when I could still be considered a young man, my wife and I moved from California to Washington State so I could go to graduate school. One of my good friends in California gave me a going-away present. She was also an aspiring writer, and we briefly collaborated on some stories. Her gift was a handmade poster with encouraging quotes from notable authors about writing– frankly, one of the most thoughtful gifts I have ever received. It was entitled “Some Words of Encouragement”, and it hung on the wall of most of my work-areas for the next decade. Eventually, however, we moved into a house with severe space issues, so it was stored away.

This weekend I started clearing our garage, possibly in preparation to sell that same space-challenged house, and I found the poster. It brought back good memories, but more than that…

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