There is no doubt in my mind that I'm a Klutz... yes its true!!
But what's worse is the fact that I am also side-tracked (for lack of a better word) and I don't tend to pay much attention to what I'm saying, doing, hearing (you name it!). Inattentive. Lost. Possibly retarded (though I highly doubt that; yet people tend to be suspicious).
Let me recall the funniest incident that has happened to me lately. Around a week ago, one of my best friends hosted his wedding reception. Due to a complicated and irritating summer term (that's another story!) I had missed out on going to his wedding in
Time:
That's when I got the call. His voice sounded a bit frantic as he asked me, "Where are you?” I told him where I was and he exasperatedly said, "I knew you'd forget!”
But the story was yet to continue; little did I know that just forgetting about the date wasn't the end of my mishaps!
I hurried back home and thought better than to dress up in formals with the sweltering heat. Grabbing a fresh pair of Jeans and a formal shirt I hurried to Hotel Parkview. I scanned the big compound and decided not to call him. I'd find the place myself. After 10 minutes of a pointless and futile search I thought it best to go to the reception. When I asked for "Mr. Khans Reception" I was left staring at a pair of confused eyes coupled with a raised eyebrow. "I'm sorry sir; you seemed to have come to the wrong place. There is no reception taking place today."
That's when I started to panic and began frenzy. Stuttering I managed to ask him to make sure that was true. When he verified the fact that I had forgotten the venue of my best friend's wedding reception, I felt a little numb (maybe the correct word would be brain freeze!). Was Shoaib pulling a joke? No, this seemed hardly the occasion for a joke like that. He was just too responsible to be hauling me from home like this. I called him up and was informed in another exasperated tone that I had managed to get the location wrong.
Anand Gupta does it again.
Not that he didn't expect anything of this sort to happen. I never cease to surprise him.
Never.
Another 15 minutes went as I made my way to the reception. I entered the clean compound of the University Staff Club to find brilliant lights and tents erected. Thankfully (for me) there was no loud music belching out! God bless Shoaib!
I entered. I found him chatting with another friend of mine Yatin. Both of them instantly looked up. Though Shoaib tried to act normal, Yatin managed to change a snort into a cough; it was evident something was wrong. I looked around myself to find hoards of people sporting suits and blazers; formal pants at the very least. I was sticking out like a particularly ugly sore thumb!
After a small introduction (and several smirks from Yatin; hmph!) I decided to run back home and change. It was bad enough I was getting patronizing (and scrutinizing) looks from all around.
Another half hour spent.
I returned in formals at
Wow.
Personal best.
Then it all went smooth, actually. I didn't even dribble food on my front! And after a lot of chit-chatting (mostly me, Yash and Yatin) we proceeded to getting photographed and then we all bade farewell.
I didn't turn out as bad as it had been prophesized. :)
(L-R: Me, Shoaib and Yatin)
