You know its a bad day when...
20/2/2007.
1) you get laughed at at the local pizza place because you dont know which day it is today.
2) your toes are swollen and cold.
3) your house smells of heated metal, and your pressure cooker is screwed
4) your shower head is broken.
I shall explain in more detail.
1) its tuesday, and this pizza place near my house has discount pizza slices. so i go there this afternoon, but when i reached there, i had forgotten exactly which day it was. instead of checking my phone, i proceeded to ask the shopkeeper which day it was, and he replied wednesday. i immediately realised i had other plans for wednesday, and left the shop, came back near to my place when i realised today was in fact tuesday. i go back to the shop and find the shop owner and the 3 customers there in the afternoon laughing at me.
i buy my pizzas and leave, mentally making a promise not to come back to this shop for a long time.
result-loss of dignity.
2) since i had decided i was not going to the pizza place for dinner too, i decided to make sambar. so i put the dhall in the cooker, and soon realised i had no tamarind left to make any sambar. therefore, i decided to go to the indian store nearby to get some tamarind
.mistake? i had forgotten that i had left my cooker with the dhall on.
anyway, since the weather was a nice 2 degrees when i left, i figured i'd wear sandals and go out since i was too lazy to wear my shoes. but then, being the dreamy, absent minded idiot that i am, no sooner had i stepped out of my house when i stepped onto a puddle of frozen ice/water. with sandals.
my toes were frozen, but since the shop was nearby, i thought i may as well walk to the place and get the stuff. so i walk to the place, and my toes kept getting number all the way to the palce and back.
result- frozen, highly itchy, swollen toes.
3) half way on the way back, i realised i had left the cooker on with the dhall and forgotten to switch it off. being a pressure cooker, it is highly likely that the pressure can build up over time in the cooker and soon it could be a potential weapon. luckily my mother, in all her infinite wisdom (or maybe she just knew how absent minded/stupid i can be) got a special cooker wiht a safety valve. in case the pressure builds up too much in the cooker, this special valve things melts letting out all the steam.
which is a good thing, except that when i came back home, my house was filled with the released gas. which means my house smells of burnt metal and burnt dhall. and the fire alarm was ringing too, but luckily it was only in my house, which meant all these could be solved by simply opening the balcony door. except that now its cold, so im sitting here frozen and typing this msg out.
result-stinky house, screwed up cooker, no food :(
4)anyway, as i felt i had diffused the cooker-bomb, i decided to take care of my toes which were starting to itch a lot more now. so i step into the bathtub to wash my toes in hot water, but for balance i held onto the shower head.
heres where all you fucers who said i had become thin were wrong. the shower head broke, bathing in me in (thankfully warm) water. i had to switch off the shower faucet, and thankfully i still have water from the taps.
result-broken and leaky shower head.
total result- no dignity; frozen, itchy, swollen toes; stinky house; screwed up cooker; and broken shower.
lessons learnt:
1) mothers are wise.
2) take your phone wherever you go.
3) dont daydream when walking out in the cold.
4) laziness is a curse.
5) absent mindedness is a curse.
6) i need a wife :shifty eyes:
ah, the fascinating life of bharat tekkuluru srinivasa :)
ps-the story continues.
21/2/2007.
I had an interview today, so i was sitting and ironing my clothes. however, since my house was still smelling from yesterday, i had left the balcony door open.
and heres where the bad luck shows its ugly head.
i go to the kitchen to get some water, and by the time i come back, a plastic cover had blown in through the open balcony door, and gotten stuck to the hot iron.
result- my iron is screwed, and my house stinks of molten plastic, deep fried metal and burnt dhall :)
someone do dhrishi suthu for me at a koil nearby.
1) you get laughed at at the local pizza place because you dont know which day it is today.
2) your toes are swollen and cold.
3) your house smells of heated metal, and your pressure cooker is screwed
4) your shower head is broken.
I shall explain in more detail.
1) its tuesday, and this pizza place near my house has discount pizza slices. so i go there this afternoon, but when i reached there, i had forgotten exactly which day it was. instead of checking my phone, i proceeded to ask the shopkeeper which day it was, and he replied wednesday. i immediately realised i had other plans for wednesday, and left the shop, came back near to my place when i realised today was in fact tuesday. i go back to the shop and find the shop owner and the 3 customers there in the afternoon laughing at me.
i buy my pizzas and leave, mentally making a promise not to come back to this shop for a long time.
result-loss of dignity.
2) since i had decided i was not going to the pizza place for dinner too, i decided to make sambar. so i put the dhall in the cooker, and soon realised i had no tamarind left to make any sambar. therefore, i decided to go to the indian store nearby to get some tamarind
.mistake? i had forgotten that i had left my cooker with the dhall on.
anyway, since the weather was a nice 2 degrees when i left, i figured i'd wear sandals and go out since i was too lazy to wear my shoes. but then, being the dreamy, absent minded idiot that i am, no sooner had i stepped out of my house when i stepped onto a puddle of frozen ice/water. with sandals.
my toes were frozen, but since the shop was nearby, i thought i may as well walk to the place and get the stuff. so i walk to the place, and my toes kept getting number all the way to the palce and back.
result- frozen, highly itchy, swollen toes.
3) half way on the way back, i realised i had left the cooker on with the dhall and forgotten to switch it off. being a pressure cooker, it is highly likely that the pressure can build up over time in the cooker and soon it could be a potential weapon. luckily my mother, in all her infinite wisdom (or maybe she just knew how absent minded/stupid i can be) got a special cooker wiht a safety valve. in case the pressure builds up too much in the cooker, this special valve things melts letting out all the steam.
which is a good thing, except that when i came back home, my house was filled with the released gas. which means my house smells of burnt metal and burnt dhall. and the fire alarm was ringing too, but luckily it was only in my house, which meant all these could be solved by simply opening the balcony door. except that now its cold, so im sitting here frozen and typing this msg out.
result-stinky house, screwed up cooker, no food :(
4)anyway, as i felt i had diffused the cooker-bomb, i decided to take care of my toes which were starting to itch a lot more now. so i step into the bathtub to wash my toes in hot water, but for balance i held onto the shower head.
heres where all you fucers who said i had become thin were wrong. the shower head broke, bathing in me in (thankfully warm) water. i had to switch off the shower faucet, and thankfully i still have water from the taps.
result-broken and leaky shower head.
total result- no dignity; frozen, itchy, swollen toes; stinky house; screwed up cooker; and broken shower.
lessons learnt:
1) mothers are wise.
2) take your phone wherever you go.
3) dont daydream when walking out in the cold.
4) laziness is a curse.
5) absent mindedness is a curse.
6) i need a wife :shifty eyes:
ah, the fascinating life of bharat tekkuluru srinivasa :)
ps-the story continues.
21/2/2007.
I had an interview today, so i was sitting and ironing my clothes. however, since my house was still smelling from yesterday, i had left the balcony door open.
and heres where the bad luck shows its ugly head.
i go to the kitchen to get some water, and by the time i come back, a plastic cover had blown in through the open balcony door, and gotten stuck to the hot iron.
result- my iron is screwed, and my house stinks of molten plastic, deep fried metal and burnt dhall :)
someone do dhrishi suthu for me at a koil nearby.
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