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Is there a Mr.Bean in all of us?

Is there a Mr.Bean in all of us? or did the nature played the trick wth me??

Faux pas, goof up, gaffe, smothering.. I guess these were the words that God used as keywords as he went on with his lifetime creation of me. There hasn’t been a month that I could carry forward flying my broomstick with panache, while painting the sky with the glittering words - "Hey chums!! Me done it, finally"

Get some glitterati, teachers, damsels or grave elders and my morphing to Mr. Bean begins. There is an inherent eldritch ability to say the wrong things :) being an engineer the probability makes me a point that I do say right things sometimes, yet I fight like a true Don Quixote, and defy the odds black and blue.

Handling a lady, who is going through a menopause, is perhaps worst I am at. There was this lady, all busted in some tension, just needing a nerd like me to explode. My work team had to ask something from her and they were jinxed enuff to pick me. Already knowing the volcanic nature of the lady, I kept telling me to speak nothing apart from work. But the moment I talked, along came this morph and my mouth erupted glibly, "Hey Seema (*name changed*), aaj to raat ko bahut achhi neend aayegi" and the hell went loose. I had taken for granted the simple chain of thoughts that she was stressed and tired and hey, tired ppl do sleep soundly, no? But what came out from the speaker of the phone from other side was a loud "WHAT!!!!" as I scurried for my safety.

The other day, it was again not my fault; I hold Darwin and my 32Mb memory guilty for it. This damsel, with all low cut uppers and burn me down attitude pushed me for a peekaboo. Years fly by, and we all become more mature and I find myself talking about it to a friend of mine, abt some funny stuff I saw. Had it been my regular jinxed self, I would have turned around to find her all red and burning with fury. Women do have power to turn up rather at that very point when you talk smthing funny of them. But as luck wud have had it, I did look behind, she wasn’t there, but, as I came to know abt it few mins later, she was the one I was talking to in first place!!! My memory had surrendered me to the devil.

But life goes on, and so does one's confidence in one's goof ups. And hence my fav lines now are, "Hey did I goof up that earlier too?"

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posted by Jas @ 3:45 PM,

2 Comments:

At June 25, 2005 7:55 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

ha ha...i see the funny bone (bean?) in u!
jumped over frm orkut...

 
At June 25, 2005 7:58 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh, and forgot to mention:
- interesting blog name!
- correct the link on ur orkut profile...its on the www

 

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