GREAT TIMES

Several people have asked me to put down the embarassments i have had in my life....they made the request after they themselves witnessed how often i come across embarassments...and ...one "man's folly is food for anothers mirth" -says pp, so i decided to oblige.
but to put down the multitude of situations would make it an autobiography spreading over volumes , so restricting myself to those few occasions when i turned first red, then yellow, then black and finally green....

scene 1: a fine day in 2005

the school annual day....things were going very well....we had finished a dance without any major mishaps( ignoring the fact that the cassette did not play the first time and we were welcomed by howls and hoots)......the final pose was struck and as the rule goes i waited for the curtain to fall to resume from the pose. i was way upfront, had gone farther than i have intended to .....everyone kept staring at me while i remain stuck in the pose which resembled Christ on the cross but since i cant see without my glasses, i couldnt catch their expression....after a long time of waiting some one asked me from behind "chechi, akathu varunnille".....i realized to my horror that the curtain had fallen behind me and everyone had gone offstage while i was enacting the clown......after turning multiple shades at the same time, i retreated feeling wretched and horrible.....my classmates took up the issue and for days congratulated me on my "out"standing performance as they called it....

scene 2: another fine morning in 2006

the first day in college...

we (my cousin aka unni) and me decided to go by college bus ...we went to the stop and found a guy there who looked like a CET student....unni goes over and makes his first slip of the day "chetta, chettan first year aano"...the senior just laughed and said no but he had a " wait till i get you" expression. we stood together and were chatting about something when the bus showed up.
once aboard the bus i had the privelege of being the first first year girl on bus...i was called up front and questions fired from all sides
1: who was the guy laughing with you?
although unni is my dad's cousins son , to avoid him further discomfiture, i said he's my dad's sisters son...first cousin to be precise
then they called unni ...and while i was there asked him "how are you related?"
unni, in his own way to avoid inconvenience , said " we are distant relatives"
i felt like burying myself then and we were turned out to be the fraud brother and sister......

footnote: even today people really wonder if we ARE brother and sister thanks to his over, melodramatic way of calling me "sister" before starting every sentence.