I was driving back home last Monday at around 8:30 PM. I saw some of my neighbours outside, curiously watching something. I didn't notice anything unusual, but the rest around never took their eyes off my neighbour's house which is to the left of mine. It was almost like the calm before the storm. I stood perplexed.
Moments later, I saw a cat, with its tail up, looking absolutely terrified about something, running and jumping around all over. A second later, I saw a dog chasing it. I could see it in its eyes, the killer looks; it wanted to rip the cat's head off. But alas, the cat climbed up a tree and jumped on to a roof and walked off nerveless. The dog stood there, barking ferociously, until the cat was out of its sight.
We grew up watching Tom being whooped by Spike in "Tom & Jerry". But I don't quite understand the enmity between cats and dogs.
This antagonism is legendary. The hostility is known to have existed ever since the homo-sapiens domesticated these animals.
If we had to take sides, then what do we do? Aren't dogs mans best friends?
What is it about the cat that makes the dogs go wild?
Can't we ever get them to sign a peace treaty?
Answer away...
Have you come across people who never accept their mistakes? You may have. But, how often do you come across people who can come up with a convincing story to prove that the mistake was your own even though it is one of theirs?
Tuesday, 5th May, 2009
Having breakfast at home on a weekday would mean that I need to have it as early as 7:00 AM in the morning and then I start to feel hungry at 11:00 AM again. Lunch isn't served at the leisure well before 12:00 AM. And once hungry, everything stops until I've had my food. To avoid myself from facing a crisis of this sort, I carry my breakfast to office and have it at the pantry. All is well except one thing, the problem of quantity. My mom can't get around knowing how much is too much and how much is too little.
When I opened my box that day, I found that there was very little chutney. At least, not enough for a couple of chapathis. So, to stop this from happening again, I called up home and told my mom that the quantity was very little.
That evening, at 6:30 PM, when I went back home, I took the box out of my bag and put it on the table. My mom was right there. Very casually, she said, "That is exactly the same amount of chutney that I pack every time". At this point, I knew that I'd made a mistake by calling her up. I told her, "May be you were not aware how much you'd packed". But I knew that she wouldn't let this issue pass-by easily.
At around 9:30 PM, right after dinner, I came back into my room, the rest of the family was in the hall watching TV, when the following conversation took place.
Mom: "I haven't decided what I need to prepare for breakfast tomorrow."
Dad: "hmmm..."
Mom: "Was today's chutney tasty?" (I knew exactly where this one was heading to)
Dad: "Yes, it was good"
Mom: "Your son tells me that what I'd packed was not enough"
She simply couldn't get her mind off it. I wanted to argue, but then, I knew that I'd have to contend with bland breakfast the next morning. So, I had to refrain myself.
Wednesday, 6th May, 2009
I was just about preparing to leave for work at around 7:05 AM. I had no idea that was about to be at the receiving end of a knock-out punch.
Mom: "Here's you tiffin box."
Me: "Leave it on the table."
Mom: "Do you have your breakfast as soon as you get to office?"
Me: "I have it at around 8:30 AM."
Mom: "Do you leave your box inside your bag and take it out just before you have your breakfast?"
Me: "Yes."
Mom: "Do you have a locker in office?"
Me: "Yes."
Mom: "Do you leave your bag inside the locker after you've made it to your work station?"
Me: (Still wondering where this on was heading to) "This is a laptop bag. It is big and wouldn't fit inside the locker."
What mom came up with next was the killer blow.
Mom: "Well, if you don't leave your bag inside the locker, how can you be sure that no one steals stuff from it?".
I felt like pulling my hair out. For a moment I pondered about my work place. Was it a multi-national, cultured company or was it the K.R Market I go to every day? I've heard mom coming up with some crazy stuff, but this one was way too amusing. Why would any one steal just the chutney and leave the chapathis alone?
P.S: To my neighbours in office: I'm sorry guys, she meant no offence. If anything, she was just questioning your character, that's all.
"Whose line is it anyway" is a show that I've been following for a while now. It was earlier telecasted on Star World and now, I watch it on WB. It’s a comedy game show where the host, Drew Carey, uses the suggestions from the audience present to assign roles and scenarios to the contestants. Colin Mochrie and Ryan Stiles are amongst my most favorite contestants. Colin is witty while Ryan is good with his expressions.
On one of the episodes, Colin was assigned a role of a reality TV host where he finds his wife with another man in the audience. Realizing that his wife is cheating on him, this is what Colin came up with - "Wives are happier than men because they aren't married to women".
