Right or Wrong

As I just completed my magnum opus, I thought I deserved a big break. For those who have no idea what I am talking about, it's a challenge I gave myself to see if I could write a longer short story ( that's not an oxymoron, it's just me a moronic ox who writes shorts stories usually). And I did it. So, coming back, I thought I deserved a break and wanted nothing to do with blogging for a week at least. But I couldn't. I couldn't resist opening up my blog and checking on the comments, the bouquets and the brickbats, opening up my drafts to see if there was anything left unfinished that I should probably finish up.

NOTHING.NADA.ZILCH.

There was absolutely nothing for me to do in my blog. No unfinished posts that I could just brush up and publish. No more comments for me to moderate. So the only thing left to do was to write a new post. And that's what I am doing right now.

Isn't it funny how in life you often come up with the same situation over and over again. It's almost like your whole life is on a loop and you continue to do the same thing over and over again. Even more funnier is how in spite of getting repeated shots at a thing, we almost end up doing the same thing, take the same decision, make the same choice. But how does one really know whether it's right or wrong. Take for example the following situations. I am going to put in the wrong thing, which was probably what I did, and the right thing which is probably what I should have done.

Situation 1

Your girlfriend is busy making lunch for you. She sweats and swelters in the compressed space that you call your kitchen, while you are lazing on the bean bag watching season five of How I met your mother, laughing at the corny jokes and the relationship mantras that they keep coming up with in each episode(It's a fab sit-com...you guys should catch it.. read this)


Right thing

Help her out with the preparations, cut the onions, clean the vegetables, set the table( at my place its more or less couch food, so set the plates). Get water to drink.

What I did

"Baby, can you make sure the omelet isnt done too well? last time it was terrible and you know how I dont like it when it's cooked like that. I like it semi-liquid. Hey that reminds me, how did you like the scene in Raavan where Aishwarya jumps into the water. Doesnt she look sexy in that."

I know, I know. That was probably the most idiotic thing a guy could have talked about. Come on. Aishwarya in Raavan?(for those who dont know what Raavan is, read this) she looked old and forced. Okay, seriously I probably could have handled that one a little better.

Situation 2

You come home late in the night, obviously after a long day at office and a longer time at the tavern with your friends. Your shirt stinks of smoke and it's very obvious that it might have been more of a first person issue than a third party influence. As luck would have it, this was the one day that your dad, who smokes heavily and thereby either attributes the smell to himself or to his dead nose cells, is fast asleep. My mom opens the door. One thing about my mom is that she missed out on her life's calling as a sniffer for the bomb squad.

Right thing

Fall down on her feet and cry out, "I am sorry mom, I will never do it again. It was a mistake. Please forgive me." wet her feet like that and you are good to go. No mom can be harsh with you after such a melodramatic scene like that.

What I did

First thing I did, was to hold my breath as though I still had smoke left in my lungs and if I breathe I might let it out. I rush to the rest room, on the pretext of urgent urinary needs and grab my close-up tooth paste out of the cabinet and wash my mouth. I open the door of the rest room and I find my mom standing up close to me. Still I am not floundered and ask in a cold and harsh voice, as though I am upset and angry with something, "What's for dinner? go get it. I am very hungry" She continues to stare at me and then says" what's the smoke smell. Did you smoke?"

That's when I break down. I need to make a clean sweep out of it. The only way to escape was to confess and beg for forgiveness. And I do just that.

"It wasnt me. It was my friend ma. You know i dont like that. He was sitting next to me in the teashop and was puffing away to glory. I didnt like it but I couldnt leave. I needed the books for that exam that is coming up. I know, I know. You dont like him. Fine. After this I will never ever meet him. I swear. . . you don't believe me....aaaah...smell my mouth...aaaah...does it smell of smoke...just my clothes smell like that."

She walks out of the room, shaking her head. All this had been tried and failed by the man of the earlier generation.My dad..how much I look upto him.

So in conclusion things can be done the right way or the wrong way....only thing is for the opposite person, its always the opposite of your right and your wrong( at least the right part like you know in a mirror  )