As I have joined morning classes I also get ready post the class and go directly to the office. It clearly meant that I had to carry everything from my shoes to change of clothes to toiletries in a backpack.
It goes without saying that my bag is always overstuffed as I also have to carry 2 books with me. With the lunch, breakfast & water bottle thrown in it, the bag it swells like anything. Here is a picture of the same.
Needless to say me n my bag have become a butt to jokes like
- Back to school?
- Which paper today?
- Going for a picnic?
- Going for an excursion?
There are people who have committed the mistake of asking me “What have you put in this bag that it is so fat”.
Wondering why am I calling it a mistake??
Well, I make it a point that they regret asking this question. I make them stand and I open my bag and describe in full detail what’s there & where it is in my bag. *evil grin*
I have been so bad that now if anybody asks any of my friends that what am I carrying in my bag, they very gleefully tell me that hey please tell her what is in your bag.
Post the aerobics session our washroom is always in utter chaos with people pitching in to go in first, get ready and go out. Limited number of bathrooms play tyrant here. With so many girls thrown in we create a ruckus and every now & then we witness somebody or the other forgetting something at home.
People forget bringing shampoo, soap, t-shirt and what not. Knowing my track record of forgetting everything I make it a point that I meticulously pack my bag a night before; specially the change of clothes because once we reach office going back home is an assignment in itself.
Luckily in my last 6 months besides forgetting innocent items like I-card or hand bands I haven’t missed anything. So whenever anybody forgets to bring anything I very smartly and proudly tell them “see till date I haven’t forgotten anything, you should pack your during night time.”
I guess I had counted my eggs too soon.
Today when we entered the washroom we were all in top form and were shouting on the top of our voice booking places to bath. I in a very meticulously haphazard manner took out my change of clothes and lo behold.
I had forgotten the churidar of my suit (anarkali).
I couldn’t believe my eyes, how could this happen to me? I remembered taking the damn thing out from my wardrobe and then I remembered.
I had been so busy matching the kada’s, the neck piece with my kurta that I must have for sure forgotten to pack the damn thing.
An SOS call was made to friend who didn’t answer. It was already past ten and all my other friends had left from home luckily another friend (who also attends aerobics classes with me) was carrying a spare suit. The salwar of the suit was somewhat matching with my kurta. But WTH I was carrying anarkali and who wears anarkali with a salwar?? (Thought of wearing the kurta like a frock also entered my mind but the idea was butted down by everyone).
Luckily the SOS friend called back & I requested her to carry a matching churidar.
Fir kya, I wore that orange salwar and moved out self consciously. But one thing I couldn’t forgo was my cup of coffee. I moved to pick my coffee I was conscious but then what the hoot. At most people behind my back would say what strange combination this girl is wearing, why should I sacrifice my coffee over that. Hai na?
Later my friend turned up and saved me but I have been listening to things like
- Only you could do this
- How could you do this?
- Grow up
- Why aren’t you more careful? etc etc
Now what do I say I never do these things, they just happen to me.
Before I forget wish me this is my 100th post :)
Before I forget further, thanks a lot to all my readers :) and thanks for the patience you all have show by reading my ramblings :)
P.S. I was trying to remember so many things that I forgot giving this post a title :-) edited now and added...:D