Without realizing it I suddenly burst out laughing because (my English professor would roll in his grave to read me start an article/ story like this… or maybe not, he might still be alive n kicking) any ways, because in my hand I was holding a piece of paper on which was the topic of,on the spot one minute extempore. It was an intercollegiate festival, the topic was..

A night in jail, with an eunuch. Reading that I found myself laughing, it was that or tears… this is what gentlemen and ladies they mean when they say, apun ka toh sala bad luck hi bahut kharab hai. If I had to spend the night in jail, why couldn’t it have been with the likes of Hugh grant, or Richard gere? Ok guys I know, I know, you are probably thinking… they be gay, but a gal can dream na. But there I was even in an extempore; I got dealt the eunuchs, where’s the justice in that tell me? And forget justice where’s the fun in that? Sigh…

But that’s life and GOD be a very funny woman well yes that’s what I think and it’s my story so what I think goes… you want to refute this statement go write your own story!

That’s not the end of my blbk (bad luck bahut kharab, do keep up!) realizing suddenly that people were giving me the odd look was unnerving! I had been laughing you see, loudly without realizing it, suddenly remember?

I went on stage and announced my topic, laughter and I hadn’t said a word… when you are orating it is fine to have your audience laugh, indeed it makes your heart very happy to cause amusement with your wit, but when they laugh…and you haven’t said a word that my fellow bloggers (my spell check insists there is no such word as bloggers it suggests bogglers) is indeed not a good sign!

Well I spoke, about how I’d like to ask a eunuch his/her name, did they find life difficult? (Duh of course. but I had to say some thing...) What did they do with their dead? What was he/she doing here? Did they visit the jail often? Wonder what I was doing there? I hope it was some thing which had at the very least afforded me with fun, no use landing in jail and not having fun before! Even Ms. God couldn’t be that cruel. In short I babbled, for the whole minute. I always babble when I am nervous, so babbling came naturally.

Just to prove, that Ms. God might have her own quirky sense of humor, but she kind of balances things, hence the judges there took to my babble (I make more sense when I am babbling…) and I was declared the winner at the end of the event. I was happy, I noticed this guy cool looking dude, giving me the look, and suddenly things were looking up. I was sure my babble had impressed him! I stood tall, ok not very tall but as tall as my modest 5ft2’’ allowed and saw him walk towards me, My heart was thudding very queerly, he came close and said in a husky voice,” you spoke well, but I was distracted and couldn’t pay attention to what you were saying”. Wow! My looks had never distracted anyone away from my words before, vice versa happened...

He said,’’ well you have I think a peanut skin stuck to your teeth and umm that was most distracting it made you look like you were one tooth missing, just thought you should know. Bye, and congrats!” and he walked away! now this my friends is a classic case of OTSDDP (On The Spot Dana Dan Popat)

Did I say things were looking up? I should’ve known. BLBK!

My friends (students from my own college) gathered around me, and Ajay, the guy who’d fed me peanuts patted me on my back and said,” kiddo lets go eat missal pav, my treat” there was a loud cheer, and we moved towards the missal pav joint not far away…

Things really always balance out, friends make them balance out!

bmw.