Vidhatri's Oasis
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Messed-Up Excellence
Life has always been good to me and sometimes it showered so much goodness on me that I find it difficult to handle and I end up doing the wrong things at the right time. When I start complaining about it, Life has only one thing to say “Why did you mess it up?”. What Life said was also valid because I always surprised myself as to how I could excel in mastering the art of “messing-up” situations and I just got better as I grew older.
I did my schooling in a boy’s school. Being in a boy’s school was fun in its own way. But, it got boring sometimes when you don’t have the existence of people around you , whom you could address as “beautiful”, ”pretty” and ”gorgeous”. But, I didn’t have to wait long for that. No, my school was not changed to co-education, but I got a glimpse of “the beautiful”,”the pretty” and “the gorgeous”.
It was our first day in Physics lab. My friends and I weren’t in the slightest mood to hear anything. We were busy looking around the lab and the “exotic” instruments that didn’t make sense to us. Just then my friend sitting beside me, poked me with his pencil and asked me to look at the window. I couldn’t believe what I saw. I opened my eyes wide in amazement. I could see the students of the adjacent school sitting in their classes. I knew there was a school next to ours, but never knew we shared a common boundary wall. I looked at the students sitting there. No. Let me be frank. Let me rephrase the line. I looked at girls sitting there. I eagerly looked around my class to inform others too. But, more than half the class was already looking at the window.
My friends and I had decided to take a closer look at the celebrities, the girls. So, one of the physics lab sessions, we slowly moved towards the end of the physics lab. We had to enter a small room, in order to reach the end of the lab and of course to make sure we don’t get caught by our teacher. We entered the room, but where was the window?. Oh! Then we realized the curtains had covered them. I immediately opened them. We were frozen looking at the “beautiful”,”pretty”,”gorgeous” sight. Suddenly, an idea struck me and I pulled my friends down. ”Won’t it be really cheap of us to look at them like this? Let us do one thing. We will pretend to do some experiment and look at them, so that they don’t suspect”, I told them. “Brilliant idea”, I could hear my heart tell my brain. We stood up and took the “telescope like” instrument from the table and placed it on the table near the window. We posed as if we were looking through the “telescope like” instrument and admired the beauty before us. Seeing this, the girls started giggling. None of us knew why they were doing so. But we continued, not only that day but even after that.
One fine day in the Physics class, our Physics teacher as usual brought an instrument to demonstrate something. This time it was the same instrument we used to look at the girls. We felt a sense of possessiveness when we looked at it, because it somehow belonged to us. My teacher started explaining about the instrument. When the Physics class got over, we friends sat there in shock and I could see all of them giving me a cold stare. We pledged never to look at the girls through the window, because it was only then we realized that the “telescope-like” instrument was an instrument to look at objects in the “dark” and we day after day tried to look at girls in “daylight”. Now, I understood why the girls were giggling. Next Physics lab, we found ourselves far away from the window.
School days had its own share of pranks, but done with innocence. But in college I had to be more careful because now I was a grown up boy. But, as I mentioned earlier things just got better as I grew old.
College days were full of flop shows where I tried to do something and it ended up being just the opposite. For instance, on my first day in college like a typical ragging situation I was told to propose to a girl and I with all sincerity went and proposed a girl who ended up being the sweeper of the building. How could I know that we had well dressed sweeper in my college on my very first day of college itself? Then, once during my second year in the process of impressing the junior girls I did all the “heroic” stunts on my bike and once I could sense the junior girls were impressed, I parked my vehicle and walked by them. Just then I could hear the security guy of my college screaming at me at his top of his voice, “Are u gone nuts to park your bike in the basketball court? Just remove your bike right now”. I didn’t even dare to look at the girls. I just vanished from that place with my bike in seconds. I hoped that was my final day in college and I don’t see those girls again. But, I had to face those sarcastic smiles for the next three years.
Flop shows like these were common with me during my college days, but now as a working professional I had be careful that I don’t repeat these flop shows now. But, few things just seem to love to stay with me.
We all know that amidst our project work, the forward mails we receive act as a prefect stress busters. But in my case one such forward mail instead of releasing my stress, it just added on to it. Can’t blame me! The mail came with a subject reading “Whom do u think is more beautiful?”. So, I opened the mail with lots of curiosity to see who were featured in the “beautiful” group. After having a quick glance at all the snaps, I decided to take the judge’s seat and give my decision as to who is the most beautiful amongst them with all the experience I had gathered in my 23 years of existence in this world. As I scrolled down, I looked at each of the beautiful ladies and trying to do some mental calculations to help me give my decision, but by the time I scrolled till the end of the page I was confused. I scrolled up and down again to look at the photos again, but still couldn’t decide. “Once your Design Analysis is done, can we start the meeting?”, I heard my PM speak from behind. My heart beat increased as I looked around and saw my PM standing right behind me and looking at me and my computer screen. It was then I remembered I had my appraisal scheduled that time and I had forgotten about it. “Well.. Actually… I…. Kind off .. Forgot…”, this was what I heard myself reply. As I followed him to the conference room for my appraisal expecting the worst to come, I realized what he meant by “design analysis”. My analysis of the photos to decide who was beautiful was no less than a “design analysis”.
What happened during the next one hour in my appraisal meeting, as they say is history. But, I desperately wanted to wear a mask during the meeting, because I was so embarrassed to face him. But, few things in life are just unavoidable. Sometimes, I wonder if I continue this way of messing up situations, I will soon be awarded with the Best “Messed-Up” Act. There again I won’t be surprised if in the excitement of collecting my award I walk up straight on the dais towards the anchor of the show while the person ready to give my award is standing right on the other extreme side of the dais.
Can’t help it !!! Few people are just born with Messed up Excellence.
I did my schooling in a boy’s school. Being in a boy’s school was fun in its own way. But, it got boring sometimes when you don’t have the existence of people around you , whom you could address as “beautiful”, ”pretty” and ”gorgeous”. But, I didn’t have to wait long for that. No, my school was not changed to co-education, but I got a glimpse of “the beautiful”,”the pretty” and “the gorgeous”.
It was our first day in Physics lab. My friends and I weren’t in the slightest mood to hear anything. We were busy looking around the lab and the “exotic” instruments that didn’t make sense to us. Just then my friend sitting beside me, poked me with his pencil and asked me to look at the window. I couldn’t believe what I saw. I opened my eyes wide in amazement. I could see the students of the adjacent school sitting in their classes. I knew there was a school next to ours, but never knew we shared a common boundary wall. I looked at the students sitting there. No. Let me be frank. Let me rephrase the line. I looked at girls sitting there. I eagerly looked around my class to inform others too. But, more than half the class was already looking at the window.
My friends and I had decided to take a closer look at the celebrities, the girls. So, one of the physics lab sessions, we slowly moved towards the end of the physics lab. We had to enter a small room, in order to reach the end of the lab and of course to make sure we don’t get caught by our teacher. We entered the room, but where was the window?. Oh! Then we realized the curtains had covered them. I immediately opened them. We were frozen looking at the “beautiful”,”pretty”,”gorgeous” sight. Suddenly, an idea struck me and I pulled my friends down. ”Won’t it be really cheap of us to look at them like this? Let us do one thing. We will pretend to do some experiment and look at them, so that they don’t suspect”, I told them. “Brilliant idea”, I could hear my heart tell my brain. We stood up and took the “telescope like” instrument from the table and placed it on the table near the window. We posed as if we were looking through the “telescope like” instrument and admired the beauty before us. Seeing this, the girls started giggling. None of us knew why they were doing so. But we continued, not only that day but even after that.
One fine day in the Physics class, our Physics teacher as usual brought an instrument to demonstrate something. This time it was the same instrument we used to look at the girls. We felt a sense of possessiveness when we looked at it, because it somehow belonged to us. My teacher started explaining about the instrument. When the Physics class got over, we friends sat there in shock and I could see all of them giving me a cold stare. We pledged never to look at the girls through the window, because it was only then we realized that the “telescope-like” instrument was an instrument to look at objects in the “dark” and we day after day tried to look at girls in “daylight”. Now, I understood why the girls were giggling. Next Physics lab, we found ourselves far away from the window.
School days had its own share of pranks, but done with innocence. But in college I had to be more careful because now I was a grown up boy. But, as I mentioned earlier things just got better as I grew old.
College days were full of flop shows where I tried to do something and it ended up being just the opposite. For instance, on my first day in college like a typical ragging situation I was told to propose to a girl and I with all sincerity went and proposed a girl who ended up being the sweeper of the building. How could I know that we had well dressed sweeper in my college on my very first day of college itself? Then, once during my second year in the process of impressing the junior girls I did all the “heroic” stunts on my bike and once I could sense the junior girls were impressed, I parked my vehicle and walked by them. Just then I could hear the security guy of my college screaming at me at his top of his voice, “Are u gone nuts to park your bike in the basketball court? Just remove your bike right now”. I didn’t even dare to look at the girls. I just vanished from that place with my bike in seconds. I hoped that was my final day in college and I don’t see those girls again. But, I had to face those sarcastic smiles for the next three years.
Flop shows like these were common with me during my college days, but now as a working professional I had be careful that I don’t repeat these flop shows now. But, few things just seem to love to stay with me.
We all know that amidst our project work, the forward mails we receive act as a prefect stress busters. But in my case one such forward mail instead of releasing my stress, it just added on to it. Can’t blame me! The mail came with a subject reading “Whom do u think is more beautiful?”. So, I opened the mail with lots of curiosity to see who were featured in the “beautiful” group. After having a quick glance at all the snaps, I decided to take the judge’s seat and give my decision as to who is the most beautiful amongst them with all the experience I had gathered in my 23 years of existence in this world. As I scrolled down, I looked at each of the beautiful ladies and trying to do some mental calculations to help me give my decision, but by the time I scrolled till the end of the page I was confused. I scrolled up and down again to look at the photos again, but still couldn’t decide. “Once your Design Analysis is done, can we start the meeting?”, I heard my PM speak from behind. My heart beat increased as I looked around and saw my PM standing right behind me and looking at me and my computer screen. It was then I remembered I had my appraisal scheduled that time and I had forgotten about it. “Well.. Actually… I…. Kind off .. Forgot…”, this was what I heard myself reply. As I followed him to the conference room for my appraisal expecting the worst to come, I realized what he meant by “design analysis”. My analysis of the photos to decide who was beautiful was no less than a “design analysis”.
What happened during the next one hour in my appraisal meeting, as they say is history. But, I desperately wanted to wear a mask during the meeting, because I was so embarrassed to face him. But, few things in life are just unavoidable. Sometimes, I wonder if I continue this way of messing up situations, I will soon be awarded with the Best “Messed-Up” Act. There again I won’t be surprised if in the excitement of collecting my award I walk up straight on the dais towards the anchor of the show while the person ready to give my award is standing right on the other extreme side of the dais.
Can’t help it !!! Few people are just born with Messed up Excellence.
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