Just another fit of random incidents which tickled me a little on a snowy morning. Some memories never fade, some just swift pass like a gentle breeze and some are meant to bring that little joy in your life which unintentionally brighten you up.
A medley of sorts!
I do talk to a few of my friends and relatives through video chats on skype and gmail every once in a while. This is my way of ensuring that they don’t erase me off their memory disks totally. Such a pest I am! 
So it was one such Sunday morning when I was video chatting with this uncle of mine whose daughter, Pillu (as I call her) is now old enough to chirp up nursery rhymes (Yeah! I have cousins who are that small!). Clad in her pink frock, frolicking away on her little kitchen set, as soon as I called her name, her distraction was evident and she came running towards the screen only to discover that it was me who had called her name. I could see the sense of surprise transform into the oh-its-just-you emotion in her eyes so clearly. It was almost enough to make my day.
My aunt wanted her to recite all the nursery rhymes she knew. She was just not interested in flaunting her intellect. She did not refute or anything, she just ignored my aunt totally. After a while, when my aunt had pestered her enough, this is what she did.
(The conversation was in Marathi. This is a decently attempted English translation)
Aunt: Wont you sing your nursery rhymes for Dada*? Sing Brother John… Jack and Jill…
Pillu (exclaimed): Brother John…
Me: Yay! 😀
Everybody was quiet and listening attentively to Pillu
Pillu (looked at me in the screen and gave a sheepish smile):-
Are you sleeping, Are you sleeping,
Brother John Brother John,
Jill came tumbling after,
Jill came tumbling after,
Ding dong bell… 🙄 😯
(Sing each line in the respective tune and you’d know the wonderful medley that Pillu created)
She came up with this awesome medley, partly because she was vexed enough by her mom’s bantering and mostly because she seems to be totally talented. Ahhh.. that is what is going to happen to my cousins you see.. Talent is going to overflow.. 😆 (I can almost sense you all throwing tomatoes at me.. the rotten ones..)
We were left in fits of laughter.
The curious ‘case’ of yours truly..
Those who know me well, or who have met me or who have had the privilege of taking my case, know how easy the task is. Most of the times I don’t even realize that people are having a good time.. err… at my cost. It was still fine to see the people I know take my case. What happened over the weekend has only convinced me that I ought to run away to Himalayas to seek divine help to be able to make me not to susceptible to pick-ons.
So there is this really awesome Chinese joint in Jersey City which I do visit once in a while. I had a friend visit me over the long weekend of Christmas and we decided to dine at this joint. With hogfull eyes, we entered the restaurant and ordered an awesome sparkling wine. We started looking into the menu card for the entrees when the waitress came to serve something to the folks sitting next to us.
She (sniffing..literally): Gosh… I smell something’s burning.
She (screaming looking at me): Sir your menu card is on the candle lamp. :X
Me (embarrassed. Didn’t know what to do! Thought for a second and then said.. aah. This is just one of those goofed up performances I keep giving every now and then): oops! I am so sorry… 😳
I just picked up the freaky candle lamp and put it on the table adjacent to ours. My friend was laughing like a maniac and needless to say this incident was publicized to the entire circle of case takers as the ‘latest best’. What more even the folks sitting on the adjacent table were happy to get entertained. Well, I had decided to go with the usual stuff which I always order and not indulge myself reading the menu card again. As I shut the card and kept it aside, the waitress came running and picked it up and quipped.
She: Let me pick it up before you do something… err… something happens to it. 😈
Me: 😦
She: Just kidding..! 👿
Me (to myself): Yeah right! You have no idea how I am going to be picked on by what you have just done! 😕
I guess I should rethink about the ‘talent’ that my cousins have ‘like me’.
Well, as I say… Life’s like that!
P.S: Dada in Marathi refers to elder brother. Which by the way is 22 years older than Pillu! 😆 I even have a new born cousin who I am sure will come up with something more dreastic in years to come.. 😛
Through the Looking Glass.. 
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