IT WAS ONE OF THOSE DAYS……..
A.K.RAMAN
“Why are you making those faces at me?”
It came like a bolt from the blue and hit me hard. I was sitting in front of my boss in his chamber and was listening attentively like a snake in front of a snake charmer. In fact we were discussing strategy before going out to meet a potential customer.
“Tell me why are you making those faces at me?”
“Who? Me? Sir”
“Is there anybody else in this room?”
“No sir.”
“Then I might have asked you only. Tell me why are making those faces at me?”
I bit my lip before uttering “Who me sir” and starting the conversation all over again. I decided to keep mum and allow things to take its own course. Within a few minutes the discussion was over and I found myself sitting by the side of my boss in his car. I am not such a fool to make faces at my boss putting my career at risk. Then why did he ask me such question.
The day started like any other day. In fact I was lucky in one sense. My friend had returned from Kerala after spending some days there. He brought coconuts from there. He gave me some of them because he knew I like them very much. While leaving for office I put a piece of it in my mouth enjoying the sweet juice whenever I chewed it. I was lucky in the bus also. A beautiful lady occupied the seat just in front of me. In a short while I started stealing glances at her. I suspect that the planets changed positions just after that time. Suddenly her face became red with anger.
She stood up and marched away and occupied some other seat behind me as if to avoid me. I do not mind her marching away and occupying some other seat. But certainly mind her stamping my feet so hard making sure to hurt my feet in spite of the protection of the toe of my shoe. Some thing told me that the stamping was intentional. To peak it all, my boss is accusing me of making faces at him.
My musing stopped as my boss drove round a building and parked his car at a vantage place. The next few hours saw us at our persuasive best. My boss talked with a silken voice throwing statistics to justify his points. Of course the points were prepared by me by burning the midnight oil. I occasionally stepped in and supplemented his effort nicely. Assured of a bulky order, we closed the meeting and returned to the car. I was in cloud nine when we were returning back. My boss was happy enough to drop me at my home. As I was getting down disaster struck again.
“Do you have the habit of chewing the cud?”
My boss asked as he reversed the car and drove away without waiting for my reply. Crest fallen I entered my house, sat on the sofa and hid myself inside the news paper. Reading news paper was my way of unwinding. My wife tried her best to understand the cause of my tension. But I managed to stonewall her probing and remained silent. After about half an hour, I went upstairs and entered my room. I stood in front of the mirror to asses what was wrong with me. A well dressed handsome executive said hello to me. Finding nothing wrong, I sat on the bed completely confused.
My wife entered the room after sometime with a cup of coffee and slowly started a conversation. The topic was to my liking and within few minutes I was taking part in a lively discussion. Suddenly my wife shouted
“What happened to your tongue? Please put out your tongue so that I can see”
I put my tongue out as far as possible.
“Oh God! It is almost bleeding. What did you do to hurt your tongue so much?” She asked in a worried voice. Lightning flashed in my mind. I jumped up and dashed to the mirror again. I stood there and did something. The handsome man in it made faces at me. I turned back and danced shouting
“Eureka! Eureka”
“Now what?” She asked with a worried look.
“My darling! Without knowing yourself you have solved a mystery which was haunting me through out the day”
“Is it so? I thought you have gone mad.”
Ignoring her comments I dashed to the mirror again. I did something and the Gentleman in the mirror made faces at me.
“Give me a safety pin” I asked.
A tinge of fear shadowed her face. Silently she handed over a pin. I opened the pin, held it in a peculiar angle, inserted it between two teeth and pulled it out. There it was…..the culprit….a piece of coconut. It has gone between the teeth while I was eating it in the morning. By instinct I was trying to pull it out with my tongue. If you still don’t understand, please stand in front of a mirror and try to pull out something stuck in between your teeth with your tongue.
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A.K.RAMAN
“Why are you making those faces at me?”
It came like a bolt from the blue and hit me hard. I was sitting in front of my boss in his chamber and was listening attentively like a snake in front of a snake charmer. In fact we were discussing strategy before going out to meet a potential customer.
“Tell me why are you making those faces at me?”
“Who? Me? Sir”
“Is there anybody else in this room?”
“No sir.”
“Then I might have asked you only. Tell me why are making those faces at me?”
I bit my lip before uttering “Who me sir” and starting the conversation all over again. I decided to keep mum and allow things to take its own course. Within a few minutes the discussion was over and I found myself sitting by the side of my boss in his car. I am not such a fool to make faces at my boss putting my career at risk. Then why did he ask me such question.
The day started like any other day. In fact I was lucky in one sense. My friend had returned from Kerala after spending some days there. He brought coconuts from there. He gave me some of them because he knew I like them very much. While leaving for office I put a piece of it in my mouth enjoying the sweet juice whenever I chewed it. I was lucky in the bus also. A beautiful lady occupied the seat just in front of me. In a short while I started stealing glances at her. I suspect that the planets changed positions just after that time. Suddenly her face became red with anger.
She stood up and marched away and occupied some other seat behind me as if to avoid me. I do not mind her marching away and occupying some other seat. But certainly mind her stamping my feet so hard making sure to hurt my feet in spite of the protection of the toe of my shoe. Some thing told me that the stamping was intentional. To peak it all, my boss is accusing me of making faces at him.
My musing stopped as my boss drove round a building and parked his car at a vantage place. The next few hours saw us at our persuasive best. My boss talked with a silken voice throwing statistics to justify his points. Of course the points were prepared by me by burning the midnight oil. I occasionally stepped in and supplemented his effort nicely. Assured of a bulky order, we closed the meeting and returned to the car. I was in cloud nine when we were returning back. My boss was happy enough to drop me at my home. As I was getting down disaster struck again.
“Do you have the habit of chewing the cud?”
My boss asked as he reversed the car and drove away without waiting for my reply. Crest fallen I entered my house, sat on the sofa and hid myself inside the news paper. Reading news paper was my way of unwinding. My wife tried her best to understand the cause of my tension. But I managed to stonewall her probing and remained silent. After about half an hour, I went upstairs and entered my room. I stood in front of the mirror to asses what was wrong with me. A well dressed handsome executive said hello to me. Finding nothing wrong, I sat on the bed completely confused.
My wife entered the room after sometime with a cup of coffee and slowly started a conversation. The topic was to my liking and within few minutes I was taking part in a lively discussion. Suddenly my wife shouted
“What happened to your tongue? Please put out your tongue so that I can see”
I put my tongue out as far as possible.
“Oh God! It is almost bleeding. What did you do to hurt your tongue so much?” She asked in a worried voice. Lightning flashed in my mind. I jumped up and dashed to the mirror again. I stood there and did something. The handsome man in it made faces at me. I turned back and danced shouting
“Eureka! Eureka”
“Now what?” She asked with a worried look.
“My darling! Without knowing yourself you have solved a mystery which was haunting me through out the day”
“Is it so? I thought you have gone mad.”
Ignoring her comments I dashed to the mirror again. I did something and the Gentleman in the mirror made faces at me.
“Give me a safety pin” I asked.
A tinge of fear shadowed her face. Silently she handed over a pin. I opened the pin, held it in a peculiar angle, inserted it between two teeth and pulled it out. There it was…..the culprit….a piece of coconut. It has gone between the teeth while I was eating it in the morning. By instinct I was trying to pull it out with my tongue. If you still don’t understand, please stand in front of a mirror and try to pull out something stuck in between your teeth with your tongue.
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