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If you were one among the followers of my previous blog you would doubt at the title 'The missing bulb in toilet' as it was posted there. Since I deleted that blog,(Incident behind that would be narrated later ;) I guess it is very important to start with this particular short incident cum story so that the beginning would be something funny. I have taken enough efforts to make sure that this would be another reading experience altogether.
Seeking your blessings and support. The blog downright begins...
The Missing Bulb in Toilet [ Remixed version :) ]
Seeking your blessings and support. The blog downright begins...
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| THE MISSING BULB IN TOILET |
The Missing Bulb in Toilet [ Remixed version :) ]
The whole incident happened in 4 hours!!. As usual me and my childhood cum one of the best friends, Nimeesh were strolling back home after school. Gone are the days we searched for the longer ways to reach home to the shorter. To avoid the straight panchayath road through which we would take hardly 10 minutes to reach home had been often subsidized politely with another lengthy yet smart alternative which took us more than 40 minutes instead. We had noted a bulb which was hung over a rope to provide light to travelers at night ever since we chose this particular road to return back home. It was quiet obvious that the bulb and the power to operate was offered by a neighborhood family. [ At that point I was totally unaware that they were my distant relatives !!].
" Pick up stones no?, " Nimeesh yelled at me as I was staring at the bulb which was hung over. Poor guy thought that I was confused to what to do. But I was thinking like, "Was it there on yesterday, the bulb?, if yes how did we miss it?, we didn't waste a single second to shoot the stones at the target. One, two, three,..It became a competition with in seconds as we threw stones one after the other. When the stones in my hand got finished I bent down to pick up more.
" CLING".. I looked up,
It was the sound followed by a shower of broken glasses all over the places I could see. Oh man, he had hit the BULLS EYE !!.
"RUNNNNN"... Screamed Nimeesh. I was already running and we were truly in danger as we were clearly identified by few of the girls in our class, who were strolling back to home. Later only we came to know how the house owner lady could identify reach to us in minutes after the incident had happened.
We were really pissed off. I was nervous like hell and as usual Nimeesh started consolidating me. He bid me bye and made sure that he would be there in 10 minutes for a cricket match. My mind was not at all ready for a cricket match as it was still stuck at the thousands of glass pieces which I had seen pouring down few minutes back. I reached home and was having my tea. Somebody was calling my grandma's name in anger. It didn't require much of an intelligence to understand the situation outside.
Huh.. I hate Nimeesh!!!
Duffer didn't turn up!!
I was never known the house owner who kept the bulb in her own expense for the public benefit was our relative. Soon Grandma started scolding me like anything and that 'relative' left home after firing me for all the mess we had created and warned me to get ready for a police case if we had replaced the bulb before the evening. By the time the anger on Nimeesh was over flowing and it took no time for me to explain the lady that, it was not a 'solo performance' and there was one more culprit behind the scene. Unfortunately she was not in any mood to repeat the same drama she had just performed at Nimeesh's house also, and reminded me about the police case to rub the salt onto wounds.
Nimeesh came in as if he was hiding somewhere to make sure that the lady had left the scene. I pulled his collar out and scolded him like anything. And made him understand the seriousness of the situation. By the time his interest towards to have a cricket match had gone away and we started discussing about the replacement of the bulb. We haven't had any bucks with us to buy a bulb. That was the first time I cursed Mr.Thomas Alva Edison for his wonderful invention.
We had no clue about what to do. I was pretty sure that I would be grilled like anything when my uncle is back at home after work. You know he had never beat me. But even at this age I would become emotional if he had said something harsh. So heat was on. In fact truly on !!
Nimeesh excused for 10 minutes. I made him swear that the 10 minutes would be exactly 10 minutes since I had not wanted to be alone for a single second, let alone 10 minutes. I started counting the seconds and immediately stopped the calculations. At that time 'idiot' in me had awaken and he had started his own calculations. One minute is equal to 60 seconds. Well, ' idiot' in me was not buying that thought. Whole world seems to believe that. Somebody had said it centuries back and we, the so called new generation humans still stick on with the old 60 seconds makes a minute!!! By the time ' idiot' in me decided not to do the invalid calculations to waste my energy. Ahem ahem.
I hate Maths too ! Who invented maths anyway???
But this time Nimeesh was before time and he seemed very happy. In no time he disclosed a bulb which was kept behind his hands.
I love Nimeesh. You know somehow he solves any given situation.
I didn't ask him from where he got the stuff. We were at the spot in a swift and fix the bulb and the lady who lost her bulb just a while ago seemed happy when she got it replaced.
We were happily home and proper explanation was given to my uncle as he asked for it. I was really happy to avoid a police case !!
I was never known at that time about the funny things which were going to happen in a short span. we all were having dinner. " Ting tong"... Calling bell rung twice. Something has flashed in my mind. I thought of Police coming in for arresting me though the bulb has been replaced properly. I had already registered the incident as an attack on public property in my mind, though the property was absolutely private !!
But it was Mr. Mohanan, Nimeesh's Dad and his mighty son the one and only Nimeesh. As they entered the drawing hall I tried asking something to Nimeesh with some eye contacts and facial expressions. He returned me some funny facial expressions which I could't decode and eventually apart form those funny expressions nothing has been communicated. Nimeesh's Dad started explaining the things and 'my dearest friend' looked really cool at that moment too. BRAVO !!
When he got back from his work he went to toilet. He noticed that the bulb in the toilet is not working. Naturally he thought that the bulb might have got damaged and came with a new bulb to replace the old one which he had changed recently, cursing the quality of the electric bulbs. He was shocked to find an empty holder where he had expected a damaged bulb. Then he had an investigation and Nimeesh told him the matter behind it. Such a brave guy no?. I love you man.
We all laughed like anything. Both my uncle and Nimmesh's Dad warned us to stay away from avoidable dangers and advised us to play safe.
From there we started play safe and haven't been caught by anyone for anything till date.
You know memories of olden days would often bring some tears in your eyes with a smile on your face. Whether it is a good one or a damn bad one.
I am proud to have a friend like Nimeesh.
Now that idiot is working with Indian Army guarding the country and this 'MEGA IDIOT' is writing things like this and cherishing the good old days.
Hope you all have a friend like Nimeesh.
Guess you find the stuff interesting.
Thanks for your time.
Sharath Muthirakkal
" Pick up stones no?, " Nimeesh yelled at me as I was staring at the bulb which was hung over. Poor guy thought that I was confused to what to do. But I was thinking like, "Was it there on yesterday, the bulb?, if yes how did we miss it?, we didn't waste a single second to shoot the stones at the target. One, two, three,..It became a competition with in seconds as we threw stones one after the other. When the stones in my hand got finished I bent down to pick up more.
" CLING".. I looked up,
It was the sound followed by a shower of broken glasses all over the places I could see. Oh man, he had hit the BULLS EYE !!.
"RUNNNNN"... Screamed Nimeesh. I was already running and we were truly in danger as we were clearly identified by few of the girls in our class, who were strolling back to home. Later only we came to know how the house owner lady could identify reach to us in minutes after the incident had happened.
We were really pissed off. I was nervous like hell and as usual Nimeesh started consolidating me. He bid me bye and made sure that he would be there in 10 minutes for a cricket match. My mind was not at all ready for a cricket match as it was still stuck at the thousands of glass pieces which I had seen pouring down few minutes back. I reached home and was having my tea. Somebody was calling my grandma's name in anger. It didn't require much of an intelligence to understand the situation outside.
Huh.. I hate Nimeesh!!!
Duffer didn't turn up!!
I was never known the house owner who kept the bulb in her own expense for the public benefit was our relative. Soon Grandma started scolding me like anything and that 'relative' left home after firing me for all the mess we had created and warned me to get ready for a police case if we had replaced the bulb before the evening. By the time the anger on Nimeesh was over flowing and it took no time for me to explain the lady that, it was not a 'solo performance' and there was one more culprit behind the scene. Unfortunately she was not in any mood to repeat the same drama she had just performed at Nimeesh's house also, and reminded me about the police case to rub the salt onto wounds.
Nimeesh came in as if he was hiding somewhere to make sure that the lady had left the scene. I pulled his collar out and scolded him like anything. And made him understand the seriousness of the situation. By the time his interest towards to have a cricket match had gone away and we started discussing about the replacement of the bulb. We haven't had any bucks with us to buy a bulb. That was the first time I cursed Mr.Thomas Alva Edison for his wonderful invention.
We had no clue about what to do. I was pretty sure that I would be grilled like anything when my uncle is back at home after work. You know he had never beat me. But even at this age I would become emotional if he had said something harsh. So heat was on. In fact truly on !!
Nimeesh excused for 10 minutes. I made him swear that the 10 minutes would be exactly 10 minutes since I had not wanted to be alone for a single second, let alone 10 minutes. I started counting the seconds and immediately stopped the calculations. At that time 'idiot' in me had awaken and he had started his own calculations. One minute is equal to 60 seconds. Well, ' idiot' in me was not buying that thought. Whole world seems to believe that. Somebody had said it centuries back and we, the so called new generation humans still stick on with the old 60 seconds makes a minute!!! By the time ' idiot' in me decided not to do the invalid calculations to waste my energy. Ahem ahem.
I hate Maths too ! Who invented maths anyway???
But this time Nimeesh was before time and he seemed very happy. In no time he disclosed a bulb which was kept behind his hands.
I love Nimeesh. You know somehow he solves any given situation.
I didn't ask him from where he got the stuff. We were at the spot in a swift and fix the bulb and the lady who lost her bulb just a while ago seemed happy when she got it replaced.
We were happily home and proper explanation was given to my uncle as he asked for it. I was really happy to avoid a police case !!
I was never known at that time about the funny things which were going to happen in a short span. we all were having dinner. " Ting tong"... Calling bell rung twice. Something has flashed in my mind. I thought of Police coming in for arresting me though the bulb has been replaced properly. I had already registered the incident as an attack on public property in my mind, though the property was absolutely private !!
But it was Mr. Mohanan, Nimeesh's Dad and his mighty son the one and only Nimeesh. As they entered the drawing hall I tried asking something to Nimeesh with some eye contacts and facial expressions. He returned me some funny facial expressions which I could't decode and eventually apart form those funny expressions nothing has been communicated. Nimeesh's Dad started explaining the things and 'my dearest friend' looked really cool at that moment too. BRAVO !!
When he got back from his work he went to toilet. He noticed that the bulb in the toilet is not working. Naturally he thought that the bulb might have got damaged and came with a new bulb to replace the old one which he had changed recently, cursing the quality of the electric bulbs. He was shocked to find an empty holder where he had expected a damaged bulb. Then he had an investigation and Nimeesh told him the matter behind it. Such a brave guy no?. I love you man.
We all laughed like anything. Both my uncle and Nimmesh's Dad warned us to stay away from avoidable dangers and advised us to play safe.
From there we started play safe and haven't been caught by anyone for anything till date.
You know memories of olden days would often bring some tears in your eyes with a smile on your face. Whether it is a good one or a damn bad one.
I am proud to have a friend like Nimeesh.
Now that idiot is working with Indian Army guarding the country and this 'MEGA IDIOT' is writing things like this and cherishing the good old days.
Hope you all have a friend like Nimeesh.
Guess you find the stuff interesting.
Thanks for your time.
Sharath Muthirakkal
