We'd an invite to an engagement ceremony at Aluva, this morning. The venue was a temple's auditorium smack in the middle of the town and the way to the venue was carefully jotted down - the traffic snarls of Aluva are legendary, notwithstanding the fact that it was a Sunday!
And as luck would have it, it poured as we'd begun our onward journey. On such occasions, I tend to forget many things essential and slowly realise my follies on commencement of the event - making it look very, very conspiratorial! And the first mistake was that I'd forgotten to put an umbrella into the car - hoped like mad that the rains would stop by the time we reached the venue as it was about 15 kms away. Secondly, for no particular reason, we'd decided to leave Lekha's cellphone at home as no important calls were expected, after having made the mandatory ones earlier! But that was the second faux pas - all the important numbers, including that of the hosts, was on that phone while mine was blank as my service provider had replaced the original 'SIM card' with a duplicate one, just the other day.
The ongoing work on the Kochi Metro necessitated detours, upsetting the carefully drawn out route, but we could reach the venue after seeking help from a gentleman, towards the final lap. What I saw at the parking space was something that I hadn't envisaged - the adjacent school's playground, that was used for the purpose, was slushy with quite a few vehicles getting bogged down, fraying tempers though the rains had thankfully stopped. After having dropped Lekha at a dry spot to prevent her delay any further, I'd done a few intricate maneuvers to find a passable parking slot but walking through slush made it an uncomfortable experience. But a comedy was soon to follow, perhaps, to lighten the charged atmosphere crafted by none other than the 'Master Scriptwriter'!
I'd entered the venue where the ceremony seemed to have just concluded and seeing me trooping in, I was
escorted to the dais to meet with the couple. I'd noticed two things as I made way through the rows and rows of people watching the proceedings - there seemed to be none neither among the audience nor on the dais whom I could recognise and secondly, the couple stood garlanded and decked as though it was a wedding. And sure enough, it was and it had dawned on your's truly - after all, a recurring 'tube light' phenomenon - that he'd made his grand entry(?) into a wrong function indeed. Hiding my sheepishness to the extent feasible, I'd explained the situation to the people at the dais, blessed the couple and made a hasty retreat to the 'right' function. Phew! Never before had I been so embarrassed!!
Earlier, Lekha'd also gone through a similar experience but had realised her folly well in time to avoid any major embarrassment! And in the hurry, she was in possession of my cellphone.
Tailpiece.
Life, indeed, is a comedy of errors!
And Ammu and Rahul are gonna wed in mid Jan '14.
And as luck would have it, it poured as we'd begun our onward journey. On such occasions, I tend to forget many things essential and slowly realise my follies on commencement of the event - making it look very, very conspiratorial! And the first mistake was that I'd forgotten to put an umbrella into the car - hoped like mad that the rains would stop by the time we reached the venue as it was about 15 kms away. Secondly, for no particular reason, we'd decided to leave Lekha's cellphone at home as no important calls were expected, after having made the mandatory ones earlier! But that was the second faux pas - all the important numbers, including that of the hosts, was on that phone while mine was blank as my service provider had replaced the original 'SIM card' with a duplicate one, just the other day.
The ongoing work on the Kochi Metro necessitated detours, upsetting the carefully drawn out route, but we could reach the venue after seeking help from a gentleman, towards the final lap. What I saw at the parking space was something that I hadn't envisaged - the adjacent school's playground, that was used for the purpose, was slushy with quite a few vehicles getting bogged down, fraying tempers though the rains had thankfully stopped. After having dropped Lekha at a dry spot to prevent her delay any further, I'd done a few intricate maneuvers to find a passable parking slot but walking through slush made it an uncomfortable experience. But a comedy was soon to follow, perhaps, to lighten the charged atmosphere crafted by none other than the 'Master Scriptwriter'!
I'd entered the venue where the ceremony seemed to have just concluded and seeing me trooping in, I was
escorted to the dais to meet with the couple. I'd noticed two things as I made way through the rows and rows of people watching the proceedings - there seemed to be none neither among the audience nor on the dais whom I could recognise and secondly, the couple stood garlanded and decked as though it was a wedding. And sure enough, it was and it had dawned on your's truly - after all, a recurring 'tube light' phenomenon - that he'd made his grand entry(?) into a wrong function indeed. Hiding my sheepishness to the extent feasible, I'd explained the situation to the people at the dais, blessed the couple and made a hasty retreat to the 'right' function. Phew! Never before had I been so embarrassed!!
Earlier, Lekha'd also gone through a similar experience but had realised her folly well in time to avoid any major embarrassment! And in the hurry, she was in possession of my cellphone.
Tailpiece.
Life, indeed, is a comedy of errors!
And Ammu and Rahul are gonna wed in mid Jan '14.
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