There was a flutter this morning regarding the sudden disappearance of Rs.800/-, kept at the open shelf in the dining hall, to pay the guys who were to supply the LPG refill that had long fallen overdue.
Lekha'd placed the money, along with a xerox of her 'Aadhaar card', in a used white envelop so that it could be handed over to the 'gas man' as and when he'd come. This was to avoid last minute panic and running around for the papers, even an unwanted clambering up the stairs. No amount of searches yielded the desired results. She'd inquired of me as to whether I'd seen it to which my answer was a firm 'nyet'.
The next step was to see as to who all were the outsiders who'd have moved around the house since Sunday because she'd positively seen the cover that day. The only two names that got tossed up were my younger uncle's and that of Lekha's faithful assistant. There wasn't any reason to doubt the two and the riddle continued to get murkier!
Lekha's assistant was touched to the quick, offering an enticing offering to 'Guruvayoorappan' for tracing the lost booty(?). Due to an utter bankruptcy of thought and to abandon further searches, she'd opened up the dry waste basket and lo and behold, there was a torn cover with the money neatly folded and completely intact within it, which she handed over to her 'memsaab'.
Naturally, Lekha had to confront me because mom wouldn't do such a thing. And then the past unraveled by itself. Yesterday, in a sudden fit of spring cleaning, I'd cleared up the small clutter of papers on the shelf and I'd noticed the white cover which had my scribbling about an information that was passed on to me over the telephone, quite some time back. I must confess that I've this habit of scribbling down 'hot' information on anything that comes in hand only to forget about the same, when it's required most urgently. In this case the info had been used and therefore, I'd torn up the cover and tossed it into the waste paper basket without bothering to look at the contents!
I've lost important information in the past too, thanks to this callousness of mine.
I could only tender a helpless look at Lekha over the faux pas!
Tailpiece.
Saw the MLAs, who'd created a ruckus in the state's Assembly last Friday, being given great home comings at the railway stations of their respective home towns. The crowds obviously brought in by their parties and well wishers gave each of the five 'temporarily suspended' lawmakers a rousing welcome. The guys returned the felicitations with their fiery oratory!
By doing so were they trying to justify their inexcusable actions, I wonder? How do they satisfy their inner voice when they're by themselves?
Lekha'd placed the money, along with a xerox of her 'Aadhaar card', in a used white envelop so that it could be handed over to the 'gas man' as and when he'd come. This was to avoid last minute panic and running around for the papers, even an unwanted clambering up the stairs. No amount of searches yielded the desired results. She'd inquired of me as to whether I'd seen it to which my answer was a firm 'nyet'.
The next step was to see as to who all were the outsiders who'd have moved around the house since Sunday because she'd positively seen the cover that day. The only two names that got tossed up were my younger uncle's and that of Lekha's faithful assistant. There wasn't any reason to doubt the two and the riddle continued to get murkier!
Lekha's assistant was touched to the quick, offering an enticing offering to 'Guruvayoorappan' for tracing the lost booty(?). Due to an utter bankruptcy of thought and to abandon further searches, she'd opened up the dry waste basket and lo and behold, there was a torn cover with the money neatly folded and completely intact within it, which she handed over to her 'memsaab'.
Naturally, Lekha had to confront me because mom wouldn't do such a thing. And then the past unraveled by itself. Yesterday, in a sudden fit of spring cleaning, I'd cleared up the small clutter of papers on the shelf and I'd noticed the white cover which had my scribbling about an information that was passed on to me over the telephone, quite some time back. I must confess that I've this habit of scribbling down 'hot' information on anything that comes in hand only to forget about the same, when it's required most urgently. In this case the info had been used and therefore, I'd torn up the cover and tossed it into the waste paper basket without bothering to look at the contents!
I've lost important information in the past too, thanks to this callousness of mine.
I could only tender a helpless look at Lekha over the faux pas!
Tailpiece.
Saw the MLAs, who'd created a ruckus in the state's Assembly last Friday, being given great home comings at the railway stations of their respective home towns. The crowds obviously brought in by their parties and well wishers gave each of the five 'temporarily suspended' lawmakers a rousing welcome. The guys returned the felicitations with their fiery oratory!
By doing so were they trying to justify their inexcusable actions, I wonder? How do they satisfy their inner voice when they're by themselves?
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