Some pick their nose, some can’t help but adjust their hair moment they see a mirror or a glass, some have to keep clearing their throat, some can’t live without useless fillers such as ‘infact’ ‘actually’ ‘emmm, Ya, but’ and so on, some can’t resist continuously cleaning and wiping their mobile, wrist-watch or glasses, some can’t help but scratch, fidget or blink. I can’t help but check half a dozen times if the padlock is locked properly.
I was supposed to pick up a friend of mine this afternoon and I was late. Rushed out of house and was locking my apartment. I kept my helmet and bike keys aside and was putting the padlock on. Turned the key and pressed the lock. Done. Emmm, not really. Had to check a couple of times before stepping out of complex.
I counted One, two, three. “Emm, yeah it is locked.” Take a couple of steps to left and I feel, I should probably check it once more because I’m going to be gone for like a whole day. I repeat the drill. And just as I’m supposed to scoot, my friends calls up to tell me he’ll be late. While on the phone, I manage to catch glimpses of these fellas across the building, sitting on chairs with legs on the railing- literally laughing at me.
I didn’t know how to react so I opened the lock again and darted inside. Huhhh….I was probably insanely angry and wanted to shout back at them and in a second I realized, I was the one to blame. It was embarrassing enough to imagine see someone jerk the padlock thrice to see if it was locked or not. I completely understood the reason behind the heart-full laugh those guys just had.
I killed half an hour and it was time to leave. I got out of the apartment. I could still see those dear onlookers across the building. Probably, there was an addition of a couple to the total. I had decided, turn the key, press the lock and scoot. Scoot like a thief. I did exactly so. And guess what, as I rushed to get down the staircase, I hear applaud. And just as I turned to get down the stairs, I received a standing ovation.
“Cheeky, smart bastards,” is what I must have gritted. But out came an embarrassed awkward grin.
Thinking bout it now, am still grinning, probably a lil more comfortably.
Well these are imperfections which make us humans. Just like the others, just like the ones across the building, across the road, across the globe. They put us into situations we don’t know how to react or handle. These things embarrass us but more often than not at our cost a dozen people smile, laugh and giggle.
I don’t remember my tenth grade marks. I don’t remember my first salary. In few years, I won’t remember how it felt to receive first promotion, but these incidences caused due to the imperfections are the ones that probably most of us are going to remember over a long time.
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