Cursed! Again and again…

…and again!! I don’t know which side of the bed I woke up yesterday, but I’m never going to do it again, hopefully! My day wasn’t all that bad, actually, but for some reason or the other, I got cursed seven times!! Seven different people in seven different situations cursed me with some unspeakable pejoratives! There was a movie, where someone asks, “If you are called a jerk seven times, do you actually become a jerk?”

If the answer to this question is true, then I don’t know what I’ve become now!! Here’re the situations, as best as I can remember them, and I’ll let you decide whether I deserved all the colorful language hurled at me.

1. Late afternoon, I was riding my bike in heavy traffic and singing a romantic song, thinking of my girlfriend, and gleefully unaware of the honking and tensions all around, when all of a sudden, a lunatic auto rickshaw careened out of the corner and scraped my front fender. I’m not a person who loses his temper, and as long as I’m not hurt or my wallet is not hurt (read as, bike screwed) I don’t care. So, I just whipped out my middle finger at the auto driver and continued my singing. This guy, I don’t know why, he popped his head out the vehicle and screamed, “Ninakkan!” and drove off. This word, in my language, has something to do with elder sisters and incest. I don’t have an elder sister, but still, I was kind of annoyed. I hadn’t raised my voice, only my finger, and I don’t think I deserved this insult!!

2. The second incident occurred when I was walking down the road from my office, with a breath mint in my mouth. I was rolling the piece of mint in my tongue, when I passed a mother and her small girl walk past me. Just then, my tongue made a smacking sort of a noise because of the piece of candy, which the mother mistook for something else. She turned around and glared at me and called me a pervert! I knew there was no point trying to reconcile. I just shrugged and moved on.

3, 4, 5. The next three instances happened almost simultaneously. I was in my friend’s place in the evening, watching the cricket match and munching some peanuts, when three of my other friends walked in. They said the following things to me:
Friend 1: “Hey asshole! How’s it hanging?”
Friend 2: “You bastard! How’re you man!?”
Friend 3: “Fucking moron! Long time no see!!”

6. Just when I was about to sigh and resign to my fate of being cursed all day long, there was an ad running on TV, which screamed out, “Nikhil’s a loser!” I mean, why couldn’t the ad feature some other name? If they wanted to portray a loser, then why choose a name like Nikhil?? Not fair!! 😦

7. Lastly, when I realized that my day had been extremely weird and that I’d been cursed enough number of times, things just got worse. While driving back home from my friend’s place, late at night, I was whistling to myself, when I stopped at a red light. I was still whistling, when I heard a scream of anger from next to me. There was a couple on a bike, the man driving and the woman sitting behind him, and both of them glaring at me and the guy was about to take his helmet off. He said, “You pervert! Stop eying my girl!”

I lost my temper a bit. Just a bit. I was about to open my mouth to retort when the lights changed and the guy flipped a finger at me and drove off at full speed.

I started thinking on my way back, that maybe its not a good idea to sing or whistle when driving. Maybe its something else altogether.Β  I don’t know. I’ve been wronged and I demand justice!! πŸ˜€

Published by Nikhil

Nikhil Kumar lives in Bangalore with his wife and their stuffed dog. They are both advertising professionals and lead very exciting lives on the streets, dodging traffic. Their fridge is filled with cans of Diet Coke and their water heater doesn't work. He doesn't smoke (up) anymore.

24 thoughts on “Cursed! Again and again…

  1. you serious this happened to u? i mean that s really stupid and hilarious. i might be a sadist, but hell, who the hell is not. lol.

  2. Hey Yaake. Its not your fault. I don’t blame you. Its just you can’t change your looks!! πŸ˜› If you look as a tapori then what you can do? People just take it granted that you must be up tp spmething. πŸ˜‰ Instead ask your mum, she well tell how sweet you look. πŸ˜€


    P.S. The joke about not having sister <- I didn’t like it man, really.

  3. @Radhesh
    Lol… if only I had special powers like him! πŸ˜€

    Gee Thanks you sadist!! πŸ˜€

    How did you know I was a tapori!? πŸ˜€

    Sure man, go ahead and use it.. Lemme know when it appears in print! πŸ˜€

  4. No whistling, biking, or eating of mints in public, no looking, no appearing to friends you haven’t seen. It’s frustrating when our innocent actions are misinterpreted. Wars have been started over similar moments of miscommunication.

    I would have given the finger to the driver too.

    A tragicomedy in seven acts.

  5. @mariacristina
    hehehe… I know! From now on, I’ll stick to one – either a tragedy or a comedy… no more whistling, no more biking, no more mints!! I promise! πŸ˜€

  6. You are too funny my friend… Hope tomorrow will be better…

    don’t stop whistling or singing… it was just bad timing and coincidences… either way, it made for a pretty funny read… at your expense.:D

  7. @enreal
    Thanks πŸ™‚
    Tomorrow WAS a lot better..!! hehe… and trust me, that was one embarrassing day! πŸ˜€

    Yup! It does!! If only we could have that strange haunting tune to go along with! πŸ˜€

    Thanks man!! I love tags!! πŸ˜€

  8. Nikhil, good one! and its a pity tht i m calling it a good one, whereas ethically i should be sympathizing!! … sarcasm thy nature!!

  9. @deepsm25
    I feel the same way!! Sigh… πŸ™‚

    hehehe… I guess so! πŸ™‚

    Me too!! Very embarassing day it was…

  10. So…The thing with which u started the day with, you got it back in the end,assuming the finger the guy flipped was the middle one? πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

  11. Little things we do end up coming back to us. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜›

    P.S. “I DONT dislike u”..shall i make this my signature?

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