3 multiplied by 2 is 6
3 multiplied by 2 is 6
3 multiplied by 2 is 6
3 multiplied by 2 is 6
*Next Day*
Teacher asks,"What's three multiplied by two?"
I think- 'Ah! I've read this yesterday. I know the answer' *raises hand*
"Yes, Guhan. Tell the answer" teacher says.
"8" (Damn)
This is how it is. I am such an absent-minded freak. Since my childhood days, I've never been so good in remembering things. I forget some small things then and there, the moment when someone tells me "Don't forget, okay?". It has become a tradition within me. If I want to make it clear for you, lemme tell you a small example (That's a big one). Yeah, a big example.
This happened last year while I was in my first semester in the Agricultural College. As you know, I was in a rental home all by myself alone in a 8-families-already-there Apartment. I was the only bachelor and Student there. That's not important here. I owned a cycle which was a Hercules (Does this word remind you of any game that you played in your childhood?) Turbodrive. My brother's cycle, to be accurate. This cycle was bought by us when we were in Dharmapuri. Since my school was in a walkable distance, I didn't use much of the cycle. (Dude, tell them the real reason for why you don't take cycle to school). Okay, actually the walkable distance thing that I told you isn't real. Even though the school is at a walkable distance, I was willing to go by the so called, petrol-less Two-wheeler. I go to school, you know, very early in the morning during the first few months. I would have to park the cycle in the first line in a shed. Then the students who come afterwards park behind and behind forming more than 5 very-close lines behind my cycle. When the school ends, I come down and I struggle like a monster to get the cycle out from the first line. I should carry it all the way from the first line in a small gap that is available for walking. I take the cycle with a hope that I don't have to work much. But if I have to lift the cycle, then I don't wanna take cycle to school then. The time I take to get the cycle out is more than the time required for me to just walk back home.
I think, I am spending more time in telling stories, that is unrelated to the topic that I am actually gonna tell. Yes, the cycle. When I was in that apartment, I used to park the cycle inside the apartment where other people, too, park their vehicles. In my first semester my Thursday's routine began by 10.30. So, that day was like heaven for me. With me slowly getting up and getting ready. The Sunday-like feel. I always start to college 15 minutes earlier. That day was no exception. I, ran down the stairs exactly before 15 minutes and I looked for my cycle and Booyah, the cycle's place was occupied with Emptiness. I was shocked and shocked. I had no idea where it could've gone. I didn't tell anyone and I ran outside. And I was relieved after seeing my cycle in a parotta shop named the "Moorthy Cafe"- the best in town. I, had my dinners there sometimes. And I found that my cycle was inside that shop. The shop-owners had taken the cycle and kept it safe. I went to a guy who was sitting in that shop and told him that I had forgotten to take the cycle back.
He said, "Were you drunk yesterday?" and I gave the obvious reply 'No' and after some talk he said that he'd give it back only if the owner says so. He had this evil look on his eye which I didn't understand at first.
My decision should be quick. I need to be in class in ten minutes. I could've easily bunked that day. Since that being my first year of college, I was so fearing the Attendance. But that year was the only year that was easy. Second half of my first year- the faculty became very hard on the Attendance. So, I lost the 'liberty of taking leave' (is this correct?) then. All I could do was catch an auto-rickshaw and paid him a bulk and then I reached college at time. I thought I can just go to the shop that evening and gain access to the cycle very easily. But as I say every time, fate has its own style of acting ( but I say this differently every time, don't I?). I sat through all freaking-classes that day including a Mathematics class (Feel my feel?). I returned to my room. I think I walked back. Anyway, that doesn't matter. The shop was wide-open and the person whom I asked for the cycle this morning was sitting at the reception. No, it's not called reception. The place where the person gets the bills paid and the receives change from the person sitting there. That was the person who I saw this morning. Now, you can get what I am saying, right?
When I got to the shop, he said, "How can we believe that this is your cycle?"
I was shocked. I replied, "I have the cycle key."
"So, just because you have the cycle key doesn't make you the owner now, will it?"
That bastard was behaving like I was someone who was false claiming. He made up a small story so fast. he said," Yesterday you came along with a guy. I think you two were drunk. The cycle is the one that belongs to the other guy." What kind of story is that? Was he expecting me to show my RC book and Insurance papers to prove that it was my cycle. His words meant completely nothing. He was being ridiculous. And even before speaking further, he said : I think you are not at the owner of this cycle. Someone has told you that there is a cycle standing here and you make plans on acquiring it and you come here claiming for it. Isn't that true?
I replied," Why would I come claiming for something that isn't even mine?" Then after much of arguement with him and the real owner, the problem came to an end. The owner was such a nice guy. He said that it was a big risk of vehicles being parked there. He also told that problems may arise from the cops' side. Finally he asked me to show my ID card. The ID card was not yet provided and so I showed him a copy of my admission thingies and my twelfth hall ticket ( which none will show as a proof. I was tonsured in that picture. He he). After a long time, just standing there staring at them while they are interrogating me like I am an Murdered, I got my possession back.
Pretty interesting, na? I think I've put more of text which can make this boring to some people. Well, it actually is boring to most of the people.
This kinda serves as an example for my Absent-minded nature.
But a single week later, I again parked it in front of another hotel and guess what I did this time? I went home for the weekend. For three days, it was in the possession of that hotel owner. After I returned to the room, this time I complained to the House owner and said,"I clearly remember, I parked it inside when I left for home." The owner got angry and he shouted at the Security. Poor guy, security. Became the victim for my mistake. And this time, I took all my proofs [:)] and went to that hotel to get that cycle back. All the Cashier boy (Cashier guy! This was what I was trying to tell in the third big paragraph where I was telling the bills getting paid and all that crap) said was, "if you got the key, take it". It was as simple as that. Why couldn't the person in that previous hotel tell something like this? And this hotel had my cycle for more than 3 and a half days. But there, it was just one night and they are turned into Interrogating-Monsters.
My mom just reminded me of the third time of losing. After I moved out of that house and moved in to my friends' room, I had it parked it inside our home. It took place several days after moving in. I usually don't lock the cycle when it is in my home. We have a gate. So, I thought none would come in and try to steal that. But unfortunately on a day when no one expected anything to happen, my cycle was stolen. Me and my friends totally owned 4 cycles. The previous night the four cycles were unlocked and the option selected by the Robber was "Mine". Yay! I am so happy for my friends. Well, past is past. I bought a new cycle. It suits my colour. Black. Miss the old cycle so much. It was the best. Many friends have told that they have never seen such a nicely maintained cycle. Irony. They said, "You can lose anything for this" Lost it.
Well, this is how I lost the cycle not once. Not twice. But thrice.
This is Guhan saying "Guhan will be back" riding a cycle. Tring-tring. (That's the bell. Move for Christ's sake)
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