My sis buzzed me, the other day, while I was having dinner. She told me that mom wants to video chat with my kiddo. I assured my sis that I will go online once I am finished with my dinner.
One thing led to another, and it completely wiped out from my memory that I was expected online. What’s worse, I didn't even recall it until mom reminded me the next day when I called her. She told me that she waited for a long time. I was helplessly overridden with guilt.
My sis called it absent mindedness. I termed it preoccupation. That incident bugged me a lot. How could I not keep track of what had happened just 5 minutes ago? Can’t I survive without my lists and reminders?
One thing led to another, and it completely wiped out from my memory that I was expected online. What’s worse, I didn't even recall it until mom reminded me the next day when I called her. She told me that she waited for a long time. I was helplessly overridden with guilt.
My sis called it absent mindedness. I termed it preoccupation. That incident bugged me a lot. How could I not keep track of what had happened just 5 minutes ago? Can’t I survive without my lists and reminders?
It haunted me, that night, in my dreams too.
My flight to, err somewhere, returned back and landed just 5
minutes after takeoff, to desert me back at the airport. The captain of the
plane had received signal from the ground that a certain passenger was flying
in that flight without a valid visa to enter destination!!
Now, that’s expensive - to be thrown out of a flight. It’s time
to write reminders on my body, a la Aamir Khan from the movie Ghajini.
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