Saturday, March 28, 2009

Miss Misfortune Part2

Didn’t I always confess I am miss misfortune? One more amusingly unfortunate incident to prove it...
If the movie “confessions of a shopaholic” was ever produced, it must have been conceptualized with yours truly in mind... Breezy and an overcast Saturday evening, I had been shopping for over an hour at the ever infamous sarojini nagar market for nightwear, because this is one place where you get inexpensive rugged body friendly fabrics, sculpted into comfortable ensembles, at rock bottom prices, and being a single woman, with no man to glare at me and my humble self, while I sleep, I prefer unflattering, cheap yet stress free prêt night wear, how much ever I might flaunt my figure in expensive designer stuff while strutting in parties!

Suddenly I feel a drop go plop on my head. It’s about to rain. No way! I was not going to let a light drizzle to play wet blanket with my plans to go full swing on a fruit diet. So, despite the skies crying out a desolate warning, I make a desperate attempt to purchase some really sumptuous fresh fruit, Only to be almost caught in a downpour…

But then, I am “vandy” nothing can get the better of me, I rejoiced; not time, destiny or even nature! That’s why, before the gods above burst the tankers, I was safely inside my tiny buggy, snug with my purchases, and lit the ignition and reversed the vehicle, which was parked on the top of a sidewalk near the apartments.
Alas! As mum always said,” Are you happy honey?? Don’t worry you will soon get over it”! Blinded by the sudden cloudburst, the left hand side tyre flies off the twelve inch high concrete and is left spinning in the air with the rod, connecting the set of the two front tyres, landing with a devilish conspiracy, that the duo [the tyres I mean] had hatched against me, on the pavement and the car balancing to save its precious life!

Now what? Visibility is next to zero, it’s late in the night, and hardly a soul around. After debating, and relentlessly trying my level best to reverse or move the car forward, the only outcome was, the stubborn wheel, I mean the tyre, spun, churned, whipped up some fresh creamy wet mud and gyrated, disobediently in the air, as if to mock me and sing in chorus,”you took us for a ride girl, now we spin u around!” with the car not budging a centimeter.

Then, just out of nowhere a man in a wagon r, notices, slows down, observes, and…just passes by, wiping off the optimistic smile on my countenance.
But no, he stops just behind me, parks and walks up in the deluge and volunteers to the damsel in distress.
Now it was my turn to scoff at the wheels! Ha! You two nincompoops! The Gods are watching me. See? He launched his messenger [!] to take care of me!

In no time the quick witted man had formulated an arrangement, propped up the wicked wheel on bricks, created a slant, reversed my car, handed me my keys tipped his hat, oops! Sorry no there was no hat there I do get carried away into the Victorian era at times such as these! With me thanking him profusely for turning into my knight in shining armour, we exchanged smiles and were on our way!
Where?? To our individual destinations of course!
With me, drenched to the bone, yet happily spinning through the torrent, humming, and “raindrops keep falling on my head! And nothing can get me down!!”


  1. Hey Vandy........must say....ur blog is as lively s u are.....kudos for sharing it sweetheart....and well i really wish next tym u get stuck in any miss fortune.....the messenger aka knight in shining armour turns out to b prince of ur lyf... :P so that we can witness a typical filmi ishtyle love story

  2. sigh...aisa sirf filmon meinhota hai, mer jaan tachko!!:):)
    meri zindagi mein nai!!kyan karen hum sab black n white fantasy era mein stuck hain!! lolz!!

  3. a nice post again sis!
    I think I have heard you narrating this incident too in your show once! in reply while reading a mail by nikhil where he was telling about some uncle helping him after lose of purse in delhi metro station... may be my memory might lie! but just a faint rememberance! anyways! decent post again!
    one advice from my end to you... "you try new things everyday, visit new places every week, meet new people every day... writing a blog for someone having a life like urs can be an easy task! u just have to peep in minds of people like me and khushi and think a split as to what we would like to hear from you... perhaps some of ur stage experiences or musical learnings or AIR goofs or anything might work in favor of ur immense popularity throught this page too... give it a thought!~
    just an advice from ur lil bro!
    love u sis!


  4. no dear this incident happend only on 29th saturday its the latest:) not old at all,.u r getting confused
    n thanx 4 ur advuse ..i already do that always..u 4 getting that's what i taught my students in designing:)
    what i am writing right now too are real experiences:) not madeup..
    but thanx a ton:) god bless:)keep rocking

  5. Hi Vandana,

    The narration of the incident was awesome. You should consider "writing" professionally. That wud b another feather to your already illustrious multifaceted personality.
    .... Sunny Wadhawan (does my name rings any High profile bells??)

  6. oooh sunny wadhawan!!i dooo remember the name...face wellllll.:) well i hav an offer to compile all these funny incidents n publish a book..not considered seriously...:) will do so!! where r u??

  7. well sunny u can get in tchon

  8. I am so glad you remember my name atleast.... I feel "honoured" by your remembrance and recollection. Please check out yr mail at rediff. and you'd be able to place me better.
    I stll remember quite vividly yr writing skills years back, but it's a pleasent site to notice that you have perfected it and honed it so well that now its at par with the top writers.... believe me and get on with the publication.... m very much in Delhi at mobile no:9990008611. and email:
    Sunny Wadhawan