With people like Narendra Modi around, today we can’t help having that feeling of a Hindu or Muslim or Christian. They keep on reminding us through every word and action. Even if we don’t accept a label, they will try to inflict it upon us.

Without these people, assume how fruitful life would have been? I can remember an honest incident to take your attention for granted; an incident which taught us that you are not a Hindu nor a Christian but a human being.

Like every other Sunday, we had to go to church on this particular Sunday too. The kids had to reach the church early. The purpose of going so early was to attend the Sunday School, spirituality classes meant for the parish kids.

But we never.

What we went for was to attend another spiritual feast, namely Ramayana, a tele-serial used to be aired those days, exactly at the time of our Sunday School classes. Just beneath the church was this house, where we flocked to watch the serial.

Once the serial was over, we stepped in the Church.

Ohh… awaiting our arrival, there was someone standing in front of the Church, the priest, Father John. He had a stick in hand.

“Where were you? “

“There.” Our hands showed the house.

“Doing what?”

“Watching Ramayana”

“Then tell me who took the Ring as Keepsake of Sita and went to Lanka to console her?”

“Hmmm Hanuman”

“Good. Now go to Church.” He left the stick on the ground.

At the end of the Holy Mass, he asked all the kids to stand up. Then he told to the parents that from the coming Sunday onwards Sunday School would be one hour later after the serial got over.

Simple fun can bring serious danger. Listen to what had happened to my brother and sister when they were as young as flower buds.

On the terrace, I was helping my mother to dry her sari. Standing apart from each other, we held the sari just like in a tug-of-war. This is how we straighten the curved parts of the sari.

During this time, my sister came on to the fore followed by her ever-haunting brother. Playing ‘Police and Thief’ they were in no mood to look at what we were doing. The sari was kept against the little girl and she came backwards just to get entrapped in the sari and then fall backwards. There was no blockage to stop her and she fell down from the terrace to a depth of 30 feet.

The moments we took to regain the breaths can’t just be expressed through these words. The only sister, so small and pretty, but all seemed like a bad riddle.

In the meantime, some of the elders could nab the culprit, the mischievous boy, who was standing like a busted vase. One of them caught hold of him and awarded him with punishments.

He couldn’t just stand his emotions. He ran towards the canal flowing nearby. He wanted to end his life. A life without his sister was too unthinkable.

Manju, an elder sister of mine could act her nerves, and she grabbed the boy from jumping into the terrifying canal.

Fortune again felt mercy towards us, and the little girl was safe in the fluffy sand without an injury. [Though now she is rather injurious):]

Even today, this incident haunts us, but rather like a melodrama acted by two beloved actors the hero VINOD and the heroine PRABHA.

It’s too late to talk about Sreejith, one of my good friends. As he is a 3D animator, we’ve shortened his name to 3G.

He is a known figure among us for his natural blunders. Blessed with a lot of forgetfulness, he keeps on going and jumping into a lot of funny incidents, which regularly get us a laugh every time we gather.

I can’t help telling you one such incident, which constantly haunts me and makes me laugh and then cry due to laughter.

The day he had lost a rain jacket, I had asked him to take care of his belongings more carefully. But the next week, he again lost the new umbrella!

Since he was my roommate, I couldn’t help asking him where the umbrella was. He had no answers but a few doubts on how he would have lost it.

It could be in the crowded bus, as he would have kept it loose in hands while snoozing. Or it could be in the office as someone else could have taken it. It could be even at the railway station, while struggling to get into the second class compartment. He had no clear idea.

As usual, we went on teasing him.

A few weeks later, he came back with a little aggression on his face.

Uncompromisingly he said, “You dogs, I have got the umbrella back, it was in my bag itself… see it’s here….”

Laughter is now prohibited in my premises.

Lately I have discovered that Internet wouldn’t be that slow in my office, but could be too fast that it must have reached even beyond the current website and now trying to coming back!

Though the sites do not open as and when needed, this type of an observation should throw some relief to me.

Dear system administrator, are you listening?