of morning walks and falls

it's been three months now, that i have started my morning walk routine....but the last 2 weeks have been somewhat "accidental".. :O

so, i started going on looonnnggg walks in the morning, since i am a morning person, and had become as fat as an American..

ok, not so much...but maybe...ok ok fine! more than this! :/

and i love going on walks alone...me, the music, and open roads....

but last week, a dog decided to block my path on the one-off occasion that i decided to get into a jog.  :|

i resembled Mr.Humpty the Dumpty, and had a nice big fall. :/

sprained my wrist, and hurt my palm....
oh! someone! give me Amrutanjan Balm!

aaaannnyyywaaayyyy.... this resulted in me not being able to type/write/eat with my right hand for 3 days :(

and today again! i had a big fall...this time, however, there was a twist to it...

i was walking along...minding my own business...climbing down the "hanuman tekdi"...when i saw a group of girls climbing up the hill...it was raining before, so the hill stones were a bit slippery...i was being extra careful and watching my step...

when this group of girls came near me, i stepped aside, to let them pass...but being teens, they were busy jumping and hopping around..

and the inevitable happened >>

and this one girl, fell ON ME. :/

now, normally i would take a girl falling for/on/around me / in love with me / falling over me...etc...as a good thing...

(what? it DOES happen ok! girls DO fall FOR me....ok a few have...ok FINE 1 girl fell for me....ok FINE FINE FINE! fell for my online avatar which is a beefy hunk 6 ft tall and highly charismatic etc)

but this time, she fell on me, and i fell down on my tush. my sweet soft tush! :(

aaannnnddd i feared the worst...

you see, teens have a thing against me...it's a plot really...believe me i know you guys do it on purpose!

what plot you ask? 

they call me UNCLE. X(

i mean seriously! i have a mustache and the occasional beard is also kept...but by no angle do i look like anyone's UNCLE. :|

So i closed my eyes, and waited for the worse to come..

i feared those words...

i anticipated another moment of agony...

i could already hear it in my head...

shortly i couldn't take it any longer and opened my ears to hear what i did not want to hear...

What would she call me? she would definitely call me Uncle. or Bhaiyya at best. god dammit why was i not careful...why did i not move farther from that group of girls...

as all these questions ran in my mind...

i heard the sweetest voice say...

"dude! i am so sorry! are you ok? sorry man!"

DUDE!

MAN!

i am no longer an uncle! :D

girls actually think i am a "dude"!!

i suddenly felt handsome! i felt hot! i felt attractive! i felt...i felt...i felt...ecstatic! :D

of course , the happiness was short-lived, when she called her girl-friends "dude" too. :|

so apparently everyone is a dude. :/

everyone is a camel penis. :/

(check out webster's definition of "dude")

but at least for now, i shall assume that she called me dude for the sheer dude-ness dripping off of me...

for the rugged handsomeness that embodies my persona...

the inexplicable attraction she felt towards me...

etc...etc...

enough self-bloating eh? :D :P

and now here i am, nursing a smarting tush...that refuses to join the rest of my body in celebration of dude-ness... :/

until next time...

ciao bloggerz! :D