Thanks to my sprained ankle I had quite some of friends calling up to enquire about it. Thanks a ton guys! Now I know what to do if I need some attention :)! Jokes apart, it felt really good be fussed over (for a change).
One such all was from Bhophu.....and all the way from U.K ! He had called to enquire about my ankle (so sweet). And here I was thinking that he was only interested in my cooking :) !
Between spurts of giggling I described in great detail my near-brush with the truck and the Buddha-eshtyle landing, when he interrupted (quite rudely I believe), “How can you laugh over this matter? What if something more serious had transpired?”
“Well..... I could have broken an arm or leg. Worse I could have been killed. Just imagine the number of people who would be relieved” I answered (again) with a laugh.
I could have bitten off my tongue before I said these words. As soon as I uttered them, I regretted it. It was wrong.......wrong of me to have said that. But words, like curses, could not be withdrawn once uttered.
An agonizing silence of twenty seconds (combined with my futile attempts to grope for a suitable subject to talk about) later, Bhopu delivered his verdict, “I think it’s time you need a break. For God’s sake, why are you so harsh on yourself?”
Smiling a wry smile (thank God that it could not be seen), I half-mockingly answered, “Between life and me, I think I am a better joke. That’s why.”
What followed was a long discussion the details of which are too big to fit into this post.
However........the point is........
My sense of humour never fails to live up to its expectations.
And it’s a statement.
In this so far traversed road of life, some smooth, some full of pitfalls, I have managed to laugh over most of my bumpy rides.
And laugh really hard.
But no......because I feel that laughter is the best medicine. Once I laugh over it, I consider myself cured.