Something happened this afternoon that the BF simply insists I post about.
After this particular post (http://momofrs.wordpress.com/2012/08/24/the-just-married-please-excuse-contest/), he’s been a little grouchy that I brought up his less-than-chivalric “Arre pakdo” moment. Its a different matter that the grouchiness is erased every time he gets the image of me hurtling towards doom, all flailing arms and legs, with a large sling-bag and a camera around my neck and my phone in my hand. He’s been busy grinning each time a comment to that post appears on his blackberry :).
Anyhow, like I said before, he insisted that I do a post on this afternoon’s occurrence, just so that he feels vindicated of his ‘moment’.
So this is what happened.
Post lunch in the office cafeteria (on the 7th floor), I took the stairs to reach my floor (the 2nd). After practically running down nearly 4 and a half floors, I slowed down as I had a qucik flash of memory regarding the BF’s friend, who, in his hurry to rush down the stairs, slipped, fell and cracked a vertebra. The sad memory slowed me down considerably and I took a cool stroll down the last stretch. While I was on the second last step, the stairwell door opened and two guys came out. I looked up to see who they were and in that moment, forgot all about the last step, missed it, twisted my ankle and fell headlong on the landing :)
As I gasped for breath through the horrible pain, the bitter irony of my situation struck hard and I gurgled with laughter. As I gasped in pain and still laughed, the two gents standing at the door got rather uncomfortable. They tried offering help, asking me if I could stand up and walk…I giggled that I could and they beat a hasty exit from there. It was quite some time before I finally mustered the courage to drag myself through the workhall door and to my cubicle. Funny thing is , I was still laughing when I reached my cubicle! To think that I was careful NOT to hurt myself on the stairs and did just that within seconds was vastly amusing :D .
I made a quick call to the BF and explained my predicament.
“I fell down the stairs”, I quipped.
“Wasn’t there anyone around to yell, ‘arre pakdo’?”, he quipped back.
“What the hell?? I fell down and hurt my ankle. Show some concern”.
“Well, first do a post and let people know that you have a tendency to fall off stairs”.
“Think about it. Will check your blog shortly”.
So here I am folks, writing out my story as the kind BF suggested. And oh, in case you are interested, I haven’t broken any bones or torn any ligaments. Luckily, I had a jar of Zandu Balm, massaging which my ankle feels alright. I can walk again (Yay!!) and there are no ugly egg-sized bumps anywhere :D
So there BF. I fell down the stairs. I publicly confess that I’m clumsy and a klutz. D’ya feel better now?? :)
P.S: Yes, I’m one of those people to whom stairs happen.
P.P.S : I’m also the kind of person who keeps Zandu Balm in my locker for exactly what happens in PS.
P.P.P.S : I still love the BF. No matter what :| . He buys me those Zandu Balm jars.