Humour Incidents

The Heart That Skipped a Beat

(This is a rushed post…apologies :-))

You know, the way we get attached to simple things. Things that are not really expensive, but those that are precious. Because they are ubiquitous, in our life. They have always been there, been a part of some nice experience… Let me explain.

After two months of vacation in good ol’ Chennai, I went grocery shopping at the local Asda store just last evening. It was a week day, and an evening in that, so I was not expecting much of a crowd. I was therefore, caught by surprise at the number of shoppers there were!

There were the typical Bangladeshi families piling their weekly/monthly groceries in a huge trolley (with four kids trailing in a row), the typical British families (with freckled children and their teenage parents yelling at each other), and the typical Indian families (whispering timidly into the partner’s ears). And there was also a huge gang of noisy young boys, straight out of school.

I carefully and quickly meandered my way through the grocery, because I desparately needed to visit that all-important section that read :’SUMMER SALE! SALE! SALE!’

My red backpack was empty, except for my wallet, so I hung it on the buggy so I could focus on the Sale.

It certainly was good – the sale, I mean. I got a pair of Thomas Shoes (with blinking lights!!), a very nice pair of jeans and a pair of Thomas socks (Yes, I confess – the Little One’s clothes are all about Thomas The Tank Engine. He infact refuses to wear any other undies even!) – and all this for under GBP 15.

As I bent down to place the bargain into the basket, the Little One cooed sweetly (diametrically opposite the way he usually YELLS!!) I was delighted. First a great bargain, and second, a gurgly baby! It was a nice day indeed.

When I suddenly realised that my backpack was no longer hanging by the side of the buggy. I was horrified!

My backpack! My wallet! My credit card! Oh damn! My house key!!!

I turned round and round, as if I would find it lying on the floor. Ofcourse, it wasn’t there. I examined the buggy again. Not on the handles, not in the basket. The Little One cooed again, and gave me a dimply smile. ‘Yeah yeah! Not now!’ I scowled.

The gang of noisy young boys passed by, laughing out loud. It seemed like they had been following us all over the store. In the grocery section, in the juices section, why, even in the Baby section! It suddenly struck me that it might have been one of them. These irresponsible English boys with no sense of respect for elders!

I wanted to call the security officer. I wanted to confront them. Make them confess to their deed/crime. Make them pay for it. Teach them a lesson.

With that temporary surge of bravery, my hands started trembling. I was sweating too, and the scanty remains of my hair were by now plastered to my forehead (I always wonder how these ‘phoren’ girls manage to have wavy/straight non-oily, non-sticky hair!!)

I cleared my throat and called out ‘Excuse me!’ My vocal cords did not co-operate. I coughed a little, and tried again. To no avail.

So I grabbed my shopping basket (Now why the hell could I not just leave it there? I couldn’t have paid for it anyway!) and started walking briskly in their direction. ‘Ammaaaaaaaaa…..’, I heard a voice. It was my Little One. How could I have forgotten ๐Ÿ˜ฆ As I ran back to grab his buggy, something tugged at my back. It was an open door of a shelf. Caught onto the belt that hung, from guess what? My backpack!

There it was! Sitting safely on my back. My good old red backpack. My friend and companion for the last two years. I thanked the good Lord. And felt mushy about the bag not being stolen after all. You know, the nice happy ending type!


Oh Yes, things were back to normal.

25 replies on “The Heart That Skipped a Beat”

LOL! Talk about losing something! ๐Ÿ˜‰

ok ok…sorry. I know how these things happen. Happens to me a lot too…and for all those alarming seconds of increased heart palpitations! Phew! Glad everything was back to normal. Yaay for the red bacback. May you live long and continue to serve Pal as loyally as you have done for the past 2 years! You should photograph it you know??? And give it a name as well! ๐Ÿ˜€

ha ha ha ha….. ROFLOL !!!!!!!!!

that is hahalarious… !! really…

you are getting old…. !!!!!!!! not only are the hair going…. the brain is starting to stumble while ticking…. !!!!

Hitchy – I know…really getting old…but not yet reached the stage where I would forget hubby ๐Ÿ˜‰

ROFL at that, Hitchy.

Thanks so much, IndyGurl, for letting us into that secret :-)))

Theek hai theek hai… now that you all have requested so much. errr… i mean you have requested so much…

chalo jaane diya.. !! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Pal: LOL! Thank you so much Dhirubhai! Hick!

Ha ha…last night when I got home I told arjun that I wa snot in a roti subzi mood and we ordered for biryani only to discover when it came that I had left my wallet behind in office and his had some barely 100 bucks in cash (he rarely keeps more than 100-200 ever):P

Thank god we found some money in on of my other bags or we’d have bene in a really embarassing position ๐Ÿ˜›


One i was getting ready to go somewhere. I was already dressed and was putting on some jewellery. I put an earring and realised I couldn’t find the other one. I looked ALL OVER- on the bed, under the bed, on the pillow, under the pillow, in my jewellery box, on my table- it was nowhere to be found. I sighed, gave up and put on another pair.

I went for the function and was walking around, socialising et al. And on a glass window as I saw my reflection, I noticed there was something hanging behind my kurti.

GUESS WHAT. The other earring was nicely hanging behind from the neckline of my kurti ALL THE WHILE; from the time I left my house till the time I had talked to at least fifty people at the function.

HOW did it get there? I have NO idea!

Talk about being embarassed.
I can very well be the spokesperson for it. ๐Ÿ˜›

LOL!! PAllu!! ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚
But, Thank God you got everything back!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

The account was hilarious for us readers! It must have been heart stopping for you at that moment!! Hugs!!

But, really – LOL!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

Tara – Thank you for your blessings to my red bag ๐Ÿ˜‰ Now I need to take drishti for that buddy of mine!

SMM – LOL!! That could have really been fun! Blame it on the credit cards!!

Ashwathy – Hey, thanks for visiting, and I had a great time reading your blog too. Will be a regular now!

Miss M – LOL! I could almost see that happening in front of my eyes! Poor you. Need I mention I completely empathise? Happens with me all the time. Glad to have company now ๐Ÿ™‚

Pix – Darl, your avatar looks so much like mine ๐Ÿ™‚ I really was relieved to see that backpack sitting there comfortably on my back!! Thanks for your hugs. Received intact and much appreciated!

Ha ha ha….I guess old age does that to people! ๐Ÿ˜‰

It would have been fun if you had actually marched up to the manager and said “someone’s stolen my red backpack”!


Quirky Indian

Pal: He he, would you believe I was strongly, very strongly tempted to make a formal complaint !!!

Silly You! I can almost see you do that…then again , I can almost see myself doing that:))
The summer sale sounds fun though! Shld go myself then-what say…but i suspect you have already raided the store!
Thanks for making me smile …just what I need to distract me at work!

Pal: No No there’s more, there’s more. And really good stuff. Why don’t we make a joint shopping trip to Asda? That would be fun!!! I remember the time hubby and I wanted to buy something, and we dragged a friend along, only to see that the friend spent about a 100 quid on things that he never wanted, while we stuck to a budget ๐Ÿ˜‰

Now you are lying arent u…bet it was you who spent a 100 and friend who was so awed by your spending he just stood dumbstruck!:)
combined trip sounds good…maybe morrow…lunch time?;)i am WFH! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Pal: Yay, for working from home. Let’s make it a shopping date tomorrow, with the brats ofcourse. And top it with a macaroni-cheese-lunch at Asda cafe ๐Ÿ˜‰ P.S: Honestly, it was my friend who splurged the dough…I am bhery bhery money-conscious.

Pssst! Writing in a rush seems to suit you Pal!

Pal: Awww, thank you, Shail for that lovely compliment…I must try this more often now ๐Ÿ™‚

A backpack we can buy even if we lose
but the future generation will accuse
for all that we do to misuse & abuse
will make them buy air standing in queues.

Is there a lesson here? Our hearts should miss a beat to what we are doing to this earth.Sorry if I have offended.

Pal: Hi PRG, ofcourse you have not offended. Especially because I don’t think I quite understood what you meant ๐Ÿ˜‰ Pliss to explain. In case I am on the right track, my meek response is that I carry a backpack in my efforts to go green (see, I reduce plastic bags).

BTW, PRG, I have been trying to blogroll you, but every time I open your blog site, it closes. Wondering how to fix this!!

Hi, I thought the comment was serious for a blog in a lighter vein. As I started reading this was struck me, what we take for granted the usefulness of which we realize only when we lose it. You should use a green bag and not a red one to make known your commitment :)).
About my blog, I think even your PC knows it’s worth. I think you should a different browser. Firefox will do the trick.

You never felt bad about (mis)judging those poor innocent noisy kids?????

Pal: Noooo **with a sheepish grin**

๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ happens all the time with me. I have this habbit of leaving my glasses all over the place! ๐Ÿ™‚ thank god you found it back!

Pal: Ha! Another bird of this feather… (what a horrible use of the idiom, no?) And I might have to wear glasses soon, so there’s another thing for me to (mis)place!

apart from the fact that this was so enjoyable…elders??? pal…..???? how could you???? ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

Pal: He he, I hear you. And is that because we are at the same age ๐Ÿ˜‰ The ‘elders’ was purely for the sake of dramatising the event ๐Ÿ™‚

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