Recall - Independence day oops Republic Day

WHAT is the one thing that would still make you blush? My guess is that the memories of that fancy dress competition you participated when you were little would make you blush. Those ugly Sarees that moms wrapped around you and made you go in front of a thousand sniggering adults and say G.gg..ggood morning, My name is Rahul. I am Indira Gandhi....you then gave a bewildered/puzzled/ jacked look for some time until you remembered the next sentence and then suddenly your face lit up and you said..I love my India, Thank you and ran off the stage.


I'm guessing we all have had such moments. Only, my parents were not as cruel as today's parents. Today's parents are all tech savvy. Wielding their freaking camcorder, waiting for you to come on to the stage. And as soon as you enter...phatak...the blinding flashlight is the beginning of your 16 seconds to shame for the rest of your life. To begin with, the freaking mike wouldn't work, when thats taken care of, you have to hold it in your hand and do a namasthe, and at the same time speak into the mike...Good morning...My name is Rahul...and..and...and (damn! You are forgetting again!)...I am Indira Gandhi...You look around and find everyone sniggering. Laughing. Ohh...how cute, some say. Look at him..his saree is falling off...Heheh...he has forgotten his dialogue, the crowd sniggers. You are pretty much numb by now. Your mouth is dry. Somehow the words finally manage to come out of your mouth...I love my country..Thank you, and you run off the stage.


Years later, you sweetly recall the moments. Its sweet because there are no details. You like it because you don't remember uncle Anand's ugly sadistic laugh when you almost tripped over the Saree. Because uncle Ravi is now old and you are in your prime. Because you don't laugh at Ashok uncle when he comes out toothless on days he cant find his dentures. You forget...you forgive.


Only now, your cruel parent has recorded it. Thinking of all the responses she/he is likely to get on Facebook/ Orkut/ Flickr/ Myspace/ other websites. The next day, or probably the same day, your moments of shame which are best enjoyed when they exist as blurred, almost forgotten images of your pathetic childhood somewhere in the back of your mind are now up on the cloud. In detail. Part by part. To be never forgotten. To be commented upon even after you grow old and die the miserable death meant for you. Total recall! You don't forget. And you don't forgive. You become the unforgiving kind.

PS: This is what happens when I wake up early! I'm gonna catch some sleep now. Happy Independence republic day.