It's funny how school-leaving 'slam books' would invariably have a column on Most Embarrassing Moment.
Since we were on the verge of bidding farewell to people we might never see again, my classmates left it blank - some because they hadn't gone through an embarrassing moment and others (like me) because it would have been much more embarrassing to reveal it.
But were the same question asked of me today, I would answer it without hesitation. And since no one has bothered to quiz me yet, I decided to blog about my most embarrassing moment till date.
Which is -
Brushing my teeth with shaving cream
Now don't smile and shrug it off. This actually happened. And it wasn't even my tube of shaving cream.
The incident took place some years ago while I was doing my Masters in English from Hindu College. Some of us had gone down south for a leadership training camp in Kazipet (Andhra Pradesh) and clumsy nitwit that I was, I forgot to pack my toothpaste.
My roomie gave me permission to use his stuff and I proceeded to brush my teeth. Then almost puked.
T: What the hell is this stuff?
Roomie: You stupid ass! It's shaving cream
T: But...Bluh...Bluuuhhhhh
Roomie: It's written in big bold letters. How can anyone mistake shaving cream for toothpaste?
T: (grimace) The pack's the same colour as my toothpaste
Being the bosom friend he was, Roomie promptly went and informed everybody in camp. And for the remaining two days in Kazipet, I had to endure being called 'Shaving Cream' and listen to animated discussions on my unusual dietary habits.
I know what you are thinking - "This is nothing, there was a rip in my wedding dress" and of course Carol Gracias must be saying "I wish I had made that slippery buckle a bit more secure" but what can I do?
Nothing more embarrassing than the shaving cream incident has happened to me. And I will certainly tell you if anything happens in the future.
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Must have been really yuuccck!!! Btw, ur blog says that Kardamon Kisses was the last book you read. What do u think about it?
ReplyDeleteBelieve me, it was.
ReplyDeleteWhen did you go for a leadership camp when you were doing your Masters? kazipet, Andhra Pradesh!!!!!!Did I miss out on sumthing?
ReplyDeleteBtw I was in your class...your batch!!! Misleading facts on blogsphere?
ReplyDeleteWill be watching this space for more 'stuff'
hello anonymous, i presume u r talking abt hindu college. i had gone to kazipet during vacations as part of a team from the delhi archdiocese (nothing to do with the college).
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