It happened to me-1.

Last day, while I was watching yet another nameless, lousy movie on the tube, I felt disgusted. Disgusted with errr..well, I-dunno-wot ! It's a syndrome where you get disgusted with something. But you don't understand what exactly is that 'something' that you're disgusted with. And that disgusts you even more. Now that I've mentioned it, I've become even more disgusted.

As is usual with me, I started thinking about the positive things in my life. For me, positive means funny. I thought about blogging on some remotely funny incidents that've spiced up my short and uneventful life of 22 years till now. So here I go:

Well, I'm quite forgetful. I've forgotten nearly half the good things. Let me make up with the ones randomly springing about in my memory.
( well, reader discretion is advised. Comedy is subjective. You could be left crying or bad-mouthing me after some of them. But who cares? It's MySpace , haha ! )

Okay..here's one. This happened while I was in school (5th or 6th std.) :
One fine day, I called up my friend Varun's number and asked , " Hello, varun undo ?"
This, in mallu, means "Is Varun there?" .But the lady at the other end heard it as "varunundo" which translates to "are u coming?". It was the wrong number; and needless to say, the stranger lady was outraged. Sorry Ma'am. Wherever you are.

That one was feeble.
This is a more recent one. 24th December 2008, to be exact.

I was at Palghat railway station, about to board a train to Trivandrum ( from Chennai). I was on my way from Hyderabad. I had landed at Coimbatore airport, got a lift in a friend's car till Palghat from where I hoped to catch a bus that would get me home by X'mas morning. There was a riot-like situation at the bus stand and I decided to go by train. My friend and I reached the station just on time. He announced that the Tvm-Chennai express was due at 00:45 hours. I took the ticket hurriedly and started waiting at the right platform and in the right direction, that my friend, so thankfully, had pointed out. I hopped onto a very empty-looking general compartment when the train arrived. I was confronted by a gang of armed men. Holy hell, this must be bandits in Palghat. The Hindi-speaking bandits asked me to get out of the coach as it was reserved for militarymen. Military or militia, I wanted to ask. I set foot on the most crowded general compartment I had seen till then.
I could barely manage to sit on top of my heavy bag. I was perched in this precarious position for close to 1 hour when I began noticing Tamil ad hoardings outside. Plus the people in that compartment definitely didn't seem mallu. The train passed a major station, which I guessed to be Trichur judging by the time elapsed, from which a large group of people got in. All were speaking Tamil. Palghat is really having a greater number of people speaking Tamil than I've ever imagined, I thought. A few minutes later, I noticed ad hoardings about shops in Coimbatore, by the well-lit road outside ( Thank god for the lighting).
Hell, this can't be happening to me. Oh My God. Could this really be possible? If it is, then it's the biggest blunder done on X'mas eve by any living person that day. I felt like going weak in my knees for a moment. I felt numb all over.
Reality sank in. I had touched down in Coimbatore a few hours back, went by road to Palghat, caught a train from Palghat only to reach Coimbatore again and with no hopes of reaching Trivandrum by morning. Hell, I was getting closer to Chennai every minute. I needed to act but I could just see wilderness outside. I thought about getting a flight from Chennai, or may be a taxi from whichever place I could get down at the earliest, to rush me down to Trivandrum ( like in the movies :) ). I asked a person who was standing nearby to confirm the great news. He didn't know English, Hindi or Malayalam. This man, looking like a Gounder, was amused. I used all of my Dumb C skills and zero knowledge of Tamil to make him understand my plight. He got the gist and started abusing me verbally for my ignorance. Or so I think. Thankfully a mallu guy was there next to me who assured me that the train would stop at Tirupur railway station around 3 am and that there would be a Kerala-bound train around then. I got down at Tirupur, crossed the bridge and saw a train leaving from the other platform. I took a ticket and started waiting for my saviour train. I had seen it moving away right before my own eyes and still nothing registered in my over-worked brain. I waited, waited and waited....till I found out that it had already left. Wow..what a plight. I inquired about the next train, which was the Kerala Express from New Delhi. The bloody train was a few hours late and ultimately, I could board it at 5:30 in the morning. The general compartment was even more crowded than the previous one's. Till date, this has been the most eventful and horrendous journey of my life.
Hyderabad-Coimbatore-Palghat-(via Coimbatore)-Tirupur-Trivandrum. Phew, it was one hell of a journey. I set foot in 3 states in a matter of few hours. That was Some speed !!

Hmm, that was a long one. It appeared funny,that's why I put it here. I can't type any more.
I will keep updating this post in parts.