How forgetful are you!!??

How many times have you kept your house/car/bike keys in one place and the next moment forgot where you kept them? I am sure it happens to most of us on a regular basis. Not only house keys, but simple everyday stuff like the mobile, torch or even spectacles!

Why do we tend to forget things? Well, it is because of lack of concentration during a conversation that our brain tends to stash things in its recycle bin rather than saving it in a folder J

Long time ago, I had this habit of misplacing my keys and sometimes coins (change to pay the bus fare) etc. and used to spend considerable time looking for them. I was advised by my mother to stash away such important stuff in a big container/box where I could find them easily whenever needed. Well, for a change, I decided to follow her advise and kept all my important stuff in a big box on my table.

I even told the same to a friend of mine who had a similar problem. He said he put away his mobile, watch, keys and also screws and nails too sometimes in that container! He told me that once when he could not find the keys, he just called up his mobile from his land line and found the container in the kitchen where he had been repairing a light the other day!!

Everyone tends to forget something or the other at some point in their busy lives. Like I keep forgetting simple everyday stuff, Most guys cannot remember important dates like their girlfriend’s birthday, their anniversaries etc. The best solution for this is, maybe, like that old joke goes, you have to forget it once J

What's in a name?

I have thought about this question many times at different points in my life.I have so many nicknames given to me by my parents and friends alike but the one name which I've been carrying around for the past 26 years is Laxmy R Iyer. I am proud of my name. I understood the importance of it very recently.

The other day my neighbour's cute little son came home one evening and I was asking him casually about his school and his friends. He said he had two best friends at school and when I probed him about it, he said that one was a boy whom he called "best friend -1" and the other was a girl whom he called "best friend-2". When I asked him why he did not know their names, he said he forgot to ask their names :-) Now I feel he never felt the need to ask their names! Why?

I have always been of the opinion that a name matters a lot because I am so particular about mine :-)

What say folks??

Childhood memories :-)

The moment I wrote the title of this blog (yeah I wrote the title first!), there was this wide smile on my face :-) All of a sudden I wanted to go back to that small but beautiful town where I was born and spent a quarter of my life. Phew!! When I said a quarter of my life...it sounds as if I am quite old now and as if my 25th birthday had come and gone many many years ago :-)

But it is funny at times that not everyone remembers their childhood. Some have clear memories of their childhood like I do whereas some only have a vague picture. Some people do not remember the incidents but only what they felt about what happened!!

I still very clearly remember the games me and my friends used to play (There was this small play ground where we used to play in the sand) in front of our house. Most of the people I used to play with were elder to me by many years (not many my age near my house). I still laugh when I remember how me and my brother used to stealthily enter the house to clean our wounds without my mom seeing us. We used to call mom "Sherlock Holmes" because even if we cleaned the place really really well, she somehow used to find out that we were upto something.

All the punishments I got from mom especially when I disobeyed her are clearly imprinted in my memory. Once such funny incident was when I said a bad word which I was not supposed to say. Mom showed me a green chilly and threatened to rub it on my tongue if I repeated it but instead of obeying her, I repeated the word purposefully and ran to dad and complained that mom had rubbed a chilly over my tongue!! He knew I was lying but still he so lovingly reprimanded me and gave me a spoonful of sugar :-)

During our summer vacation, we used to visit our cousins back in Kerala. During one such summer, my cousin had come down to our place for a few days. My brother and cousin used to play all day and never allowed me to indulge in anything. I then deviced a plan! I used to put water in my eyes, stand near the living room door and pretend to be crying when it was time for mom to come home from work. When asked what happened, I used to say that my brother and cousin had spanked me and hadn't allowed me to play. My poor brother got nice scoldings from her :-)

There are many such incidents which I vividly remember and laugh whenever I remember them. Many of them from school as well :-)

So, what's your childhood memory?