2. I dont remember your face, but I am confident I will remember it when I will see you.

So, as I mentioned earlier this post is going to be the seminal post for rest of the blog.  It all started with a call I made few minutes ago.

Little bit of background first, when I was in India (3 years ago) me and my sister would always hate to meet distant relatives.
The reason being,
1) We see them once every 5-8 years.
2) We don't remember them (at all) as much as they do.
3) They always comment on how much we have grown up (well ofcourse! last time you saw me I was 5 years younger!).
4) And last and most horrifying reasons of all, what to talk to them? (I mean really, what?).

No offense, I respect them all but its just too much pressure to handle. So, one of the advantages of staying outside India was this 5-8 year ritual will be even longer (Yay!).

But wait! Nope, thats not how it always happen. So, I called my parents (which I do every other day). Unfortunately today, they were actually at some distant relative's house. As soon as I realized it, I tried to keep my conversation small and told my mom  that I will call her back tomorrow (when they are home). The moment I said this, my mom said, "Wait! talk to dad's buaji, and speak little louder she can't hear properly". I go, "Nooooooo, wait... noooo" (too late!). Fine, I talk to her, couple of sentences here and there and done (she was actually very cute).

I thought great! I did awesome! I will just say bye to my dad and keep the phone. The moment I told my dad, I will call him tomorrow, he said "talk to him" (Who? Where? What should I talk? I don't even know how old is "he". Shit!) So I hear a voice, "How are you?" (A grown up voice, thats not a bad start). I say, "I am good how are you doing?" (At this point I have absolutely NO clue who I am talking to). He replied, he is doing good (I console myself, its going well, you are doing great, just a few more sentences and it will all be over soon). Next question comes from him, "Do you remember my face?" (WHAT!!!! are you kidding me? I don't even know who I am talking to, I don't even know your face.. panic! panic! panic). Out of this panic, I say, "No" (shit, thats a really bad reply). So I continue, "I don't remember your face, but I am confident I will remember it when I will see you" (Duh! what kind of reply is this? Anyways, the damage was already done). I said a quick goodbye. And kept the phone.

Peace!