Forget It

Forgetting: Everyone forgets things now and then. Everyone gets moody. Forgetting is a part of life. Forgetting gives us extra space to remember more things. Sometimes not remembering is equally important. As sherlock holmes used to say "Whether the Earth goes around the Sun or the Sun around the earth makes not a penny-worth of difference to me or my work."

People many a times forget their keys, wallets, wives etc... When I used to forget my hmoework, my teacher would scream "Do you ever forget your lunchbox? hmmmm??? Then why did you forget your homework?" I am sure its the favourite dialog of all teachers at all schools and so you would also have heard the same one.

About a month back I happened to lock myself outside my house. The key was on a ring and although I usually remembered to pick it up, that particular day I forgot to take it. Once locked outside I started thinking what to do. My roommate who has the other pair of keys, was away at Pune on his weekly weekending visits to his girlfriend. To make sure that my luck indeed had run out, I tried calling him up. He was as much worried as I was and suggested me to go and fnid the houseowners house in Bandra and get the spare set of keys from him. The suggestion sounded foolproof in strategy but execution looked difficult.

I thought of getting a key maker / lock picker as a better idea. Searched for one and found a shop. The main lockpicker was down with fever and his younger brother was trying to do whatver he had learnt of the trade. It took him about an hour to make one key. Not for me, for another customer. I had to wait all the time. Then thankfully his brother came to work. I asked him to come with me and get my lock opened. He came with me after a lot of questioning, and showed his skills and lo my door was finally open after a long gruelling 3 hours in the sun and heat.

I learnt a lot about lock picking that day. He charged me Rs. 250 for this. I put the key along with my bike keys in one ring so that I wont forget it the next time.

Yesterday being a Sunday I had a friend come over to my place. We both went to the nearby temple. I was all the time proposing my theories of God being inside us and not in temples which went unheard. Finally on our return I found that I had made the mistake again. That whole day danced in front of my eyes. To add salt to the wound my friend started giving me advice on how to remember stuff, and be careful etc etc. I wish to God you are never placed in such a situation.
the mistake happened because the temple is nearby and I did not think it fit to take the bike. A stupid mistake really.

Anyways, had to go back and find another lockpicker. Thankfully with some able guidance I found one nearer to my place than the previous one. This guy said he will charge me Rs 150. I was happy at knowing the profit I was going to make. So we started on our journey to my place and after walking for sometime and climbing all the stairs in the world we finally reached what looked like my door. Though I can't be sure because I could hardly see with the sweat all over my eyes.

Thankfully the gentleman opened the lock and we again entered my room into the nice coolness of the fan.

I kept the new key in my wallet so that this kind ofthing never happens again.

Today morning I got ready for office and came down and was about to start my bike, when I realized I had forgotten the bike keys. Thankfully I had put the spare key in my wallet. I carelessly patted my buttocks for my wallet and guess what. It was not their either. I very conveniently manageed to lock myself outside for the third time consecutively in the shortest time possible.