Family trips have always been exhilarating and exciting unless I fell in the vicinity of my father. My father organises family trip every summer and the whole family (by which I mean my brother, mother, daddy and myself) used to look forward for it. My father is best at organising trips that all of those until now have been impeccable and it was as simple for him as to buy a shirt and put it on him. That is how much he strains to conduct it, perhaps this is what I know of him; he prepares a itinerary in his mind and executes it that none of our family members felt even a teeny tiny discomfort as it was all as smooth as sliding in a vitrified slice of ice prepared and preserved fresh for the skaters to skate.

On our way back to Chennai from Hyderabad, we caught a train and alighted down in Chennai and things were just the way as it was imagined and I never knew my father was about to give me a big huge gift at the end of the trip. I clung to the hands of my father; as my brother was 5 years younger to me and mom’s pet he was given the opportunity to enjoy the tender hands of my mother and I was left out to feel the rugged hands of my father. In the Central Railway Station, one has to shed no energy to move from one place to another, it is just that you have to choose to stand in the right place and face the right direction and the crowd will take care of the rest of the thing to reach you there at your destination just by thronging you.

I felt free and relaxed in the hands of my father and all I had to do was just look around for whatever that is interesting that crosses me. All I could see was pants, lungis and sarees until the hip from the bottom and that was the range of my vision and all of a sudden acceleration of the crowd picked up the momentum and I lost my dad’s hands. I was lost in the midst of pants and sarees and I felt like a tiny ant struggling to climb back against in the quick sand. To the best of my memory I came around a pillar and I fell in the vicinity of my dad and the velocity of his hand. So here comes the gift, with all his strength he gave me a shot on my left cheek; this is exactly the fingerprint impingement technology that comes free of cost and all that you have to do is undergo is a little bit of pain. His hands reacted swifter than the flap of a honeybee that before I could catch the motion with my eyes I caught it with my cheeks. His refluxes were prompt and punctual and as of now I have no clue if they functioned voluntarily or the other way around. He came down to me on his knees, lifted his finger and nodded it with a threatening vibration that struck on me from him and he uttered “don’t do this again”. Eyes loaded with water, cheek loaded with pain, heart loaded with fear, with my left hand busy preserving his fingerprint on the cheek and right hand clung to him, I nodded my head back to the direction of his fingers that intimidated me. Neither did he construct a bridge between India and Sri Lanka, nor was I physically strong enough to help him construct it, perhaps I became his squirrel that day; lucky enough to have his fingerprints on my face.

So guys, now that you know that Fingerprint impingement is free of cost, if you want the design plan accordingly, position accordingly and provoke accordingly. Have fun.

“Have a great day”

Wednesday, 31. March 2010 um 2:56 am Under the Category Beyond Imagination. Trackback.