Before a few days in this blog you all would have read my “Cry Cry Clumsy.” In That writing I talked about my daughter. This week my daughter proved this truth. How? We are in the residence shifting mission now a days. We had to shift one kerosene filled up Ashok Stove to our going to be residence. I gave the work of packing that stove in a box to my daughter thinking that she is an expert in packing. But alas what horrible scene I got to see my dear readers. My daughter did that work with such clumsiness that the atmosphere (peaceful)
of the house got changed.Everywhere hue and cry, Bhagga-Bhaggi (Running here and there), Chillana- Cheeknaa( Shouting). In that work she took the help of her father and brother also. In packing a mere Stove three people were needed? I myself was highly busy in kitchen at that time. Here in the drawing room the Mission or Adventure of packing the kerosene filled up stove in its own box and tying it perfectly with a thread so that one could carry it was going on. What Happened at last? Everywhere clumsiness. As I told you in my previous writing I had to do double, triple work to finish the work. At the end of the day my thinking was this” If I had not given this stove packing work to my Computer Engineering Student Daughter, I would not have got two glasses of kerosene spilled up in the drawing room. I would not have got my writing- table smeared with kerosene; I would not have got my house in panic situation.”
I would not have to fall down seriously by getting slipped in that spilled kerosene of that floor and I would not have got waist pain and leg pain and would not have got the dry kerosene Stove box totally drenched in kerosene and would not have got compelled to finish the work or task with extra, double effort. So in my attempt of getting my daughter’s help I really increased my trouble. So please wary of clumsiness my readers.