Embarrassing

Because I have had many people saying good things about me recently, I've decided to make my ego abseil down that mountain it's trying to ascend.

So here is an embarrassing story about Atiguhya Padma:

One day, in the mid 80's, AP was invited to a Hindu religious ceremony in a home in Hounslow, West London. The place of worship was a long lounge, one of those made out of knocking down a wall between two rooms.

The place was packed. In the bay window of this room was the dais, upon which was sat the Indian guru, Swami Pernau (sp?). In deep meditation.

The first thing I noticed was the amount of really beautiful young women in the room. As you do. And I was still admiring the views, when the ceremonials got under way. I thought to myself, these women are probably impressed with this solitary white male face in the audience.

Transfixed on this absolutely gorgeous girl a few paces away from me, I failed to notice a bowl being passed between people on my right. From the corner of my eye, I thought I could see someone raise this bowl to their face. Before I knew it, it was passed to me. Well, I didn't know what to do with it, so I put my hand in the bowl, that was full of what appeared to be a watery kind of yoghurt, and started dabbing this stuff all over my face. I figured maybe that was what I had seen people doing. As I did this, people started looking at me in avid curiousity. So, I guessed, this wasn't what they were doing after all.

They must have been drinking it then. So I raised it to my mouth, and gulped down mouthfuls of the stuff. It was certainly a yoghurty substance, rather funny taste though. After a few gulps, I noticed the growing audience looking with horror upon me. Someone quickly grabbed the bowl from me and it went on its way. Later I found out, that the yoghurt was used to anoint the feet of the guru, and then passed round to the congregation, who're supposed to just dab their fingers in the yoghurt and touch the centre of their foreheads.

I failed to impress any of the women in that room that day!

So does anyone else have any embarrassing stories they want to share?

LOL, yuck!

Okay, I'll share.

During the course of a work day, I was instructed to go to a place called Marla's Books to pick up some books ordered for my place of work. The small city I live in has three known bookstores. Maybe this place was new, a used bookstore that orders special orders, I thought. I arrived at the building, a house on a residential street, with a huge sign, Marla's Books, and signs indicating thay take Visa, Debit, etc. I contemplated the look of the place, wondering, if I just open the door, will I see a bookstore inside? It is not unknown to have a bookstore in a house. The appearance of the place led me to believe that I could just open the door and walk in. So, I opened the door, expecting to see a bookstore, instead, I saw a home. A lovely home it was, equipped with a man standing down the hallway, in his kitchen, looking at me crudely.

"Uh, Hello" I offered with a bright smile, feeling terribly awkward and embarrassed already.

I said I didn't know whether to just walk in or ring the bell.

He replied, "It would have been nice had you rang the bell".

I explained who I was, where I was from and why I opened his door. After an explanation, we were laughing at the situation and he commented,

"It's a good thing I hadn't just come out of the shower and walking around naked, although I wouldn't have minded."

I was outta there quick!

I was once invited to a hindu gathering in Hounslow, West London. They were passing around this bowl of the Guru's foot annointing stuff and I didn't much care for it so much to the chagrine of the good looking hindu girls there, I whipped out my junk and dropped it in the bowl! I thought I was hot stuff until this idiot drank it and smeared it on his face!!!

There are some very witty people around here.

kik is pretty funny. :)

<I was once invited to a hindu gathering in Hounslow, West London. They were passing around this bowl of the Guru's foot annointing stuff and I didn't much care for it so much to the chagrine of the good looking hindu girls there, I whipped out my junk and dropped it in the bowl! I thought I was hot stuff until this idiot drank it and smeared it on his face!!!>

So it was you was it!!??:) And now I've finally caught up with you!!:)

Geez AP, I check out your profile and no wonder you know so much things..he..he he..you're 40 yo :D

Oh no. Now you've revealed my secret...:)

But hey thanks for looking at my profile. I understand it's better from the left side rather than face on. Or so I'm told!:)

I will never eat yoghurt again.

Actually, one of my most embarassing moments - I have several - was at work. As newly employed neuropsychologist I´m asked what size my white coat should be. I answer. -No thank you, I do not need protective clothing.

They think I made a political statement, and never raised the question again.

I just did not realise that evrybody, even the secretary uses white coats. I just thought that they had made a mistake when they offered it to me.

So now we are a clinic in white. And me. In grey wool sweaters.

The same week I also said:

I really like my new chairs, but what I really want is a plastic brain, the kind the doctors have.

Ooops.

I meant a plastic model of a brain.

I have more but I won´t tell you. :-)

I think some doctors have plastic brains! Hee hee.

I wasn't embarrassed at the time, but I certainly blush to think of it now, when I was in the seventh grade, I was interested in trying different hairstyles. I pulled the top half of my hair into a ponytail on top of my head and then wrapped a stretchy cloth headband around it. The headband was so big that I wrapped it all the way round the length of my hair, but it stuck up on my head. The ends of my hair shot out of the "trunk" so that it looked like a palm tree poised on my head. I proudly walked around school all day enjoying the attention. What a wierd child I was!!

Thanks for sharing that with us Shea. It did make me laugh. There was a footballer (soccer player to those in the US) that used to play for in the English league, that had the nickname pineapple head, for his outrageous hairdo. Maybe your influence extends further than you realise.:)

:D Maybe I was trying to be a trend setter, I can't remember.

Oh my gosh Shea, I did the EXACT same thing when I was in seventh grade. I'm not even trying to make a joke. Dead serious. I called it my gonk.

I once ran into a wall, I wasn't paying close attention to my surroundings and I was chasing my dog, when the dog veared suddenly, I failed to realize why the dog swerved until... smash, right into a garage, I went unconsiouse for a little while, and still have a dent in my skull to this day, its rather small, but it is noticible.

Stanislaw,

That's really funny. I did almost exactly the same thing when I was about 15. I had just seen my team lose horrendously, something like 5-0, and it was an evening match. I walked out of the ground with thousands of others, my head following the familiar trajectory of the depressed, when the suddenly the masses parted, and I went smack into a lamp-post! It woke me up to the more immediate problems in life - like pain and embarrassment!