The most embarrassing moment of life lasts until another one comes by.While we hop skip and jump past one there is another in waiting. Sometimes it knocks the door as a parent while partying,  some other times it is the boss to find us dozing. Life is full of them. Some confront us. Some others pleasure us living in other’s stories.We own some. Some we refuse. Mr.Srinivasamurthy doesn’t say v-a-a-t anymore, he says w-a-u-t. Parvathy Menon doesn’t mind wearing minis today. Krishnan agrees that there are other actors who can perform besides Rajinikanth. Life changes.

Whatever was embarrassing a  moment ago becomes a reality in a fleet of a second before we rush to our rescue. The people who become part of these moments by choice, or not so by choice, are special ones in our lives. They are forgivers,Gods. A piece of our life always remains with them. Whether they choose to live with it or not, makes angels or devils of them. Angels gather occasional greetings, devils intimidate a consistent planning. They are both part of everybody’s life. Who should become an important part is an every day choice. How and why should I get along with these moments keeps life rolling. A girl laughing at a boy’s slipped shorts in school is the most embarrassing moment of his life until he is found kissing a friend in common.Life is all of them.

While you have life, some of it is embarrassing. For some, a lot of it is. Embarrassment tramped into my life, quite effortlessly, while I was on a post-college-long-vacation-syndrome. The world seemed out of its place.Old friends seemed out of rage. New aquaintances were little known.The “unique” seemed mundane. Baking seemed everybody’s art. History was something all could talk.People hired make up men, used photo shop.Everybody looked good.While I was watching them, they were watching me. I had to to write about them and me. Whatever was between us. Before they knew I could write, I was that “not to become that person” for kids, outdated, overgrown for society. One day while I was watching women at a bus stop to pen my characters, I realised they were watching for cops to catch me.This time I flee to pen how embarrassing are these words, stalker, looser, watcher, before I became a writer.