The list of all embarrassing moments in one's life is never ending, while the intensity of embarrassment may range from rolling-eyes-normal to mind-blowingly-tomato-face.
Remember when your parents introduce you to a strange padosi-wale(neighbourhood) Uncle Ji and you wonder what to do with your hands. Should you fold them, or hold them or place them sideways or just unscrew and put them away.
In my case it's my stomach. I tell you, it’s a pushy attention seeker. If that’s not enough, it has an in-build voice alarm system. You will be surprised by my tummy’s supersonic decibel range, crossing sound barriers, enough to rock the whole cubicle. Ahhh such a ruckus it creates.
Imagine a conference meeting scheduled right before lunch. While we are brainstorming over a highly critical issue, my stomach finds it the best time to practice dying.
Karook Karook ... gurrrr gurrr ...and ten pair of eyes would be staring at my tummy. I don't even know where it learnt to make such alien sounds. Maybe I should stop watching Dr Who. One day it might wake up and shout Intruder Intruder Intruder.
The “alienity” of these sounds varies depending on the silence around me. The more the silence, the more it grumbles, and the more crimson my face become. I feel like digging a hole and jumping straight into it.
My dear friends, hell hath no fury like a tummy starved!!!