May I speak to Mr Sra ji, on the so-&-so section ...?"
"I am Sra, who's this?"
"I want to speak to Mr Sra ji, on the so-&-so section, and it's a male."
"I am Sra, and I am very much female."
"No, the other day I called and spoke to someone called Mr Sra, it was a male, and he gave me his e-mail ID and I wanted to send some info and anyway the ID was not appropriate maybe I am mistaken or something but I want to ..."
"Who is speaking, where are you calling from and what do you want to talk to me about?"
"Haan, I wanted to speak to Mr Sra ji, about ..."
"I am Sra, and I assure you there's no one else by that name here ..."
"Haan anyway, I want to know ki agar ... (lapses into Hindi - now should we discuss how she assumes I know Hindi, but it's okay, I'm not too bothered about these things unless someone tells me - they actually did - that they thought all the South Indian languages were one and the same ...)
This exchange took place today but I go through this every other day as someone or the other gets confused with my name and it's become a spectator sport, even though I'm a participant. I love seeing the variations my name goes through and have a hearty laugh at its metamorphoses from time to time. Yesterday, there was a similar funny moment in the gym which had me howling with laughter.
P, whom I've come to know over the last few months, is a fellow worker-outer at the gym. We've shared several moments of wild laughter, philosophical discussion and my-(body part)-refuses-to-shrink kind of talk, all perched on exercycles, treadmills and such.
Recently, I told her I write a blog. I told her its name and then we got on with our lives and our exercising. It was only yesterday that she said, "Hey, I still haven't visited your blog, what's it called? My Soup Runneth Over?"
"P, you're thinking of my cup runneth over ... It's called ..."
"Oh yes, hah hah hah (by now, both of us are laughing hard), I knew it had something to do with ..."
" ...When My Soup ..."
" ... soup, I knew it had something to do with soup ..."
I just checked Google to see if the words "my soup runneth over" brought people over to my blog. They don't, not in the first few pages at least. But here are some search terms that did bring people over, over the last couple of months:
1. Famous hostess alive
2. Can you extract capsicum from chilli to make painkilling paste?
3. Vegan qurbani (Vegan sacrifice? Nah, they must have meant qubani ka meetha)
4. Big qurbani knife photo
5. Where can I find Phalsa berries in NYC? (Where can I find phalsa in India, besides Hyderabad?)
6. Kinowa recipes (You can find quinoa, not kinowa, here and here)
7. South indianpuking hostal.in (What the hell! But it's probably this, and other associated searches)
Keywords Humour Search terms