“A twister of twists once twisted a twist. And the twist that he twisted was a three-twisted twist. Now in twisting this twist, if a twist should untwist, would the twist that untwisted, untwist the twists?”
That is a classic tongue twister. Can you repeat that pretty fast?
But even without all those confusing twists, I inadvertently mix up words when talking and make some really absurd gaffes.
Not even this incident from college has cured me of the habit.
When I was doing my B.Sc. (agricultural science) I made a morrible histake, I mean, horrible mistake, which my friends remember and tease me to this day.
For our Entomology Class, we had to collect insect specimens and submit an ”Insect box” as part of our assignment. There was a botanical garden near our college hostel. We often went there to gather samples for our exhibits.
Once when we girls were in the botanical garden hunting for insect prototypes, a few of our batch boys also landed up there. I greeted them.
“HI boys, have you come searching for insects?”
That was what I meant to say.
What I actually said was:
“Hi boys, have you come searching for INSKIRTS?”
The toys burned red. I mean the boys turned red.
“What are you saying?” They asked doubtfully.
“Have you come looking for in-skirts?” I quipped again brightly.
“Are you joking? They said sternly and walked away.
My friends repeated what I had just said and pointed out my mistake. I realized the seriousness of my statement. It really sounded like I thought the boys were some “Road -Side Romeos” (a cheap word at that time) and that they had come behind girls. That too, chasing not just skirts but IN-SKIRTS, which in our country meant an under garment worn with a saree.
I was so ashamed of my faux pas that I almost burst into tears.
The next day, I shied away from the boys feeling very foolish. From then, I also maintained a respectable distance from them, all through the last terms.
Then it was time to bid farewell to my batch mates. We passed our autograph books around collecting addresses, phone numbers and farewell messages from our friends.
With out exception all the boys who had come chasing in-skirts or rather insects that day, had made a hilarious allusion to my absurd statement in the botanical gardens. But none of them had censured me. For they had all amusedly agreed that, “ a slip of my tongue was no fault of my mind.”
Bank You Toys!
Hee, hee, hee.
Thank You, Boys!
Story By: Asiya Omar. UAE. …..Written By: Gulsum Basheer @ talkalittledo.
Photo Credit : http://www.123rf.com