Mehmaan bhagwaan hai

Get up siddhu beta. My mom called me and I pulled my blanket over my face to>avoid the torturous routine of an early bath, an early breakfast. Actually, a few guests were supposed to arrive at our place and as we all know that a child is the biggest worry in such cases. So, in spite of my exams being over just two days ago, I was supposed to get up at 6 'O' clock and manage myself in a pretty presentable look before them. I always questioned why? Why should I suffer if a few persons are visiting us? Why should I be compelled to mend my ways for the persons whom I have met only once in my entire life (Although the entire life period was just 10 years then). However, I got up at 6 in the morning, took bath, oiled my hair and sat in the drawing room watching my favorite cartoon show at DD-1. As a child, I used to wait whole 7 days just for half an hour of a cartoon show (How underprivileged we were then?).>
So, the guests came and all the traditional customs were religiously followed and as an indispensable custom, I was asked to recite a poem. I really wondered, had I made any progress from my nursery yet? 6 years ago also, I was supposed to mumble a few poems. I began searching for a Kipling's poem while looking at the floor as if Kipling wrote his poetry on our floor when he fell short of papers.
Suddenly I noticed a hole in the socks of the guest. I tried to bring this thing to his notice but he ignored. So, I tried my luck publicly and announced that our dear guest needs new socks. I don't know why dad's face was filled with anguish even when I showed courtesy by saying that I have one spare pair of socks which he can take. Was my suggestion ever been considered by guests? Are you joking? The only thing that they managed to say in the whole chaos was, he is just a kid and I was totally confused and felt like I have committed some felony and deserve nothing less than 4 hours solace in bathroom. So, I can never forget the experience of bhagwaan's visit to our home.

Cheers
sid