That was a hot morning, a Sunday, where we youth, never see a 10 .00 am. But I had seen a 10.00 am that day because of the terrible heat. My mother switched off my fan. No choice for me, I had to wake up. I woke up by 9 itself had a look over the news paper, I was studying in 12std that time ,we always start reading at news paper from the back side. Firstly the sports page anywhere cricket scores are there, because I wanted to dominate the evening cricket match by spelling out all the score. But that day I didn’t have much to learn. So I went to my mother’s home which was very near. I noticed our new mixer grinder, Philips: probably it was the day I lost the belief in Philips.
I have seen some fresh mangos in the refrigerator, so I decided to try our new mixer with ma juice making attempt. The mixer was very advanced; less sound making, timing system, filtering inbuilt, touch free, and so on. But that attempt was a real testing for any mixer. Because I prefer drinking than making juice and nobody else would have been tried this kind of juice. I had a perfect start offering everybody at home mango milkshake. Then I cut those mangos into small pieces took milk from freezer started crushing it. I took the new mixer manual; I read it carefully, because already I have a bad name for giving repairers more work. I studied it fully and started my attempt. I took the jar and kept those over the mixer motor. Perfect fit, I was happy. I put the milk into it then the whole pieces of mangos and sugar as much as I can.
Then, after calling all gods I know names, I started my attempt: I closed the jar with the top, then set the time as 30 seconds . With all anxiety and wish moved my hands to the switch, I turned around; my whole family members were looking at me, I was more anxious ..Twick…I press the switch…
“Beep beep…………….”, that was the only sound came, not just because the mixer was not so noisy:, that was not working. I turned around, they were still gazing at me. Without minding those I switched off it and went for another attempt(not because that I had registered for ca and should get experience of attempting more)… this time I didn’t look back , I wanted them to go away. Again” Twick and beep” …without any hesitation I started cursing the mixer. Even though I didn’t use any mixer before I valued it as the worst mixer I ever used. And I started my usual research on why that was not working
Then I took a “SPOON” which was the hero of the day and tested every part of the mixer. I wanted be a hero there. I opened the top of the jar and started checking inside. Meanwhile I took the manual and started reading. While manually putting the spoon inside and turning the mixer blade , my multiprocessor brain found out the reason in the manual. Great invention; the mixer’s minimum timing should be more than 30 seconds. I was so happy, and I announced the reason like a by hearted speech, without knowing the danger behind the over anxiety and multiprocessing.
I restarted the work which was very easy after all. Fit the top back to the jar set the time to one minute. Press the switch. Have a speech about my findings; that is it. But I couldn’t realize the danger inside….yes…really it was there inside without informing me, without giving an eye to anybody standing near to me…..yes he was none other than the hero “THE SPOON”. I forgot to take that back from the jar that was there still checking the blade of mixer, didn’t show his head or tail even when I closed top of the jar.
Look at my fate……I kept my hands on the switch didn’t think of the hero inside, who can make the hero outside a villain. Ultimately I press the switch,” twick tack….twin ,twugh ,,,twish,tooosh blom.,,,, pzzz…………………..twishhhhhhhhhhhhhh”””””””…………..the top of the jar was 2 or 3 meters away from the mixer. Thanks to the invention it went off automatically. But half the mango milk shake was drunken by my kitchen walls. I was frightened; my multiprocessor didn’t allow me to look at anyone near to me who had served with juice before they were asking for that. Then I saw our hero’s head in the juice left in the jar. I had wished all were blind for a minute so that I can take the hero and finish the movie. But he was so clever to have an eye contact with my grandma too. It was all over; the hero was like a hockey stick, but would not be a problem when it could kill a brand new Philips mixer.