Random Ramblings of a Reluctant Blogger

“And if you are not able to prove it, You will buy me a diamond necklace,” my wife threw down the ultimate gauntlet. And therein, my dear friends, lies a tale, a tale of lost and found.

It all started when I could not find my favourite T-shirt. Even the most diligent search proved elusive and I had no choice but to seek my wife’s help. And as soon as she came the T-shirt magically materialised right in front! She handed it to me with a “how come you did not find it” look. That’s when I expounded my “Search Theory”.  Things I search for twists, folds, and hides till such time when an external electromagnetic pull presents itself and forces the object into pain view.” In layman’s terms things hide, only to be found by  my wife, just to show up how bad I am at searching. Not quite taken in by my scientific explanation she said “prove your theory or else buy me a  diamond necklace.”

It is not the first time that I floated such theories. That she took a serious view was prompted by the run-in she had with the servant maid just a few seconds back. The run-ins are a regular feature especially as the maid believes the broom is meant to just provide some gentle breeze for the floor and not for a thorough sweep. It was this timing that, coupled with  my wife’s already vexed demeanour, that had me facing a challenge. 

Accepting defeat would mean that I am just not good at locating things and that no such ‘Search theory’ exists, whereas I have, on numerous ocassions, seen it in force. (And to be fair it was not the first time I lost a ‘diamond necklace’ bet and no necklace has yet been presented, but that, then, is another tale).

But  proving it is a Catch 22 situation. When I cannot locate something I will have to call her to show it is missing, but the moment she lands up the thing materialises. Just goes to show how tough such theories are to prove. 

And just as I was pondering how to go about proving my great discovery, I heard a commotion coming in from my son’s room.  I saw him  stomping about “It was here, now I cannot find it,” he said referring to his phone charger. My wife waltzed in, swooped in on the offending charger and promptly handed it to him. “There it is right in front of your eyes,” she said adding “like father, like son.” “It wasn’t here,” my son, explaining himself, said. “It just appeared in front of you.”

Making full use of the opprortunity I exclaimed “Eureka.. Theory proved.” And much to the bewilderment of my son I added “Democracy wins.”

After being appraised of what the theory and the challenge was my son, in a true democratic fashion, switched sides. “That’s no proof, it is just coincidence. You better come up with a good scientific proof .” he said. And if being a traitor to the cause was not enough he added, “Amma, you make sure that you get the necklace if Papa does not prove his great ‘Search Theory’.”

Now, much like an astronomer gawking at the vast expanse of the universe trying to locate a particular star, I am looking for answers to prove my theory. Fortunately for me there is no time limit set and in the meanwhile if I need to find something, I know whom to call.