Sign of the puke!

Years ago, when I was just eight, something happened that I still vividly remember—a guy puked all over me. Ugh! Let me start from the beginning, and this time, I promise to tell it in order.

At our school, we were only allowed to wear colorful clothes on special occasions like youth fest or during the last days of exams. It was a fine morning, probably the last day of our Onam exams in third grade.I was decked out in a Mickey Mouse t-shirt, grey jeans, and a stylish overcoat. Honestly, I looked amazing—you could say a blend of Aamir, Shah Rukh, and John (the movie stars, not actual people I know). Confidence was high.

That day, I was on bus number 2 with my close group of friends: Jobin, who was lean; Arjun, a bit on the heavier side; and our star player, Mr. X (for privacy, I won’t reveal his real name). X looked like he belonged in a 60’s movie with his curly, oily hair and a strange voice. The worst part? He was family—a traitor in my royal bloodline!I had the window seat, Jobin was next to me, X stood across from him, and Arjun faced me. X was going on and on about his breakfast—he claimed he had rice with just curd, and some fish curry from the day before. Weird combo, right?

The journey took a sudden turn (literally). We hit a bumpy patch of road. Just as X opened his mouth to say something, the unthinkable happened—his breakfast made a dramatic exit, and my Mickey Mouse t-shirt was splattered with whitish puke. Oh yes, he did eat curd with his rice, and from the smell, that fish curry was definitely well past fresh.I was semi-lucky—only part of my leg and chest got hit. But Jobin? Poor guy had the full experience—puke in his eyes, mouth, and everywhere. He usually had a pale complexion, but after the incident, he looked like he was literally glowing white. I even spotted a grain of rice stuck in his hair.

At that moment, I panicked—how would I show off now? Would they throw me off the bus?And all X could say with the biggest grin was, “Heavy breakfast!”

Classic.