Hearing Ourselves

July 19th - This is only my second time. That is if there is nothing buried in my forgotten memory which at least relents to surface at this time. The first time was an year back. It was awkward, uncomfortable.. It made me be aware of every word i spoke out. But that wasn't the last time i listened to my recorded voice.

A couple of weeks back on a Sunday, after watching movies all the night, i lazily made my way to Indiranagar. Afternoon was well spent as Manoz and me went out for lunch with Pradeep to a new biriyani place(?) in Jeevan Bheema Nagar. After dusk, as Subba and me chit chatting in front of television, Manoz just came back totally pumped up after his workout. Not sure what struck him, it was him who started recording our voices on laptop. This time it wasn't awkward. There was no hint of inconvenience. It was pure fun.. What you hear when you speak in not exactly what is heard by others. And we were totally bursting out in laughter listening to ourselves.. More than the laptop, it was the cell phone that recorded our true voices as judged by others.

The walk to corner House for a DBC or a Cake Fudge becomes mandatory every time i am there at IndiraNagar. This time, health conscious Manoz accompanied us.