Problem in hand...

One spends the evening pondering how to solve the problem in hand - I mean, the problem in real hand. Not for the first time, but for the umpteenth time. After having enough experience in tripping, falling and slipping stuffs from hands, one matures to the next level by dropping a whole plate of just-cooked rice with effortless ease, spilling all over the place. The next half hour is spent diligently and actively cleaning the carpet, to leave behind nothing but an aggravating back pain and an empty bottle of gatorade.

The plate almost would have fallen and broken into pieces, but one sprucely averts such an act at the last moment with some smart juggling act, to end up with the plate being upside down in the hands and whole lot of saadham all over the floor. But hey, the plate was saved. And during the whole episode and holding on to the plates in criss-crossed hands (thanks to the impromptu juggling - seemed like it might take a while to unfold the hands!), one ends up laughing his heart out, as the already confused roommate gets all the more confused not sure whether to help clean the carpet or to cook more rice or to join in the laughter, as such a situation is otherwise considered a repentant one.

Shouldn't one look above and say, "God, yaa You sitting up there, listen carefully - the jelly hands You have blessed me with - first of all, thank you very much for that. And be informed that there is nothing in this world that I have touched and not slipped from my hands. And You better have an answer for every single slip, when I meet you! Alright?"?