Some vestigial feelings

Now, back home my mother offered me some sweets. Politely I refused. Small gesture! Isn't it?

Unfortunately it wasn't so in my mother's view!It was "Besan Ka Ladoo"- my favourite! And the interrogation began...

Mom: Are you OK?
Me: yes
Mom: Toothache?
Me: No
Mom: Isn't it Good?
Me: No. It's fine.
Mom: Then why aren't you taking it? Surprised at my refusal since I have always had a sweet tooth!
Me: I have stopped taking sweets!

Now, this simple statement turned the line of fire to my father. "Look your son has stopped taking sweets. he has reduced his sugar intake, and has become health conscious! And you at the age of 50+ is taking so much of sugar and fat with all the milk and cream!

I felt sorry for Dad! Poor chap! getting all stuff for no fault of his.

Now, i am not health conscious at all. It's just that I hate looking at sweets now. I couldn't tell the reason to Mom for this sudden change but I could tell it here. I am more or less anonymous and nobody ever reads my blog . So it's quite safe.

After much of request, Nadira my sweetest, my "khoob bhalo mishti" finally decided to meet me for the last time. Our last few conversation were more of a fight and in probably the most coward way possible i.e on online chat.

I guess, she must have prepared for all the accusation that she expected me to make and some more. OK, I confess I am sarcastic even to her and I did think to give her a piece of my mind. So what are you gonna shoot me???

But hello, this was supposedly our last meeting, right? So it should be sweet. Isn't It? And finally we met, I was all cordial, friendly and I believe not sarcastic at all. Though I wouldn't place my bet on the last thing! The point is it's not easy to be angry when you look at her! This girl has me walking on the air and so does Sushmita Sen, Rekha, and Latitia Casta. It's all male hormones I guess!!!

Anyway, this was not she expected in all probability! I gave her a box of chocolate, (by asking her to hold it for me.) And hell, It's difficult to hold and just hold a box of open chocolate especially when someone rubs you with a statement, "It's a crime to refuse a chocolate"

Where was I? Ah yes Chocolate! So it wasn't a bad evening. Crucify anyone who calls it a "date"? She offered me a piece and look at her daring, she used my punchline: "It's a crime to refuse a chocolate." Doesn't she know it's patented and copyright protected? And instinctly, my hand made a movement only to stop...

My inside were paining as if put on fire. Just as they do as I write. Some volcano erupted inside me as its molten lava burnt my inside. A gag and a clot formed in my throat. And my mind said...

"I know it's has been a great evening for you. I have been all friendly, courteous, and chivalrous etc (Suggest me some more adjective, I got to build a rep.)No accusation, and most of all this is the last time you are going to see the most irritating, useless, worthless and unimportant character in your life. ( Got to write these stuff makes it more appealing to the readers especially the females. God knows what will I do to get more hits!) And I also know that you would rather be caught dead than be seen with me. Fair enough! (So noble of me!!!) But that doesn't mean you go on distributing sweets on road! Least of all to me!"

And the same feeling continues even today. Where is my cigarette? You may call this "burning feeling" as Love, Sadness, depression, desperation or any other thing you like I call it plain and simple "Acidity". I should not have skipped my meal ... Didn't I tell you I am not health conscious at all!!!

Stumped by Innocence

Well all those who have stumbled upon my blog ... let me warn you there are hell lot of craps lined up but I have not posted up probably very soon but not today.. The other day I was wondering whether kids of today are really innocent that we expect them to be. I have seen such a lot of superficial comments that really makes me think that slowly but surely kids are being corrupted and becoming more and more world wise ... by which I mean, that the innocence we look in kids, that non-malign open heart feeling is lost. However three incidents reaffirm my faith that there is hope and corrupted innocence is innocent too.

During one of my Pune trip, I came to Alka Talkies. Now when I used to stay in Pune, it was one of the two halls that used to screen English movies. I bet I paid more time in Alka than in my college so u can imagine my nostalgic feelings. So we bought tickets Die hard 4 and suddenly this street urchin springs up and asks me for some money. His excuse like hadn't eaten the whole day and kind of stuff. Now please I can't be fooled, but I look at his face - a cute one and offer him all the change I had. And lo, he takes the money and starts jumping and says now I am going to watch movie too!!! Shows me some folded 10 Rs note that he had collected from others. Innocent isn't it? Corrupted by society but innocent!!!

The second incident happened a few years ago... I happened to attend a party thrown by one of my parents acquaintance much against my wish. It was such a bore as I barely knew anybody there. Now, this party had only one attraction - our host's stunning daughter. "Rascal", you say. Thank you very much! I had nothing to do so I offered to help our host by offering to ensure that her young son drinks milk - Sadistic pleasure. So here starts my trouble, after trying everything and failing miserably I took my last gamble. I switched on cartoon channel and referred to the strong body of some super hero. I go on GA GA over his strong body and said it came from drinking milk. Then I pointed to my body and said I don't have a good chest because I didn't drink milk. The young chap was showing interest. And then came my master stroke, I said, " You know when you drink milk half of it goes to your right chest and half to your left chest so you great strong muscular chest. The more you drink milk the more muscular and prominent chest you have." Mission Accomplished!!! the young chap was drinking milk... Suddenly he stopped. I asked what happened - he said, "bhaiya us hisab se to didi to sab se jyad doodh peeti hogi" Roughly translated in english, "Bro by that logic my sister must be drinking the most of milk". I simply stood up and ran away. Innocent again!

Third incident involves my younger brother.. He had just been admitted to school in Lower KG and on his return from school on the second day, I still remember the conversation we had. And his monosyllables haven't changed till now. ( he is STD 10 )
Me: school mein kya hua? ( what happened in school?)
Bro: kuch nahin (Nothing)
Me: Miss kuch boli? ( Did your teacher say something?)
Bro: haan boli ( Yes she said)
Me : kya boli? ( what did she say?)
Bro: budhu! (stupid!)
Me : kyon? ( why?)
Bro: hum nahin likh rahe the (I was not writing anything)
Me: (Hugging him) Agar samajh mein aa nahi raha that to pooch lete. Agali bar samajh mein nahi aye to pooch lena fir likh lena. ( if you did not understand you should have asked your teacher. Next time ask her and then you write.)
Bro: (Angrily) roj roj kya " A hi likhte rahenge. Do din se sirf A. Hum budhu hain ki woh hai? har roj A! bas gussa ke hum sabn likh diye A-Z. ( everyday should I write only "A". Since 2 days I have been writing only A. Am I stupid or she is? everyday A! So in anger I wrote all . A-Z )

Cruel On our part to teach a toddler A, B without him knowing what it means. It's like donkey's work! Sadly enough it still remains the most used method and perhaps the only way!!!