GrAnnY's RuLe
Whenever I sit down to reflect I wonder If I should have been a clown in the circus… cos somehow I always manage to embarrass myself without really trying too hard…
“Naango” (naked). That’s what my granny calls me when I am wearing shorts... I was sitting in the room with granny at the other end when some unemployed relatives with young daughters got this huge urge to come over.. They just have to when I am home,, they just cant seem to find time in the other 23 hours... just after granny took their call she looks at me like I screwed up something again ...what??? I asked as I put on my "totally clueless as usual" look, she muttered in gujarati.. "Jaa jaa naaanga.. Thoda kapda peheri le" (go and wear some clothes).. What!!!!!! ... Wasn’t this exactly what our ancestors wore a couple of hundred years back.. What’s wrong in following traditions?? .. I agree leaves could fall off and embarrass me but since I’m pretty used to such situations it wouldn’t really bother,, besides these are made of cotton and has an Indian elastic it wont fall unless I get up.. Which none the less will be a precautionary measure..
But granny is so headstrong that she wont understand my point.. I cant take this shit any long.. I am going to stand up for myself..,, i refused to bow down to granny’s authoritarian ways.. I will not tolerate injustice and I believe in democracy.. Freedom to choose, Freedom to wear and freedom not to wear. I am sure it has been mentioned somewhere in the constitution.. I don’t have a copy but I am sure somebody must’ve read it there … I used to be a big fan of gandhiji in my college days and I believe in dialogues as an efficient tool to settle disputes. I walked up to her while she looked at me,, I put down my proposal hinting at a solution after due rounds of negotiations and settlements.. Just moments later I found myself on the toilet seat..
My granny happened to be a big fan of Indira Gandhi’s style of democracy, which i apparently didn't know.
Well like u must’ve guessed.. It wasn’t the first time I screwed it up. She’s finicky about details and somehow that gene didn’t really pass down to me … like when she wants sugar.. u better give her sugar .. Cos I’d spent some more time in the loo the last time when I put salt in her tea… they looked the same.. And humans make mistakes.. But she wont understand.. and its her fault .. she put salt an sugar on the same table.
And she expects me to be perfect all the time … like the last time she asked me to break some eggs … I did. But the genius that I am I found a novel way of doing it. Actually I didn’t, the eggs committed suicide.. They banged into each other in the bag and there was nothing I could do but to pick the shell out piece by piece from the bag and fry it up before she sees it … she saw me doing it. Minutes later I was resting my ass on the toilet seat again :(
“Naango” (naked). That’s what my granny calls me when I am wearing shorts... I was sitting in the room with granny at the other end when some unemployed relatives with young daughters got this huge urge to come over.. They just have to when I am home,, they just cant seem to find time in the other 23 hours... just after granny took their call she looks at me like I screwed up something again ...what??? I asked as I put on my "totally clueless as usual" look, she muttered in gujarati.. "Jaa jaa naaanga.. Thoda kapda peheri le" (go and wear some clothes).. What!!!!!! ... Wasn’t this exactly what our ancestors wore a couple of hundred years back.. What’s wrong in following traditions?? .. I agree leaves could fall off and embarrass me but since I’m pretty used to such situations it wouldn’t really bother,, besides these are made of cotton and has an Indian elastic it wont fall unless I get up.. Which none the less will be a precautionary measure..
But granny is so headstrong that she wont understand my point.. I cant take this shit any long.. I am going to stand up for myself..,, i refused to bow down to granny’s authoritarian ways.. I will not tolerate injustice and I believe in democracy.. Freedom to choose, Freedom to wear and freedom not to wear. I am sure it has been mentioned somewhere in the constitution.. I don’t have a copy but I am sure somebody must’ve read it there … I used to be a big fan of gandhiji in my college days and I believe in dialogues as an efficient tool to settle disputes. I walked up to her while she looked at me,, I put down my proposal hinting at a solution after due rounds of negotiations and settlements.. Just moments later I found myself on the toilet seat..
My granny happened to be a big fan of Indira Gandhi’s style of democracy, which i apparently didn't know.
Well like u must’ve guessed.. It wasn’t the first time I screwed it up. She’s finicky about details and somehow that gene didn’t really pass down to me … like when she wants sugar.. u better give her sugar .. Cos I’d spent some more time in the loo the last time when I put salt in her tea… they looked the same.. And humans make mistakes.. But she wont understand.. and its her fault .. she put salt an sugar on the same table.
And she expects me to be perfect all the time … like the last time she asked me to break some eggs … I did. But the genius that I am I found a novel way of doing it. Actually I didn’t, the eggs committed suicide.. They banged into each other in the bag and there was nothing I could do but to pick the shell out piece by piece from the bag and fry it up before she sees it … she saw me doing it. Minutes later I was resting my ass on the toilet seat again :(
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