One fine afternoon...I was feeling sleepy...All of a sudden ma mom declared that I should join her to her friend’s house...GRRRRRRRRR…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…I said...But after a lot of persuasions and threats I went with her...The host is ma amma’s friend whose son is back home after being abroad for sometime...He is ma childhood buddy...But after 2nd standard we departed as his father got transfer to Calicut and later this child hood bandha moved abroad for his MBA..
We entered the house as the aunt came greeting us...we sat in the sofa that the usual comment came “Chechi...Sangita has grown up...Years passed just like that Na?”...I sat there smiling as ma eyes ran over the photos and trophies kept in the show case...Amma and aunty got busy in the conversation..So I got up to see the photos kept there...As I was reading one of the trophies there came the aunt’s voice...”U know titu (her son) got that for football match...” I said “ok good “...As ma eyes moved on to the next, there came again “Titu got it for the debate in twelfth”... ”ok...Nice aunty”...I replied...I knew if I dared to go for the next trophies I would have to be in the the “prize distribution name calling scenes” again and again...So I came back to ma seat...Still I could hear again and again “Tittu did that, Tittu did this...”HMMM...I was so bored that I asked “Amma can we move?”..
Aunty came with a sweet smile “Sangita has come home after long...And am seeing ma friend (my amma) after a long time..We have a lot to talk...And you haven’t met tittu Na? Wait he will be back...Went to his friend...”...”ok “ I sighed…I was thinking what to think….There was an aquarium near to me...so I went and gazed at the golden fish in it..
There came our hero “tittu”…A fair lean guy, hmmm 5 9” I guess, donning a goatie and spiked hair appeared…He saw me, smiled and went to his room upstairs...Aunty came calling “Tittu… Come down fast...Sangita and aunty have come after long time...” “Wait moms...Am changing...” Came the reply...TADAA... Pardesi baabu was rolling up his sleeves while he was coming down…He rushed to the divan kept in the drawing hall and asked me “Sangita right? It’s been years since I met u...Right? ”… I thought to myself ”yeh right ka baccha GRRRRRR”... I said “yes “... He went to the kitchen, had a chit chat there and came back with pappads in his hand...He came to me and gave me one...I was about to say “No thanks I usually don’t have oily foods”...But thinking about this “right ka baccha” I received it...Aunty and amma came “Monu do u remember sangita...??Whom you used to call “sangeee”?? ”and both of them laughed...The right ka baccha laughed and nodded; so I gave a fake smile…”Sangee is bored...Show her our house “…“its ok auntie...”
“Come on, I will show you around “He invited ...I went to rooms one by one...He talked to me about he culture both Indian and American, food, education, football match, restaurants and blabla..The guy is smart I thought…He showed me his room...I could say it was so neatly and orderly arranged and his comment on his room was like “You know it’s a boy’s room… So don’t expect neatness and arrangement like you girls“...I thought “Abhe right k Bache...If you enter ma room you would think you have entered a forest “...We sat in the sofa and he asked me “Why are you quiet? Ask me something Sangita, I remember you as a chatter box...Well you are so silent now...You are an IT ian now and IT guys do speak a lot I guess …Is this some sort of a starting problem? “... “Well umm so you have grown up… ummm... You have a moustache and goatie now “...He giggled and said “uhh yes ...Well you have also...You have turned into o a beautiful swan “… I thought “what does it mean? That I was an ugly duckling? Anyways “...I giggled...
We joined aunty and amma in the drawing hall …They were talking about everything under the sun I guess. The topic then was old age homes ... Aunt was telling “You know Pushpa (ma amma), the old age homes where today’s children dump their parents? Weird places where there are no facilities or proper food...I know I read an article about this”...Ma amma and I were listening to it while the tittu’s comment came all of a sudden “Don’t worry mamma, when I go to get you guys admitted therein old age homes, I will damn make sure that it’s facilities are of five stars’ “… WHACK!!!!!!!!!….
I and amma couldn’t stop laughing …While the aunt sat there sweating profusely…..Pardesi baabu was stretching his legs then….