Ah, good to be back. When we're young, we do get in some awkward situations. And yes, I've been there too.
This is an incident which happened to me when I was in Ahmedabad. It's my cousin bro Naga's favourite one.The Ahmedabad life. When we were there, we were not that good with Neighbours. We lived in a apartment named AmarKunj (Ahem!). A really nice apartment with pillars supporting us and guarding us from the deadly Earthquakes. I never really knew anyone's name in that apartment except for the one name Parish Bhai. I think he was in-charge of the whole building. I only remember when he called all of us for a meeting (I'll definitely blog that one)
As we were Tamil people, we had less interaction with the neighbours. But we had company. Two other families just like us nearby ( a small walk can take us there ). Mom was friends with them and she had two or there Ahmedabainan friends. The flats behind our building was where Vidhuran's school mate cum friend Harsh lived. My Mom had a slight friendship with her and the important person- Pooja. Or as I call her- Pooja Aunty!
I didn't know where she lived. I didn't need to know. As my mom was a friend of hers, Pooja aunty had once given some food dish as a symbol of friendship (is it?) in a small utensil. The Utensil is the thing that the servers keep Sambar in big hotels. You know about that? Small well-like.
I never am good at finding homes when Directions are given. At that time I was way too worse than now. When someone gives you some utensil and some food or whatever, you slurp it up. What do you do then?
Put it in the Trash Can? No. You return it to the owner. We had already emptied the dish and it was time for us to return it. It'd been way more better if my Mom had returned that Metal. But fate has its own ways of acting every time. It's play was set on me.
My mom wanted me to give it back to her. Mom gave me instructions of how to get to her home; Brain stored it ( Well, not exactly ); I started walking. I don't remember the roads now but I remember the surrounding where I standing confused unable to recollect what my Mom had instructed.
Damn it, Brain. Well, if it'd been now, I would've called my Mom and reached the right place. No phones then. So, totally helpless. Can't walk back to home. Mom will shout.
So there I was. Near the apartments. Wondering which block to enter into. Yes, this one is what my mom told ( It was not the one ). I climbed up the stairs with fear. Why was I fearing? Because you don't really know whom you're gonna encounter. And you are not sure whether I'll end up at the proper destination. And I am climbing up with that utensil in hand. Like a scared little duck ( now that's a metaphor ).
I reached for the door. I could hear loud cheering inside. I hoped either they were having a party ( I couldn't have judged this. Because I didn't know what a part was but I know now!) or they were watching a Cricket or a Football match. I might have given a knock or a Ring on their bell which I don't have in mind now. But what I remember is that a Man opened the door. He was in his early 20s. He seemed Happy. He was not looking at me.
I wasn't sure that this was Pooja Aunty's home. So I asked, "Pooja Aunty?"
He replied simply, "Nahi Nahi Jaav Jaav"
I was puzzled. Why did he say that?? I couldn't really get that at that time. Finally I found her home and gave her the Metal that belonged to her. When I was on my way back to home, I had some time to think. With repeated questions to the brain, the brain found the answer.
That Bastard. He had thought I was some Begger. He didn't really hear me what I was asking for. In which planet does a Begger come and knock on the door and ask for alms and that too saying "Pooja Aunty?". Not in any of the million galaxies. Actually he was not interested in checking on to me as he was more busy with the Match or whatever he was watching. Since what he saw was a small boy knocking on the door, he would have thought of me as a Beggar. Even if I had been him, I'd have guessed the same.
It's bad to blame him anyways. I was dressed bad and with that utensil in my hand- I sure would've looked like one. Awkward awkward awkward. But happy that I am not dressing like that now.
Guys, when you go out. Dress properly. Don't get a Beggar title like me (Ha!)
Screw you, Past Guhan!
This is an incident which happened to me when I was in Ahmedabad. It's my cousin bro Naga's favourite one.The Ahmedabad life. When we were there, we were not that good with Neighbours. We lived in a apartment named AmarKunj (Ahem!). A really nice apartment with pillars supporting us and guarding us from the deadly Earthquakes. I never really knew anyone's name in that apartment except for the one name Parish Bhai. I think he was in-charge of the whole building. I only remember when he called all of us for a meeting (I'll definitely blog that one)
As we were Tamil people, we had less interaction with the neighbours. But we had company. Two other families just like us nearby ( a small walk can take us there ). Mom was friends with them and she had two or there Ahmedabainan friends. The flats behind our building was where Vidhuran's school mate cum friend Harsh lived. My Mom had a slight friendship with her and the important person- Pooja. Or as I call her- Pooja Aunty!
I didn't know where she lived. I didn't need to know. As my mom was a friend of hers, Pooja aunty had once given some food dish as a symbol of friendship (is it?) in a small utensil. The Utensil is the thing that the servers keep Sambar in big hotels. You know about that? Small well-like.
I never am good at finding homes when Directions are given. At that time I was way too worse than now. When someone gives you some utensil and some food or whatever, you slurp it up. What do you do then?
Put it in the Trash Can? No. You return it to the owner. We had already emptied the dish and it was time for us to return it. It'd been way more better if my Mom had returned that Metal. But fate has its own ways of acting every time. It's play was set on me.
My mom wanted me to give it back to her. Mom gave me instructions of how to get to her home; Brain stored it ( Well, not exactly ); I started walking. I don't remember the roads now but I remember the surrounding where I standing confused unable to recollect what my Mom had instructed.
Damn it, Brain. Well, if it'd been now, I would've called my Mom and reached the right place. No phones then. So, totally helpless. Can't walk back to home. Mom will shout.
So there I was. Near the apartments. Wondering which block to enter into. Yes, this one is what my mom told ( It was not the one ). I climbed up the stairs with fear. Why was I fearing? Because you don't really know whom you're gonna encounter. And you are not sure whether I'll end up at the proper destination. And I am climbing up with that utensil in hand. Like a scared little duck ( now that's a metaphor ).
I reached for the door. I could hear loud cheering inside. I hoped either they were having a party ( I couldn't have judged this. Because I didn't know what a part was but I know now!) or they were watching a Cricket or a Football match. I might have given a knock or a Ring on their bell which I don't have in mind now. But what I remember is that a Man opened the door. He was in his early 20s. He seemed Happy. He was not looking at me.
I wasn't sure that this was Pooja Aunty's home. So I asked, "Pooja Aunty?"
He replied simply, "Nahi Nahi Jaav Jaav"
I was puzzled. Why did he say that?? I couldn't really get that at that time. Finally I found her home and gave her the Metal that belonged to her. When I was on my way back to home, I had some time to think. With repeated questions to the brain, the brain found the answer.
That Bastard. He had thought I was some Begger. He didn't really hear me what I was asking for. In which planet does a Begger come and knock on the door and ask for alms and that too saying "Pooja Aunty?". Not in any of the million galaxies. Actually he was not interested in checking on to me as he was more busy with the Match or whatever he was watching. Since what he saw was a small boy knocking on the door, he would have thought of me as a Beggar. Even if I had been him, I'd have guessed the same.
It's bad to blame him anyways. I was dressed bad and with that utensil in my hand- I sure would've looked like one. Awkward awkward awkward. But happy that I am not dressing like that now.
Guys, when you go out. Dress properly. Don't get a Beggar title like me (Ha!)
Screw you, Past Guhan!
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