The setting rays of the sun caressed the Gulmohars outside our living room on their way into it, bouncing off the carnations in the vase, off the chinese candle stand, off the Laughing Buddha which, the missus never tired of reminding me, had once been mistaken for a likeness of me by my elderly aunt, and off the tall glass full of chilled beer that had manifested itself taking advantage of the missus' absence, she having gone to the spa for a beauty treatment.
The boys were supposed to study for their upcoming exams.
"Make sure they don't watch TV and all" the missus had instructed me before she left.
The lads, of course, switched on the thing the moment they heard her drive off.
"Boys, you are going to get me into serious trouble"
"Chill, Annie! She's got an appointment for a manicure, a pedicure and a hair wash. Two hours, pukka"
"No. no, last time she came back in 45 minutes"
"Chill, Annie. Anyway, she wasn't serious"
"What do you mean, not serious? Not serious about what?"
"Not serious about this "Don't let them watch TV" business. She has a different tone when she's serious. A bit like a 600 cc motorcycle"
"I don't think so. 600 cc motorcycle forsooth! Please switch it off and go into your room"
"Chill, Annie"
"For the last time" I told them, in an icy manner I reserve for sarcasm, "I will have you know that I am not equipped with a compressor and cooling coils. Chill, it seems!"
Wasted, of course. The boys were riveted onto the screen. Some species of cricket was going on. An old classic match. There was some Hindi commentary rolling along.
Very wordy, Hindi commentary, for some reason, atleast back then. They liked to describe every single thing that happened on the screen. "Now he's picked the ball. Now he's transferred it to his other hand. Now he is rubbing it on the back of his trouser." Dude!
Anyway, coming back to the res, the younger guy piped up
"Annie, what's Salaami Ballebaaz?"
"Er, opening batsmen I think. boys, would you consider switching the TV off ?"
"Annie, look at it this way. If Amma walks in now, she will see us watching the TV and yell at us. You know what that means, no?"
"What?"
"She won't notice you've poured yourself a beer"
Checkmate.
"Annie, why is that guy not hooking the bouncers?"
The boys were watching Sourav Ganguly and his legendary shyness towards fast, short pitched balls directed at the coconut.
"He's a bit afraid of short pitched balls, old Sourav is! But a splendid player of the fuller deliveries. His cover drives are the stuff of legend!"
"Haha! He'd be the right brand ambassador for Venky's!"
"Venky's?"
"He's an opening batsman, right?"
"Er, yes.."
"And a fraidy cat"
"I guess so, yes.."
"There you are. Chicken Salaami"
I groaned but before I could clout the lad a richly deserved one, the door opened and the missus entered. She got a call from the spa while she was on her way there, apparently, to the effect that the appointment was cancelled because of the non availability of the manicure guy.
There was what they call a pregnant pause.
"What's all this?"
We rightly recognized this to be a rhetorical question.
A little monologue was delivered on the subject of irresponsible children who have no sense of responsibility and on even more irresponsible fathers who have absolutely no idea what parenting is all about.
But the boys were right about one thing.
She never noticed the beer.
The boys were supposed to study for their upcoming exams.
"Make sure they don't watch TV and all" the missus had instructed me before she left.
The lads, of course, switched on the thing the moment they heard her drive off.
"Boys, you are going to get me into serious trouble"
"Chill, Annie! She's got an appointment for a manicure, a pedicure and a hair wash. Two hours, pukka"
"No. no, last time she came back in 45 minutes"
"Chill, Annie. Anyway, she wasn't serious"
"What do you mean, not serious? Not serious about what?"
"Not serious about this "Don't let them watch TV" business. She has a different tone when she's serious. A bit like a 600 cc motorcycle"
"I don't think so. 600 cc motorcycle forsooth! Please switch it off and go into your room"
"Chill, Annie"
"For the last time" I told them, in an icy manner I reserve for sarcasm, "I will have you know that I am not equipped with a compressor and cooling coils. Chill, it seems!"
Wasted, of course. The boys were riveted onto the screen. Some species of cricket was going on. An old classic match. There was some Hindi commentary rolling along.
Very wordy, Hindi commentary, for some reason, atleast back then. They liked to describe every single thing that happened on the screen. "Now he's picked the ball. Now he's transferred it to his other hand. Now he is rubbing it on the back of his trouser." Dude!
Anyway, coming back to the res, the younger guy piped up
"Annie, what's Salaami Ballebaaz?"
"Er, opening batsmen I think. boys, would you consider switching the TV off ?"
"Annie, look at it this way. If Amma walks in now, she will see us watching the TV and yell at us. You know what that means, no?"
"What?"
"She won't notice you've poured yourself a beer"
Checkmate.
"Annie, why is that guy not hooking the bouncers?"
The boys were watching Sourav Ganguly and his legendary shyness towards fast, short pitched balls directed at the coconut.
"He's a bit afraid of short pitched balls, old Sourav is! But a splendid player of the fuller deliveries. His cover drives are the stuff of legend!"
"Haha! He'd be the right brand ambassador for Venky's!"
"Venky's?"
"He's an opening batsman, right?"
"Er, yes.."
"And a fraidy cat"
"I guess so, yes.."
"There you are. Chicken Salaami"
I groaned but before I could clout the lad a richly deserved one, the door opened and the missus entered. She got a call from the spa while she was on her way there, apparently, to the effect that the appointment was cancelled because of the non availability of the manicure guy.
There was what they call a pregnant pause.
"What's all this?"
We rightly recognized this to be a rhetorical question.
A little monologue was delivered on the subject of irresponsible children who have no sense of responsibility and on even more irresponsible fathers who have absolutely no idea what parenting is all about.
But the boys were right about one thing.
She never noticed the beer.
10 comments:
It's in the genes, I tell ya! And lovely beginning to the post, Sir.
I want to spend a day at your home. :)
Poor Sourav :D
Bhel
And then in an uncharacteristic move, she read my post. I suspect it is the task of the younger one. The beer bottle sized bruise still hurts!
Laughed all the way!
Nothing P about it! Great writing :-)
By law of transitivity with B = Laughing Buddha, we appear to be #sameguy
Lovely assessment of Sourav :)
I agree with vineet. I also want to spend a day at your home but I want to be invisible.
ha ha ha
you need to put a like button after your post as in facebook
I love your household!!! And the blog as well. ofc. :)
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