Some memories make u laugh, some make u feel disgusted , some make u feel lighter and so on.But some of them are just bizarre, when they streak off somewhere in ur mind, u feel the objectiveness of the emotions associated with them. They are not exactly inexplicable but deciphering them is definitely incomprehensible .
In my engineering years, the bad part was always coming back home for a long period.This memory is associated with the 2 month vacation before the start of the final year of engg. being home meant getting robbed of ur dignity and all the good habits I had acquired staying away from home. for that articular period I had to give up my new ways of life, which are definitely procrastination and apathy . Not only this, with all the sorrows the compulsion to get up early in the morning was also there and helping family people out in their daily chores, which was really painful .
So one fine evening, my lazybums were ordered to bring some 2-3 kg yellow sugar, I went to the nearby store and while coming back I thought of taking a long route rather then the obvious one.
I had my earphones on as well, because I had acquired a new mp3 player recently. One thing which is very particular about the area where I live is that there are ot of old people, so quite a peaceful place but yes their whining also get started at the drop of the hat.
Here i was walking ,within a distance of 25 m I saw Mrs.Kaur(Kaur Aunty) .Now something about her. She is 60-70 year old, with very visible mustache and beard ;) She stays alone and prefers to do all her work on her own. she has been living here for past 30 years,and she has always looked the same since I was in 1st or 2nd standard.she has a hobby also, any tennis ball or plastic ball(andaa) which touches her by mistake ,she will keep it , any ball if ever dropped in her porch will be lost forever, because she will keep it. by this time, i suppose she must have 2-3 thousand tennis balls with her. she whines a lot . So i was walking and she was in very visible range. she was having a vessel o carry the milk and it was filled with milk as it was visible from the condensation drops outside the vessel.
A weird thought ran across my mind, what will happen if i hit my bag containing sugar with her vessel.I just had thought this, the next moment I heard a cacophony punjabi reprimanding someone and bad luck, that some one was me only. There must have been some bad coordination among the brain and the reflexes generated , as this time it had happened simultaneously, as it was very visible from the spilled milk on the road.
The cacophony was getting mixed up with the voice from the mp3 player,which was playing some English song, but whatever it was the song and the cacophony mix was not a promising one.I unplugged my ears, and aunty's voice became more clear.As such scenes were quite common with Kaur aunty, so people kept themselves to their business, except some typical aunty type stuff, who came to her rescue,they were 3 in number.
One voice: auntyji , u are not hurt, are you?
Mrs K: hai, mera doodh gir gaya.(milk is spilled)
Mrs K: munde tenu jedi tameez ni hegi, ki apna thaila hila hila ke chalda peya ae.(dont u have manners, why are u swaying ur bag like this)
me: sorry aunty, wo pata nai kaise lag gaya aapko, mein pay kar deta hoon
Mrs K : aajkal ke bachya noo, jara tameez hegi ee nai, vekho mainu paise denda peya aye.
Kaanan vich taaran paaye hue, kamle bande firde hain.( children today dont have iota of manners in them, just keep their ears plugged with earphones, and see he is offering money to me for his mistake)
me: searching for money in the pockets ;p
with this and some more whining she mend her way and i started to mine.
Sometimes when i reflect upon this incident i never understand why and what made me to do that act , funny act i mean , what exactly leadto the discoordination.
but whatever it was it was funny(for me at least)
