How you talk says a lot about what you think. That’s what one of the Agatha Christie’s pointed out to me. So if you are the kind of person who says ‘ I wish I could get rid of my wife’. Even as a joke. You might as well be the person who brained, hacked and hid her remains- even if you have all the alibis in the world.
Where is all this leading us? To Vikram of course.
Vikram, my husband, long suffering according to him and long tormenting according to me. The basis of a solid marriage according to others.
Well, one day we went on a trip. Along the way Vikram got a call from a guy, I’ll call X. X asked Vikram how long he would take and where he would stay. The purpose of the trip was to meet X and we (Vanya and I) were there for the scenery. Vikram said he would meet him soon, verbatim it was:
“ Ya, as soon as I dump err.. park them umm.. leave them in the hotel”
Swwwweeet
Now you know why I thought of Agatha Christie.
Friday, 12 March 2010
The daily grind- Aunties
The aunty brigade is at it again.
I know I have crossed the thirties barrier, but the aunties still exist. The main mark of the aunties is their extreme confidence, they can talk back to shop keepers, workers, car drivers and every other person they meet to get their work done. It is unimaginable to me. If I tell my maid that she needs to revamp her working style, after ten minutes I will praise her on cooking the dal. Phew. I need to learn from these aunties, they shout at their helpers and don’t panic.
Today was so quaint. The aunty, huge enough to rule alone in the auto rickshaw, ordered the auto driver, to stop and choose vegetables for her. And he did. The guy even turned around to show her the vegetables he was picking, so that she could make the final choice. Amazing. My idol;)
I know I have crossed the thirties barrier, but the aunties still exist. The main mark of the aunties is their extreme confidence, they can talk back to shop keepers, workers, car drivers and every other person they meet to get their work done. It is unimaginable to me. If I tell my maid that she needs to revamp her working style, after ten minutes I will praise her on cooking the dal. Phew. I need to learn from these aunties, they shout at their helpers and don’t panic.
Today was so quaint. The aunty, huge enough to rule alone in the auto rickshaw, ordered the auto driver, to stop and choose vegetables for her. And he did. The guy even turned around to show her the vegetables he was picking, so that she could make the final choice. Amazing. My idol;)
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