Hot is not the word to describe the climate in Chennai…loss (got trashed) in a football match made it worse. I landed back home in my Fiat UNO…a li’l untidy literally means…I have not cleaned my car it for ages. I drove slowly through my street to my allotted parking space. Not a soul in the vicinity except for a little boy playin with a tennis ball…pitchin it around just in front of my “allotted parking space”.
For a little background…
My movements are always noted...the time I leave, the way I walk, the type of attire, the kind of hair style, the kind of stuffs I carry, the way I smile, the way I frown, the objects I gaze at, the side I look at, the person I go out with, the person I come home with, the time I come. Especially noted by the woman kind, not coz of celebrity status but coz I am a bachelor. My fellow bachelors would agree with me.
A bachelor is a man above the age of majority who has never been married (see single).
-source http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bachelor
A bachelor is a man whose presence may distract young woman married/ unmarried and entry or exit will always bring disarray to the surrounding houses
-source housewives gathering at the end of every street
I brought my car to halt, applied the hand break and switched off the engine. Heat and the result of the football match driving me nuts…I quickly stepped out of my car.
“Uncle…uncle”…it was the kid with the tennis ball. As I described earlier…there was no soul in the vicinity and I wondered which uncle had ventured into the street in the blazing heat and visible only to the kid.
I turned to the kid to find who he was referring to...by this time the “uncle” count had crossed ten…
I looked at him...he was staring right back at me and his mouth opened…the word which came out of his mouth fell right into my ears with no distortion…it was a loud and clear “UNCLE”. I wanted to place an impression of my knuckles on top of his head…but my bachelor tag stopped me…
I recovered from that insult and quietly asked him what he wanted from me…
He pointed to my car and asked “Is that a two wheeler?” now, that reached my wits end…I gathered my patience and answered, “No, it is a four wheeler”. The kid had a sarcastic smile and asked “is it?”… I felt like walloping the kid but I only managed wear a smile on my face and two hard slaps on his back as if I was patting him and said “Good boy”.
I scooted out of the place…and back home, I gave it a second thought
…may be I am growing older…not to the extent of being called “uncle” by a kid…
…may be its time to change my car…not that my car does not have 4 wheels…
Sometimes these kids speak daring things that pricks…check this video of Art Linkletter if you have time…
For a little background…
My movements are always noted...the time I leave, the way I walk, the type of attire, the kind of hair style, the kind of stuffs I carry, the way I smile, the way I frown, the objects I gaze at, the side I look at, the person I go out with, the person I come home with, the time I come. Especially noted by the woman kind, not coz of celebrity status but coz I am a bachelor. My fellow bachelors would agree with me.
A bachelor is a man above the age of majority who has never been married (see single).
-source http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bachelor
A bachelor is a man whose presence may distract young woman married/ unmarried and entry or exit will always bring disarray to the surrounding houses
-source housewives gathering at the end of every street
I brought my car to halt, applied the hand break and switched off the engine. Heat and the result of the football match driving me nuts…I quickly stepped out of my car.
“Uncle…uncle”…it was the kid with the tennis ball. As I described earlier…there was no soul in the vicinity and I wondered which uncle had ventured into the street in the blazing heat and visible only to the kid.
I turned to the kid to find who he was referring to...by this time the “uncle” count had crossed ten…
I looked at him...he was staring right back at me and his mouth opened…the word which came out of his mouth fell right into my ears with no distortion…it was a loud and clear “UNCLE”. I wanted to place an impression of my knuckles on top of his head…but my bachelor tag stopped me…
I recovered from that insult and quietly asked him what he wanted from me…
He pointed to my car and asked “Is that a two wheeler?” now, that reached my wits end…I gathered my patience and answered, “No, it is a four wheeler”. The kid had a sarcastic smile and asked “is it?”… I felt like walloping the kid but I only managed wear a smile on my face and two hard slaps on his back as if I was patting him and said “Good boy”.
I scooted out of the place…and back home, I gave it a second thought
…may be I am growing older…not to the extent of being called “uncle” by a kid…
…may be its time to change my car…not that my car does not have 4 wheels…
Sometimes these kids speak daring things that pricks…check this video of Art Linkletter if you have time…
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