Grandma, My girl-friend and Me..!!

The bus made a sharp turn and that’s when I woke up and threw a glance through the window. The greenery of the surrounding paddy fields served as a refreshing eye candy. For once, I was lucky not to see my idiotic servant maid’s face or my paper guy’s heroics as a first thing in the morning. The thought that I would be meeting my grandparents in my native, beautiful, scenic village got me rejuvenated. My watch struck 6am and it gave a wonderful view of the sunrise beyond the green fields. This mini (dirty) bus was fully occupied and only a few were awake by now. I had my I-pod plugged on with some instrumental music playing lightly. I turned it off to be able to listen to the birds. But I heard a loud roar. The person seated beside me let out continuous snores. I put my headphones back on. Then I felt someone playing with my hair from behind. “These village buggers…..” I said to myself and decided not to look behind. But then the fondling became scratching, so I turned back angrily within a nanosecond. My heart-beat stopped for a second when I saw a stupid dog facing me from just a few centimeters away. Even my girlfriend hadn’t gotten that close to me. Before I could create a scene, the dog’s owner came to senses and drew it away from me. People, goats, dogs, dead fishes.. all in the same bus… damn. Meanwhile the guy sitting next to me, apart from roaring, began using my shoulder as his pillow. I knocked on his bald head as if to say- ‘Can I come in’. He woke up, looked at me like I was a loser and went back to sleep. In a village, people fear you only when you have a thick mustache and/or a sharp voice. I had neither. Not a thick mustache, I dint even have a mustache, but that’s a totally different matter. Ok, so I went back to business – admiring the nature through the windows of a dirty bus.

After an hour, the bus conductor who I guess had had a bad dream, came to me and said- “Next stop is your village. The bus will not stop for long. So get ready with your luggage.” I replied politely- “ I have 2 bags. It’ll take ten minutes for each bag. You’ll have to stop for 20 mins.” This did no good to his mood. He said dismissively- “ It takes 2 seconds for me to throw you and your bag out of here.” For these guys, having a sense of humour is like a married man having an affair. I mean, these bus conductors are forever vapid people. Anyway, my stop came, luckily I wasn’t thrown out in 2 seconds, so I alighted safely. My grandfather was there to receive me, we hugged and walked along the fields to our home. There, my grandmother, as and when she spotted me, observed me top to bottom. I wore a six-pocket cargo trouser and a T-shirt with a few skulls and devils on them. Anyway, she too hugged me but said pointing to my dress- “ What is this? Our dogs will start barking. First go change.” As per her orders, I got busy with my morning duties and then wore a kurta-pyjama, as we had to attend a wedding of a distant relative. Meanwhile, my grandfather who was resting on his recliner, observed me and said- “ You don’t even bear a mustache. Our people (villagers) will doubt if you are actually a guy.” I was in my silent best, so I replied- “ Don’t tell them that you are my grandfather.” After a minute he laughed and coughed.

Me, grandpa and grandma reached the wedding hall. As the bridegroom walked in shyly, my grandma came close to my ears and enquired- “ I heard you are in love with someone?? ”

“Yes ma.” I smiled.

The bride wore a nice red silk saree, which my grandma observed and was reminded to ask- “ Does your girl wear sarees or short skirts?”

“Sarees only ma.” I smiled again but this time reminding myself of my girl. She had once said – “ My great-grandmother was the last person in my family to wear a saree” chewing a gum.

My ‘question-bank’ grandma asked me another doubt- “ Does she cook? Can she prepare our kind of dishes?”

“Yes ma.” I said as I was now on a smiling spree. I had once asked my girl at her place as to where the kitchen was and she had taken five minutes to reply.

Anyway, the couple tied the knot, we wished them, then sat for lunch, where I got a few lessons on ‘eating habits’ from my grandparents and then we left home. At home, as my grandfather was about to find his seat on his recliner, he whispered to me- “ Shall I get you an artificial mustache?” I stared back like a jackass- “What?” He repeated promptly and I again rolled my eyes and said- “What? What?” He finally said- “ Forget it.”
My grandma, who now after seeing me with ‘shorts’ felt like she was a grandmother of a rag-picker and hence ordered my grandfather “ First, take him to the market and buy him nice clothes.” I turned to him, winked and asked- “Which one’s costly? Mustache or clothes?” He gave it a thought and replied intelligently- “ clothes.”
I smiled and said- “Then, buy me clothes.” We both got a laugh out of it and as usually my grandma felt helpless.

Anyway, another enjoyable week had passed by, when it was time for me to leave. I hugged them good-bye and was made to fall on their feet to take blessings and then left in that only, same, dirty bus accompanied by goats and dogs. I reached Bangalore where my girl was waiting for me at the bus stand. I spotted her, waved and observed her. She wore a tight jean and a T- shirt which struggled to cover her hips, I smiled at myself- “Tough times ahead…..!!! ”

30 additions to the crap:

Priyanka January 27, 2009 at 6:59 PM  

wow..absolutely enjoyable...had me smiling thoroughout!! :)

5 min for kitchen n saree thing...n dat dog ovr d head...n a lot more...entertaining as usual!!

gud gud fan!! ;)

Richa January 27, 2009 at 7:35 PM  


the usual humor stuffed fried in sarcasm fiction from y!!

gr8 work :)

Alvia January 27, 2009 at 8:03 PM  

gettin bck online after such longtym nd here i got a usual relishing treat of ur humour!!

i guess itz tym 4 me 2 make a compliment template 4 u such dat i could recall it 4 ur every

Asusual gr8 work!:)

Anonymous January 27, 2009 at 8:05 PM  

:) lol... granny is cute and grandpa is humorous.. :) funny write up..had me smiling throughout.. :)

Riya January 27, 2009 at 8:09 PM  

Hey..this is One another great post of urs.. Filled with humour..n gr8 style of writing.. You write amazingly well:-) just cant stop smiling.. Can imagine how you must have felt when you saw that dog behind so close.. Lol..

Shruti January 27, 2009 at 8:52 PM  

Oh wow!! Brilliant imagination. I only spent a few years with my grandpa...never saw my I loved reading the whole relationship here.
And that one last line "Tough times ahead…..!!! ” had me smile..

Take Care...
(how do u manage to be so humorous??? i wonder)

uchiha tejesh January 27, 2009 at 9:58 PM  

hehe .. till the end this post had some probability of a real life incident. But in the end , the way you described your girlfriend cleared it all ^_^

keep writing

Anonymous January 28, 2009 at 1:32 AM  

Ohhh... I have been the place of the girl... Trust me its weird..

It had me smiling throughout..Remembering those days :)

jack January 28, 2009 at 2:13 AM  

he he that was fun, especially your conversation with gradma about your girl

really 'tough times ahead.....' :)

Anonymous January 28, 2009 at 7:34 AM  

Absolutely enjoyed it!!

Tara January 28, 2009 at 5:17 PM  

Ab toh tu apne haath mujhe de hi de! When's the auction? I have started saving already! A good one (am so sick of saying this! ;) as usual! Good work. :) Very tough times ahead!! :P

Thoorika January 28, 2009 at 9:17 PM  

For these guys, having a sense of humour is like a married man having an affair

What an imagination!!

Your girl reads ur blog?! ;)

Saket January 29, 2009 at 6:51 AM  

Don't ask ur girl to read ur blog. She is probably gonna get worried and tense when she gets to know what type of her future in-laws might be.
As usual, u kept me smiling all through the time I read it.
Keep Writing...

Arjun January 29, 2009 at 10:43 AM  


hehe..dude.. U mean I'll can never have such a girl as my gf..??
Maybe u r right... lolz ;)


Tell me when u become ultra rich.... I'll tell u abt the auction then... ;)
thatha's hands become antique..

Arjun January 29, 2009 at 10:45 AM  

@Thoorika and Saket

Guys, this is just fiction.. If i had a gf, I would have been counting my broken teeth by now...;) just kidding...

Thanks everyone... :) :) :) *All Smiles*


Dipti January 29, 2009 at 12:28 PM  

heheh this one was sweet..

tough times ahead eh? all the best! hahah

i don't understand how women kiss men with moustache??? if my guy had a moochie...i'd keep sneezing..forget frenching!

Aarthi January 29, 2009 at 3:16 PM  

Nice post!! A fun-filled experience it was reading through this post of yours.

That dog so close to you.. :P

So just to make your grandma feel that you are with a right girl, you said she wears sarees eh..?? Cute and sweet grandson i must say!! :) :P

Keep writing...i must say... you are BLESSED!!



Arjun January 29, 2009 at 4:57 PM  

Thought abt it long and hard... U r right...hehe...
I make so many things wasy for girls... Sad part is- there's nobody to enjoy the benefits.. :P
Thanks Dip for coming by... :)


I'm not blessed for the things i need to be blessed with.. :(
Anyways..Thanks Aarthi.. (am still digging my head for a nick name) ;)


RINZU SUSAN RAJAN January 29, 2009 at 5:05 PM  

humor is a flop show without imagery...and u always manage to create the perfect imagery in all ur works....


Kaber Vasuki January 29, 2009 at 8:55 PM  

I am late this time. Humorous as usual. Loved the bit with the cooking and the saree

Chriz January 29, 2009 at 9:57 PM  

funny bro...
had the upward curve thru out,,,

RiverSoul January 30, 2009 at 12:15 PM  

Definitely a funny blog.
And I think i've got just what you might like.
Gimme your email id

Mads January 31, 2009 at 1:38 AM  

hehe funny one..and very sweet :)
wat was ur girls reaction after reading this??

ps. remembered my grandparents after reading this :(( i so miss meeting them. im in hostel now. so get to meet them only once a year or sumthing...

Riya January 31, 2009 at 3:43 PM  

Hey.. I have got something for u on my blog.. Check it out

lachu February 2, 2009 at 7:29 AM  

haha very funny!!! granmas r always like sweet....ipod n gal frnd???
get 1 first then write about tem u liar!!! :P

Anonymous February 2, 2009 at 8:00 PM  

My first visit here and I loved it!
Nice post. :)

mayz February 4, 2009 at 10:13 PM  

hi...u got a dedication on my blog from meera

Anonymous February 5, 2009 at 7:49 PM  

damn me !! how cud i miss reading this b4 !! good one Arjun :)

Matangi Mawley February 6, 2009 at 11:41 PM  

a brill joy ride! :D

Asmita February 11, 2009 at 8:39 AM  

I wonder what Rama Sena would think of ur fictional gal :D

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