Sita-Sene..!!

(Recession everywhere, damn, even in my comments page (“_’). There’s no one in this world except me, who would have shooed away their readers by posting so called thriller series (hinting at Tara). Anyway, trying to get back to normal, which means some sensible crap, whatever that means. Enjoy)

Reading the newspaper as a first thing in the morning isn’t a great idea, trust me. It was a lovely morning that day, the 14th of February, a day of profits for the ‘Archies’. The previous night, I was enlightened by a business plan. In pursuit of anything red and resembling a heart, my eyes almost popped out like popcorn onto my ex-pillow. On a mission- “Steal the knife from the kitchen”, I crawled into the kitchen, but was late to realize that mom was as sharp as the knife. My business ambitions were pounded into the gutter. Anyway, that’s a long tragic useless story. Back to the present, I picked up the newspaper and read on- “ Sanjay Dutt enters politics.” In India, you can commit a crime and have grandchildren before you’ll be punished. My ever-vigilant mind began picturing a silly court scene inside my head- “ In a courtroom, the lawyer asks- “What were you upto on that fateful day on the 23rd of March 1960, Mr.X?” Mr.X replies- “ I was playing ‘ball’ with my grandfather, Sir.” The judge intervenes- “ What were you up to last week when the notice was sent, Mr.X?” Mr X coughs and replies- “ I was playing ‘ball’ with my grandson, your honour.””

Anyway, I moved onto the next headline- “ We will marry off any couples found together in public today- Mr.Muthalik, Rama-Sene chief.” I began to think about concepts like ‘Time saving’, ‘Money saving’, ‘energy saving’ and so on, but then I kicked myself, passed the paper to mom and breezed into the bathroom to get ready for college. Came out, found a T-shirt on which some nice words were intelligently written- “fcuk.” If I was as brave as I appeared to be, I would have changed it to- “fcuk muthakil.” Anyway, as I finished breakfast and was jumping onto my bike, my mom came and told me- “ Why not skip college today? We can go out somewhere.”

“What?” which appeared more like a joint question of- ‘Why? Whats the reason? Whats wrong? It’s not April 1st today….’

“Just simply. Getting bored.”

“No thanks mom. Go out with your lovely daughter. Cya” I sped away.

I reached Roshan’s place. That damn fellow was like the ‘kanjoos of the millennium’ types. I had to take him to college though he had a bike, but because his bike drank a lot more petrol. Anyway, I entered his home, his mom smiled at me though I wasn’t sure if that was artificial or genuine, I found a seat and the same newspaper. “What’s the weather forecast for today dude?” Roshan screamed from his room as if he was preparing for some ‘Mission Impossible’. I checked it to find- ‘Clear skies. Avg- 32degrees’. I screamed back- “Carry your Rain-Coat, dude.”
After his ‘dressing-up’, he came by and sat next to me to finish his coffee. As always I wondered if he had taken bath with water or perfume.

His mom passed me another cup of coffee and said to Roshan and me- “ Why don’t you guys skip college today and stay back at home. I’m preparing carrot halwa today.”

Roshan replied with the same- “What” exactly the way I did to my mom. When did parents in India start saying things like– ‘Bunk College my boy’, I thought.

“No ma. We have an important presentation to make today. Can’t skip.” He replied like Mr. Scholar.

“What presentation, Roshan?” I asked with a tone.

He came close and whispered- “Fuck you. Just shut up.”

Meanwhile, his mom was getting vexed and said- “ you both are staying back, that’s all.”

“No ma” our scholar replied again. Roshan walked out of the house like how a disappointed boss walks out of a staff meeting. As I too began to walk out, his mom came and enquired softly- “Does he have a girl-friend? He’s acting weird nowadays.”

“No aunty, don’t worry.” I said and walked out perplexed to the bike and we left. Only as we rode along that I could paint the actual picture. I could now come to terms with the weird behaviour of both our moms. The moms didn’t want their sons to come back home with wives. Just then, I got a call from my mom.

“Hello. You reached college? Just called to find out.” She enquired innocently.

“No ma. Someone from ‘Rama-Sene’ it seems. They’ve caught me and a girl who was with me. Now they are taking us somewhere ma.”

“What? Where are you? What the hell? Whats happening? Dint you go to college? I told you to stay back…..” and another billion questions pounced on me at a time.

“Relax mom. Just kidding. I don’t have a girl friend.”
She got the point, laughed and then we disconnected. I explained all this Roshan but he could understand it only after three repetitions. He called up his mom (of course with my phone) and tried to play the same prank I tried to play with my mom, it became a perfect flop show as his mom exhibited her verbal skills and it finally took my intervention to claim calm and peace.

At that very moment, Roshan announced- “Dude this is unfair. We all have to do something. Something soon. We shall organize dharnas, strikes…..” he went on. And finally he said- “ We shall start an organization contradicting Muthalik’s ‘Rama-Sene’. We shall call ours ‘Sita-Sene’.” So ‘Sita-Sene’ was formed and inaugurated by yours truly and as expected it lasted for less than half a day.

One hour later, a ‘spark-plug’ resembling Roshan had lost all his spark as he feared to even talk to girls that day making them wonder if his head was alright. By the end of the day, he resembled a punctured tube as his mom sighed relief that she was lucky enough to not meet her daughter-in-law yet. I, in the meanwhile, like Mr.India spent my evening in a temple with my paranoia struck mom.

30 additions to the crap:

perturbed perceiver March 7, 2009 at 4:12 PM  

u gave ur poor mom a fright,alrite!!:)
but seriously this whole 'ram sene' is crazy!Are those criminals supposed to teach us how to behave!!Its crazy to the point of being annoying!

Arjun March 7, 2009 at 4:34 PM  

exactly... can i know ur name??? :)

Rama-Sena and it's chief are bullshit..... Best to ignore..

Cheers..!!
Arjun

яノςんム March 7, 2009 at 4:46 PM  

its fun to read u there. but to tell u sumthn, there is sumthn actually called Sita- sene. and I happen to know the master mind behind it :D

have a look:
http://sita-sena.blogspot.com/2009/03/women.html

Charzz March 7, 2009 at 5:18 PM  

Its hilarious but sarcastic too...

I don't or lemme rephrase myself we don't need A BUNCH of so called activist to tell us what we should do n shouldn't..
Very nicely executed...:)

Arjun March 7, 2009 at 7:34 PM  

@Richa..

My God..!! Dint know that..!!
Yeah.. tat master mind..!! hehe

@Charzz

exactly..!!

Thanks for the read.. :)

Cheers..!!
Arjun

adrija March 7, 2009 at 7:43 PM  

you seem to be a pretty humorous guy...!
njoyd!

Thoorika March 7, 2009 at 9:43 PM  

Lolz!!! even my mom called me to check if I had reached college tat day :P :P

sunny_raju March 8, 2009 at 6:05 AM  

Super dude i enjoyed the dialogues n humour a lot. very well written. King of humour - Arjun (indiblogger) :)

Akansha Agrawal March 8, 2009 at 11:03 AM  

Hehe... I NEVER thought from this angle!

But seriously, this is ultra cool and funny! ;)

P.S Btw I haven't commented on your 'thriller' series coz I m a li'l busy... will do it! No promises for when!

Tara March 8, 2009 at 11:29 AM  

Ayyo! Manatha vaangare! Kaduvule kapathu! :P Ok...accepted I am chicken hearted or whatever! But I loved this really, great stuff and good to see the old funny Arjun back...really glad in fact! :)

Amma paavam! ;)

Collection Of Stars March 8, 2009 at 5:06 PM  

Arjun, just checking. Did your mom really try to stop you from going to college on V-day or is this all fiction?
BTW, this was a really nice and funny read. I skipped your thriller story though :)

Arjun March 9, 2009 at 10:35 AM  

@adrija

hehe... not exactly.. Thanks for dropping by.. :)

@Thoorika

haha.... Did u reach safely?? :P

Arjun March 9, 2009 at 10:37 AM  

@Sunil

hehe.. Thanks u.. :)

@Akansha

Thank u Aks...

Dont read it while exams r goin on.... i dont guarentee anything..!! hehe

Arjun March 9, 2009 at 10:40 AM  

@chicken hearted Tara... hehe

Thank u...
yenna paavam.... so lucky she is.. ;)

@Anu akka

All i write is fiction ka..

Further details on ur orkut scrap book..!!
Thriller story is definitely not for u... :P

Cheers..!!
Arjun

Ghazala Khan March 9, 2009 at 6:02 PM  

Interview Request

Hello Dear and Respected,
I hope you are fine and carrying on the great work you have been doing for the Internet surfers. I am Ghazala Khan from The Pakistani Spectator (TPS), We at TPS throw a candid look on everything happening in and for Pakistan in the world. We are trying to contribute our humble share in the webosphere. Our aim is to foster peace, progress and harmony with passion.

We at TPS are carrying out a new series of interviews with the notable passionate bloggers, writers, and webmasters. In that regard, we would like to interview you, if you don't mind. Please send us your approval for your interview at my email address "ghazala.khi at gmail.com", so that I could send you the Interview questions. We would be extremely grateful.

regards.

Ghazala Khan
The Pakistani Spectator
http://www.pakspectator.com

Shimmer March 10, 2009 at 1:34 AM  

haahaha :D

that was truly funny :D, literally made me laugh Loll.

what i found even funnier is the post above me heheh :P a "cherry toping' to ur post lolloll!!

Arjun March 10, 2009 at 7:03 PM  

hehe... my interview???? nice joke... :)

@shimmer

hehe.. exactly.... i was scratching my head..!! Somebody wanted my interview... :P woah.. :P :P

Cheers..!!
Arjun

Meera March 12, 2009 at 10:42 AM  

haha....sita-sene huh?...cool...loved the humour as always:)

R.V March 12, 2009 at 9:21 PM  

That was too cool! Amazing! Seriously! Sita Sene... Yeah maybe we should really start one! What say?

Gazafi Saif March 13, 2009 at 12:56 AM  

sita sena..what about ravana sena..

Kaber Vasuki March 13, 2009 at 11:04 AM  

Your best piece since the traffic jam man. Been a bit busy haven't been reading for a couple of months. You're getting better by the day :D

Sita Sena ki Jai

Arjun March 13, 2009 at 11:18 AM  

@Meera

hehe.. yeah.. howz the idea??? :P

@Rashi

Seriously... Shall i call Roshan.?? :P
Thank You.. :)

Arjun March 13, 2009 at 11:20 AM  

@Saif

hehe... i tht abt that... but no... we need women power.. so 'sita-sene' .. hehe :P
Thanks bro

@Kaber

oh..!! Glad that u liked it... :)

Cheers..!!
Arjun

Aarthi March 14, 2009 at 5:17 PM  

Nice Arjun...
Paranoia struck mom? Poor mommy!

Playing balls with Grandfather and then Grandson...lol

Cheers


*PEACE*

Rag March 17, 2009 at 12:39 PM  

heyyy arjun!! that was superb!!
wonderfully written.. its pretty humorous!!!

well, am a part of writer's lounge too..!! Sadly haven read much of your work der...!!
But Prats interview made me find u and drop into ur page!!!

and am lovin' it..!!
A Follower right away..!!
actuallly a Fan i must sayy!!

Arjun March 18, 2009 at 3:27 PM  

Hey Raghav..!! Our Movie critic...!! :P

I'm humbled by ur words bro..!! Thank you so much..:)

Cheers..!!
Arjun

Tejesh March 22, 2009 at 7:35 PM  

hehe , twas a gud 1

why does that .. um.. whats that asshole's name ? ..uhmm ... yeah Muthalik's problem ?

my personal opinion of west prospering rate compared to india is mainly due to sexual frustration :P

Alvia March 30, 2009 at 4:32 PM  

Lol i no i m late here...yet chaltha hai...

As ususal Arjun, lovely post...Lolz i would hav been much happier if dat "Sita-sene" survived...plz implement it atleast by next v'day :P

lachu March 31, 2009 at 7:52 AM  

hahaha man really funny
my mom made some pooja n made me go to temple on v-day hehehehe
n i loved d lines of mr X...so true so true
hahaha lolzzzzzzzzzz
cheers :)
lachu

Harika Korukonda June 20, 2009 at 2:02 AM  

heyy hii...came across your blog while casual browsing...very nicely n humourously written....enjoyed it :))....liked all your posts....keep your writings coming ...
Cheers
harika

  © Blogger templates Romantico by Ourblogtemplates.com 2008

Back to TOP