Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Raksha Bandhan revisited...

Something I posted in Blurty long ago... And when I saw a friend's niece 'n' nephew battle it out at a party the other day, I couldn't help recalling this particular incident. This was something I witnessed near my ex-office. And I kid you not, this is real, not made up. Read on..


I saw the small girl punch the boy almost double her size. He sat down, holding his bleeding nose. The mother came running out.

"Why did you hit him?"

"Because he pulled my hair."

Turning to the boy now...

"Why did you pull her hair?"

"Because called me a thief."

"What did you steal?" (Note how there's no effort on the mom's part to corroborate this piece of information)

"I didn't steal anything. I borrowed her pen."

"He stole it. He didn't ask me."

The little fist was still clenched. The mother just shakes her head and goes back in. The boy looks at his hand, now red with the bloodied nose.They're silent for a few moments. I bend down to tie my shoelace. My document can wait. This is getting too interesting a plot to walk away from. What next, I wonder. The girl brings out a small hankie from her pocket and wipes his nose. "Sorry."

The boy doesn't know what to say. He pushes her away. She gives him the hankie. "Keep it."

He throws it down. The next moment, Mohammad Ali says, 'Want to fight? Hmm?' He starts prancing, sparring, with his fists at his chin.

The plot thickens. The girl says, 'Don't be silly."

''Yeah? Let's see...' he comes near her and tries to hit her. The little girl moves at lightning speed and kicks him in the knee. He yowls and crouches. And before he can bring up his protesting face, contorted with agony, a small hard fist lands on his left cheekbone, keeling him over.Now I'm realllly impressed. Is this a Charlie's angel in the making or what? The mother comes out now, livid.

"Enough Meena. Don't practice your karate on your brother.'

Then she looks at the brother. 'See? I told you to attend classes regularly. This is what happens if you bunk."

I couldn't take it anymore. Chuckling, I continue walking, leaving behind a triumphant sis.

When this duo reaches college, I know who needs to be saved from the baddies. Heheheh...

15 comments:

Prerona said...

:) sweet, hain na! i'd love a little bhai to rescue now and then!

phatichar said...

pre: :)

Aditya Bidikar said...

Marvellous.

√úbermaniam said...

Awwsome :D

√úbermaniam said...

You know another thing I really like about your blog? The fact that you don't make us go through a word verification. Shows that you care more for the audience than for spam. Unless you're just too laZY TO even set 'word verification'. in which case, oh well, never mind. love your stories. cheers D

Kahini said...

Karate! Now THERE'S an idea! Thanks Ramana!

rapunzel said...

lol...this was hilarious!

Akruti said...

Thankyou:) Because when i started reading it i was not sure of the ending {i still remember your stories which havea scary ending always:)
but this was so cute and all fun.

Vanathi said...

Good post...

GratisGab said...

DAMN CUTE!!!! What a lady! Love that variety :)

KJ said...

AWWW!!!

cho chweetttt story.....

:-)

www.gypsynan.blogspot.com said...

made me smile :)

Khushee said...

:) That's cute.

college life said...

If we are organized %%desc%% then we often have time for other tasks.

phatichar said...

Aditya: :) 'n welcome..

daily: thx pal... umm, word verification? i just go ahead and write what comes to the mind/heart..not necessarily in that order, u know.. ah well... :)

Kahini: any time girl..any time.. :)

rapunzel: :)

Akruti: hi..long time, huh? my stories still tend to end the same way, at least will. But hey, wht's life without some variety, hmm? :)

Vanathi: thx..tht's a nice name, btw - vanathi..hmm

gabby: hey thx, mommy-to-be :)

KJ: :)
:-)

gypsy: glad u were glad.. hehehe..

Khush: hi..long time.. :)

college life: you said it.. but didn't quite get the relevance.. did u mean 'bout my document? or the bro's bunking karate classes..?