Monthly Archives: May 2010


Granny’s day out… 3

Every place has some special bazar… Sunday Bazar, Monday Market, Thursday bazar… Locals always look forward to that day because of their assumption and excitement about getting vegetables and fruits dirt cheap in comparison to the other market days… People want to fill their stores for rest of the week… At my place, the famous day is Saturday when people go mad about purchasing those stuff… it’s an excitement not only in the 3 years old children like my sweet little vampire cousin (yes… she eat a lot of head… she like to suck the blood by talking-talking and talking….), but also for 70 years old people like my chopper granny (chopper coz she always roam around into the house and in the garden…anyone can find her at any corner of our place without a delay of second…).

It was a tough day for me today… I was in a very bad mood because of some obvious reasons (one of the reason was to be at home on a weekend… whole day) and as soon as I picked the keys of my iron woman… (This is my car name as every part of it makes noise apart from its horn… apart from its horn, everything honks), my granny’s coarse voice crossed my ears… Oye… listen… where are you going…? Take me to Shaani bazar today… I am tired and can’t walk much… I was freezed, my mind stopped working and it was like thousands of red ants got into my head. I didn’t deserve this… atleast not now man… I thought…

I picked up my two wheeler keys and she sat at the back side with her two favourite bags of “Pataka Beedi”… she got it as a gift from some shopkeeper long back… Like a co-pilot of a jet, she given me some instructions how to drive and all… and also informed me about the bad weather today… Ohh com’on… I also have 5 senses granny… I murmured… Not more than we covered 100 meters, and I got a compliment on my driving… “tuje aajtak gaadi chalani nhi aayi…” (Like she had won many F1 races in her days…). And yes, for her, every damn vehicle is a “gaadi”… even bicycle… Granny, its not my driving, but the bad road yaa… spare me please… I begged her not to say anything and keep quite…

As soon as I stopped in front of the bazar’s main entrance, she jumped and ran into the market without delay… I though… is she the same woman who was tired like anything sometime before…? This is actually an outing for her… Shani bazar… she never missed this as she always gets a chance to meet her friends there… (few more old ladies who always have been cursed with bad daughter-in-laws… the K factor… God… “Kahani ghaar-ghaar ki…”) and she also get a chance to have her special “tikki-chaat” there which is not at all allowed for her according to doc… (she missed this today as I was here with her… and special tikki-chaat because she always ask for extra toppings of green chilli chatni and more spicy masala on top of her chaat… tikki-wala use to do so for her without asking, many people knows her in this shaani-bazar… huh!!!). And yes… she never miss her sutta with her old-lady gang… she think that no-body knows about this at my home, but the fact is reverse…
I was in a real hurry as I didn’t had enough time to discuss about how my granny’s friends “bahus and sons” are doing and treating them… I asked my granny what else to purchase so that I can go to some other shopkeeper and we can wrap up this stuff quickly….(granny, who was busy in negotiations with a mango guy… she was busy like a real business tycoon who wants to close a billion dollar deal…). She told me that only potatoes are left to purchase… but you don’t go anywhere, I will purchase everything… (OMG… My sweet little old angel.. gimme some opportunity to close this off soon… but no… as she owes this shani bazar…). Anyways I didn’t listen to her and took some potatoes from some stall… and that turned one of my biggest mistakes for the day… She asked me all about the rate, the quantity, the quality and thousand other non-numeric and numeric questions about my potato deal… Then she given me a guilt that I had made a very bad deal as she knows the other guy who gives her a good deal always.. as she use to take the onions plus potatoes plus blah blah blah from him only… Save me God… let her know that time is more precious than potatoes… I murmured again…

Anyways I made her close all this very soon and the time I asked her to hop-on again on the vehicle… she gave me a very ugly expression… I knew the reason… She didn’t have enough time to talk to her friends, she is going to miss her special tikki-chaat, she can’t have a fag today… so many problems in life just because she called me with her… She might be thinking not to call me from next time… good for me … I thought… She tried to make some excuses … “you go with the bag as you are running late, I will come by walk, I need to purchase something else too…” No Ms Granny, I am not going to let you enjoy your outing today… I know what you are going to do if I will leave you here… I murmured… and I asked her to come with me as the road is not so good due to the rain and all… She given me a very scary look, as her tikki-chaat was my face and she is going to eat it anytime soon if I will not go from here… But I was also in a state of revenge, so I forced her to come with me only… She turned sad and came back with me only… I didn’t liked this from the core of my heart… so when I was on my way back to home after I finished some of my task, late evening, I brought her tikki-chaat with the extra toppings and all… she turned happy again, like a dehydrated man got some water to live and survive…

Before I entered in my room late night, I crossed her room to see her face again… she was sleeping in peace after her heavy spicy dose… I thanked her to give me company today… for some time… thanked her for some good time she offered me today… to forget about the other worries of life for some time atleast…

God bless…