Addicted!!



“Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my, be my,
Be my girl…”

Sigh, these guys are sick, they start clinching their eyes as soon as they see any girls…

Yeah, more over each think themselves as American Idols and start singing as well...

They suck much, I tell you…

But still, the song is of perfect timing; they deserve a pat on the back for it…

Ah, forget it… if you are too fascinated you can go ahead..

Oh no…

Eh, what happened?

The guys, who were following us so long, aren’t visible, looks like they are gone!

Oh you are now concerned about them, go to hell! They are better than you, I guess.

Eh, look there, a dull bald headed big fella is out of his mind, and strolling towards us…

Looks like this addicted big fish is drunk as usual, sigh! Those guys are way better than these sick people; I wonder how in the world he drinks & stroll daily!

Too difficult to correct them I say, okay leave this nonsense, we need to quickly go back and bath so that we can rush to our college, can’t waste time here…

Oh okay Anmol, bye, tomorrow is Sunday, so no tuition classes, hip hip hurray!!! Cya on Monday...

Ok, Cya...

(Scene changes)

Eh Anmol, get up from the bed, it’s already past 8 am, still in the bed, there is hell lot of problems and commotion going on in the house and you still strolling in the bed, get up soon and help me in things…

Ah, mom, give me 5 more mins….

No way…. Now get up like a good child…

Oh mom…. Ahhh… where this terrible smell coming from?

Sigh, something is struck in our drainage it seems; already our septic tank is overflowing, so now don’t rush to toilet or bathroom, already the drainages are leaking inside our house…

Don’t tell me, Can’t you set these things alright before I reach home, vaaahhhh, I feel like vomiting, it’s stinking terribly as well...

Ah, everybody blames me if anything goes wrong, as a mother what all am I expected to do? Plug the leaking drainage holes? Don’t irritate me much, just have this Coffee, and brush your teeth soon!

Ah mom, I don’t want anything now, I will vomit if I have anything now, please ask Shashank to clean all this mess soon…

He has already called the man to fix it up; the plumber is still inside the sewage tank for past 1 hour to fix it up….

Mom, good news, the plumber has fixed it up..

Oh thank God, I can now watch my favorite Oprah Winfrey show with no tensions, so what was the problem?

A big rat died inside the pipe which leads to our septic tank from our toilet mom….

Shashank, why can’t call it as Ratzilla, just like Godzilla, call spielberg, he can probably make a film on it, hehehe

Shup up Anmol, Mom, give me some betel nut soon, I feel like vomiting though I was standing far away from the plumber…

Hello is someone inside!! Hello Madam! Please bring a bucket of water; I need to wash my hand & legs…

Eh Shashank, don’t allow the plumber to enter our house, ask him to come behind and wash himself in the backyard water pipe, I can’t clean the house now if he enters inside…

(A few moments later)

What, just to remove a small rat inside sewage tank, you ask Rs.100, terrible, you guys have a habit of looting us always, and I remember giving just Rs.25 last time…

Ah, please reconsider again Mam, you too saw it, I had to first dig out all the filth outside, and then the rat, which was stinking like anything, looks like it is dead for days inside and…

Oh stop it, don’t start portraying it as a fairy tale now, can’t digest… I had to go back and cook for my people…

What else Mam, see my real work, the amount of stinking smell it creates, sometimes I gasp for breath you know…

Mom, can you come inside for a minute…

Yeah coming Shashank....



Mom, please don’t argue him, just give the amount he is asking for, I don’t think it is wise to argue with people who work in cleaning our drainages or our roads… these works are the most difficult work one can possibly imagine and I pity those who had to do such works for their existence, let’s atleast help them with the best possible, mom please….

Okay Shashank I think you are right, Anmol, bring Rs.100 from my purse and give it to the plumber outside, I have some work in the kitchen

Hello, Mr., Excuse me, have it…

Thank you very much madam, thanks….

(the plumber leaves…)

Eh Shashank, looks like he is already drunken, I seem to have seen him before I guess

Then what? Only if these people intake some alcohol, these guys can really jump into such sewage tanks to clean all the filth that we deposit on daily basis… you know that?

Oh… I see

Yeah, these guys generally intake lot of alcohol before they start working in the morning, this helps them to be a bit unconscious which helps them to ignore the smell….

Is it that much hard work?

Most certainly, just because of the smell that’s come from outside you can’t even have a cup of coffee sitting in your bed room, think of that person who has to dig into the same shit to clean it up & ...

Oh ho stop it; I can’t hear it any more, stop describing it again please…

(Scene changes, next day)

“Every single part of me believes that
baby you belong
oh baby, baby, baby you belong
There really is no mystery
I think anyone can see
That baby you belong
with me …
Baby you belong with me …”


Eh Anmol, our romeo guys are back it seems, oh what a coincidence your dull headed drunken big fella is coming towards us, looks like it’s a perfect day for us again, hehehe...

Stop it shambavi, don’t talk nonsense, he is way senior to you and we should learn to respect him, for me, he is the most esteemed man..

Oh Really!!

Yeah, comparing to these unemployed useless romeo guys, he is far better & deserves to be saluted…

"People may not remember what you did for them, or even what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel." - Unknown

(Due to public demand, I have translated one of my earlier tamil story above)

4 comments:

Mystery said...

ohh...athan ennakku ango padicha nyabagam irrundhichi...great post..

Aboorva said...

Good story (I think you face this exprience!!!!!!!!)

Mailers and Eurolaw said...

This story i think, i have heard somewhere before :), if you remember few of our discussions in SDPL, i think we discussed on this topic once, anyway nice subject to draw attention of those who really are unaware of such people and their work for us :)

Delhi_Tamilan said...

yup, the main theme is derived from an incident which happened during my school days... i might have discussed with u about it at SDPL, but i dont remember it :)