Like any other year, the newspapers and television channels are busy dishing out the best and worst of the past 365 days this year-end as well. Perhaps, trying to wake up the otherwise “sleepy” readers and audience!
So what, even 2008 had ended,” chortles my best buddy Prema Singh.
I love Prema’s sense of sarcasm. She never leaves a chance of launching a vitriolic attack on the "system". Be it the alleged rapist-politician making it to list of ministers in the current BJP government in Karnataka recently, or her next door neighbour, who loves to flaunt her gaudy diamond jewellery set even to a funeral procession.
I agree with Prema, or let’s say her sarcasm. For, I feel in her sarcasm, the angst of a frustrated helpless Indian is being echoed. I feel hers is the voice of the “aam aadmi”.
“Can you imagine…” Prema goes off again. "This is Indian taste. Actually, Indians don’t have any taste. That’s why we fry bitter gourd to its crunchiest best. But yaar, bitter gourd will always be bitter, be it fried or boiled. Isn’t it? Now, enough is enough, I need a break,” she sighs.
“Look who’s talking,” I mutter under my breath and like an obedient djinn (genie), I quickly offer her a cup of coffee.
“So, another year has gone by,” Prema reflects in between sipping her coffee, sitting on a couch in my study room (A room meant more for gossiping, less for studying).
“But, why all the fuss yaar," she says exasperatedly.
“The fuss is to fill the space Prema darling," I smile back.
“Ok, tell me how was 2009 like for you? Your ups and downs,” asks Prema.
I wanted to tactfully skip Prema’s query pretending to make her a second cup of coffee. But, then, Prema is Prema, she would never let anyone to live in peace. In my case, she needs my answer.
“It was eventful.”
“What?” asks a surprised Prema
“Yes, eventful. I learnt to roll rotis.”
“I learnt the circle of life.”
Prema smiles, amused with my answer.
I too flash at her my famous grin (when I’m little nervous).
Just as she gets up to refill her cup, I realize that I feel free. Free from the burden of reliving 2009 with my newly acquired skill of rolling rotis…
So what, even 2008 had ended,” chortles my best buddy Prema Singh.
I love Prema’s sense of sarcasm. She never leaves a chance of launching a vitriolic attack on the "system". Be it the alleged rapist-politician making it to list of ministers in the current BJP government in Karnataka recently, or her next door neighbour, who loves to flaunt her gaudy diamond jewellery set even to a funeral procession.
I agree with Prema, or let’s say her sarcasm. For, I feel in her sarcasm, the angst of a frustrated helpless Indian is being echoed. I feel hers is the voice of the “aam aadmi”.
“Can you imagine…” Prema goes off again. "This is Indian taste. Actually, Indians don’t have any taste. That’s why we fry bitter gourd to its crunchiest best. But yaar, bitter gourd will always be bitter, be it fried or boiled. Isn’t it? Now, enough is enough, I need a break,” she sighs.
“Look who’s talking,” I mutter under my breath and like an obedient djinn (genie), I quickly offer her a cup of coffee.
“So, another year has gone by,” Prema reflects in between sipping her coffee, sitting on a couch in my study room (A room meant more for gossiping, less for studying).
“But, why all the fuss yaar," she says exasperatedly.
“The fuss is to fill the space Prema darling," I smile back.
“Ok, tell me how was 2009 like for you? Your ups and downs,” asks Prema.
I wanted to tactfully skip Prema’s query pretending to make her a second cup of coffee. But, then, Prema is Prema, she would never let anyone to live in peace. In my case, she needs my answer.
“It was eventful.”
“What?” asks a surprised Prema
“Yes, eventful. I learnt to roll rotis.”
“I learnt the circle of life.”
Prema smiles, amused with my answer.
I too flash at her my famous grin (when I’m little nervous).
Just as she gets up to refill her cup, I realize that I feel free. Free from the burden of reliving 2009 with my newly acquired skill of rolling rotis…
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