Don't be alarmed this was dialog said by my very “helpful” neighbor 5 years back when I was to join my 10+2, listening to him I was (ahem) a little scared of girls at that point, I dint carry a pepper spray though,(cause my pocket money was only 20 rupees) but I carried a much better option, a onion and a knife, I though “If anybody is gonna rag me I will cut this onion and make them cry instead of me”, but to my disappointment nobody came, I came home that day and made pakodas out of onion and ate it any way, so no loss there, the neighbor came the next day and scared me some more, so the fear crept more, and I was lil more scared of girls,(Hey, now I know the reason why I dint have any girlfriends in my 10+2), I hate you neighbor guy, I hate you :P.
So any ways lets get back, so due to his scaring I was lil scared of girls and dint trust them that much, the coming story will show you, about how wrong I was, and actually, girls are not bad as I thought they were......
10 June.... (or was it 11th, na I think it was 14th.. or was it 16th.....anyways), that was the day when I came to Mysore, and settled down in my aunt's house.
Member's in my aunt's are, My aunt, her 3 sons and 2 daughter-in-laws(My bhabi's), as I met them I was nervous, cause I never had lived in any of my relatives house for more than a week and here I was, who had come to live for the next two years, they were all good especially the 2 bhabi's or so I thought........
Confession: I am person who doesn't just get along with people with whom I just met, I take my time before I trust anyone, and if I see that the person is trust worthy, I am ready to do anything for the person...
So I settled in and all was going well, till one day, when I said to my 'T.A bhabhi that “Will you please fry papads so that I can eat my dinner along with it?”, she said ok, I put the same request the next day, she said ok, this continued for a week, and one day my 'T.A bhabhi' said, “Thousif this is driving me Crazy, cant you eat anything else than papads?”.
I said “No bhabhi, papads are my favorite, other than blogging thats the one thing I love the most”, she rolled her yes but fried them, this continued for another week and my other bhahi i.e. 'S.A bhabi' too joined in with T.A bhabhi protesting they cannot fry me any more papads, I sat down with them and 'discussed' the situation that how addictive papads were for me and they agreed, but after I left the 'discussion' I heard them two talk between themselves and giggling.
They hatched a plan and now whenever I asked for papads they would call me 'Papad lal', I was surprised, but dint say anything, they called me the same name every day and when it got out of hand, I said them “Please don't call me that”, they said “No, we will continue calling you until you stop eating papdas”
“NEVER” I snarled, “We will see about that” said my 2 bhabhi's giggling.
Then as fasting came last month and we had to get up at 4 in the morning to have our breakfast, the papad habit receded and almost became nil, I dint actually noticed it till they stopped calling me that name and started calling me new one's such as:
“Phoolan devi” (because I am lil on the skinny side ;)), Raza Murad (Cause my second is Raza :P), So this held my belief some more, that indeed girls or dare I say women are Bad.
I would give cold eyes whenever they called me those names, and ignore work told by them, they would laugh every time by calling names some more, at the end of it I was pretty pissed by it
One fine day I said them, “I don't like being called names and all and you should stop it”, we got into an argument and that leaded to the most unexpected thing..........
We became friends.
I started telling my problems with them, couple of secrets I haven't even told with my brothers, or for that matter even my best friends, I started sharing it with my bhabi's, they would laugh most of the time making fun of me, but if the problem was serious they would give their opinion about what to do, and believe me it felt good, because I dint have a single friend when I came to Mysore, and now I have 2 best friends that I could ever find in the form of my bhabi's.
No day goes out when they don't tease me, may it be my hairstyle or may it be when I whine while lifting heavy things, they are there calling me new names everyday, wonder where they get so much creativity from?? (No doubt its from me :P), but we have become so close that we forget we are actually relatives itself.
Lemme tell a lil more about them
My T.A bhabhi, is a laugh riot, literally, she laughs every time, and I mean every time, may it be while listening to a silly joke, or even if she got hurt, she laughs her heart out, I donno why, when I asked her this, she says “I am like this from childhood itself”, no wonder my bhaiya thinks she is crazy :P
My other bhabi i.e the S.A bhabi is a bad liar, if somebody told her something like teased and all, she gets hurt, she runs into the room and cries and due to that her eyes get swollen and a fever also develops(freaky na?? ;)), if asked, was she crying?? she says, no I wasn't, even though we can all see very clearly in her eyes. She is just like a girl out of college, she thinks she is mature but actually is not, and sometimes that has made me laugh so much that I had stomach cramps :P
I think I am the luckiest person in respect of my bhabi's cause I never have trusted a person so easily, they listen to my weird story attempts, I bug them every time, if I wanna get some work done, I beg and beg them to iron out my clothes if I am in hurry, and they do the same when I am free (even though I don't do it)., they are like the 'nanny sisters' always on prowl if I do something wrong, saying, “Raza murad, pick your shoes up from the hall, right now”, “Phoolan devi, keep your clothes in order, or else I wont fry papads for you”, as much as those ultimatums scare me :P, I love them for what they are, and for what they make me feel, I feel belonged in an environment, where I thought I was once a stranger.
Now I don't miss my college friends, or feel lonely cause they are always on my back, pulling my leg or calling names, still I don't feel bad cause I know, they have been there and will always be there for me whenever I need them, life always isin't this lucky, but I thank god for making me meet them and all I wanna say is “Thank you god for giving me such lovely bhabi's, who take care of me more than myself, and tease the hell out of me”.
So thats about it, till next time, Hum hain rahi pyar ke, phir milenge chalte chalte......... ;)