PJs...

My dad cracks a lot of PJs. He tries to make me laugh as much as possible because I turn out to be very serious at times. But as I am in a good mood today, I would like to share some of our chats with you.. Its a treat to me when he is at home thinking of some unique things which can make me laugh.. smile at least.. because I hardly smile. There are some times when he cracks jokes on me making me foolish in front of others. Even though they are great, I control myself from laughing. It is very difficult not to laugh but still I have to.

These are 3 of my favorite ones...

1. This is for the ones who know kannada

It was the day of Kannada Rajyotsava. My dad and I had challenged that whoever speaks in other languages except kannada should accept defeat and prepare coffee in the morning next day [both of us hate it.. so mom came up with this idea...]. I was down with fever but that din't stop the competition. I had high temperature and was just lying down. My dad hates to see me like that and came up with his suggestions..

Dad: Kaage paapa thogo.. sari hogaththe..

Me: wha...? enu? [controlled myself from saying what??]

Dad: Kaage paapa... adanna thogo.. mai bisi hogaththe..

Me: sumne nan thale thinbeda... maryaade inda enu antha helu..

Dad: neenu naale beligge kari kashaaya[coffee] maadtheeni antha opkondre heltheeni..

I could not accept defeat but still he was unbearable.. I could not even think what he was trying to tell.. I gave up and accepted.

Dad: Crocin thogo sari hogaththe..

Those who din't get it.. he meant Crow sin

2.The next day, I had been to the doctor and he gave me some antibiotics. I came home and was about to have the first dose when the tablet slipped from my hands and fell on the floor. I went for the other tablet when my dad asked me to take the fallen tablet only. I refused.

Me: I am not taking it.. Its fallen down..

Dad: So what if it has fallen down.. No probs.. take it.

Me: What's wrong with you? There maybe bacteria on the floor. First of all I have fever. U want me to lose my classes for some more days?

Dad: I think this is an antibiotic.. What do antibiotics do?

Me:It gives resistance to the body by destroying bacteria..

As I finished the sentence, I had come to know what he actually meant.. He was quicker..

Dad: So.. it will destroy the bacteria present on it's surface too....

And he winked at me..

3. Again for the ones who can understand kannada..

I had started driving car. We used to go on drives every sundays.. That is the only day when I get the car to myself. My dad was next to me and we had been to the BDA complex near my home. The parking was full and we went to the next road.

Me: Elli park maadli? [ Searching for a place to park]

Dad: Yaake park maadthya?

Me: Yaake andre.. I have to get down and go to the complex. I have not come here to sit in the car of course..

Dad: Adakku park maadakku en sambandha? 

Me: Ninninda nange eegale high BP baro chance ide.. U test my patience a lot.

Dad: Eh.. Come on.. BDA avaru aagale park maadidaare.. Y do u want to make a park??

[he said pointing to the BDA park next to me]

and he again winked at me leaving me laughing.. I could not control this time..

Two faces of a Rs.50 note

My mom's office is a place of fun for me. She is working as a cashier in one of the BSNL customer care centres. The place is always crowded as it is situated in the heart of south Bangalore. It is a place consisting of a few middle aged women who always chat about their children, the way TVs and the movies are "ruining" their children and also why bosky and prianca fought( hey they also watch the repeat episodes of Splitsvilla when we are not around). They keep scolding people if they come to pay the bill even at 7:30 p.m. even though the counter closes at 8:00 p.m. Whenever I go there, I wonder what BSNL gains by keeping these women for work when their competitors like Airtel and Reliance have better girls on the counters.

There was a strange incident when I had been there. A fellow from a shop in DVG Road had come to pay his bill. He may have been nearly 60 years old. A thin lean man with some crooked features ofcourse due to his age. He paid the bill of 650 with a Rs.1000 note. My mom gave back the change and he too went. After a few minutes, he came back with a 50 rupee note saying his master asked him to return the money as it was exceeding the change. My mom is usually good at handling cash but she had a bad headache that day and was not able to concentrate much on her work and also because it was more crowded than the usual days. We were shocked to see the man. There were many reasons why we were..
The first thing was that he himself could have noticed the extra change and could have pocketed it without telling the master.
The second thing was that the master could not have sent back the cash because there was no receipt for this cash.
Next is that even when the master asked him to return the cash, that fellow could have taken it as the master would not have enquired with the BSNL people.
None of this happened. Instead, the old man, who looked poor enough, came all the way back to the office to return a mere 50 rupees. My mom gave him the money from her own pocket due to his honesty. Ofcourse he refused it but she insisted him to have it and he left the office showering my mom with blessings for that 50 rupees.

Another incident, coincidentially happened on the same day this happened. A smart man came to the office with his MNC company's ID card hanging on his neck and a huge laptop bag on his shoulder. He appeared to be in his late twenties. He had to pay his bill of Rs.2450 and gave my mom 3 Rs.1000 notes. She took the cash and gave back the change and turned for the next customer. He saw the change, gave my mom a silent stare and was moving away. My mom suddenly called for him as though something struck her. She asked him to show the change she had given him. He said he had already kept it in his wallet and it had mixed with his money. She insisted him to show it as she was sure something was wrong. When he opened it, there were 2 Rs.500 notes and around 5-6 Rs.100 notes and some Rs.10 notes but there were no Rs.50 notes. My mom had mistakenly given him a 500 and a 100 rupees note. He was caught red handed for lying. The people present in the queue scolded him so much and made him return the amount. Again it was the same, Rs.50.

I wonder how that happened on the same day. The two people, so different from each other had behaved in a way completely different to themselves.
A man who was working for his daily wages in a shop had come all the way back to return Rs.50 which would have meant so much to him if he had kept it for himself and a man who would be earning in lakhs but still was not willing to part with the same Rs.50 which did not belong to him.

STRANGE!!!