Think or sink!

I know a smart girl who would ask for the money raised by the sale of the old newspaper. Surely no parent will refuse such a paltry sum got by selling old news paper.

Believe me! She had enough money to buy a 24 grams gold chain by the time she was 15! :faint:

While her elder sisters had to wait till their wedding to get to wear any gold ornaments, this cute smart girl had a chain dangling round her neck while she was still in the school.
 
If the money paid to the man who irons our clothes is kept aside,

the amount may become a staggering 4 or even 5 figure in one year.

Remember the grand old lady - from whose a/c Rs 2 lakhs was recovered by

her darling son-towards the money paid by him for her bathing assistant

(who charged Rs 4K per month) over a period of four years?

Well! she is no more and the bathing assistant's salary has a dent by 4K -

unless she has located another rich fat old lady by now.
 
If the money paid to the man who irons our clothes is kept aside,

the amount may become a staggering 4 or even 5 figure in one year.

Remember the grand old lady - from whose a/c Rs 2 lakhs was recovered by

her darling son-towards the money paid by him for her bathing assistant

(who charged Rs 4K per month) over a period of four years?

Well! she is no more and the bathing assistant's salary has a dent by 4K -

unless she has located another rich fat old lady by now.

Sorry if I made you think that I was sarcastic! :nono:

The son was a real darling since while his siblings WOULD not allow

the poor old dame to enter their households / or eveb cross the front door (!)

he maintiand her for several years - even if it were at her own expenses.

She was a grinding mill - pushing in some 'norukkuth theeni' all day long!

Her other obsession was watching T.V to go with the 'norukkuth theeni.'

She was stone-deaf and suffered from insomnia - due to lack of physical

activities except that done by her jaws and teeth.

At times I used to wish that the son had provided her with a sound proof

room - so that the tired and worn out mortals living in the other flats could

catch up with their soothing sleep or beauty sleep - as the case may be.
 
The husband of this lady was a real Rajapart S. V. Ranga Rao.

So tall, broad and with such an impressive personality!!!

When I saw his photo for the first time ...

I thought that he must be a maharaja in mufti.

The lady was dark, short, fat and puny. What a contrast!!!

Money must have straightened many curves and dents!!!

But she had managed to pass on the impressive personality of

her maharajah husband to all her sons and daughters!!!:cool:
 
Two ladies were overheard declaring in the temple that

they would never wear saris which are not ironed well.

May be they noticed that I have stopped ironing even my silk saris

and wanted to hint me or take dig at me - since they belong to the

group of frenzied dancers of the Durga Parameswari's group.

I just smiled to myself thinking of these.

1. If a woman wears a sari ONLY two or three times a year,

she can have it not only ironed but also starched so stiff that

she will need a ladder to get into the sari standing on its own.

2. It is the ironed dress which gives them the little dignity -

they think they have in any respectable gathering.

But for people like me it is the sari that gets dignity by being worn.

oor aRintha paarpaanuku poonool ethaRkku???

oor aRintha maamikku isthiri sari ethaRkku?

Is it not enough that I wash them after every use and

get them pressed for free by placing them

on my chair under the cushion??? :rolleyes:
 
Violence agianst children

Violence against the small children seems to have increased in the past few months during my absence.

They howl, scream and cry. They are heard jumping and thumping like troubled monkeys.

But there is absolute silence from the punishing parent.

WHAT do they actually do so silently?

Hitting is out of question!! :nono:

Do they rap hard on their domes?

Do they pinch their sensitive areas?

Do they prick with sharp points?

I imagine all the horrible possible things :scared:

while I am unable to decided from which flat the

cry for help of the helpless kid emerges! :confused:
 
Has the word about the ultimatum given by me to a parent

who indulged in prolonged punishment of her daughter got round??? :noidea:

Either the kids punish the parents as in the West or

the parents punish the Kids as in the East! :tsk:
 
I have also noticed that when the lady in the house does NOT nag her spouse,

he starts nagging her reversing their roles for a change! :(

But those ladies get even by referring to dear respected husbands as
athu, ithu
as if they were four legged and thiryak creatures. :panda: ...:llama:
 
Another lady has become a widow recently.

I fail to understand why such ladies start to

watch the T.V throughout the night!!!

Does this mean that they have never ever slept

at nights - after getting married decades ago??? :wacko:
 
I was shocked to watch a lady who was constantly taunting not just her husband

but his entire clan or vamsam for their indifference towards learning -

as if she (and her family members) were the personifications of Mahaa Saraswati.

The poor crestfallen husband kept calling "Eshwara!"

unable to or unwilling to reply to her word for word.

I will think thrice before visiting them again! :bolt:
 
Wishing to beat the Rahu Kalam for long due locker operation in the bank,
I rushed with my husband today morning- before it became 12 noon
But guess what?
The Rahu and Ketu were already in the Locker room.
I had to wait for 20 minutes and I do not know till now
how many minutes before that the duo had entered the locker room.
Four couples came after me and we were all waiting.. waiting .. waiting!
Those who had come by Auto left promptly since
the auto meter runs faster than any known gadget!
If they had stayed longer, they may have close their bank account to pay the auto fare!
 
The person in charge did not dare to tell the duo to keep time.
Finally a lady staff called from outside the locker room and said,
"The queue for using the Locker facility is increasing!"
But no use and we all waited for the swargga vaasal to open!
 
After 30 full minutes after I had reached the bank a real big shot

(who was real big and as dense as a lead shot) came out with her daughter.

She said loudly "I am not answerable to anyone' and tried to walk off.

I retorted equally loudly and equally harshly,

"You are answerable to everyone whom you have kept waiting!"

Having met her match, she left in huff and the timid bank officer apologized

on her behalf! I told him "Start collecting heavy rent for every minute spent

inside the locker room over and above a reasonable 5 minutes!"

After all they collect money as service charges in various names.

They can also collect rent for the locker as well as for the weird occupants!
 
So near and yet so far away!
When I see the names on the list of contacts online,
at times I feel like communicating with them.
But feel 'once bitten and twice shy!"
OR Once rebuffed twice put off!
They are so near and yet so far away!
 
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Zuzu kutty remembers the ait but seems to have forgotten me! :(
May be he remembers me but making him stay in a place
long enough to gaze and recognize people is difficult.
After all he is the younger brother of Mercury Tejas
probably the reincarnation of Minnal Parameswaran!! :rolleyes:
 
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When put down on the floor, Zuzu kutty used to go on

all the four and race as an elephant or crawl as fast as he can.

Now he stands on his feet when put down on the floor

and starts running to the nearest switch for the ait!
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The person in charge did not dare to tell the duo to keep time.
Finally a lady staff called from outside the locker room and said,
"The queue for using the Locker facility is increasing!"
But no use and we all waited for the swargga vaasal to open!

A couple had come for the locker operation with a bag called


as the BIG Shopper-with bamboo handles and crocodile jaws. :croc:
I wonder how much time they made the others wait for their turn!!! :clock:
 
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