I loveeeeeee climaxes! Whether it is the ultra romantic type of climax like in DDLJ of Shahrukh Khan holding out his hand from the moving train to Kajol (Sighhh.. ) or the tragic type of climax like in Devdas of Shahrukh Khan breathing his last on Paro's doorstep (Sob sob...).
I guess this love for the drama and climax translates into impeteous actions in my life!! Yes! My climax moment had arrived and this time it was the laptop DVD writer, which had conked and the warranty stated today was the last day where the warranty would last! So there I was, along with Sarasu ziping on my bike to the service center. What good is the climax if there are no tons of coincidences and circumstances which could lead to the gripping intensity of the situation? Turns out it was also the day of opening of the Mantri Square (biggest mall and all in namma Bengalooru! Yay!). I think all the loafers by default make Bengalooru their home and all of them decided today I will go to Mantri Square, as my luck would have it! So there we were stuck in traffic for what seemed like ages. After close to 9o minutes, we hadn't even crossed 100 mts. It was 7 o clock already and the service centre would close in the next 30 minutes! And so I asked Sarasu
Me: Ene madodu eega? (What to do now?)
Sarasu: That guy is cute no?
Me: Ah yes! Ok teeeelllll meeeeeeeeee.. (I screeched in my ultra irritating girlie voice)
Sarasu: Hmm.. we will park off the bike somewhere here and walk no?
It seemed like a good idea and we were desperate. So we parked the bike in one of the first bylanes we could turn into.
Ok ok ok.. I see them closing.. and we made a run for it and just before the guy at the store banged the door on our faces, we were in!
Marwadi uncle at the service centre who was clearly pissed seeing that the date on the receipt did warranty a service free of cost "Eddu namdu mistake illa madam, nivvu evatuge bandidira. Idake warranty period agihogide"
(This is not our mistake madam, you have come today! The warranty period is over)
After much threatning and swearing of "You don't know who I am!!" (ofcourse he doesn't! I am no Katrina Kaif!) dialogues from myself, he agreed to have the DVD player fixed.
Ammaya! Job done and so we celebrated:) by eating at every random stall in the vicinity. There was the Ramanna's masalapoori joint opp to shady's college (sheshadripuram college shortened to shady's for a reason), there was the bun butter nippat masala (indianised burger) from Chetty's corner and our all time favourite cake fudge from corner house!! (And I always wonder how I pile on the kilos!)
After being fully satisfied (by all the food ofcourse!), we started walking back or rather tracing back the bylane where the bike was parked. After 30 minutes, we had circled every bylane around Malleswaram and realised that we were hopelessly lost and awfully late! Sarasu (with better geographic sense amongst the two of us) was asking random people on the street trying to figure out a way! Whilst she was at it, I saw a feeble Thatha (grandpa), atleast 85 old with a walking stick trying to cross the street! The good girl in me evoked and I approached the thatha
Me: "Road cross madbeka thatha?"
Thatha: "Mumble mumblee..." (thatha had no teeth and clearly conversation abilities was a developmental goal)
I interpreted the mumble mumblee as "Haudamma, devaru ninge olledu madli/noor makkalana hettu sukavagiru" (Yes, god bless you with hundred kids and may you live happily) or something to that effect!
So like a true hero (I was already imagining myself being nominated for the red and white bravery award! What!!? They don't give the bravery awards for helping people cross the roads???!! Appalled! They totally should consider that crossing the roads in Bangalore traffic is BRAVERY!) I digress. And so I firmly caught hold of thatha's hand and in the raging traffic with several thousand vehicles honking I bravely pulled him onto the other side of the road. (Also wishing maybe some Amir Khan in Ghajini types was watching my good deed in action and would fall head over heels in love with me and sing Tu meri adhuri pyaas pyaas)
With a brighter than the sun smile plastered on my face and wishing my mum (who always complains that i am a good for nothing) was there so see me now, I smugly looked at the Thatha (who was confusingly looking horrified) waiting to hear him thank me and bless me (you know 100 kids and all)
Thatha: Mumble Mumblee... (still incomprehensible)
Me: Parvagilla thatha (still smiling)
Thatha: Mumble Mumblee... (with an angry and horrified look on his face)
What! There isnt supposed to be an second mumble mumblee.... Confused i looked around! Looking at my confused expression, flower vendor on the footpath explained what the mumble mumblee meant
"Nanu road cross madbekagirlilla, Huch mundedey"
(I didn't want to cross the road! You mad lout!)
With that,
I will never be blessed with 100 children!
**This incident happened a few months back and the post was only completed today due to several unavoidable factors such as procrastination!
I guess this love for the drama and climax translates into impeteous actions in my life!! Yes! My climax moment had arrived and this time it was the laptop DVD writer, which had conked and the warranty stated today was the last day where the warranty would last! So there I was, along with Sarasu ziping on my bike to the service center. What good is the climax if there are no tons of coincidences and circumstances which could lead to the gripping intensity of the situation? Turns out it was also the day of opening of the Mantri Square (biggest mall and all in namma Bengalooru! Yay!). I think all the loafers by default make Bengalooru their home and all of them decided today I will go to Mantri Square, as my luck would have it! So there we were stuck in traffic for what seemed like ages. After close to 9o minutes, we hadn't even crossed 100 mts. It was 7 o clock already and the service centre would close in the next 30 minutes! And so I asked Sarasu
Me: Ene madodu eega? (What to do now?)
Sarasu: That guy is cute no?
Me: Ah yes! Ok teeeelllll meeeeeeeeee.. (I screeched in my ultra irritating girlie voice)
Sarasu: Hmm.. we will park off the bike somewhere here and walk no?
It seemed like a good idea and we were desperate. So we parked the bike in one of the first bylanes we could turn into.
Ok ok ok.. I see them closing.. and we made a run for it and just before the guy at the store banged the door on our faces, we were in!
Marwadi uncle at the service centre who was clearly pissed seeing that the date on the receipt did warranty a service free of cost "Eddu namdu mistake illa madam, nivvu evatuge bandidira. Idake warranty period agihogide"
(This is not our mistake madam, you have come today! The warranty period is over)
After much threatning and swearing of "You don't know who I am!!" (ofcourse he doesn't! I am no Katrina Kaif!) dialogues from myself, he agreed to have the DVD player fixed.
Ammaya! Job done and so we celebrated:) by eating at every random stall in the vicinity. There was the Ramanna's masalapoori joint opp to shady's college (sheshadripuram college shortened to shady's for a reason), there was the bun butter nippat masala (indianised burger) from Chetty's corner and our all time favourite cake fudge from corner house!! (And I always wonder how I pile on the kilos!)
After being fully satisfied (by all the food ofcourse!), we started walking back or rather tracing back the bylane where the bike was parked. After 30 minutes, we had circled every bylane around Malleswaram and realised that we were hopelessly lost and awfully late! Sarasu (with better geographic sense amongst the two of us) was asking random people on the street trying to figure out a way! Whilst she was at it, I saw a feeble Thatha (grandpa), atleast 85 old with a walking stick trying to cross the street! The good girl in me evoked and I approached the thatha
Me: "Road cross madbeka thatha?"
Thatha: "Mumble mumblee..." (thatha had no teeth and clearly conversation abilities was a developmental goal)
I interpreted the mumble mumblee as "Haudamma, devaru ninge olledu madli/noor makkalana hettu sukavagiru" (Yes, god bless you with hundred kids and may you live happily) or something to that effect!
So like a true hero (I was already imagining myself being nominated for the red and white bravery award! What!!? They don't give the bravery awards for helping people cross the roads???!! Appalled! They totally should consider that crossing the roads in Bangalore traffic is BRAVERY!) I digress. And so I firmly caught hold of thatha's hand and in the raging traffic with several thousand vehicles honking I bravely pulled him onto the other side of the road. (Also wishing maybe some Amir Khan in Ghajini types was watching my good deed in action and would fall head over heels in love with me and sing Tu meri adhuri pyaas pyaas)
With a brighter than the sun smile plastered on my face and wishing my mum (who always complains that i am a good for nothing) was there so see me now, I smugly looked at the Thatha (who was confusingly looking horrified) waiting to hear him thank me and bless me (you know 100 kids and all)
Thatha: Mumble Mumblee... (still incomprehensible)
Me: Parvagilla thatha (still smiling)
Thatha: Mumble Mumblee... (with an angry and horrified look on his face)
What! There isnt supposed to be an second mumble mumblee.... Confused i looked around! Looking at my confused expression, flower vendor on the footpath explained what the mumble mumblee meant
"Nanu road cross madbekagirlilla, Huch mundedey"
(I didn't want to cross the road! You mad lout!)
With that,
I will never be blessed with 100 children!
**This incident happened a few months back and the post was only completed today due to several unavoidable factors such as procrastination!
