it used to enliven us and the day started with energy. I particularly liked
this song because, it reminded me of my grade 10 and grade 12 summer vacation
Although there was no girlfriend / love involved (as in the song lyrics), it was nostalgic to me in a way.
Going down memory lane, I closed my eyes and went back to those days
and couldn't help a silly smile and blood flush my cheeks. I lived at a place called Besant Nagar and my house was 5 minutes walk from this famous beach called the Elliots Beach. I literally grew up in the beach.
my window and gesture them to wait. I see irritation on their faces and I get
ready in an astonishing 4 minutes and join them outside. Lakku yells at me -
"MV you idiot, why don't you get up early at least for one single day? You
always make us wait." I grin long and wide and show all the teeth in my mouth as I did everyday. We walk fast and almost burst into a run. "We're late" declares Janda. They must have already started.
6:00 AM : We reach the beack at 6AM and a bunch of people are already waiting
for us. One dude yells at us, "Your late guys!". It Sudhi's turn now - he
yells back - "Its MVee again." I scratch my head and as usual reply - "Sorry
dude! Lets start NOW and make up for the lost time." They all give me a super sarcastic
look and the game resumes.
9:00 AM : I ask janda - "dude whats the time?" He says "its 9AM and I think
you are your dead - your dad is going to KILL you". I think we better head
back home and so we 4 hurry up after bidding our byes.
9:20 AM : I reach home and can hear dad in the middle of his pooja and the air
is thick with the smell of incense sticks and on the the other side, the
pressure cooker is whizzing. As soon as I get in dad walks up to me. He is
obviously not very happy. He asks me - "Do you know what the time is ?" I stay
silent and don't even dare to look up. It just adds up to his anger. Now he is
furious. His fists are clenched and he is biting his teeth. A drop of cold
sweat goes down my forehead and I can feel my heartbeat on the veins of my
forehead. Fortunately, mom comes out of the kitchen like God sent. Dad
in a very angry tone yells at mom - "Does he think this is some kind of free lodge ?" Mom calms him down and the second I drop guard thinking she is going to support me, she starts yelling at me. The hungama settles down after half an hour with me being the good boy holding the pooja
bell assisting dad with his aarathi ritual and it mellows him down.
(to be continued ....)
