Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Mundane Post Number Two.

The computer at home looks a little wistful, but I'm fickle as fickle can be. Fourth day at SPC-C today. The lady and the gentleman who run it eye me with watery eyes nowadays. I think they want to adopt me. Also, they have started playing Rafi here, and I didn't even say anything. Talk about telepathy.

I was on a bus today and I saw this lady with her son. The kid looked about ten years old, had a virulent red bag (which the mother held, by the way), and slurped at a Fivestar in a way that sickened me. What was worse is that the mother kept running her hands through his hair, saying "Ki holo, Manu, bhalo lagchhe toh?" In a crowded bus, when she should have been hanging on for dear life to the railing above her head. What was infinitely worse was that a seat was vacated after a point, and the woman excecuted a stunt I didn't think possible - as the bus screeched to a halt, she flung her handbag onto the vacated space with an expert flick of her elbow, while the hand still caressed the obnoxious Manu's head. And then, fighting a wave of potential seat-stealers, she commanded: "Bosh, Manu, seat-ta dhor. Bosh!"

Manu sat immediately, looking about him in a supremely self-satisfied manner. There was no attempt to offer the seat to his mother, who still held the bag. He was then fed a boiled egg from a shiny metal tiffin box that was procured from the aforementioned bag. I am not making this up, because he ate with his mouth open. And the woman did not fall down or get trampled upon.

It beats me how some kids are spoilt. If I had a kid like that I'd throttle him till he stopped expecting me to carry his schoolbag. And the worst part is that I don't even blame the kid. If all the indulgent mothers of the world collectively got together and stopped stuffing their sons with protein, maybe they'd grow up all right. Maybe they wouldn't have oily heads and oily grins, and maybe they'd be more assertive, and maybe, just maybe, there would be more eligible men around. One wonders what a world full of Manus would be like. I know I am being impossibly paranoid, but I do not like people who eat with their mouths open.

One wonders.

13 have survived.:

Reeti said...

"If all the indulgent mothers of the world collectively got together and stopped stuffing their sons with protein, maybe they'd grow up all right. Maybe they wouldn't have oily heads and oily grins, and maybe they'd be more assertive, and maybe, just maybe, there would be more eligible men around."

Amen to that!

ad libber said...

So that is the reason I am 20 and horrifyingly single!!

Eggs in a bus?

I wonder where that woman learned her balancing trick? Ballet?

Elendil said...

Jesus, you write so fucking well.

And hello. Bengalis are all basically Manus or Manu's mom. You're surrounded by them. I have to admit I'm a bit of a Manu myself :P

i.am.like.this.only said...

you sound very much like my mother.
my mum never even cared to drop me to the bus stop when i was in lower infant.
and that is to say something because the bus stop was at quite a distance from my place.



*sigh*
i saw the Manu in question.
i thought you hadn't noticed the whole scene.
i actually ended up giving Manu's mom a weird what-just-happened stare too.
*sigh*

heh? ok said...

well, i had a classmate in my masters batch who would bring a boiled egg (or two) to class everyday. he would use a newspaper to crack the shell open, and proceed to gulp it down with obvious glee. and then he would drink milk straight out of a mother dairy packet. the whole classroom would stink. he was, and remains, vile and dirty.

that's what the manus end up as. vile dog walking egg eating milk slurpers.

Unknown said...

bahahahahahahahahahaha
hahahhahahahahhahahaha
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hahahahahahahahahahaha

Why do I always end up commenting after heh?ok..??

The Reluctant Rebel said...

I hate kids. especially the bratty ones. Send them away to boarding school and bring back the cane i say. :)

little boxes said...

oh i wish i could slap the shit out of this manu kid...and keep slapping him till he said "sorry" for being a brat!
kalyug...i say =D

Magically Bored said...

I so agree with your post.. Kids are spoilt rotten, and these overprotective mothers should all be shot at gunpoint! Ditto for the kids who like to be namby-pambied!

Doubletake, Doublethink. said...

@ reeti: on a rant, wasn't i?

@ ad libber: precisely. we'd better look for, i dunno, biharis.

@ elendil: i was ranting, baba. you're a manu?!?

@ heh? ok: eurgh.

@pom: bwaha. i have no idea.

@ rahul saha: no no i love kids. but this one, my god.

@ lb: kalyug's pretty accurate. these dweebs will soon be voting, not that it will make a difference, but for the sake of a scandalous statement, chhee.

@ fishy: bullseye. it's a two-way street.

Elendil said...

All bengali kids are slightly Manu. I've fought it with large doses of grunge music, but I have to admit I have a Manu corner in me :P

What's In A Name ? said...

I hope no 'Manu' reads you post for the damage has already been done. :D

Doubletake, Doublethink. said...

@ elendil: nono, ven grunge cannot fight that.

@ wian: eek :D