I Am Sorry

Blogging from the place which is my native(not precisely though )..the place where I came out crying,out of my poor mother’s womb, amongst the few doctors who instantly “face palmed” after looking at me crying, when they pulled me out(slow claps for you docs),thus providing an “add on” to their pregnancy success rate.And yes my Grand Mom often used to say me that I was as dark as the "Black Forest" cake when I was born,that my mom literally lost her temper and went on to the consumer court to sue the company that distributed the saffron leaves she was in-taking when I was pretty happily snoring inside her den.(But the leaves had its temporary effect on me later though..)

I was chubby then(when?then..two yrs old),that people used to pull my cheeks out.Unfortunately,as I grew up,it was only my bones that grew up with me,and the cheek flesh which only fattened up in its "Property Of Elasticity" after all those pulls of the “affectionate” people made,just got placed over the bones which is the “so called” flesh of my body.(Just wanted to tell you how healthy i am.) And there is this guy in our college who is pretty much famous among my set(especially girls)with all those chubby cheeks and the “Amul” baby look.So whenever I look at him,I get this trance.Me being a “Chota Mota Cute Little Baby” to a “Bada Lamba Thin(still little) Boy ”.

But why am I telling all these to you ?I should tell you about something that I wanted to tell.

I had been to a place where I usually don’t go,when I come here.It is this ancestral village of our family,the place which is supposed to be remembered till my last breathe .The history of the place which I must carry forward to the next generation.For what i am destined to.

Basically it is pretty simple.There are "two" set of relatives according to the people like me (at least that is the way I see).One,The relations that would make you go “AWW”.Two,The relations that would make you go “EWW”.

Apparently, they are the second set of people as far as I concern and as far as I look at them.Like there are 7 families living out there at the village still. And Sadly,I was forced to visit the “EWW” persons today, considering  them to be the “AWW” ones.

Interesting part,there were certain conditions laid down by my parents on the way to the village.

1.Switch off your mobile phone.(My mind:As if I am boarding a flight to California to visit my Ex. Clean bowled)

2.Keep looking at the ground till they ask you something.(My Counter Side: Yes ,I am a girl who just attended puberty and someone is coming to my house with a marriage proposal.Nice.)

3.If ever by mistake you would look up from the ground,Just keep smiling(Mind:Hey Karthik .. actually they call these people as something in tamizh)

4.Eat whatever they give you(Me:At all 7? okay !I can do that till my grinder accepts the load.But once the limit exceeds..you know)

So they were basically going to show me what a “military school will look like”.

*In to the village.*

”Bye Bye World.May my phone Rest In Peace for a few..umm wait..a day”,I said to myself.

Believe me or not.You can even survive an Earthquake or A Tsunami or whatever..but not my “EWWs”. Still,I did.I succeeded.The moment I inhaled a faint of fresh air,my dad told me this,”one more to go”.

“I am not so weak at mathematics baba , I am good at basics.I can count and it is 7 and over”,I said.

“No,this is one of our family friend and you must come”,he did.

"As "EWWs" as Father",I speculated. 

But I was wrong.

Those people made my day.

I got to see a "pretty much" 50 yr old couple and an 80 yr old great-grandmother type,whose ears if I had peered at it properly,seemed to have undergone my “choti moti” year’s cheek disorder.Obviously,even the African elephant would suffer because of the elasticity,if you carry such weight on your ears.”Kudos Paati ma!”I giggled silently.There were no set of instructions to be followed here and so I was the "too-hyper” me.

(What would a free bird do when it is let out of the cage after a day of exhibition?True emancipation indeed!)

*takes out my phone,FIFA 14*

When I was there at the brink to score a goal for Man U and win it at the extra time(At least,Man U could win it virtually),people were ON with a conversation regarding my Great Grandmother. Okay  Actually, I get excited when I hear my great Grandma’s  name.This is the Great Grandma from the “EWWs'” side.I at least “self-excite” myself when I hear others talk about all the “not-so-convincing” stories of her. Seriously people..all the things she did..u can never be so tricky as her.

But it was only today when I got to know how good she actually was.The way the family friend of ours described each and every frickin good thing about her appealed. The person towards whom I actually grew a grudge upon. A bold lady who is no more with us.

 Guilt and Pure Guilt. I am right now sitting alone at the open space veranda of the house where she lived and writing this to you. I am not a strong believer of ghosts but if I come across one, I definitely will.(But,I get scared like hell,that only the friends of mine who have been to the “ghost house” with me would know)  I have heard people gossiping about the spirit of my Great Grandma going on rounds nocturnally.Its 3.28 A.M.

And if I really would see her,and if I would stay still without fainting out of stroke,this is what I would like to say.

"I Am Sorry."