Teacher …..Id Mubarak!
Honey, so what did you to do for Id? "Umma made ‘Pathari’ and Curry and …….and we feasted on it … Said Zainaba. So where is my share? Asked Sosamma teacher with an element of exuberance.
Zainaba was benumbed for a moment. Teacher’s poser invoked the reticence in her, making her comfort zone next to nil. She knew she was caught ……telling lies for trivial things. Tears rolled down her chubby cheeks like the tributaries of the Periyar, never knowing where to end up. There wasn’t any reason for Sosamma Teacher to enquire further.
Zainaba’s father was jailed in one of Gulf countries, for working there on a visiting visa. And her Umma, managed to get ends meet by mopping the neighbor’s floor, often getting just enough to eat. Some days the family goes on fast…not for religious reason, but because…… there is hardly anything to eat! Pride prevented the family from seeking favors. Instead they lied to others curbing the sorry state of affairs under their wrap.
What happened next was an implant of secularism in the minds of the both. Teacher opened up her lunch box—stuffed with rice and chicken curry. And looked at Zainaba. Both knew that action that needs to be followed.
The left over’s were washed with fresh water drawn from the School well. The lunch box shined against the sunlight, leaving the impressions of rays (or Zakkat of love?)……. nonchalantly on anything that came its way. Was the lunch box too celebrating….on Id…? Perhaps!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
One Day in Jockey’s Life. By Patroz Palal
……Lets be straight – Jockey doesn’t like his Master. Despite of ‘his’ famous underwear antecedents, ‘he’ is treated shabbily by his master.
Jockey gets a shower only once in two or three days. On the top of that, his master would drench him in cold water and press him under superhot iron box, just when it’s time to catch the office cab.
His Master – Mahesh (or ‘Mathew’ during Pacific Standard Time) is longing for a promotion as team lead at his BPO, for quite some time. ‘Mathew’s ’colleague and senior at office, Suzan (Or Subha during Indian Standard Time) agrees to help him device a promotion strategy.
Jockey is enthralled... For if his master gets a promotion, he is sure to get some more companions. he can shed the company of other torn-out veteran underwares.
‘Suzan’ came to ‘Matthews’s’ rented apartment, on a Sunday morning. Both of them took a bunch of paper and pencil and shut them inside the room. They agreed to disagree on any aspects of the strategy, until both of them shared the same thoughts. Bar Charts & Stats started forming impressions on the paper. Paper balls flew straight towards the corner waste bin, often missing the aim. The strategy discussions flew ‘high and sky ‘and then ……..slowly tapered down.
Bingo – they have struck upon a working strategy!!!
Just then, the calling bell cried aloud, in defiance. And both of them jumped out of the couch. Oh Gosh – Its Mamma …. I totally forgot that she is coming in today … Said ‘Mathew. She is an orthodox person … it would be totally annoying for her to see you here. ‘Suzan’ hurriedly took all her belongings and slipped out through the back door.
Jockey is the happiest undergarment today.
Jockey felt something unusual. For the first time he is able to smell the fragrance of ladies perfume. That’s apart; Jockey had a cushioning comfort, inside the Blue colored ‘BARE’ Jeans of Suzan! Jockey ‘slept like a cat’ often curling ‘himself’ around the velvet skin of ‘Suzan’…. with a yawn.. Cool and Calm!
It was ‘August 15, 1947’ in Jockey’s life!
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Dear Readers – Its one of my attempts to write about sex, without actually writing it. If I did offend anyone, kindly accept my apology
Regards – Patroz Palal
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Jockey gets a shower only once in two or three days. On the top of that, his master would drench him in cold water and press him under superhot iron box, just when it’s time to catch the office cab.
His Master – Mahesh (or ‘Mathew’ during Pacific Standard Time) is longing for a promotion as team lead at his BPO, for quite some time. ‘Mathew’s ’colleague and senior at office, Suzan (Or Subha during Indian Standard Time) agrees to help him device a promotion strategy.
Jockey is enthralled... For if his master gets a promotion, he is sure to get some more companions. he can shed the company of other torn-out veteran underwares.
‘Suzan’ came to ‘Matthews’s’ rented apartment, on a Sunday morning. Both of them took a bunch of paper and pencil and shut them inside the room. They agreed to disagree on any aspects of the strategy, until both of them shared the same thoughts. Bar Charts & Stats started forming impressions on the paper. Paper balls flew straight towards the corner waste bin, often missing the aim. The strategy discussions flew ‘high and sky ‘and then ……..slowly tapered down.
Bingo – they have struck upon a working strategy!!!
Just then, the calling bell cried aloud, in defiance. And both of them jumped out of the couch. Oh Gosh – Its Mamma …. I totally forgot that she is coming in today … Said ‘Mathew. She is an orthodox person … it would be totally annoying for her to see you here. ‘Suzan’ hurriedly took all her belongings and slipped out through the back door.
Jockey is the happiest undergarment today.
Jockey felt something unusual. For the first time he is able to smell the fragrance of ladies perfume. That’s apart; Jockey had a cushioning comfort, inside the Blue colored ‘BARE’ Jeans of Suzan! Jockey ‘slept like a cat’ often curling ‘himself’ around the velvet skin of ‘Suzan’…. with a yawn.. Cool and Calm!
It was ‘August 15, 1947’ in Jockey’s life!
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Dear Readers – Its one of my attempts to write about sex, without actually writing it. If I did offend anyone, kindly accept my apology
Regards – Patroz Palal
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