Thursday, July 13, 2006

A jump and a run - version: modern

Left left jump. Right right jump. One two three four. Left left jump and right right jump. A jump and a run, a jump and a run… Right crunch. One two three four. Left crunch. One two three four… “Why are you breathing so heavily? Did you run to come here? It was after all kurusamy maama’s shop. Not that far”, inquisitive mother wants to know. “She has been jumping and running all the way from the shop”, report from a passer-by, some athai or chithi or a paatti or an achchi. They are all the same. Even chithappas/periyappas or maamas and pattiyaas even thaathas are the same too. “Ahh. Why doesn’t that surprise me! I have been telling her to behave like a girl. She never listens. I don’t know how I am going to deal with her. It is me who is going to get the blame when she goes to her in-law’s family. Her mother in law is going to point her finger towards me for her bad upbringing. She is definitely going to shame us all”. One two three four. Left crunch. One two three four right crunch. One two three four. Haa. Some more would be good. It is burning. But, see how big the tummy is. I had to hold my breath all day to keep it less showing. Formals makes it worse, doesn’t it? Left crunch. One two three four. Right crunch one two three four. Advanced crunch. One two three … four…. Five….. haaaa…. Enough for today… “Premalatha, Premalatha, awwhat? You must be joking. I am slaving in the kitchen washing all the dishes, and you? (left left and a jump, right right jump) Nice to see you keeping yourself fit, but, please get yourself in there and prepare the sandwich for our lunch pack”. “Last time in the formals I was looking so ugly”. “Yeah, I know. I know your concern. (a jump and a run). That guy you were flirting with, you both forgetting the topic and purpose of your meeting, (a jump and a run) I know, you needed to be very fit. Has it ever occurred to you that you are approaching forty, F O R T Y and you need to age gracefully now?” ahhh. “What?” “I have cut my finger. What else? It is the knife. I always tell you to keep the paring knife off my sight. Where is the serrated one? It cuts the sandwich better”.

8 comments:

sudha said...

u cant use tummy as an excuse for that !!!! try the regular "why grow up, why graceful?" ...

Dadoji said...

Sorry boss but yeh sab ekdam bouncer gaya. :-(

Madura said...

That sounds wonderful! Keeping your childhood alive within you. I sometimes run for no reason, specifically up the stairs two steps at a time ... and the most tempting jump to the floor from the last three steps - straight! :) ... I try to control myself when I am back in TN!!! :) ...
Looks like you are having a wonderful time! There is a jump and a run spirit in the words ... Wish you all the fun!

Premalatha said...

@Sudha,
>"why grow up,
I can understand why you would say that. :D

@Dadoji,
Mera matlab ka ye tha, ki, mujhe hameshaa koina koi dadthe rahatha hai. Thab meri maa dadthithi, ab mere pathi! (Boss, ignore all the "h" problems. :D) :D

@Madura,
Thank you. You must stay with me one whole day (atleast) and see me at home, me in my natural habitat living. ;)

The Visitor said...

Ahh. Why doesn’t that surprise me! I have been telling her to behave like a girl. She never listens. I don’t know how I am going to deal with her. It is me who is going to get the blame when she goes to her in-law’s family. Her mother in law is going to point her finger towards me for her bad upbringing. She is definitely going to shame us all

I can almost hear the words as said in tamil. LOL

Doesn't it make you nostalgic and want you to return "home"? or is turning back never possible?

Premalatha said...

returning back is possible but not what I want.

It all started after my recent (last year) visit to India and my family. I felt sad. I couldn't go to Kombai. I wanted to and I didn't want to. I wanted everything frozen there. Not the kind of frozen that things do not move, but the kind of frozen that time does not move. Then I realised that it is not Kombai I wanted frozen.
Also, it all started when I saw one of an acquitances here in UK smacking their kid and proudly telling me "adi uthavara maathiri annanthambikuda uthava maattan". Both well educated, both working, both in UK, both claimed to be rich families, both city bred... you name it. So, I wanted to tell stories through a child's eyes. but got caught in Kombai myself. At the moment I am totally confused and almost stopped blogging now. I should return back, hopefully soon.

WA said...

OMG reading all those crunches were painful enough, I need to be hitting that gym soon. Then again there is always tomorrow

Premalatha said...

WA,
I have heard that you have a perfect no. 10 shape. :)