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I have been postponing this post for a long time now, had almost given up the idea of writing this...but since I can't get it out of my mind- here it goes.
The following is an excerpt from a conversation with our factory's landlord's family, a Jat family (no offence to the community and in no way this intends to generalise the community).
Enter their house. Greeted by the two bahus of the family. Father introduces them to us(for me and my mother, it was our first meeting with them). We settle down.Younger bahu leaves to get water and stuff. Then starts the conversation.


Elder bahu- "kaunsi class mein hai beti ?"

Mom- "baarahvi mein hai"

Elder bahu- "Achha, beta bada hai ya chhota hai ?"

Dad- "beta nahin hai"

Elder bahu (visibly astonished)- "beta nahin hai ?" (flaunting an expression that made me break into my most irreverent laugh ever)
I stifled my laughter with immense effort and I could somewhat sense the lady thinking ki "ek toh ek hi beti hai aur woh bhi batammeez !"

Dad(somewhat amused himself)- "hamara beta bhi yehi hai"

Elder bahu(with conspicuous pride)- "meri toh 3 ladkiyan hain aur 1 ladka hai"
the pride showing itself at the mention of the "1 ladka"

Father leaves. Enters the younger bahu.
Same conversation, asks which grade I study in. And then-

Younger bahu- "Aur ladka ?"

Momma- "Ladka nahin hai."

Younger bahu to the elder one in astonishment- "Inka ladka nahin hai !"

Momma- "hamare liye sab kuch yehi hai"

Younger bahu- "fir bhi ladka toh hona chahiye"

Then comes the most hilarious moment of the meeting.....when the younger bahu proceeds to ask-

"Ladka banaya nahin ya bana nahin ?"

Momma and I looked at each other, myself enjoying the amusement(with a kind of anger simmering in my mind as well) and momma, partially amused and partially embarrased.

Momma tries to say something, starts with a feeble "nahin..." and goes on to change the topic.

This was something that I shall not be able to forget.

By the way, this happened on Diwali, which reminds me of a certain question that has been bugging me for quite some time- What is the pleasure that one gets on hearing the disgusting sound of those detestable crackers ? I mean it beats all logic. How can noises as those produced by crackers be pleasing to one's senses ? And if they are not, why do some people choose to subject themselves and others to such torture ?

Getting back to the present,
What is one's state of mind after reading the plots and storylines of movies like 'Irreversible', 'The Last House on the Left', 'Nightmare on Elm street', 'Friday the 13th', 'Psycho' and about a guy called Ed Gein ?

Ask me- not pleasant, no...not at all..