For those who can take humor in a humorous way!
He sits there gazing at every family proceedings! a sense of pride in him, he declares himself as the ‘adhipathi’
“He wants coffee!” shouts a person in a shrieking voice which probably symbolizes tension; “He is sitting there for long enough and still haven’t seen the first sight of coffee! oh my god! huh!” sighs the auntie’s draped in sarees adding to her sweat and woes!
He sits there with his leg twirling at every person coming near him to talk, he shakes his head gently and raises his voice which is nothing sort of the voice of a parliament speaker! he represents no one but his own sense of ‘pride’ which looks like a condition of ‘hysteria’ for people who are born to hate him but forced to ‘love-him’
“Did you talk to him!?” exclaims a aged yet excited granny with her spectacles falling off her slippery nose! “oh! is he here already?” answers a tiring yet forced old aged man tying his dothi ‘upside’ right up to his knees! sometimes ‘even his hands follows protocols”
“How are you? how is your work? did you eat something? did you have your 300th dose of coffee for the day?” the question hour begins! answering them is left to his priority but he has all the rights to discard it however and when ever he wants, he is the ultimate messiah after all! “You girls are here! what a nincompoop you girls are! he is there sitting idly, go talk to him, wish him, greet him, serve him..” shouts the mother to her other daughters in a voice which shrills only at his name!
“oh! he is soooo sweet……” exclaims nincompoop 1
“and soo talented…..” adds nincompoop 2
As they circle him wondering everything about a man who has done ‘nothing’ and firing questions which probably makes ‘Alexander as an ordinary man’
“Oh god! he is a software engineer!” boasts the father (right! amidst other 10 million software engineers in this world!”)
“Good gracious, he works for inf*****s!” exclaims the uncle (“right! amidst other 5 million people in bangalore!” )
“look at his diamond studded watch!” sighs, the uncle’s uncle (“right! if only the girls father had enjoyed his own life!”)
“He has a H1b visa stamped” whispers the uncle’s uncle’s aunty (“right! even the pirates of Somalia have their visas stamped!”)
“He is A MAN!” declares the uncle’s uncle’s aunty’s nephew (“Right! thank you!”)
“Get it going!” shouts the uncle who is believed to be a major in army as the battalion of servers come up with plates and place before him! he has all the freedom to just choose what he wants to eat, his one look at the plate! the next moment it is on his lap! as he looks around! to get some fresh air, people wonder what it is like to be………
It is no joke either! he has earned all his life to get to this position. Years of playing ‘marbles’ and ‘street cricket’ at the local playgrounds, hard nights of sleeping before the exams! Scores of friends in college, pages of paper rockets! extended years in destitute engineering colleges! hours of waiting on the benches of any IT company, days of self appraisals, minutes of achievements! seconds of intelligence in choosing the right girl, bunch of relatives with attitude and moments of pride being a guy; he has finally officially bagged it.
He is now a “SON-In-Law”, the esteemed “Maapillai”
“Being a guy!”