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My friends, I gave into the 'call of duty' and joined the bandwagon of being an entrepreneur,nobody to encourage me in what I am doing ( except my family) but at least I have saved myself from these very prying eyes.
add my "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" to yours!
Now for my something "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", a judge hearing a case of wife beating and abuse, sneered at the victim, saying she was wasting the valuable time of the courtm on "gharelu" matters & advised her to "adjust"!!!!
That aside, 'satsang aunties' are quite hilarious. I live in a bungalow-society sort of neighbourhood, and the clubhouse is about 5m away from my home. Sometimes, early in the a.m, I can hear Bollywood music sung in the style of bhajans. So far I've heard 'Chammak Challo', 'Ainvayi Ainvayi', and 'Sheila'. What was really terrifying was a ceremony held there to mark the 13th day since somebody's death (Hindu custom) and I was generally just feeling bad for the person, was walking down the street..and I heard 'Tu toh ainvayi lut gaya' being sung. VERY loudly. My mum and I didn't know how to react :P
The soul-less chanting of bhajans to bollywood numbers .... you feel numb after a while & go into a dazed trance!
But believe me, you haven't lived life fully until you have attended a session by the 'fruit swamini'!!! There was this scary looking, orange robed Yogini (is that a word?) & she interspersed the bhajan sessions, by randomly picking up a fruit from the bowl in front of her & hurling it at someone.
The victim of the hurl, instead of crying blue murder, looked grateful & immediately went and touched Swamini Didi's feet!
Kya nazara tha! People dressed in their satsang best, with fruit smattered on their faces, gingerly rubbing the bruised areas, since our Yogini packed quite a punch!
Yours truly beat a hasty retreat, when I saw her reach for the next fruit - a hefty, prickly pineapple!
I fled singing, 'chalo bulawa aya hai, Maata nein bulaya hai!'
The "Fruit-ini" was last seen in Dubai, on a visit from India. No further details, because with my unceremonious exit, I am not welcome at her fruit-fest any more!