She never gets caught
August 3, 2016

“I’ve heard they practise yoga, akka. Isn’t that a nice thing,” Girija said.
“What nice thing? If your heart is clean, you’ll be at peace. No amount of yoga will help if you if you only have evil in your mind. And if at all she’s doing it, I bet it’s to show she’s keeping up with the trend. Modern, you know! uh! There’s nothing like doing one’s household chores with dedication. It’s a medicine and therapy in itself — from sweeping to cooking and washing and teaching kids. It’ll keep you fit as a fiddle.”
Girija, tactfully took leave of the brother-sister duo and went to the kitchen “to clean fish, else the crows will savour them for lunch.” She squatted down on the backyard steps with an earthen vessel of fish and a knife, murmuring, “has no better work but discipline all and sundry. At this age instead of sitting at home and reading the Geetha, she’s out to gossip. Can’t tolerate anybody leading a good life…”
“What fish did you get today?”
“Where’s your daughter-in-law?”
“She’s studying, akka. Her final semester exams are round the corner.”
“Listen Girija, once a girl is married, her first priority should be to help in the kitchen. Does she plan to work, when she joins your son in Australia?”
So that’s the purpose of this morning’s visit – to take on that innocent girl.
“Where does she go early morning these days. I see her on her scooty going north.”
“Oh! She’s joined the gym here akka. She goes there in the morning.”
“Why? Why can’t she help you with house work. Sweep the garden, this courtyard. Isn’t that physical work? Spending money simply on gym. Does she even know anything? What work will she have in Australia when she joins your son? Caged in a flat.”
“Doesn’t she have the whole life to do house work, akka?”
“Well, spoil her. Don’t forget, your son will suffer,” she said and turned to leave, saying, “Let me go, it’s 11 am, a new serial has begun since yesterday. It’s good. Ahaa! it’s so difficult to cross your road now. That’ll take me another 10 minutes. I’m surely going to miss the first part.”
What my road?
“Why don’t you watch it here, akka? I’ll switch on the TV for you.”
“There’s no clarity on your set.”
“Wait a minute, I’ll just wash my hands and join you,” said Girija.
I am with Team #CrimsonRush for the #BarAThon from 1st to 7th August 2016
Hehehe…you sketched the character of the old lady so well. We find these kinds everywhere, don't we? Always ready to poke their noses in others businesses.
I've seen ladies like this one – one law for the doe one law for the deer!
How well you have portrayed the double standards of Savithri akka! I also loved how you brought out the quintessential old family system of being respectful to one's elders despite the differences!
Lovely tale, Nisha! I enjoyed it! We have so many Girijas in this world and so many Akkas!
A common story in our lives very delightfully told; nuances were brought out so well!