The little one refused to stop talking. His shrill voice reverberated through the small car. It took 15 minutes of desperate pleading from everyone else for him to agree to give the talk a break. But we did not realize that not talking meant singing. He belted out numbers at the highest human octave possible. Some of the songs were known but others were spontaneous compositions, which seemed more like an imposition. Ridiculousness would have hung its head in shame had it heard him sing "Patanjali grandfather is eating free food at Amma Unavagam". As I write these lines, I think "How can anyone put something like that into a tune!" He did it; not once but many times. Suddenly, the songs stopped and he moved to the world of fantasy and superheros. He started describing graphically the Batman villain Two-face with Patanjali grandfather on one side and one of his teachers on the other.
At a signal, he saw a lady crossing the road with a baby on her hips. She seemed a careful mother who had waited for the traffic to stop prior to attempting to cross the road. Yet, the little fellow, objected to her actions by exclaiming "Hachoo! How can she do this with the baby on her hips?" We probed on the need for the statement but he had moved on and was screaming about a restaurant that served unlimited chicken biriyani. If the Guinness book of records official was present, he would have awarded the record for the "most number of chicken biriyani's mentioned in a minute within a small car occupied to its maximum capacity" to him.
That was not the end of the conversation. "I want to sell my Honda Brio for 26 lakhs and buy two new cars" he shouted into my ears.
I responded shocked "You can't sell a Honda Brio for 26 lakhs."
"Oh! The car is well maintained. It is in good condition. So I will sell it and buy a BMW."
"BMW! What about the second car?"
"What second car?"
"You said you will buy two cars."
"No I will only buy the BMW."
"So you plan to sell your Honda Brio for 26 lakhs and buy a BMW is it?"
"That's right!"
One evening, I found him between his friends. I shouted in his direction "Did you sell the Honda Brio for 26 lakhs?" He walked over to me and answered angrily "Hey! Don't shout it in front of all. We will talk about it in private" and walked back shaking his head.
At a signal, he saw a lady crossing the road with a baby on her hips. She seemed a careful mother who had waited for the traffic to stop prior to attempting to cross the road. Yet, the little fellow, objected to her actions by exclaiming "Hachoo! How can she do this with the baby on her hips?" We probed on the need for the statement but he had moved on and was screaming about a restaurant that served unlimited chicken biriyani. If the Guinness book of records official was present, he would have awarded the record for the "most number of chicken biriyani's mentioned in a minute within a small car occupied to its maximum capacity" to him.
That was not the end of the conversation. "I want to sell my Honda Brio for 26 lakhs and buy two new cars" he shouted into my ears.
I responded shocked "You can't sell a Honda Brio for 26 lakhs."
"Oh! The car is well maintained. It is in good condition. So I will sell it and buy a BMW."
"BMW! What about the second car?"
"What second car?"
"You said you will buy two cars."
"No I will only buy the BMW."
"So you plan to sell your Honda Brio for 26 lakhs and buy a BMW is it?"
"That's right!"
One evening, I found him between his friends. I shouted in his direction "Did you sell the Honda Brio for 26 lakhs?" He walked over to me and answered angrily "Hey! Don't shout it in front of all. We will talk about it in private" and walked back shaking his head.
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