Today
I am remembering the funniest incidents of my life. One relates to Anu. Her
name was Anuradha Hawaldar. But every one addressed her as Anu. She used to
come to my mother to learn conversational English. She had completed her B.Com
and was pursuing her M.Com. Plastic carry bags were an integral part of her
personality. Whether she went for shopping vegetables or she came for her
English tuitions, whether she went for a marriage or to offer her condolences
on the death of an acquaintance, big plastic carry bags given by the clothes
shops were always clinged to her bosom. Anu was a guileless simpleton and hence
was a butt of joke among her friends, who unlike her were pursuing MBA and thus suffering from resultant superiority
complex.
Once Anu went to the vegetables market. While she was busy looking for fresh farm vegetables she stepped into a basket of tomatoes, thereby crushing them like that at the Tomatano festival. The vendor lady held her leg tightly while it was still into the basket and she refused to let it go until she was compensated for the loss suffered by her.
Once Anu went to the vegetables market. While she was busy looking for fresh farm vegetables she stepped into a basket of tomatoes, thereby crushing them like that at the Tomatano festival. The vendor lady held her leg tightly while it was still into the basket and she refused to let it go until she was compensated for the loss suffered by her.
On
another occasion when she had been to the same market, one cow was also roaming
in the market in a lookout for unguarded veggies so that she could gormandize
on the gift of the farm until the vendor noticed it and shooed her away with a
stick. Though there was no any bad blood between Anu and the cow, the cow tried
to attack her, with the chief weapon in her armour – her horns. Anu did not deter. She grasped the horns of
the cow with both her hands, the way a driver maneuvers the steering wheel. Anu
succeed and the cow had to change her course.
Anu
had very high expectations when it came to her marriage. She wanted a very rich
husband, one who would not have any parents or siblings. Only orphans suited
the bill. However, there are very few orphans in the world who are
multimillionaires. Anu forgot that even
she had two brothers who did not have a great fortune and also had an unmarried
daughter. Everybody tried to convince Anu to bring down her bar of
expectations. But she was a hard nut to crack. Anu crossed her thirties but was
still unmarried.
Last
heard, she is very happy. She has found a man who fulfilled both her
expectations of full bank-balance and devoid of any chords and is in
matrimonial bliss. Every person, however insignificant has a special place in
your heart and he or she peeks out after many years for no any apparent reason,
like Anu did in my musings today morning.