Not everyone is blessed with an aunt so concerned that she would actually be worried for every household in the town, I was blessed with an aunt like that and well, my journey since childhood has had a million episodes of her paranoid seriousness towards different people in the town.
My aunt, who I choose not to be named, unmarried, 40-something is the perfect example of the clichéd definition of those over concerned aunts who want to know more about your career than yourself. Not just that, she takes things on the next level when she has to know about every youngster and their careers, every household and their problems, every couple and their new marriage, every affair in the locality, every property deal happening in the town, every death and every funeral (including which member received the most gold as inheritance) and the list goes on and on… So, like I’ve already mentioned, I was blessed with an aunt who has a serious condition to the aforementioned magnitude.
She’s the one you’ll find walking on all roads in both mornings and evenings at a speed that makes her stand out loud in the crowd. She can be found preaching at all temples in Dehradun, be it the home of Sai Baba or Rama. Not only that, she would sometimes go crazy and start dancing out of her devotion to her beloved God. If by chance, she has left some spare time at home, you’ll find her singing those hymns and the very next moment chanting abuses to all neighbours, if not my mother too. Wow, What a contrast!
You find yourself being issued a challan and she’s the one who comes to your rescue because somehow by God’s grace she’s friends with every single policeman in the city.
Recently in the passing away of my neighbour’s grandmother, she was more concerned in accusing my friend’s father for not taking care of his mother and spreading that fact in the area like a megaphone addressing a crowd instead of showing a drop of care towards her or the situation or towards the man’s loss. Not only that, she was rather more concerned for the division of property and gold according to inheritance and she made use of every second she had spare to scratch and scrape out the bits and pieces of information from their tenants.
She would start washing the balcony in the middle of the day and when my mother points this little detail out she tells her to imagine that it’s raining. Then (as witnessed by me) she would bend down from the balcony, find the spot where our clothes are on the clothing line and drop a bucket load of used water over the freshly washed clothes. Then later after a whole ordeal of domestic arguing she would somehow (with assistance from my grandmother) make me say sorry for talking to her rudely. Not only that, she would go to the lowest of below to convince me that my mother was the one who threw verbal abuses first.
You can find her anywhere in the town, at any road, on any hour of the clock taking a walk. This woman is so active that she has the capability to eat a fridge-load of food and then take a cross city walk each day.
She has a vehicle which she cleans, polishes and what not, then she covers it in a bed sheet, then another bed sheet, then another, then another and when she is sure that her little Honda Activa looks like a mini T-Rex she covers it with the cover itself. Not only that, when my dog passes her, secure like the NSA headquarters, vehicle she looks at him with those eyes which clearly hold him guilty of trying to harm her vehicle.
But well, one blog post cannot cover the greatness of this great, paranoid, serious aunt, so I guess, this is the point where I end the recollection of her serious adventures. I hope you had fun and I wish no one would have this bliss fall upon them ever. 🙂
This post is an entry to ‘Condition Serious Hai!’ Contest by Indiblogger.in and Cadbury 5 Star (Mondelēz International, Inc).