This piece of literatur bears no resemblance to any person living or dead...but events & happenings are not fictitious.
Venue: Home or Mac D's or a restaurant or terrace
Centre of attraction: Birthday kid? Naaaaah...it's the mother and most of the other female guests!
Why: Look at their recession defying attire. loaded with gold and zardozi saris and layers of make up.
I empathise with the guys and completely understand why they look so lost. The wives' sartorial exuberance has burnt a gaping hole in their wallets and after every such birthday party the hole gets bigger as there will be comparisions drawn about what Mrs Sharma has and what Mrs Verma lacks and the best has to be owned, to be flaunted at the next such get together.
Aah the kids...they are blissfully unaware of the undercurrents till one kid starts a nursery rhyme all the rest of the poor kids are prompted to join in or maybe lead. Kids are bribed too..if he\she can recite so and so rhyme then he'll be lucky enough to visit Mac D the following weekend.Kids are kids and some don't fall prey to such bribes, they are taken care of after getting home(spanked for having ruined the parent's reputation).
Just when you are engrossed in the kids play (I can't find where else to rest my eyes..not able to withstand all the glitter from the gold) you could hear a female falseto alarm....move closer and eveasdrop....sounds like unnecessary bantering to the point of worthlessness. All members are alert and it's like the swiss knife syndrome-armed with as many tools (examples in this case) for maximum number of undefined situations. One member starts talking about her relatives abroad and the rest pitch in -they have several more kith and kin, abroad. No matter what, everyone else has also been there and done that, usually in a much bigger way. The men are enjoying the boniferous party, discussing work, shares, politics and everything that's important under sun. They are men...god's gift to (Wo)mankind.
I always wanted to run away from the spot because I couldn't fit in with the women-naah I'm too snobbish to break ice with them, the men....naah-it is not considered good to bond with the opposite gender, the kids...yes maybe but not to the point they are climbing all over me. But, now when i think in retrospect, it was a lot of fun..just be a silent spectator to all the drama around and enjoy! Looking forward to many such birth day parties....hope i get invited, though.
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