i was like 15 years old. it was one of my cousin’s wedding. the young kids were entrusted with serving lunch to the ladies in the zanaan Khaana. the food was served on dastar Khowaan on jaazim [huge carpet]. we had set the plates and food on the dastar Khowaan and, if additional Dongas of saalan was needed, we would pass it on to the person who needed it over the ladies’ heads sitting in the first row.
now, one of my cousin who had a one-sided love for this girl. she was a guest. he asked me to spill a little saalan on her DupaTTaa so he could see her from up close when she would come outside to wash it. he perched himself on a munDer [ledge] near the water tank.
i did exactly what he asked me to do but unfortunately the saalan fell on her mother’s head…she screamed and jumped. i was apprehended by the ladies and slapped a few times and yelled at. i was mad because i wasn’t clumsy. it was intentional but i couldn’t tell the secret to any one.
this old lady walked outside to with her daughter and a few other ladies. my cousin saw the entourage approaching, he ran away as fast as his legs could carry him.
he later gave meN Rs. 50 for the beating i received from the ladies.
That awkward moment when you get recruiting calls at work and your coworkers can hear the entire conversation so you’re left with no choice but to show lack of interest even when you are dying to jump ship.
^^^ why not ask recruiter to hold and then take the call outside? They’re just recruiters - not employers. It’s their job to call people and wait on them!
Southie, a random question, which part of India be you from? I have a few Indian friends, all from different areas and their culture and everything is so different to each other even though they’re from the same place
Ancestors from Tamil Nadu. They migrated to Kerala 500 yrs ago. I was born in Calcutta, then parents moved to Bombay. Studies uni in Madras. So all over the place.
You must really stick out
