A painful memory vexed me into writing this post. Please to not gauge my mood or sense of self depreciation by this one post only.
You think you’re respecting me by calling me this name – but I have news for you. I dont need no respect and I dont need anyone reminding me I am getting older by the day: I am not your auntie.
You think by bumping into me or stepping on my toes, you’re doing the right thing by apologizing profusely, therefore calling me this name – but I dont need no apologies and I dont need anyone to put iodised salt on my wounds: I am not your auntie.
You think that if I help you get the right direction or pick up jetsam from your bag, you’d want to thank me by calling me this name – I dont need a fake relationship or an overgrown niece. Therefore, I am definitely not your auntie.
You think since you’re a teenager or someone emaciated enough to look like one, you qualify in calling all and sundry by this name – have I got a newsflash for you: sooner or later you would so understand what I’m talking about and I wait earnestly for that day.
So after evidently bearing the brunt of how it feels like to be on the other side of the early twenties, I take this opportunity to apologise all the people I myself called aunties and uncles while my brain had not fully developed 10 years back. I wish I myself had read something like this way back… I wouldnt have even dreamt of calling my own auntie one.
Who did this blunder? Idiot!
Some chick. Took me a day to recover. Idiot is right – both that one & me
well! someone in delhi’s ‘flower market’ called me MATAJI!!! …
Hahahaha…… that sure cheers me up, babe!
Which reminds me – once I saw a beggar begging in Mumbai saying ‘Mummy’
You know, calling fake relationship names should be prohibited by law.
My maid in Mumbai used to call me ‘Baby’
Hahahaha………… lucky you!!!
On second thoughts, I am suddenly okay with being called a small girl’s name. How vain is that.
ROTFL!
That was good… that was geeeeeeeewwwwd.
I remember once when I was in school, I was out shopping with my mom.
Then someone who looked much much older than my mom called her “aunty”.(The lady had wrinkles like a boarhound and jet black hair of Godrej hair dye)
I could say that my mom was furious and glowing red all over her face.
Borrowing a term from a tv show, Vanity Insanity at our best
Now you heard THE word! Some kids in my locality started calling me aunty since I was in Class VI. When I met them last year, I could see they were embarrased to call me that… I look so tiny infront of them now.
And theres something even better – my neighbors and maid used to call me AMMA when I was in hyd man… Can you beat that!
Hahahaha… join the club, girl. I’m bringing out the refreshments in a while
I admit though – ‘Amma’ is three times worse than plain aunty.
That was good is from Bruce Almighty, not a TV show… and it is a movie dialogue which I use often.
And how am I being vain in saying that? You can call me insane, but don’t call me vain. :p
Of course, I was just joking in the above comment.
Oh, I did not know the Bruce Almighty line. I tend to remember Jim Carey’s numerous faces than his dialogues, I must admit.
The tv show I’m talking about is called ‘Vanity Insanity’ on Star World. Caught an ad once: pretty gruesome. They were showing plastic surgeries that had gone wrong.
And by ‘our best’, I meant *us* ladies. Hahaha….
PS: You’re not part of the ‘us’ ok. Look, I am clarifying your doubt in advance.
Aargh.. You should have written who you were addressing by writing a “@name:”
*BLUSH BLUSH*
Funny how the same sentence has different meanings. I thought you were making fun of my lifting a movie phrase when you said “Borrowing a term from ad”
I mistook the comma to be a semicolon.
And I thought Vanity Insanity was just some cleverly coined phrase of yours.
I agree, I should do the @name thing next time on. But we’d have missed out on such a long & interesting conversation then
Oh, I wish I was clever enough to coin – well, clever phrases. You had me at “And I thought”
(Trying to incorporate a few movie lines myself this time)
hehehhe….can i narrate a short incident that happened to my two cousin sisters…
my two cousin sis were in a shop and a guy comes in and ask the elder sis……is she your youngest daughter? elder walks out furious and younger remains happily ever after….hehehehehe
human……sorry ….women dilemma
Lol. Bichara… Just like how when you tell a mother and daughter pair that “they could be sisters”… mother happy, daughter maybe not the least bit