Sunday, May 18, 2008

My son? She's doing well.


The owner of the pigeonhole i rent, landed a karnataka state-government job on grounds of compassion( her husband expired while in service) a few months back. Last week she showed up at my door asking me to help her with the a few forms seeking information about her( she, for a reason i don't know, thinks i know it all). There were nineteen forms to be filled( who says government officials don't work? But at one level, they don't. They get it done by their tenants). One form was dedicated for the information about minor son and another for daughter. Under the section 'Minor son' the name followed by the gender of the son was asked. I asked her if she knew whether her son was male or female. My straight-face often conceals the humor intended( direct result of which the owner began to frown). Before her young shocked-n-quizzical-frown grew old and dangerous I showed her the stupidity of the authorities that have included 'Gender' under 'Minor Son'. Her frown retired and teeth came out for a walk.
Having made me fill up all the forms, she asked me if she troubled me ( thondre kotteansathe- i think i troubled you). I lied.

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