Sunday, June 10, 2012

Inappropriate Monologues.


Ten days into the month and finally I got to sit down to write a few words of how beautiful the last week of my life had been. Firstly, my parents landed on the 5th of June, and in the next two days I was completely blinded by homemade chocolate cake. I can very proudly say that except for one piece I donated generously to my maid and another which I hesitantly gave my hubby, the rest of the cake has safely landed in my otherwise flexible tummy. However I do not feel even a bit guilty, because like my sister says, I am also sure they serve these in heaven.

Second reason I am happy about is that I completed one year of parenting, or in other words, my son turned one. My parents almost cant see me yet, as they are drowned deep in the whims and smiles of my little one. We also hosted a party for close friends, during which we cut the cake, played games, danced and ate a sumptuous dinner.

So before the birthday party, on Aaron’s actual birthday, we went to church in the morning, said thanks to the Almighty for the countless blessings, and at noon, we’d invited two of my previous housemaids to join us for lunch. I did this from a good intention, because I was sincerely thankful to them. So post lunch one of them showed no signs of leaving. As soon as she came she started talking about her diabetes problem which we showed concern and listened curiously. But her symptoms and hospitalization story went on and on until we could no longer hear her. Mummy, who actually is a good listener tried to change the topic by talking to my son in between but she paid no heed to her attempts. I tried going to another room and calling my mother on the landline which was in the living room,(so that she gets up to answer the call and the conversation would be disconnected) but my brutally innocent Mummy failed to read my intentions and asked me to answer the call K

Finally around 45 minutes of exaggerated details from her fasting and post brandial sugar count -to her doctor -his experience and family- to his mother tongue and expertise-to her hospitalization charges and treatment- to her daughter starving in sorrow, to the sandals which was stolen at the hospital. She left no stone unturned and then changed the topic.
 To suicide. About a girl she knows who apparently looked like me, and her husband who (obviously) looked like my husband
 ( **when people lie, they say some details which goes too far and makes the most tragical stories funny**** )who had a shaky marriage and then my looakalike committed suicide leaving behind a two year old. Remember, she is talking to my mother. I watched Mummy’s face going pale and at this point, I stood up and left the room and started planning an evening walk so that we could get rid of this calamity in human form which had settled down in my living room. I talked to Papa who was in another room checking emails and told him that we could go and check out a new residential building which had come up in our area. I convinced my husband also into this, and got dressed all of which took about 20 minutes and went to the living room again to hear her still describing about how my lookalike was found breathless after hanging from the ceiling fan in such great detail as if she was an eye witness. If I asked her where the lookalike got the rope to hang from, she’d detail that also, with route maps.  

Trying my best to cover the sheer desperation and anger I said, ‘Arent you guys done with this topic yet..? Remember it is Aaron’s birthday? ’…with a fake smile, winking at Mummy in between sounding as sweet as possible. That’s when she snapped back..’Anita if you don’t want to listen , you just don’t listen…I am talking to your mother’. If she weren’t that old lady who once cooked food for me while I was pregnant, I would have thrown the furniture at her.

Some people just don’t know what to talk, when and where. Leave housemaids, we can forgive her thinking she is not educated.

 On one auspicious day of my sister in law’s wedding we left to the parlor early morning with the wedding saree and jewels. Giving away a bride is a sentimental ceremony, more than just a celebration. Our home was crowded with relatives who had come from near and far, and the atmosphere seemed to be heavy with anticipation and prayers . In thirty minutes and atleast fifteen phone calls, we reached the parlour where the beautician who looked a bit sophisticated waited. 
It took around two hours, to be done with the saree, hairdo and jewels, during which she subjected us to details of all the road accidents she had experienced so far, first hand or otherwise. She also described that the corpses she saw in the accident the week before dint have heads and also the pool of blood on the road, in millilitres. I wondered, if she spoke like this on a wedding day, what would she speak about at a funeral?

Can it get any more weird?

I am sure everyone had their shares of experiences with people who are educated or illiterate, who just cant decide what to say and when. People whose tongues are faster than their heads. I can but boldly say, that education has nothing to do with knowing what to talk. What do you say?

27 comments:

  1. Anita,

    It is really so irritating that some people, irrespective of age or education, talk something so inappropriate to the occasion. I had a couple of such incidents where I told such person that we will speak about such things on some other time as we need to concentrate on work at hand.

    Take care

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    1. I need to be bold enough to say that too.

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  2. A most excellent post!...I kinda think ex-maid had her last vistit to the Anita home, hmmmm..... I am so sorry you creative efforts, from direct to subtle did not work. I do admire your effort, be proud of that.

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    1. I am, proud to have done whatever I could, GQ. It was heartening to see my son playing alone while the guests mourned about something else on his first birthday.

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  3. Oh...yeah thank you for that grand laugh. Sorry, for laughing over your pain. And, Happy Birthday to young son.

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  4. Oh yeah one more thing. Thank you for the grand laugh. I am sorry it was over your painful experience :-) And lastly, Happy birthday to Aaron.

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  5. Well some people do have it them, dont they. To make the situation as depressing as possible, on a happy occasion!!

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  6. you are patience, i must say.
    :)

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    1. Yes even I have the same opinion about myself in certain situations. It can also be called cowardice.

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  7. Ur lil one turned one...yaaaayyyyyy!!!!!!
    Please accept my belated wishes on his behalf;-D!!!!
    And ur parents were there to celebrate the occasion with U....what more does one need!!! God Bless!!!!

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    1. Correct Nancy...Life just cant get any better !
      Thanks for the wishes !

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  8. nice one.. but also happen to wonder, does being talkative mean the same as inappropriate monologue..?!? sometimes or most times say in a relationship or among 2 friends, 1 person generally does too much of the talking and go on with stories and incidents with maximum possible details..

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    1. Being talkative is good when the talk is about things that may interest others and are apt for the persons involved and the situaton. For example we know we cant discuss Sunny Leone when certain 6 year olds are around. But certain persons dont know that, and that is called an inappropriate monologue.

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  9. well but ur experience was different, and its really sad tht ppl spoil some exciting days or they just never think i guess..

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    1. Yeah the tongue is faster than the mind. Or the mind stopped functioning.

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    2. do drop by my blog sometime.. :)

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  10. Weird people...How can anyone talk about suicides when it's a year old kid's birthday?? nice post..! wishes to Aaron!

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  11. belated wishes for Aaron.. have major net issues where i work/live... and ya, have an aunt who steadfastly comes for all events and then starts giving all sorts of morbid tales and even direct catfights, irrespective of the situation.. has even been escorted out of the house for the same once..

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    1. Oh my ! That bad..? Lets wish she learned a valuable lesson with that !

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