Guest article + 50th blog

I am really sorry for not having updated my blog for more than a week now. The reasons is a good mix of really hectic studying for a test on sunday, some laziness, and a small wait. My close friend Shriram, has come down to Mumbai for his visa interview.
He and I have always had a penchant for writing. Infact, our favourite classes in school were the english classes, where we had to write essays, reports etc.
Also this is going to be my 50thpost, so I thought a small wait for letting Shriram write the post would be worth it.

So todays blog, is a GUEST blog, written by Shriram. Hope you all will like it!

Only humans have the tendency of acquiring pleasure at the cost of some one else’s misery. Insatiable.

I used to go to play at a boy’s home in the evenings when I was in the 5th standard. This friend of mine used to be in the 4th at that time.

One such not so fine an evening his mom was chatting with both of us when I had gone down to play at his place, enquiring generally about my studies and other curricular things. Suddenly she asked me a weird question,” Tell me Shriram, do you love your mother more or your father?”
I was taken aback but replied quietly a few seconds later that I couldn’t possibly chose between the two. She said”Come on!! There must be someone you like more than the other.”
I said” I like both equally.”
She wasn’t satisfied and told me pacifying “You don’t have to worry about anything. You can tell me. Who do you like more?”
“My mom”, I said and turned as if indicating that the interview was over and she could leave now.

Incidentally my mom and dad were coming to their place for a casual visit later that evening. After the normal customary servings of coffee, and snacks associated with it, my parents and my friends’ started chatting which I being a kid did not feel compelled to attend and listen. I was playing cricket in the other room and suddenly the ball entered the hall where the adults were sitting.
Aunty remarked to my mom on seeing me” you know Gomathy; your son likes you more than your husband.”
I saw my dad’s face getting small, hurt.

I went back to play and no one said anything to me later, but I stopped going to their house.

  1. #1 by RR on March 15, 2006 - 3:45 pm

    Nice way to write a 50th post.

    To tell you the truth, although well written, I was expecting something dramatic towards the end.

  2. #2 by kaushik on March 15, 2006 - 4:59 pm

    shriram says this:
    i didnt mean to explain the emotions that i felt a few years later when this incident cropped up to my mind. although, now i try not to be sadistic.

  3. #3 by Freaky Chakra on March 15, 2006 - 6:25 pm

    Hey, i think it’s a terribly sweet idea of having a “guest” for ur 50th post… esp considering who ur guest was 🙂

    btw, good post. convey my regards to the writer.

    And english classes of old… sigh!

  4. #4 by Anna on March 15, 2006 - 8:44 pm

    I HATE Stupid Persons who ask such stupid dumb-shit questions…
    I just hate them…
    Its happened to me also.. several times…
    Stupid stupid stupid…

    Sorry for the fury.. but something just move me beyond myself…

    Also.. Nice idea..
    Happy 50th!

  5. #5 by Anna on March 15, 2006 - 8:45 pm

    typo- somethings

  6. #6 by the wannabe indian punkster on March 16, 2006 - 7:40 pm

    ok…people like these should be stoned. These aunties are stuck at home all day, bored out of their minds, and they have nothing to do to ‘spice up their lives’.
    As a result they indulge in petty crap like this, for to them its ‘entertaining’ you see.
    And a happy 50th post!

  7. #7 by Anonymous on March 16, 2006 - 10:46 pm

  8. #8 by Demonic Dude on March 17, 2006 - 8:37 am

    similar stuff has happened to me too.. when some dumb lady asked me this in front of my parents.. and i shamelessly admitted i loved my mom more.. don’t remember if i hurt my dad though.. but if u ask me now, i really can’t say whom i love more.. they’re both so special 🙂

    neway, great idea for the 50th post.. congrats!

  9. #9 by kaushik on March 17, 2006 - 11:55 am

    freaky: thanks a lot dude…
    ya..english classes of school…..loads of fun!

    ana and megha: totally agree, happened a lot with me, most of the time with the moms of my class toppers in school….i dont know what pleasure they derived by comparing their sons astounding performance to my horrible one!

    anon: nice site that….but tell me who you are??

    DD: it is not an question that has an answer, and is such a stupid question….i just hoped that ladys kid had told i like my dad more than my mom!!

  10. #10 by Demonic Dude on March 17, 2006 - 1:57 pm

    hey.. sorry for asking this here.. but can you tell me how to create links for the blogs i read, in my blog?

  11. #11 by kaushik on March 17, 2006 - 5:20 pm

    go to edit, in it browse for a place where there is google news and edit me etc written. go there and put the adress and name of whichever persons blog you want to connect to

  12. #12 by brute on March 18, 2006 - 10:06 am

    kaustik kool man…. 50th post …. keep the spirits upp!!!

  13. #13 by The Masquer on March 20, 2006 - 1:31 pm

    Nice 50th post…keep writing

  14. #14 by Anmol on April 2, 2006 - 2:18 pm

    hehe.. tell him nice story man.. yeah it kinda gets u angry.. again u all are really gifted writers man! keep it up ill be dropping by ur page more often

  15. #15 by anand on June 9, 2006 - 1:35 pm

    i think i am the only 1 here who knows both the concerned bloggers.a nice subtle incidence.but i don’t think u can conclude that the aunty was bad,that is the psyche that they develop with time.a momentary lapse of reason that all of us are afflicted to.

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