The Fruit Seller

He comes knocking at my door every alternate day. How much fruit can I consume? 

Two floors he climbs at this age (he must be in his seventies) to bring the fresh fruit for me. I am obliged to buy since I see the effort he takes to climb two floors but I ask him not to come back for next four days…till my stock lasts…but sometimes he forgets and comes back again the next day and then I am angry that I am obliged to buy, sometimes I just refuse, asking him to peep into my fridge to see that the fruit he sold me the previous day is still left untouched but then again I buy since I feel bad that he had to climb the stairs……

I live on second floor apartment and my building has no lift, hence every visitor huffs and puffs when they visit me. In this world of elevators I am quite primitive; not having one in my building, but then my building is almost 50 years old.

There are many of my family members (it’s never my friends) who have a good excuse not to visit me saying “I cannot climb two floors, so I couldn’t visit you, so sorry” I understand they don’t love me enough to bother climbing two stories… although they know that if they do, I reward them with my hospitality skills.

But this fruit seller cares not for my hospitality; he wants to sell his fruit at exorbitant price. He brings the freshest fruit and I have never ever been disappointed with his stuff….He has so many years of experience of selecting only the best stock, but he overcharges me each time but I never bargain….what is the use?

My argument is that he gives me home service. It is too much of a hassle for me to go to the market, select from the stall which has mix of good and bad fruits, select what I think is good and fresh, pick up the load and climb two stories to get home,

Buying from him is so much easier……..

But he is also too much of a nag……. He will offer me the fruit which I am prohibited from eating for health reasons…"I don’t want figs that are sweet” I tell him and he will argue he will lower the price for me…. “I don’t want oranges because I don’t like” and he promises that they are sweet……and healthy

I ask him to give me 250gms fruit and he weighs it on a balance scale with stone that he claims it to be of 250grams. I ask him to buy the proper weight and he complains he has no excess money. I give him Rs40 to buy, but one year now, he still uses stone saying he never found time to buy it…….

Well…old man he is….all his life he has only sold fruits, the choicest fruits, by just touching the fruits he knows its freshness, its taste and even its quality, he can even advice me when it will be ready to eat, He brings just enough that he is able to carry on his head and peddles from door to door. Every day, fresh stock.

Since he buys just selected few, it’s always the best.

Where else in the world can you afford such luxury of buying the best stuff at your door step?

Thursday Theme - Silly

THEME:
"SILLY" (Smile, Faces, Laughing, Playing, Things,...)

Thursday challenge for fun and learning

Housefull2 will be Housefull only on First Day First Show

...you just wait and watch.....

I don’t know why I fall into a trap, but I do, sometimes when I see promos of the film, and start to believe that it’s going to tickle my funny bone.

My friend books the tickets in the cheapest theatre of my neighborhood, (yeah Geity-Galaxy, what else?) ah well! Rs80 for the balcony ticket is not bad…which specializes in hooting and shouting even before the show has begun. A rowdy crowd whistles and hoots even during trailers and promos of the films, and this is expected form this kind of cinema hall, but my friend likes this kinda noise, even my NRI cousin had liked this kinda rowdiness....and said it added jest to the cinema viewing....

“Comedy,” she said, “it’s best watching humor with all that laughter and madness in the audience”

So humor was what was expected….the only problem that this humor was not at all funny.

Only madness…

Screaming in high decibels and fighting, thrashing and lying, nobody tolerates nobody and all living under one roof…too much confusion……….

The dirty dozen, and not one is sane, silly acting and silly dialogues/ script,  the real talent of Rishi Kapoor, Bomen Irani and Mithun clearly wasted

An item number girl is hired to create feud between two best friends

So what is the confusion?

Every scene in the film is played twice…. One friend wants to take the revenge of the insult meted to his father, takes a help of a friend who is multimillionaire, who is a coward and afraid of his father, and has no guts to introduce his girl friend to his father. Both hire their dishonest friends to dupe two greedy brothers who want their daughters to get married to the richest man. There are four women with no talent just bare skin, gyrating and clinging and singing and dancing. (I couldn’t decide who’s who, they all looked so much alike, in height and weight and no acting at all)

Overall it is suffice to say that it’s the story of four fathers, each wants richest son-in-law, each daughter thinks that she is marring the son of the richest man and the four men, desperately trying to pacify the richest man in accepting the bride for his son, which is again another confusion in seeing the mismatched couple….sorry…I m confused too….

My nephew calls me to asks whether the second half of the movie was good….he said he couldn’t see all that bakwas in one go…He watched till interval....”It was very annoying” he said

If comedy is screaming and shouting silly, uninterrupted nonsense fun for you, then don't miss housefull2

Wordless Wednesday -The rustic dining pleasures

'Vow' is Crappy Wow

One day we are sleeping skin to skin and next moment we are strangers. I address him as doctor when I see him after a deep sleep but he says he is my husband, Leo, now I want a proof, how can I believe him? My head aches, was in coma for sometime, a big accident they say, a rear-ended by truck which has resulted in amnesia after bonk on my head. Leo was also with me but he escaped after minor scratches, so why me? Who said life is fair? But fortunately, I don’t have total amnesia, I can remember other thing before five years, I recognize my parents but I don’t understand why Leo does not know them? If he is my husband he is supposed to know everything, no? Parents insist that I go with them but Leo insist that I go with him since I am married to him and living in the familiar environment will help me regain my memory back. He says I was studying law but I preferred to pursue my art. Imagine, five years of memory gone, poof! Just like that, But I remember my old flame and I even give him a hug, He is happy of course. I start dressing up like a teenager and even color my hair but with Leo, I can’t seem to believe that I am married to him. I am not getting passionate. What to do? So poor Leo, he has to start from the very beginning, right from dating in the same restaurant that we went 5 years ago. And he plays dirty, he walks naked in the house and when I am shocked he grins and says ‘It’s my habit”

Once he even takes me for that skinny-dip in the ice-cold lake, when I am shivering in my bikini, he carries me on his bare back and takes me back,  in the car he holds me to give me some warmth but still there is no chemistry between us, nopes, no chemistry at all. He is trying very hard to bring my memory back but I apologize and tell him “I am sorry to have disappointed you. One day I shall love you like you love me” and we continue to find those sparks.

Was it a Bollywood film, it would have been easier to bring back my memory. A nice song with heart-felt lyrics by Kolavari Di would have done the trick, we could have visited all those places where we had spent good times together, to those scenic spots of Kashmir and Utranachal Pradesh, some religious places like Haridwar and Balaji, and even visited Khajuroa caves, slowly but surely, the trips would have brought back some flash back images of our life together and suddenly I would call out his name loudly with a strong back ground music by Bappi Lehri...tra ra ra.dhoom...and then I would ask him “Is that you? My pati parmeshwar? So sorry I did not recognize you, please forgive me., Thank God my memory is back”  All the family and friends would be informed – memory is back! Memory is back! Yay! There would be chorus of congratulations pouring in, and one more item song by Shilpa Shetty.

But  my story is embedded in Hollywood film ‘Vow’  which based on real life story where the memory never comes back and we start a new life, erasing the past completely and start a new life all over again. 


They continue to sing "Nah tum hamey janoo, nah hum tumey janoo, magar lagtaa key kuch aisa, mera hum dum mil gaya..(which loosely translates as: Neither you know me nor I know you but it seems like I have found my match)