(Inspired by true events...)
“You lazy idiot…When are you going to wash your clothes? They are looking like a garbage dump” asked ammu, my sister.
“Soon”, I answered in monosyllable, without taking my head out of FB.
“Soon?” came the reply.
“Ya, tomorrow evening for sure” And we both know, it won’t happen.
“if you keep dressing those shabby clothes, even the last girl in the earth won’t see you” Sarcasm from her.
“Ha..Einstein, Edison, and even Mark Zuckerberg were the worst dressed personalities in this world. Feel proud to be my sister”. History can come in handy, at crucial arguments if you know how to use it.
“I don’t know how they were, but I need my bro to be dressed neat and well”, she shattered my shield of history. She continued before I began, “My friends will be coming home tomorrow evening after my Thesis presentation. I will use your room”
I shook my head in affirmation, with my eyes still glued to the LCD monitor. I have never declined my sister’s requests. Perhaps, they were orders. Still she wandered around my room here and there, moving things from one place to another, For she’s so curious about the girl am chatting with in FB.
“Why don’t you yourself clean the room and wash my clothes, if you are so concerned” I asked in irritation, as she’s not moving out of my room.
“Ask your wife to do it, when you are married, she will kick you!!!” she replied plainly, as if a saint foresees my future and telling it out. And she continued in the same voice, “Atleast close that dirty window now, your table’s near it and anybody can pull out things through it easily, if they know a lazy fool is staying here” She’s always successful in sneaking sarcasm into her caring voice.
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“ya..okay” I said without turning to her. I forced myself to show some attitude. She waited sometime, expecting me to move, and I expected the same from her. And I won. She walked to the door, stopped a second, turned again and said “Wash your clothes, you lazy goose”
Washing clothes, according to me is the most difficult assignment. If anyone asks me whether, “Will you wash your clothes or solve ‘the millennium prize puzzle’”, I will happily choose the latter one. I turned back to see whether Ammu had left or not, and I noticed that Ammu was right, anybody can pull things through the window, as our home was on the ground floor. I felt little bad for behaving harsh on her.
Ten steps between my couch and window seemed to be a light year distance. Finally I moved out of the couch to close the window, to avoid feeling sorry in the future. But I received a call which made me stick back to the couch, and the call turned out to be a service call.
“Hey idiot, get up”, my sister shook me up the next day morning. “It’s not late, but you are gonna drop me in my college today, so better hurry up”
She looked around my room and seemed satisfied to find my garbage dump missing. Our parents were out, so we had simple breakfast and started out. Before firing my bike engine, I checked the bag for main door keys, while she screamed from the gate,
“Got the keysss…..”
So I started and picked her to college. I noticed Ammu through rear view mirror. She looked apparently nervous. “Are you alright dear?” I asked in a soothing tone. “its usual the exam’o’phobia, I will be alright” she managed to sound funny.
“Can I attend your seminar? You will feel good right?”
“There’s no better way to threaten me. Don’t think you can bunk your classes using me. Go to your college, I can manage” She seemed to be calmed down, by the time we reached her college.
Some phenomenon in this world cannot be explained by science, but works perfectly right. One such phenomenon is “Intuition”. Before doing something important, we will have this dilemma, whether it will workout or not, and somewhere inside our heart or mind, there will be a feeling that this would work out, or no it is ‘impossible’. And most of us will have some strange feeling, prior to something good or bad about to happen.
And I had that feeling, but a bad one. Something intrigued me, and I looked at Ammu. She was completely normal, excavating her handbag. Girls’ handbag can hold a survival kit to Antarctica. So I turned my bike, towards my college. “Thiru…” I heard Ammu calling me, and I know it’s for her naughty dialog, “Wish me worst luck”. When I turned towards her, panic was apparent in her eyes.
“I forgot to take the pen drive from laptop after copying the presentation” the words came out calmly from her which is a storm indicator
“Ok be cool, don’t create a scene at middle of the road” even before I understood what I said, storm broke out as I guessed, “Create a scene? This is my life man” she screamed out.
“Don’t panic and mess up your day, we still have a lot of time since we started earlier. I will bring the pen drive before your presentation starts. Give me the key” I panicked now.
Bomb dropped on both of us this time.
“What the hell you mean, ‘get me the keys’, don’t you have the keys?”
“What the *****, Din't you screamed that you got the keys, from door, when I was checking for the keys” I lost my patience.
“Damn you man, I asked “Got the keyssss??????””
I stumbled without knowing, on whose side the mistake was, but it wasn't the time to judge.
“Break the lock” she said in a cold voice, as s in a Hollywood movie.
I don’t know whether to laugh, cry or get wild at her innocence. But chose a honest tone “Are you kidding me? Do you think it is a cardboard box? It will take much time”
I got geared up for further arguments. But she sat broken at her college bus stop and gave an ‘It’s-not-your-mistake’ look which made me feel that it’s gonna be one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
I got down from my bike, sat near her and caressed her head. I know how hard she worked for her PhD. “Am sorry”, I said, “But even a skilled thief cant open that lock”
She turned her head towards me. I saw a flash of excitement in her eyes. She laughed with tears welling up in her eyes.
“What?” I asked, as I was clearly confused.
“Why are you laughing Idiot?” I thought my fear of her being crazy someday became true
“My dear lazy brother” She asked in a eager voice, “Did you locked that window last night?”
It slowly occurred to me, what happened last night when she said, “Atleast close that dirty window now, your table’s near it and anybody can pull out things through it easily, if they know a lazy fool is staying here” and the call that came after that which made me forget about the window. Adrenaline suddenly rushed through me, when I realized that laptop, which has the pen drive, is also on that table. I usually leave keys also on the same table.
I joyously replied, “Why in the world, would I have locked that window” and ran towards my bike. Ammu’s voice stopped me, “Wait”. I looked puzzled at her.
She hugged me and said. “Thank god! My bro is lazy”, at the same time I was thinking, “Thank god! I am lazy”
