My children often complain that I am childish. I always counter that I am child-like not childish. I have innocence and simplicity and ……. GAAH I give up ! That sounds over sweet, which I most definitely am NOT!!!
Well, like they say, Growing old is mandatory, growing up is not! Grown ups do not have any sense of fun, which makes life stressed, full of broken dreams, angst, bills and all the other curses of life on earth. Tell ya Outer Space is much better.
Seems like none of us siblings grew up – ever. When we get together, spouses get disgusted, children embarassed – and they try to ignore us – which is so difficult considering the loud guffaws and even louder repartee from our side of the living room! Poor things, but not our fault!
Yeah some of us got together for a sibling pow wow. As is the norm with us, sense and maturity flew out of the window and silliness prevailed. Simply wunnerful
A few drinks down the line, the conversation got stuck on money. Now this can normally be a weep-fest or a whine whine kind of time. It did start like that
COUSIN 1 : You know college kids are a pain in the butt! Education, car, clothes, bills ……
COUSIN 2 : (Man after my heart!) Bill is a four letter word. I love Uma Thurman because she did KILL BILL
ME : Hmmm, well she looked hot doing it too, almost made me Bi …..
COUSIN 1 : Pity “Money” is not a four letter word!
Me : Cash is …….
COUSIN 2 : ( I think booze had hit him by then) So is undy
We exchanged happy grins, since it reminded us of a game we used to play “Substitution” where we replaced one word with another for a day. Used to drive the parents nuts, imagine calling a pencil “baingan bharta” for one whole day.
ME : Apna Sapna Undy Undy
COUSIN 1 : Undy hai toh honey hai
COUSIN 2: For a Few Undies More
Me : Boo! That was dollars not money!
Both cousins : Hey we can subsitute all Rupee Dollar Yen and such like with all undy type words!
Me (sensing a huge opportunity here) Put your undy where your mouth is!
Silence as they digested this one and acknowledged a winner! I mean I am QUEEN of language aint I???? Smirk Smirk
Both looked at each other and grouped up against me! Dammit they always do that! Been doing that for more than 40 years!
Both consulting with each other and saying : Sabsey bada UNDY!!!!!
The whole family, some 16 of them gathered around to check out what us old farts were up to ….. Bets were placed in the true tradition of the famiglia and sides taken …
The hourglass was set solemnly between the two warring parties, Them both together, me on my ownsome, drinks replenished …….. rules set, every underwear synonym could be used and every money synonym too …
Me : Kaccha is the root of all evil
They : Kaccha talks
Me : Undy makes undy
OMG it went on and on! I never knew money could be so much fun. We keep getting so serious about the damn thing, mourning about the lack of it, grabbing at it, fighting for it! Why not play? Money really ought to be fun ….
We were getting drunk and sillier by the minute …..
Me : Chaddi is Power! Long live the pink chaddi!!!
Them : Kaccha cant buy happiness, for that buy viagra !!!
Me : OMG! I am sooooo gonna blog about this!
Them : Yeah, like they say Jocks talks
Me : Yes it does! But I’ll try to keep it “Brief”
People, I was declared the winner and got to eat the last dahi bhalla on the table!