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Life at Random

A blogger pal had once said that I attract weird things to me. I agree, I do. And these weird things happen to be really funny [at least to the ones who will be reading them...hopefully]. So here goes...


My extended family in Kolkata is one of a kind. I say this because I have a cousin bro is always up to mischief and always has new tales to tell...


Story one: 


This was way back in the 80s. He was all of four or max five. Pishi [my aunt], dada [the elder one] and lets call my crazy cousin A, were on their way to nanibari [maternal grandparents home]. Now A was a huge Mithun fan and it was during this time that Mithun caused a stir across India with his film Disco Dancer. A was of course enamoured and imitated the actor whenever he could. 


So on the road, there being no other source of entertainment, A asked his bro whether he could show him a few dance steps. With consent, he broke into a jig. Stray dogs live on the street and one lay just close enough to A while he got on with his dance moves. Bursting with enthusiasm and with the heady feeling of dancing the disco moves, A kicked the sleeping animal. 


The kicked landed on the doggy's tummy and yelping with pain the dog turned around and bit the elder brother. What happened next was utter chaos...


A stopped dancing. Pishi was horrified. Dada started to howl [he was all of 7!]. A feared his life more than anything as his mother plucked her slippers to hit him with. 


At the doctors,  dada was livid and was like A should be injected and not him. A was the one who kicked the  dog!


Complete mess. 
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