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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. 

Comments

  1. Haha...
    Yes - weird things....

    More stories comin up?
    ;)

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  2. @ Standbymind

    Yes. More will come.

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  3. hahahahahhaha.....lol.....hahahhaha.......i am a disco dancer.....wish mithun could read this.........more to come?shit......lol

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  4. Poor dog though. This is what happens when you follow Mithun. You can also try antics from Gunda. No guarantee over the consequences though :)

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  5. i am a dog-kicker....ta ta tana!!!

    am i only one concerned abt da dog's perspective!!!he/she must be soo confused!!!

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  6. the way he related it ... he was laughing more than us !!!

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  7. hey really weird things.would like to read more.

    cheers!


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  8. hahahaha...lol...i agree A should be injected!

    rofl...i'm still laughing! :D:D:D

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  9. hahaha! thank god he wasnt imitating bappi da!

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  10. You are tagged pal!

    http://standbymind.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-dark-resolutions-2010.html

    Do your thing!

    Happy New Year!

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  11. This can happen... I am sure it has happened to others... BUT ONLY IN KOLKATA...

    I have been there... and I have never come across a more colourful people...

    Keep the stories coming Nikki...

    Keep writing...

    (and pssst... get rid of the captcha... please...)

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  12. and yes... wish you a brilliant and smashing new year...

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  13. life is beautiful because of the wierd things we gather and store. A happy new year to you hope this year all your wishes come true

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  14. I do have to say - and purely because it's not happening to me and I'm reading about it - I did in fact laugh.

    Some of this is because of the story, and some of it is because of how you tell it, Nikki.

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