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Aunty...who me?





[So that last post [wedding rant] got me blasted. My folks who never read my blog, happened to read that one post. Mom was mighty pissed so I took it off.] 


I have this gripe! I am totally disgusted. I want to know what is the legal age of being called an 'aunty'? I really, really want to know. Bloody hell, yesterday at the station, standing in the queue for a ticket, I was minding my own business. As I reached the counter, a man who seemed to be in his 30s came up to me and asked, "Aunty, aunty can you please buy me a ticket?" He said this as he tried pushing a 50 buck note into my hand. For the first few seconds I was too shocked to react. 


Why shocked? Simple...this grown man called me an Aunty! WTF! How very annoying! And of course, I did not let him buy his ticket and tersely told to him to go stand in the queue. But the loser persisted, "Aunty I am really late!" Bigger WTF! 


Me: "Can't you see there is a queue? Stop arguing and go stand in the line." 


Of course this retort never stopped him. He asked the man behind me. I marched off, irritated. 


I guess if a small kid of ten called me an aunty, I would have smiled and helped him, not this bugger! Bah. 


Is it so difficult for stupid people like these to understand that using the term aunty for someone [visibly so!] younger than them is a crime? If not, then it should be declared as a rule. 


When I came home and narrated this incident, manu just laughed. Later she told me she would have slapped the man after hurling some obscenities. On my part, I don't have the nerve to hit random people. :|


[A long time ago, manu and her friends [while still in high school] were browsing through a market when a young balloon seller [say he was 20] happened to call one of them aunty. This made the nine girls stop dead in their tracks. The one who was called aunty went up to the balloonwala, grabbed him by his collar and shook him up! Luckily they left him unharmed after much yelling.]


A similar incident occurred with Him but it was a kid who called him an uncle. 


However much we all want to grow up fast, we do not want to be called uncles' and aunties' that quick. This is a true fact. In fact when someone addresses one like that for the first time, it pinches. It is irritating too. Why does it have to be an aunty or an uncle? Can't people just say excuse me? No. They get a sadistic pleasure by watching people cringe. 

Comments

  1. hmmm.. not sure by the leagal age for being called aunty or uncle.. but "His" worry of you converting into aunty by all ur saree purchase..and not wearing jeans and any more.. might be coming true and creeping in.. :P

    on a lighter note... yup.. for me when i was called uncle by uncle when denoting to his son.. i had bit of moment thiking.. m your sons cousin brother not his uncle ! you are my uncle..

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  2. Wait till you get married girl!! You cant imagine the over night transformation then.. people who called you didi will start the aunty song!!

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  3. Completely agree with Sujata, and then you have a baby and people will come to you for advice, like you are an agony aunt or something.I think I will prefer aunty to 'mashima'. That's actually gross.
    On my younger daughter's birthday my older daughter was called aunty by a brat. And she is only 15!

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  4. :) :) it happens... there is no official age for becoming an aunt... the kids in my building some times call me "baiya" or some times uncle... :) but soon after they call uncle they stop and call baiya again :) kids...
    your experience is unique... :)

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  5. Lolz...Actually the problem is most women want to believe that they are still a teenager, even after 25 or 30. And how did you know the guy was in his 30s? Probably he too would have assumed you to be over 35. I guess we judge people too soon?But better get used to being called aunty. Very soon, if not now, young kids would call you aunty.

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  6. I know it sounds so annoying. Even when i was 18, i used to get so annoyed when kids of 7-8 called me uncle. WTF.:)

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  7. roflamao..........some ppl are just so irritatating u shud hv slapped him or atleast yelled at him or u shud hv called him grandfather........tht should hv hurt him

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  8. hahahahaha!

    i feel damn bad for you...
    :P :P

    just kidding. Age happens to everyone :P

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  9. There's this next door neighbour who calls me "aunty". She's about sixty.
    So feel less bad.
    Imagine my state :-D
    And she gives me this toothy grin when I tell her that I'm NOT her aunty!

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  10. @Mihir

    Lol he sure is paranoid about that! And some people are just stupid...so don't mind them!

    @ Sujata

    :\ dreading it already!

    @ Aparna
    Eeekkkss....I think 'mashima' will make me faint or something! Your elder one should have slapped the brat. My sis would have done that!

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  11. @ LAN

    Kids are silly...but still they at least correct themselves!

    @ ZB

    Oye! I just hit 25 okay...so I don't definitely look like I am 35! Hell, I don't even look 25.

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  12. @ Sneha

    Bah. Old women are senile! Just call her budhiya and that should make her stop. So much for being polite!

    @ Chandni

    Like I said...I don;t have the nerve to hit someone ya. Plus I was too shocked to react. :\

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  13. Feel sorry for the kid.. Ive been beaten up for calling women aunty too. :)

    Now I stick to Mrs.X or Mam.

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