Chairs were arranged outside the house, people started filling them with some curious, irritated , angry looks on their faces.
My grandfather, one with the height barely touching an inch above 5, combed his white hair quickly, and galloped to the door, touching the handle and turning back with a click of tongue and rushing back to his room. To grab his "Kurta".
I smirked enjoying all the show from afar, while my aunt prepared tea for them all "haha, kisi din dhoti na bhul jaye"
"ese bolte hain ji dada ke bare me?" My aunt complained, giggling and handed me the tray filled with cups to serve them tea.
Her expression switched with a snap, my smile dropped.
"Dheere dheere jaiyega, Tray to sath me hi leke aayiyega aur Chacha ko bol dijiyega sab cup gin ke wapas le aaye. Apke chacha kisi kaam ke nahi hai, Pichla baar Ek bhula diye the" She said in a breath "Yaad se bol dijiyega kona me le jake, bhuliyega nahi"
I really hated when these kind of job is given to me, you see, I am the most clumsy person I know.And if I drop any of her precious cups, man, I am dead meat.
I cautiously walked to the door. I slipped out, absorbing all the familiar and non-familiar faces, all the eyes bounced at me by the sudden disturbance , then back to my tiny grandfather who sat aside, leaning on the chair with his hands locked togather and a facial look like he is sitting on his own funeral.
Probabily not happy with the quantity.
The guy named Manipal sahab, whose daughter ran away with this guy from other caste, and now are married, sat with his shoulder heavy and eyes red with either embarrasment or anger, Or both, giving his bumpy head a rub.
A relative guy, stood up and took the tray serving in my behalf, I stood listening to them.
" Madarchod!" He barked with his voice shaking and foot stomping on the ground, along with others, i flinched too with his sudden outbrust " Hamri beti ko bhaga ley gaya larakwa!"
Manipal was midaged man with Tall and lanky figure.
"Gaali kisko diya re tum!!?Tumhari beti koi dudh piti bachchi rahi?" Said the guy sitting a bit farther from him. I consider him the other party "arre tumri beti Hamre beta ko fansa ke le gayi, bank me P.O tha humara beta"
This was a fat, bloated guy with black rectangular moustache, and hooded eyes. Had a personalty of a corrupt politicial. This was Shivnath Chacha.
"Ab nahi raha?" I blurted out.
He gave me a look, before saying " kahe nahi hoga, avi v hai"
" Tumhara beta laundiyabaaz tha"
"Tmhari beti kon si dudh ki dhuli thi?"
"meri beti ke bare me kuchh mat bolna, juban khinch lenge tmhara haramkhor kahin ka!!"
" hum to chupp bethe rahenge, saala! Tumhare pichware me itna baans karenge ki na chupa payega na dikha!"
This wasn't the first time of this ceremony though, I was amazed with the patience of these people bitching each other sitting so casually. It's round two actually, round one was beating day-lights out of each other already happened.
"Aukat me reh ke bolo madarch-"
"tumko pura sarai se gayab karwa denge!"
They both jumped on their feet to launch on each other but both were caught by people.
"Maar jutta se pith far denge, chup ho ke baitho!" Yelled my Dada " Behuda! Gaali bakne aaya hai yahan pe"
I raised my eyebrow, Like he isn't abusing.
" Aare Shivnath bhai, , chup baithiye na. Baat ho raha hai na, Nishkarsh bhi nikal hi jayega" Somebody said, " Haan, mamu, carry on!"
I laughed mocking " carry on! "
" Tum ander jao" My uncle told me.
" Tray vijwa dijiyega" I said " nahi to aunty gussayegi!", he gave me a stern look , of which ofcourse I was oblivious.
He intensed his gaze at me, i rolled my eyes " Cup saare gin ke le aayiyega,Pichla baar ek gayab ho gaya tha. Aunty bol rahi thi, apka koi kaam ke nahi hai" after that, I stomped back in.