Absolut Fun and the Junta...



Had Absolut fun on Saturday.

The junta called us for an impromptu party and we went along, glad to meet other people. The usual gossip sessions began. My mind went off to graze, as usual. I wondered dont they get bored talking about the same issues, over and over again. Well, when we crib, that is exactly we do? We chew the cud so many times, it becomes milky and then more chewy. I guess the nutrients are far gone from it. What is left is just fibre. Fibre, by the way is good for the body, it gets rid of crap.

Now that we are clear about the fibre and crap, let us move on. Atleast here.

The females had a lot of cribbing to do about the women who gave birth to their partners. The older women, presumably were arrogant and rude, and demanded undivided attention of their sons. I do not know if it is right, wrong. I dont care.

Women who have nothing to look forward to in their lives demand and fight for the attentin of men in their lives: husbands, sons, neighbors, male dogs, and so on.

These women, my female friends, were complaining big time about the nosy behaviour of the older women (their MILs). I thought it was sad that the older women had given birth to such insipid wimps and they had to fight the younger women for their attention. Do the younger women realize that when they grow older, their own sons will treat them likewise? Of course, they will. That is what happens in a country like ours. A spineless nation with crawly creatures passing off for leaders and people with an obscure sense of reality sitting on their high chairs and wagging their bushy tails.

Now, these women are not uneducated bumpkins. Far from it. They are teachers and are responsible for bringing up a generation of so-called educated people. When teachers show no patience for their previous generation, how do they expect the next generation to show virtues such as patience and tolerance.

Signing off till I meet tje junta again, to celebrate Holi-day. ;)

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