An Uncle’s Sluggish Sunday Distress

'This' is something that disturbed me recently. (Ah..I am able to see all your faces giving 'Oh No. Not again !' kind of expression!!). Why is this guy always complaining...??.. Well.. we'll settle that issue later. This one is not so serious. In fact Ignorable. The Issue was/is..

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon.It was then I took a bath and came near the entrance half naked to find my towel which was being dried on the rope tied at the verandah.( Well I woke up at 1 pm and reluctantly took bath at 2pm). The half yellow half green leaves of the tree (the name of which I don't know) were falling on the mud stained ( also called as 'seru' in tamil..) Verandah.(Translation is tough!!).The Black Iron gate at the entrance which had rusted at its bottom was half open.It swayed ever so gently in to and fro manner often accompanied by a creaking sound.The bright rays of the sun hit my half open eyes as I struggled to gather my vision and find the towel.It was then I heard that beautiful sound.

The Sound of Ball hitting the bat.I Peeped over the entrance to catch a glimpse of the 'street cricket' that was happening.I heard my mom's voice calling me.I said to myself ..(One more.. Get that outside the off stump.. he'll miss the line.).. Well he did get that outside the off stump but the batsman simply did not miss the line of the ball but hit it high in the air.The loop of the ball formed an hyperbola.(I am poor at maths.. It mite even be a parabola or even worse a straight line). It rose high in the air and landed beside me.It went Thud into the mud and did not bounce.I noticed that the green cover of the tennis ball was coming of.The bowler came gate crashing into my home. He was stout , wearing sleeveless shirt.He looked to me as a talented cricketer. I stood observing him.

(well pardon me... trying my best.. I am poor at descriptive writing..(even writing , some would say))....

Well coming to the issue.. That was when that boy called me " Uncle , Please get the ball.".An Earthquake occurred.Uncle a?.Ada paavi. I stood gaping at him.He said once more. "Uncle Fast.. Get the ball.. He's running the second run.".(True.. He spoke in English). I took the ball and threw it to him. He caught the ball with his both palms facing the sky.( Aussie influence). I was consoling myself. Maybe he is too young..?.. I turned to go inside my home when that boy called me once again."Uncle , It would be helpful if you move the bike parked outside the gate. It is affecting my run up."

Damaged twice.These are the days you regret your physical appearance.I sat down and analysed why he called me as Uncle.

a)May be because of my HIP size ?.I still don't know whether that is the real reason. My hip size growing in Arithemetic proportion only.From 32 in class XII to 37 now.. (An Inch for an Year..)..

b)Maybe because I was half naked ?.(Knowing all your wild imaginations. I will clarify.I was dressed like Gandhi).I looked like Gandhi.His History lessons came into his mind and hence he called me uncle as a matter of respect.

c)May be I was unshaven.? (It had been three weeks of hair. Not like TR by any means).

d)That boy was too young.(Yes He was..)

e) This one is mokkai..May be he liked Uncle Chips a lot.? ( Well Why not..?? That word might have been there in his subconscious mind...)

f)I look matured. ( Now don't Laugh.Alas.. I think this is the reason)

PICK your choice. I really want to know why he called me an Uncle.( Goyale.. My age is 21 only)..


P.s. If you were yawning while reading my post, I have achieved my objective.Well Did I not say it was a Lazy Sunday afternoon...??? I am proud that I got that lazy mood into you.(ha ha...I am clever. Is it not??)