Her neck ached as she sliced the two ends of her comforter apart to stick her face out in to the coldness that immediately fed upon the tip of her nose. She recited the Kalima and stretched her hand to the side table in search for her eye drops.
"Na tu bata yaar!"
She found the drops and was almost smitten by someone speak outside her window.
Na tu bata yaar! Na tu bata yaar!
The incredibly sincere manner in which the words were uttered and the tone, almost sung. She heard the man finish his conversation that rendered her linguistically challenged, not getting anything but 'na tu bata yaar' from it in terms of words. She could play around languages and decipher what is being uttered to some extent. This one was Seraiki. Meethi zaban.
Her mother walked in to the room after a while.
"Tum phir ulta seedha soeen? Uth jao!"
"Assalam O Alikum maatay!"
"Wa Alikumussalaam, aur durust alfaz istemal kiya karo," her mother advised her.
"Jee Waalida."
"Uth jao aur baara rotiyaan pakani hain aaj tumhain dupehar kay liye," her mother informed her.
What! She rebuked in the head.
Then the battle.
No, don't whine, do it. Come on! Don't whine! Just say yes. Abay yaar! It's not like you got anything better to do, why lose the opportunity? You know what you have to do...
"Sure Maa!"
"Aur aata bhi ghoondna parhega pehlay," her mom hesitated a little.
The hesitation made her realize what her mother was doing there. Her mother was playing hard on her.
Fine, I get it! She exclaimed in her head again.
"Jo hukum," she told her mother.
She tied her hair in a messy bun like something, wore her dupatta, lunged herself to the bathroom in the other room and splashed water on her face.
"Can some one pull my toothbrush out from my drawer?" She yelled to no avail.
She walked up the stairs to her room to get it herself.
Eleven minutes later
"What are you doing?" Mania questioned her.
"Making rotiyaan."
"You are going to have to do the aata first!" Mania walked upstairs with a grin.
"I know."
Fifteen minutes later
"What are you doing?" Saria questioned her.
"Um, making roties," she said in an 'isn't it obvious?' manner.
"Aw! Poor little bachi has to do roties!"
"Yes. And if you want to see some really awesome roties, I suggest you check out roti number 9 and 10."
"I have seen enough awesome roties, I don't need to check 9 and 10 out," Saria said indifferently.
"You don't know what you are missing out on."
Five minutes later
"What are you doing, dad?" She asked her smiling father.
"No, no, continue," he walked out the door.
Half an hour later
"Amma, what is Jo doing in the kitchen?" Ali yelled to their mother.
"I am making roti for you, meray piyaray haseen bhai!"
"Kiya howa?" Their mother asked Ali.
"Aap in se kiyun banwaati hain rotiyaan?" Ali asked their mom.
"Achi hain yaar, khaeen hain nahi, pehlay se dramay bazi matt karo, aur oper se naween aur dasween roti kha lena."
"Beta achi honi chaheye!" Her brother threatened her.
Five minutes later
"Yaar Jo, dispenser ki botalein nahi hain, paani ubaalna parhega, ubal do!" Mania said to her.
"Blah!"
"Kar dein na yaar."
"Chal ja, ho jaega tera kaam," she told her younger sister.
Fifteen minutes later
"Naween aur dasween kahan hain?" Saria came to inquire.
"Na tu bata yaar!"
She found the drops and was almost smitten by someone speak outside her window.
Na tu bata yaar! Na tu bata yaar!
The incredibly sincere manner in which the words were uttered and the tone, almost sung. She heard the man finish his conversation that rendered her linguistically challenged, not getting anything but 'na tu bata yaar' from it in terms of words. She could play around languages and decipher what is being uttered to some extent. This one was Seraiki. Meethi zaban.
Her mother walked in to the room after a while.
"Tum phir ulta seedha soeen? Uth jao!"
"Assalam O Alikum maatay!"
"Wa Alikumussalaam, aur durust alfaz istemal kiya karo," her mother advised her.
"Jee Waalida."
"Uth jao aur baara rotiyaan pakani hain aaj tumhain dupehar kay liye," her mother informed her.
What! She rebuked in the head.
Then the battle.
No, don't whine, do it. Come on! Don't whine! Just say yes. Abay yaar! It's not like you got anything better to do, why lose the opportunity? You know what you have to do...
"Sure Maa!"
"Aur aata bhi ghoondna parhega pehlay," her mom hesitated a little.
The hesitation made her realize what her mother was doing there. Her mother was playing hard on her.
Fine, I get it! She exclaimed in her head again.
"Jo hukum," she told her mother.
She tied her hair in a messy bun like something, wore her dupatta, lunged herself to the bathroom in the other room and splashed water on her face.
"Can some one pull my toothbrush out from my drawer?" She yelled to no avail.
She walked up the stairs to her room to get it herself.
Eleven minutes later
"What are you doing?" Mania questioned her.
"Making rotiyaan."
"You are going to have to do the aata first!" Mania walked upstairs with a grin.
"I know."
Fifteen minutes later
"What are you doing?" Saria questioned her.
"Um, making roties," she said in an 'isn't it obvious?' manner.
"Aw! Poor little bachi has to do roties!"
"Yes. And if you want to see some really awesome roties, I suggest you check out roti number 9 and 10."
"I have seen enough awesome roties, I don't need to check 9 and 10 out," Saria said indifferently.
"You don't know what you are missing out on."
Five minutes later
"What are you doing, dad?" She asked her smiling father.
"No, no, continue," he walked out the door.
Half an hour later
"Amma, what is Jo doing in the kitchen?" Ali yelled to their mother.
"I am making roti for you, meray piyaray haseen bhai!"
"Kiya howa?" Their mother asked Ali.
"Aap in se kiyun banwaati hain rotiyaan?" Ali asked their mom.
"Achi hain yaar, khaeen hain nahi, pehlay se dramay bazi matt karo, aur oper se naween aur dasween roti kha lena."
"Beta achi honi chaheye!" Her brother threatened her.
Five minutes later
"Yaar Jo, dispenser ki botalein nahi hain, paani ubaalna parhega, ubal do!" Mania said to her.
"Blah!"
"Kar dein na yaar."
"Chal ja, ho jaega tera kaam," she told her younger sister.
Fifteen minutes later
"Naween aur dasween kahan hain?" Saria came to inquire.
hahahaaa...don't worry one day it'll all come to you itself(that's what my adorable aunt told me).So I am patiently waiting for that perfect day to come.... ....that one day ,which could be like these days except different in a manner that I'll go in to the kitchen and ...viola...it 'll occur to me that my hands could do all the difficult moves and my mind will have all wisdom necessary to cook cross continental dishes successfully.And who said you'll have to practice ..nah-aaaan!its jus like the tooth-fairy stuff...just believe in it!
ReplyDeleteOkay. I am trying. I am trying hard.
ReplyDelete*contracts all her facial muscles forcing the thought to believe pop in the brain cell*
O O! I am getting something.
*bright white rays of pure light falls upon her*
I think I am a believer now.
I am a believer!
*holds your girebaan and shakes you in delight*
No wait.
What's that?
*gets slapped*
Ouch!
My consciousness just smacked me.
*sad face*
O ! did I forget to mention all the "conscious conscience part"??I am glad you got it yourself.*restoring her girebaan(man!its spelling is tricky*
ReplyDeleteSpellings? I can't spell. Good thing they invented the spell check and all the noble stuff like that.
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