Chennai, 2001.
To begin with a cliche, it was hot day. I had just gotten back from school, extra tired because the last period was PT. To make things worse, there was no electricity. I drank some water and sat on the sofa, opened the doors of my apartment wide open so at least the least bit of air could circulate around my hall. It was 2:45 and my nose was sweating. I screamed, "Paaati, kaaapii." I could hear my paati's voice, i knew she'd come down with my coffee in about 10 minutes. I waited.
Couple of girls lived just opposite my house. I used to play 'Paandi' with them partly because I liked it and partly because the corridor leading towards my flat looked custom made for jumping around boxes. The tiles were aligned perfectly that we never had the need to steal chalk from school. Sometimes, if a couple of friends from other flats came over, we'd play 'red-letter, blue-letter.' I think I was the only guy in the whole street and Ramya and Shilu were my best friends. *fuck*
Paati came with my coffee and a few biscuits. I ignored the biscuits because i don't like to dip shit in my coffee.So I had my coffee and paati told me to put my uniform in the bucket in the balcony and to put on some 'draayar and satai'.
Here's the thing; I like my thing AFAP. As free as possible. I was not going to wear a 'draayer' and go play 'paandi'. I was going to go out with a baniyan and my jetti(yellow with mickey and minnie on it.) and fucking jump around with a couple of girls. And that's what I did.
As my Paati was looking down on us from the terrace, she shouted what she'd shout everyday that it became a ritual.
"Raaama, kuttijetti potundu velila pogadha daa."
"Sorry, Paati but this is how I roll. Okay, jump. whatever."
To begin with a cliche, it was hot day. I had just gotten back from school, extra tired because the last period was PT. To make things worse, there was no electricity. I drank some water and sat on the sofa, opened the doors of my apartment wide open so at least the least bit of air could circulate around my hall. It was 2:45 and my nose was sweating. I screamed, "Paaati, kaaapii." I could hear my paati's voice, i knew she'd come down with my coffee in about 10 minutes. I waited.
Couple of girls lived just opposite my house. I used to play 'Paandi' with them partly because I liked it and partly because the corridor leading towards my flat looked custom made for jumping around boxes. The tiles were aligned perfectly that we never had the need to steal chalk from school. Sometimes, if a couple of friends from other flats came over, we'd play 'red-letter, blue-letter.' I think I was the only guy in the whole street and Ramya and Shilu were my best friends. *fuck*
Paati came with my coffee and a few biscuits. I ignored the biscuits because i don't like to dip shit in my coffee.So I had my coffee and paati told me to put my uniform in the bucket in the balcony and to put on some 'draayar and satai'.
Here's the thing; I like my thing AFAP. As free as possible. I was not going to wear a 'draayer' and go play 'paandi'. I was going to go out with a baniyan and my jetti(yellow with mickey and minnie on it.) and fucking jump around with a couple of girls. And that's what I did.
As my Paati was looking down on us from the terrace, she shouted what she'd shout everyday that it became a ritual.
"Raaama, kuttijetti potundu velila pogadha daa."
"Sorry, Paati but this is how I roll. Okay, jump. whatever."
Good one kid! I have a few pics of you in your famed 'Kutti Jetti'!!
ReplyDeleteGreat, send them to my Email. :)
DeleteHaha! Reminded me of Calvin's rocketship underpants. Like he says, "What's the use of wearing them if nobody gets to see them?" :D
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