It Happened to Me (II)…

The children residing in my building, with their innocent smiles and perky faces, are an extremely adorable lot that make my heart leap with joy every time I look at them. They resemble tiny, carefree rabbits that romp about in the building, enjoying the golden days of their lives to the fullest. Of course, the above statements hold true only as long as their hands are tied and lips are glued because in the absence of these binding agents the wild and untamed monstrosity that resides within in their tiny structures is unleashed, making the lives of all the adults in our neighbourhood miserable. The moment these young imps decide to scream in unison our entire building begins to vibrate. The doors and windows of my house have succumbed to their persistent yelling and their calliopean cries often enter my room giving rise to tiny tsunamis  in my head. However, when quiet, these children look like angels and are an absolute delight to watch.

The other day, when I was walking towards my flat, these young angels were engaged in their evening games. A million assorted toys were scattered on the floor of our corridor. As I was tiptoeing from one island of free space to the other like a dainty ballerina, a ball flew out of nowhere and landed right in front of me. I would have kicked the ball aside and continued to make my way towards my flat had it not been for one of those tiny brats who called me from behind and made my ear drums explode. Well, it was not the decibel level of his voice that gave me a shock; it was what he had said.

“Aunty, ball please.”

Aunty! For a moment, a stood there in a state of utter shock, trying to assimilate the information which I had just received and when the realization, that I had joined the prestigious league of the aunties of the building, dawned upon me I cried out in disbelief. The image of a Bollywood actress, with her face tilted at an angle of forty-five degrees above the horizontal and hands pressed against her ears, yelling “Nahi!  Ye nahi ho sakta” (No! This can’t be happening) three times, flashed across my mind. I know it sounds a bit melodramatic but it never hurts to spice things up a wee bit to overcome the banality of our day-to-day life.     😉

It was totally uncalled for. I am just twenty-three years old, a little over five feet tall and I look like a young teenager going to college (that’s what I used to think before this incident took place). I don’t even possess the basic attributes that qualifies others to call me “aunty” leave aside a marriage certificate which I still maintain is a prerequisite to enter auntihood. This was not supposed to happen to me. Not so soon. He could have called me didi (elder sister). I am perfectly OK with that. Peeved by his audacity I decided to ignore his request. However, on second thought, I stepped into his shoes and tried to analyze the entire situation from his perspective. I recalled my childhood days when I had faced the similar aunty-didi dilemma on several occasions. I was never quite sure of addressing a lady who was older than me and did not form a part of my gigantic family tree.“Aunty” had always been my first choice. Little did I know that roughly a decade and a half down the line the same title would be conferred upon me in such a brutal fashion.

Anyway, after gaining an unsolicited passport to auntihood, the last thing that I wanted to do was joining the ranks of evil and spiteful aunties who refuse to return toys and are boycotted by all the members of the tween club. I picked up the ball and threw it in his direction ensuring that all this while a beautiful smile was adorning my face. “Thank you, Aunty” came the reply.

Now I have become an aunty and a rather cool and friendly one at that. So, what does that make me? The “new aunty on the block”?

(This post has been written as a sequel to one of my previous posts “It Happened To Me“. )


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29 responses to “It Happened to Me (II)…”

  1. Bikram says :

    he he he 🙂 ooops yeh kaise hua.. you know what you should have picked the ball and went ot the kids and played with them .. then you wont be a aunty anymore 🙂 he he heh

    made me smile this one ..


  2. Chhavi says :

    Bas ho gaya 😦 😦
    The idea of playing with the kids didn’t occur to me at that time, Bikram. I wish I had done that.
    I am glad it made you smile

  3. Destination Infinity says :

    I felt the reverse – When some kids called me uncle for the first time, I was happy that they thought I was big enough to be called that way! I am carefully protecting some white hairs in my head, and have also planned to resort to shirts instead of T-shirts to keep my status as Uncle! I think more we age, more mature our thought process becomes and I am happy with that.

    Destination Infinity

    • Chhavi says :

      Good you feel that way. This incident made me a little sad but I am sure I’ll make my peace with it in due course of time 🙂

  4. kanagu says :

    LOL!!! thats life!!! hitting our face when least expected 🙂

    Same happened to me when I was 22… I was browsing the books in a landmark store and a girl of maybe 12 or 13 came from behind said, ‘Uncle give me some way’ 😯

    How I become uncle by 22 itself??? but I can’t question her as I am fat and have moustache which might have made her to think like that… 🙂

    • Chhavi says :

      He he he….. I can understand how terrified a person can get when an unexpected uncle/aunty pops out of nowhere. 😉 😉 You are right. Most of the times life does catch us by surprise 😀 Thanks for stopping by 🙂

  5. aurumpater says :

    Haha…It still stings when I remember being asked, Unkil, only dhadi? No mush?

    I gave him my Metallica cd.

    Yeah, his parents asked me stay away.

  6. Harsha K N says :

    Heh! people say kids speak out of innocence , so they might not be right and some say kids speak the truth. You decide which one you choose to calm youself 😉 If calling you aunty results in such lovely reads, it is good know 😛

  7. wanderlustathome says :

    Welcome to the gang 😉

  8. Jean says :

    Ah.. I remember my son (when he was 2+ yrs old) pointing to a man with a splash of grey on his hair and saying “Grandpa”. Luckily the man didn’t hear (or pretended not to). I escaped from the area with my child.

    • Chhavi says :

      Oh my god… It must have been really embarrassing for that poor man. But I don’t blame your child. After all grey hair = grand pa. 😉 😉 Thanks for stopping by

  9. Pixie says :

    lolz!! welcome to the auntihood!! 😀
    random guys in shops have called me aunty! I snapped back at this one fellow when I was rechraging my mobile and he said aunty and he was clearly older than me! ugh!!!
    Sometimes, its alright, but sometimes, its plain annoying!

    • Chhavi says :

      When a person older than you calls you aunty it is totally inexcusable. You did the right thing by snapping back.
      Thank you for such a warm welcome 🙂

  10. Punam J R says :

    I know how that feels – I am SHOCKED!!! You positively look like one of the kids, let alone a teenager, Chhavi!! I faced this one too, and when I did, I went ahhhhhhhh…
    And I am sure you were in your usual jeans and tee, and sneakers, so HOW did they manage to call you aunty?? Some incidents sure do surprise you..!!

    • Chhavi says :

      Even I was shocked 😦 😦 I was wearing my usual pair of jeans, a tee and sneakers. But that did not stop that child from calling me aunty 😦

  11. sowmya says :

    what a serious come humor touch..really i had a blast of smile when i read that word 😀
    ““Nahi! Ye nahi ho sakta” (No! This can’t be happening) three times, flashed across my mind. I know it sounds a bit melodramatic but it never hurts to spice things up a wee bit to overcome the banality of our day-to-day life. ”

    nice to read ur stuff…keepwriting & smiling ..

  12. ajay says :

    He he. You made for a cool aunty. 🙂 Jokes apart, did you tell the kid your name? You should ask him to address you by your name. It sounds so cute when kids call you by your name. I can’t imagine someone calling me an uncle though, technically I’m already one courtesy my little niece and she calls me by my name. 😀

    I wonder why any random person is addressed as uncle/aunty? I sense a dearth of vocabulary here to address an older person with.

    • Chhavi says :

      Thanks for saying that Ajay. “Cool aunty” sounds so much better than just “aunty”. The next time he calls me aunty I’ll definitely ask him to call me by my name.

      Ajay, its very thoughtful of your niece to do that. 😉 She has spared you the horror of being called an “uncle”.

  13. Deboshree says :

    Oops, oops, oops. 😀
    Chhavi, I am sure the kids had newly heard of that dreaded word. And you have no idea how much they stress on vocabulary usage in school these days. Or perhaps, they are too anglicized too use ‘Didi’? Brush it off, babe. 😀

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