Mashallah... It is one year since I started blogging.
My blog is 1 year old.
You can send your presents to via DHL/Aramex. I don't mind really.
But please no flowers or wallclocks.
And now to mark the occasion with a heartwarming (if you dont pass it on to 6 people -you are doomed) story.
Yesterday in Carre4, I was standing in the kiddies section looking for something when suddenly I hear . " Yoohoo auntyjee!Axxqweez me please".
I am there with my two kiddies, and I am wondering WTF???
I see coming towards me a man dressed in white (not an angel, more like a FAIRY!). He is waving his hand at me. You know that flapflap wave at the wrist. His white pants are so tight, I worry if he bends they will rip for sure. His white shirt is open at chest and I can see (excuse me while I throw up here) ....Oh God!Please do not make me say it. He is a full fledged DESI CHAKKA! (a chakka is a SIXER...desi term for fairies).
From across the aisle he comes waving his hand flap flap, "Helloooo". What is it about these people? Can they not walk like normal people. Do they have to walking in that mincing, hips thrusting, butt shaking prance. Our DESI homosexuals are very stereotypical.
There he stands in the famous I am a little teapot stance, and says: Auntyjee, mujhay na apni neice kay liye kuch kapday khareednay hai. Mujhay to koi idea nahi hai, buss woh teyyn saal ki hai aap ki beti ki tarah". (He wants to buy something for his neice who is 'teyyn'-10 years old like my daughter).
Here he points at my 4 year old who doesnt look 'teyyn' from anywhere.
He is at the least 45 plus, with hardly any hair and smells nasty.
I look at him, the kids look at him.
"WHAT IS IT MAMA?' is the look in their eyes.
Aunty?AUNTY!!! Do I look like your aunty you numbskull? He is more like my "ánkayl", thought god forbid I have an uncle like that.
End of story I did help him out, and watch him wiggle away. My kids wouldn't stop laughing.
So here I am , my blog is a year old.
DON"T YOU DARE CALL ME AUNTY