The sexiest smile in the world.

OK, let’s define sexy first. The way I understand and use the word ‘sexy’ is; something or someone that/ who is highly appealing, interesting or exciting.

This Diwali our 90 year old Dadi (grandmother), decided to show us her true colors. While she finds it difficult to walk straight and has a slight hearing disability, she contributes to the environment by violently condoning all kinds of fire crackers. Not that she really knows or cares about global warming, but finds the fumes highly repulsive. So; as soon as some of my younger cousins started the usual ‘sootli bomb’ drill, Dadi , made sure that she was not only heard above the chaos, but that her orders were followed swiftly.

The irony is that the same morning; our breakfast started with the biggest debate of the century (global warming) and how we contribute to global warming by using fire crackers. I say debate because some of us were ‘for’ and some ‘against’ the idea. I am vehemently against fireworks and must confess that I lost the debate to the younger lot in the house. It hurt. It hurt my inflated ego. It also hurt my wallet as I ended up paying for the fireworks bought that day.

And then came evening. As the first ‘sootli bomb’ exploded, our Dadi appeared from no where and like Hitler addressing the German Third Reich, spoke over everything on sky and earth … “Huney Band Karo” (Stop this now).

Silence fell. The debate ended. Dadi smiled. The whole thing seemed highly appealing, interesting and exciting. The definition of sexy.

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