fyki....

Its a bit noteworthy of how do we discredit small things."A gentleman must be capable of appreciating things like sugar too!" - i mean thats the advice i would always remember not because my grandmother said it so but because it relaxes me. She sure was a wonderful woman and i don't know why i am speaking about her today but that's the way i am. All i trust are my whims. And that what i like about my grandma because she being a traditionalist was surprisingly a experimentalist. I remember whenever i ate packed foods like maggi or soup, she although curses them for being not healthy but at the same time never missed a chance to have a bite from my plate! She wore my caps and goggles, whenever i asked her if should would like to try them. 

There were times when she would urge me to listen her mythological stories at bedtime and i would act like i am already asleep. There were also times when i used to beg her for telling me the stories and she would act as if she is asleep. Funny as hell. For a guy like me who is in entertainment for gratification and intellectual stimulation; she had a mastery of telling the same stories night after night with unique presentation and humor every time. Goddamn she was charming! Its not easy to entertain  a teenager with same rhetorical mythological stories everyday.Every night i would be tricked by her no matter how hard i tried. 

Almost 90% of talks we had were jokes, imitation of each other and laughs. 5% was cursing each other for being a jerk. 3% were arguments for TV and 2% was her advice to me. 

In that 2% of talks she would be very serious and tell me to remember certain things after she's dead. She being not with me was an unacceptable truth to me. I knew that she being old enough is getting weak but i would ignore every-time i thought about it. It was like not-a-option to me. So i never cried when she was gone; everyone else did and may or may not have made opinions about me. But it doesn't matter. 

And now when some salt or sugar falls somewhere i feel somewhere that i must appreciate it and that's where is my grandma and i crave to listen her calling me a gentleman or a hand on my head atleast....