Friday, 29 August 2014

An Ice-Creamy Story!

This incident is from the time we had been married for a year or so. We were both working full time, leaving home in the morning and coming back only in the evening. Since we were just the two of us we lived in a simple house in a unique locality which had been built on land that originally belonged to a village. While the builder had managed to acquire most of it, some of the villagers had refused to give up their land and chose to continue living there with the result that the otherwise well planned locality with three storey houses all over had a village right at the heart of it.

Our house happened to face this walled village and large piece of fallow land which had not been used by the builder due to its uneven shape and probably with the hope of buying the remaining land from the villagers sometime in the future. Since this was next to a village we would sometimes find buffaloes, donkeys, pigs and dogs roaming around on this empty piece of land. I did not mind it since I preferred to see them instead of a concrete structure. In the monsoons it would turn green with wild grass and shrubs. It wasn’t a bad sight to wake up to except if you decided to go into the balcony, you may have to bear with the smell of dung occasionally.

Once it so happened that we had a huge brick of ice-cream sitting in our freezer for months. It had become so hard that it could compete with a brick used for construction purposes in its frozen form. It was way too old to be consumed and thus had to be discarded but I had to put some thought before simply chucking it into the dustbin. Had I thrown it into the dustbin in the evening there was a good chance that it would melt overnight and leak onto the kitchen floor by morning. The garbage collector usually came much after we had left for work and I could not leave it in the outdoor dustbin either again to avoid any mess outside.
 
After another few weeks of procrastination I finally decided to discard it and thought it would be best to leave it at one corner of the empty piece of land across the road from our house, where it could disintegrate into the soil. My mister felt he could do better and told me to stand back while he would toss it with all his strength far away and out of sight. He took the package into his hand and flung it like an expert shot put thrower. But, what happened next was not what we expected. He got the angle wrong and that brick of ice-cream landed with a huge thud in the backyard of a house in the village!

He and I looked at each other for two seconds. My face had the what-the-hell-did you-just-do expression on it. What if someone was to come out of the house to check what made such a loud landing into their house? I did not know what to expect from a native Haryanvi villager, what if they came out with a “Dando” (Haryanvi for stick). The next second I grabbed his hand and ran into our house. Once I bolted the door I burst out laughing at what he had done. I was thankful that it did not land on anybody’s head and laughed till my stomach hurt.

In retrospect I feel that it is sometimes these small insignificant incidents, random stupidities and emotional impulsive decisions that made us laugh or happy is what we remember for a much longer time compared to all those times we did the ideal things and walked the beaten path. So go ahead do something crazy. Make memories that will make you laugh for a long time. Have fun today, because it will be gone tomorrow.

Enjoy Life! Happy Weekend!

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