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  • Ammalu is always right

     
    “Is there any relation between us, other than you are my wife an I’m your husband, Ammalu?”
    “I think so. For our children, you are their father and me, their mother”
    “How do you answer my questions so spontaneously?”
    “Not spontaneously. I have prepared an answer book for all such stupid questions expected from you, since long”
    —————————————————
    “After prolonged research, I have discovered that age adds charm to some women and wrinkles to others, Why so, Ammalu?”
    “With no efforts, I can tell you: if the woman is one’s own wife, age rusts and wrinkles her face and if she belongs to someone else, it adds charm and charisma to her face”
    “Sorry, I chose a wrong time to ask you the question. You seems to be angry”
    “Time was OK. Question was wrong”
    ———————————————
    “Husband is a man. Men err; men can err. Once in a blue moon, if a husband commits some mistakes, wife should close her eyes. That is the practice in all families”
    “Erring once in a blue moon, is understandable. But, if he errs in every moon night, how will the wife remain her eyes shut? She has to do her cooking, washing and attend to other chores, which she can’t complete before sunset or wait for AmAvAsya or other nights when moon is not visible”
    “Ammalu, I’m talking figuratively and you are taking it literally. Ok . I will explain in a simple language you will understand. I see a charming girl, when we go together for shopping. I tap her back just for fun. At that time what you should do?”
    “Close my eyes”
    “Exactly”
    “Why should you close your eyes? It is your Dharmam, as an obedient wife”
    “No, I close my eyes as I can’t stand that girl’s slap for your tap”
    “‘Slap for tap’ rhymes. It is a figurative usage ?”
    “No, literal”
    ————————————————
    “Hadn’t I married you Ammalu, would you have jumped into the well behind your kitchen, in utter disappointment and uncontrollable grief?”
    “I would have jumped into the pond behind the temple as I enjoyed swimming”
    ———————————
    “Ammalu, could you tell me the approximate bank balance of your mom ?
    A rough estimate will do”
    “May be 10/ 20 lacs. Could be more, could be less”
    “So much!. Even I don’t have that much money”
    “How much do you have ?”
    “Hardly 5 lacs. Why?”
    “Mom wanted me to find out”
    “Why should she? Is she going to ask for a loan?”
    “How do I know?”
    “Ammalu, please don’t pass on the information”
    “Shall I tell her that you wanted to know her bank balance?’
    “No, please. In what way I’m interested. We didn’t discuss this issue at all”
    “We will not, in the future too?”
    “We will not in the future too”
    ——————————
    “Any old people in your group interested in marrying again?”
    “Why Ammalu? Any incentive scheme in the new budget?”
    “Yes, if the marriage takes place before March 31, this year.
    From April 1 onwards, wife one gets 50 % of husband’s pension, wife two, 25 % and wife three 15%”
    “So, a man with three wives is left with only 10% of his pension, for himself? What will he do with that paltry sum?”
    “He can buy inji muttai. Ginger toffee.. Anyway, give some thought. I think, you too were nourishing the idea of having additional wives, if I remember correct?’
    “Abandoned that unworthy idea, Ammalu. Between us, tell me: if a husband has only one wife and if he divorces her, will it affect his pension? What does the new budget say?”
    “The new budget has everything for every body. If he divorces his only wife, after April 1, he will forfeit the whole pension in favor of his erstwhile wife”
    “A clever guy can discard her before the end of this month? What does he gets, then?”
    “Imprisonment for the rest of his life”
    ————————
    My mother, never used to sit before my father, out of respect. Always she used to keep standing”
    “Your father used to apply pindathailam and massage mother’s legs for an hour every evening. So her legs had sufficient strength”
    “Really? Who told you, Ammalu?”
    “Your mom”
    “Mom didn’t tell me”
    “Certain things are to be told only daughter in law”
    “What else did she tell you?”
    “What she told me, has already been passed on to our daughters in law”
    ——————————————————
    “Ammalu, there is some relationship between us, though I’m unable to recall what it is.
    Worried that my memory is failing me”
    “It is a worry for me too. You would have forgotten the phone numbers of your old friends, Ammini, PAttu, Parukutty, Kalyani, KArthyAyani–? ”
    “No, I remember all the numbers. Ammini’s landline is — and mobile—-”
    “That is Ok. I don’t want any number. You remember all the numbers. That was what I wanted to verify. My worry is gone now”
    “You are not worried about my forgetting our relationship”
    “Not at all. That ship is safe. It is in the shore, not in water. Why worry, then?”
    ———————-
    “Are you moving away from me, Ammalu, I’m worried. I placed you on my lap soon after you became my wife. You got down and moved when the children were born. When I stopped earning, you moved still further—”
    “Before you complete your emotional elegy on motion, let me clarify that it would have been impossible for me to deliver your kids, seated on your lap. This was the reason for that particular movement. I’m sorry for the other movements and if you have no objection, shall occupy my seat on your lap again. But just one warning. At the time of our wedding, my body weight was 42 kilo. Now it has gone up to 62 kilos.
    The decision is yours”
    —————————
    Ammalu, there is enormous pressure on me from your mother not to tell you something, but I will tell you, as you are my wife and I love you”
    “Why did she pressure you at all? Had she just reminded you one or two of your pre- marital dialogues you would have instantly obeyed her commands”
    ————————————-
    Ammalu, when age advances, couple come closer to each other. Why?”
    “As they are out of the danger zone”
    “Exactly. Then, why are you not coming closer to me?”
    “As you are still very much within the danger zone”
    ————————–
    “Ammalu, look at that picture of Lord Sree Rama’s Pattabhisheakam, coronation ceremony, in our pooja room. Anjaneya at the feet of the Lord eagerly gazing at the Lord’s eyes, seeking devours of blessings. Why don’t we have a picture like that, you at my feet, seeking my favors, which I can circulate to my friends?”
    “If you are Sree Rama, I’m Seethadevi. I should be next to you, not at your feet”
    “That is not fair. You should be at my feet only”
    “Ok. Call the photographer. We will have two pictures. One, for you and one me”
    “In the second picture you want me to sit at your feet?”
    “No, on my shoulders. Remember Anjaneya carrying Sree Rama and Lakshmana on his shoulders in the war front?”
    “You will circulate that picture to your friends?’
    “No. Frame and place on our front wall, near your name- board”
    “Idea dropped, Ammalu”
    —————————
    “Why are shivering SP? Running temperature or ran away after doing some mischief?”
    “Ammalu, met a woman resembling Ammini in the market and touched her hand, rolled the glass bangles and exclaimed, ‘nalla chantham – beauty!”
    “She kicked you or yelled at you?”
    “Neither. She hugged me and said, ‘Apooppa, Entaea appooppanaekkalum pathu vayassu koodum- grandpa, you look much older than my grandpa”
    —————————-
     
     

  • Ammalu is always right

    image“Pantulu garu eami pAtta paduthunAra, Meenaatchi?”
    “PAtta lethu, ketta lethu. . Ammalugaru thittiyAranta.
    “Enthukku? Eami thappu chesiyAru pApam?” ——
    “SP Sir, is singing, MeenAtchi ?”
    “No singing. Ammalu madam scolded him, it seems”
    “For what? What mistake did he commit ?”
    “At night, after madam slept, he sneaked out and made a call to someone from a STD booth. As he forgot to carry his eyeglasses dialed a wrong number and that reached madam’s cell. Madam woke up and replied, ‘hello’. SP could not recognize his wife’s voice, as he didn’t have his hearing aid too. ( In the hurry to make the call he had left both aids at imagehome) Mistaking that response was from his friend, he replied in a sweet voice,” I love you” .
    “Really, where are you ?” Asked Ammalu madam.
    “In Chellappa’s STD booth” he replied”
    “And madam went there?”
    “Yes, madam went there”
     
    “Enough. Now, he has no other go , than singing for the whole day and night?”
    “Whole life, you mean?”
    “No, Meenachi. No husband can remain singing whole life, for a small mistake of       going out and making a call”
    “Chettiar, our main door will be locked from this night onwards and the key will be with me”
    “MeenAtchi, I’m not like SP Sir”
    “All husbands are same!”
    Ocala, Florida
    Feb 25, 2015
     
     
     
     
     
     

  • Ammalu is always right

    “Amazing, Ammalu, amazing!”
    “What?”
    “See how gracefully that couple float in our front, on the footpath”
    “They are not floating. How can anyone float on the foot path?”
    “Their walk, holding hand in hand, under the setting sun, in a lush green park,
    Is floating, for me. Borrow some poetry from me”
    “Hold my hand, please”
    “For what?”
    “For floating”
    “Are you mad, old woman?”
    “Why? They too are old couple like us. The Sun has not set yet. The lawn hasn’t turned red or yellow. What is your problem?”
    “Ammalu, even our children don’t walk hand in hand with their spouses, in a public place”
    “But, you admired that American couple”
    “Admiring is one thing. Accepting others practice is another thing”
    “Exactly. That is called Samskaram, Sampradayam”
    “Have I to learn about Samskaram Sampradayam, , Samskritham, Sahithyam and such things from you, Ammalu?”
    “Wife is the teacher throughout the partnership of a couple”
    “Feeling thirsty. Wish there is water source nearby”
    “There you go”
    “Thank you. You never carry a water bottle. How did you bring it today?”
    “I expected you would need it today. I noticed you watching that couple last evening,
    with sparks in your eyes”
    “Ammalu, while treading the path you look forward or look at my eyes?”
    “Even in my sleep, you will be in my sight”
    “Oh, my God! Good you told me that. I wanted to make a few calls this night.
    Ammalu, tell me, who are you, really ? An ordinary woman or a yogi or a magician?”
    “Your wife. And the first instruction my mom gave me, while packing me off with you was, ‘keep an eye always, on your husband”
    “Really? How did she knew that I need a watch ?”
    ‘She too was a wife!”

  • Ammalu is always right

    “Many Facebook friends have displayed photos with their valentines. How nice it would have been, if I too had displayed our photo?”
    “I’m your wife, not valentine”
    “Just for fun. I will caption the picture, ‘ me with my valentine”
    “Not a bad idea. I will share that photo on my timeline and say, ‘me with my valentine’
    “No, no. You can’t do that. I’m not your valentine. I’m your husband”
    “Just for fun!”
    “Stop that nonsense and get out. I don’t need your photo”
    ——————————————-
    “One can be happy with only one wife. But, she should be like an young cine star. What say, Ammalu?”
    “What is your birth star, SP Sir?”
    “What is my birth star, Ammalu? I don’t remember. Please give me a hint”
    “Really?”
    “Yes, Ammalu. I’m not joking. I forget old events”
    “Birth star doesn’t age”
    “I know. But I’m not young”
    “And you want an young cine star- like wife?”
    ——————————–
    “Ammalu, I need you to cook my food and you need me to earn money for buying stuff. Is there any other purpose for each other?”
    “I need you for one more purpose”P
    “What is that? Remember, I’m a very busy man!”
    “Just to keep a watch on my sari bottom and alert me whenever it raises up, even by a centimeter”
    ——————————————-
    Is there any relation between us, other than you are my wife an I’m your husband, Ammalu?”
    “I think so. For our children, you are their father and me, their mother”
    “How do you answer my questions so spontaneously?”
    “Not spontaneously. I have prepared an answer book for all such stupid questions expected from you, since long”
    ——————————–
    “Friends say, my hidden talents are coming out one by one, Ammalu. What do you think?”
    “Being untalented as you say, no comments on the flow -out of your talents.
    But, a word about things, I’m familiar with.
    Your teeth and hair are coming out one by one. Your vagabond thoughts and waste word are coming out encase.
    ———————————–
    “An attractive job, I had once; not now.
    An attractive bank balance, I had once. Not now”
    An attractive wife, I had once. Not now”
    “I still have an attractive husband”
    “Really, Ammalu?’
    “Yes, you find every woman in this village, attractive!”
    ————————————–
    “In the old age, for her husband, wife should serve as a spectacle for the eyes, hear- aid for the ears, stick for walk, speaker for talk, book for knowledge and desk for writing”
    “You have all these already ? Why an extra set?”
    “Ammalu, in the old age, one longs for an extra set and an extra wife”
    “I see your point, SP. Finding extra set of stick, book etc is my job. Finding an extra wife is yours. Get a woman soon”
    “But, how Ammalu? Where do I find another woman ?”
    “Chettiar shop. On the right corner, above the rice sacks. The colorful lady will move her head in agreement if you touch her”
    “Doll?”
    “You longed for, right?’
    ————————————————
    “Ammalu, your mother planted you in my life to steal my secrets”
    “In no way you are innocent. You too stole something sacred from me and made some planting. But I’m excited and grateful to you for what you did”
    “You can never supplant me in my language proficiency”
    ” I don’t dispute. But, unlike you, my talks are open ; not implanted with secrecy as in your talk with your women friends in my presence”
    “This much mastery for a lower elementary -educated?”
    “As long as the sixth element of the Periodical Table doesn’t cloud your mind, I’m happy”
    “What is that ?”
    “Carbon with symbol C”
    “I see”
    ———————————
    “After seeing the same old face for several years, if a husband looks for a change, what is harm in it?”
    “You look for a new face?”
    “Not me specifically. I’m talking in general term”
    “I’m not talking in a general term. I’m asking specifically. Are you looking for a new face in my place or not?”
    “Ammalu, that is not a fair question to be asked to me ”
    “Then, what was that new face you talked about just now ?”
    “Ok. I will put it this way. I have found a new face and that person is waiting outside. Would you like to see ?”
    “Yes, yes. Where is she ?”
    “Not ‘she’. That person is a ‘he’ for me. Like you, I’m also fed up sueeing the sane face for fifty years”
    “Ammalu. Never leave me and go. What I said was unpardonable but inseek your pardon. I submit myself completely, totally, for ever hereafter, to you. Is it enough or should I bend my head further? My total surrender. Sashtanga NamskAram”
    “Ok. I’m also looking for a change. Change of everything. Give me your mobile. Let me call my new face, waiting outside”
    “Waiting outside? Already you have someone to take my place? Are you serious, Ammalu? I was joking.”
    “I was not joking”
    “Ammalu I am sorry. I surrender. I surrender to you completely. Even in my dreams I will never talk about another face. I won’t get up from this position unless you lift me up and say that you have pardoned me. Otherwise, you won’t see my face. It will be like thus for ever, fired to the Earth”
    ——
    “Ammalu, unlike you, I’m a husband and I have many responsibilities”
    “You have many responsibilities- agreed. You are not a wife like me – agreed. You are a husband- agreed. Now, what do you want?”
    “I want you to get out and leave me in peace”
    “Not agreed”
    “Why?”
    “Because, unlike you, I’m your wife and have no responsibilities other than taking care of your needs”

  • The elders are not waste materials

    Every living being needs food.. Your aged parents are alive and herefore, they too need it. . But that is not the only thing, they need; They need your love, affection, care and consideration These are not very expensive. Nor time consuming . Just a casual ‘bye dad, eat in time ‘, while you leave for your office-. you have made his day ! Say a few words about your work or politics or traffic jam. – you have offered a sound sleep for him. How effortless it is, to make the elders happy! My father, after a hard day’s work, used to go to his mom, arrage her bed,( though my mom would have already done it) and exchange a few words on topic of interest for her… ‘Why is he furnishing an income and expenditure statement?” My mother used to wonder.” She should know how much money I make; I am aware of the sleeples night she spent worrrying about my future “, he would reply.
    ” Wear your belt, properly, dad.” My daughter.
    ” Insert shirt uniformly, dad ?’ My daughter in law.
    Who bothers if an old man’s waist belt skips a few loops or his shirt- folds sink an inch hear and there ? But such alertness of the children and anxiety to see I go out well dressed, give me contenment . While doing pradakshinam in the Guruvayaoorappan temple some time ago, my sister who accompanied me, noticed that the jarigai borders of my veshti were unaligned and admonished me, “anna, you don’t even know to wear a veshti correctly.” Though she was not far away from truth, I chided her for diverting her attention from devotion to derailed jarigai border.
    ” Nothing else but the Lord’s image should be in your mind “. But later, when I moved away from the magnetic field of attraction of the Divinity, I felt pride in my sister’s consideration for me . And that is how the old minds work!
    More than food, clothing and shelter, what the elders need is the feeling that they are useful, they are needed, they are not an unwanted appendix for us. The depression created by the feeling that they have no role to play in anyone’s life, might even lead to suicide or wander astray, away from home. To avoid that, they have to be entrusted with some small work, which you consider, are easy and safe for them to handle.
    “Appa , please count these notes and give me the figure.” You know already the value, but still give him an opportunity to count the currency you have earned. ‘amma, keep my food ready, I might come back early today” You repeat the instruction already given to your wife and it is she who is going to keep the food ready. But your demand form your mom excites her; she enjoy musing your young days when you used to go home running from the school shoutng, ‘Amma, pasikkarathu, I am hungry”
    .My wife used to consult my mother every morning, ‘amma, what to cook today?”. The old lady would suggest some menu, the younger one might or might not go by that, the elder one never used to ask for an explanation for the change and in case there were a query, a pleasing answer would have been there.
    Make your parents feel, they are useful; they are needed.

  • Chutta pappadam- roasted pappad

    “Uncle wine or scotch?” enquires affectionately our host, an young doctor, our family friend, noticing me shivering from cold, despite it being fully protected from top to toe. The car was warm, the house I entered into was warm but the short exposure in between to the biting ( -7 degree C ) was horrible. I removed my warm jacket, monkey cap and gloves and our guest lead me to the comforts of a cosy sofa in the tastefully furnished drawing room and handed over a shining glass with scotch whisky.
    That helped ! The mind -machine, started working.
    ‘Had I got acquainted with this young man much earlier, my sister Raji would have been alive today’ I thought. My guest is a leading gastroenterologist and liver specialist.
    ‘Foolish, you are’ admonishes another thought wave ‘She passed away some thirty years ago, when your host was a child. Moreover, she wimageas given the  best possible treatment available those days’
    Raji was my second sister, dearest to me and others in the family. A very affectionate girl, simple mannered, smiling always, helpful in nature and what not. Her liver was damaged irreparably and our friend would have helped by transplanting a replacement. That was my first thought, demolished by the second one.
    The passing away of our dear and nears always make us ask ourselves whether the death was preventable and would it have been possible timageo stop it, had we acted in a different way, in a better way.
    A relative in my extended family, recently, returned home after a walk in the evening, dropped and died on the spot. Nothing could be done. His wife, on his request, was making dosa and before the first dosa came out of the iron tawa, her husband was dead! He was alive, visibly in good health, when she went into the kitchen, a moment ago!
    We hear about many such cases. We can understand the Shock the family undergoes through at the end of the day, one wishes and pray for such ends to his own life. What a relief when compared to the agony in the inhospitable hospitable bed!
    The arrival into this world is with a lot of preparations, fanfare and pre- announcements and the departure in many cases are abrupt, unannounced. The fellow who looked down upon you, a few minutes ago, as if you were nothing, in the next moment, is lying dead down below, like a log.
    Is death predetermined? ‘Yes’, say many. ‘How?’ ask others.
    If it is predetermined, why health care and other disciplines?
    If it is not predetermined how do people die unexpectedly by accidents and other unforeseen reasons?
    Now the inner engine turns towards some men of the past like SamkarachAraya, Ramanujan and Swamy Vivekananda who had short sojourn in this world but achieved great things. Were those great souls sent to this world with specific projects and called back when their job was over? That is supporting the theory that death is predetermined.
    If death is predetermined, how did thousands got washed away in the Badarinath floods? Natural disasters and man – made calamities are carrying away hundreds of innocents into the oblivion and does it mean that all those unfortunate souls were assembled in a particular place like herds of animals pushed into a butchery?
    “You go on asking the same questions again again. Give us the answer?” – a chorus from my inside machine.
    My host comes with another glass of scotch. ‘Uncle?”
    “No. Thanks, young man. I know when to stop. Now, my priority is chutta pappadams,
    Roasted pappads on the dining table.
    “Going away without answering us?” The chorus from inside again.
    I quote from another wise man, as all wise men do, when they have no answer of their own for a difficult question.
    “There is such a thing as the light of reason.
    We all posses it. It illuminates everything.
    So, rather than being caught up, step back into the cool, calm and dispassionate light of reason”
    To be frank, I don’t know what it means!
    But when I bite the chutta pappadam, it asks, “does that light tell you that I’m better than my deep -fried cousin?”
    Ah, that language I follow -‘take care of your health and “leave unto the God, the rest”
    I pick up one more Pappad and bite. It asks, ‘death is predetermined or accidental?’
    I hate inconvenient questions. I give the chutta pappadam one more bite.
    Baltimore,
    Feb 04, 2015
     
    Comments:
    Something touched my heart very deeply but am unable to put in words anything mama!! Soul touching post! !
    Gopalkrishanan Geetha
    Mama profound and upanishadic article! I was roaming in the nooks and corners of your mind which has seen the rise and ebb of tidal thoughts and yet the very essential question on death remains unanswered to this day! Nachiketas not withstanding no one has a truly definite answer to this enigma. So as your conclusion goes I also believe that take care of health ( physical mental emotional financial etc) and don’t bother much!
    Annapurna Muthuraman.
    A very nice and a deeply ponderable subject, SPji.
    KR Suryanarayanan
    . Hi Siva subramanian Ji! I have been reading ur posts, this particular one is awesome, birth and death is explained in a different dimension….
    Tks for this wonderful writing
    Kakshmi Bhat
    Great post. Enjoyed reading it. Then you stopped making the reader crave for more….
    Lalitha Vydyanathan
    . Reminds me of my dad.
    Krish Chalat
    Sir,
    You have your own distinct style of expression. ..It makes a good read. .
    Srs Mani
    A very nice and a deeply ponderable subject, SPji.
    KR Suryanarayanan
    Hi Siva subramanian Ji! I have been reading ur posts, this particular one is awesome, birth and death is explained in a different dimension….
    Tks for this wonderful writing
    Kakshmi Bhat
    Great post. Enjoyed reading it. Then you stopped making the reader crave for more….
    Lalitha Vydyanathan
    Once again, well-written~
    Bindya Viswanathan
    Great read,mama
    RoopA Ravi
    Very nice post. But answers to the Q whether death is predetermined eludes us still.
    Ganapathy C iyer
    Very useful reading of your post. keep posting. your flow of english writing is very nice.
    Padma Subramani
    Sent from my iPad
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

  • How lucky you are!

    To my young friends:
    Childhood and youth are the best periods in life. Use it effectively, using every opportunity for your rise and also to help others, including your kin and your country.
    Also enjoy these periods which are one time opportunities. Knowingly don’t do any wrong things on which you might regret later .Everyone makes mistakes but try to keep their number to minimum . Better wisdom might visit you later in life but never the childhood and youth. Never miss the spring of your life.
    To my friends who have crossed their young age:
    Old age could be turned into the best period in your life, if you are mentally prepared to
    believe that you are not the only one in the world who turned old. It is unavoidable. I’m sure of it. It won’t be certainly a punishment, if you take care of your health, control your anger and words and moods and desire to eat things which are prohibited for you. Certain adjustments here and there with your family are necessary, which you will learn by experience. Old age could be even be made the prime period in your life if you learn how to keep your body and mind ever active.
    Ever means always except the time you are in the state of sleep.
    You will be excited when you realize that many known to you, have already gone into permanent sleep, and man, you are kicking and reading my post!
    Wah, how lucky you are!

  • AS a matter of precaution

    “Keep an eye on your weight and waistline , Ammalu”
    “Impossible. As long as you are inside or outside the house, my eyes will be always on you”
    “How, when I’m out, You have a mobile camera to track my movements?”
    “Why camera? My eyes! A woman who suspects her husband has eyes all over his path”
    “You suspect me, Ammalu? , Shiva, Shiva, Rama, Rama!”
    “I don’t. But as a matter of precaution, as any other wife does, I follow you. As simple as that”
    “Did I hear you saying, ‘as simple as that?’ Ammalu?”
    “Yes. You did hear right. I never exaggerate”
     
    Sent from my iPad

  • NO LOSS

    “Madam, severe memory loss. Can you help me please?”
    ” Sure, did you forget your name?”
    “Not mine, my wife’s”
    “Ammini?”
    “Oooooz! If my wife hears that name there will be instant floods”
    “Parukkutty, Parameswary, Panki”
    “No, no, if my wife hears those names there will be tsunami”
    “I failed in rekindling your memory. Name a person whom, you love most, fear most, obey most”
    “Ammalu”
    “That is your wife’s name! And I’m that woman!”
    “Thank you Ammalu. Mine was not a memory loss alone. I lost, temporarily my sight too. Oh, too many loses!”
    “You have lost nothing , as long as you haven’t lost me”
    Sent from my iPad

  • NO SHAME

    Your mom seems to have some misunderstanding about me. Why don’t you tell her that I’m an innocent man”
    “I did tell her, but she is not convinced”
    “Tell her I’m child- like; I know nothing”
    “I told her”
    “What did she say?”
    “She yelled at me”
    “Yelling is OK. All old women do that. You also do that. Tell me what she said”
    “She asked me a question. I don’t want to tell you what that question was. Please don’t compellme”
    “Please, please Amnalu! . Tell me what that question was”
    “This was that question: ‘Aren’t you ashamed to tell me, after getting four children from him, that your husband is child like and he doesn’t know anything?”