me wrong, it’s not because I help her out with her household chores. As an
afterthought, I do, by devouring up everything that she cooks. But being an early riser does not have
anything to do with that. It’s just that the ostentatious me has several other
chores to wind up before my Mom awakes.
several girlfriends and crushes before my Mom would switch off the Wi-Fi. That’s
not all; I need to even delete all these chats before my chary Mom lays her
hand on my mobile phone.
for the flamboyant me yesterday as it is every morning. I finished off my
morning routine with gusto and then picked up the morning newspaper, trying my
best to prove not to be the pretentious prodigal son that my Mom so falsely
believes I am.
but not the green and white ones. Everyone has a passion for different colours
and it’s no fault that I crave for yellow, be it journalism or otherwise.
Unfortunately having to skim through the first page before I attack the Page-3,
my eyes were stuck at the headlines for the day which read “Deleting WhatsApp,
FB, Viber chats could be made illegal”.
Flabbergasted I was, I had just
committed the horrendous crime a few minutes ago. How would I survive in this
nation, I asked myself and could not have any plausible reasoning.
survive on deleting them well in time before my Mom sees it. I am doomed. I
needed to read the news further because I was visualising my hangman’s noose in
media and the instant messengers would no longer remain private as I would like
them to be, if this Government notification gets its way. This is ridiculous, I
exclaimed and surely getting thoughts whether my wary mother had a sinister
role to play in this proposed legislation.
had always believed that all her thoughts have always been preposterous and ludicrous
for my tastes and this time I was pretty sure that her “Mann-Ki-Baat” is turning
out to be the gospel law. Her “Man-Ki-Baat” was soon going to be a “Monkey-Bath”
an imminent death knell for me as I was reading it further. I would need to
keep records of all my personal conversations made over the last 90 days and
furnish them as and when demanded by the law enforcement authorities.
was caressing my hair, she planted her kiss on my perspiring forehead and I
could hear her say, “Such a nice boy, good you are reading the newspaper rather
than wasting your time chatting on the social media”
the green mile.