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Good Boy, Bad Boy

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There is this one small category of people that I proudly claim I belong to. The group might call itself whatever it is, but the rest of the world generally acknowledges them as ‘good boys’. Since I was a 2-footer to the vertical distance I’ve covered now, have always persisted in being recognized as one.

Successful as I’ve been for this long, the litmus test for this time-tested truth arrived not very long ago. This gentleman friend of mine, for reasons best known to nobody, decided to tie that famous knot in some remote Trichy. Now it takes a small bit of an effort to get there from Mumbai – one flies down to Bengaluru and its an overnight bus journey thereafter. Once one has yawned through the reception and has had his good fill of the food, one plans the return. Take the road to Bengaluru, then fly down to Mumbai.

Simple! Not really.

One travels all night in that ruddy bus. Early next morning, one runs down straight to the Bengaluru airport. In the airport, noticing that one is hungry, one wishes to breakfast, the precondition to which includes that one has to brush one’s teeth.

Its in such moments that cataclysm happens.

There I was engrossed in glistening my teeth in that washroom when a small kid, some 4 years old, arrived with his dad, the dad continuously ingraining in the child good manners.

‘Son, you are a good boy, you should wash your hands.’

The kid, of all things, found this guy with toothbrush sticking out of my mouth, the most interesting thing. Curiosity kicked in:

“Papa, even I want to brush my teeth.”
“No son, you have already brushed your teeth at home.”
“No papa, I still want to brush my teeth.”
“No son, good boys always brush their teeth at home before they leave.”

Now came the obvious reference.

“But papa, he is brushing here in the airport.”
“Son, he is a bad boy. Don’t follow him. Now lets go.”

So much for having been a good boy.

P.S. There were plans to shave too. Shelved! 


Written by Srinivas

January 21, 2013 at 4:34 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

7 Responses

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  1. ROFL!! good boy syndrome 😛

    good to see you back to writing..err typing 😉


    January 21, 2013 at 5:01 pm

  2. Well, its been some time! 😦


    January 21, 2013 at 5:08 pm

  3. After a long time but the SriniBAD style remains. Good read, man. Now listen to me: keep blogging.

    Tonmoy Goswami

    January 21, 2013 at 6:44 pm

  4. Good boys don’t proclaim themselves as good. Also the definition of being good has changed these days as compared to our childhood days.

    I am more thankful that uncle didn’t pronounced you a bad boy for the following reasons:
    1. Firstly, ‘kyunki tumhare paste main namak nahi tha’
    2. Secondly, You didn’t carry your 12 hr protecting mouthwash and
    3. Of course, where were your floss?


    January 21, 2013 at 6:49 pm

    • There weren’t enough folks to comment on that ‘good’ part. So thought I’ll make one myself.

      For one, the thought that I wanted to brush in itself qualifies me as a good boy. 😉 Namak, mouthwash and floss only follow! 😉


      January 21, 2013 at 6:52 pm

  5. LOL 😀 😀
    firstly gud to see u back to blogging 😛

    secondly.. now lemme tell u a secret 😛
    baccho ko obedient banane ke liye parents bahut jhooot bolte hai 😉
    even u will wen u do get married n hv kids 😉 😛


    January 22, 2013 at 3:13 am

  6. That father was certainly a bad boy and may his son turn out to be a good boy just like you. On that note, I ROFL!


    January 28, 2013 at 8:25 pm

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