Monday, August 16, 2010

Hotline to heaven

A dear old aundy in the family was in shock, Her only living brother, a 176 (approx) year old apoopan called Varghese Chacko Alphonse Joseph Kurian was in the hospital. Doctors had given up hopes and suggested to the relations to donate his body to the nearest fossil museum.

But Aundy would have none of it. “He is only 176 years old” she wailed. "So young!!" she wailed some more. "How can he die!!!" she wailed again looking at the heavens, while we stuffed cotton into our years.

“We can only pray..." murmured the relations surreptitiously passing around the cotton.

"But the Potta prayer group would be closed now!!!" aundy wailed again while relations held their ears and groaned.

"It is true." my brother M whispered to us i.e. Mom, Dad and Me. "God would have gone to sleep by now." If looks could kill, M would be in heaven right now playing Hard Rock music on the Lyre.

"I think I know someone who might help!" said Elsie, aundy's daughter-in-laws, daughter-in-laws youngest daughter-in-law.

Everyone looked at her relieved. Aundys wailing and crying was getting on everyone’s nerves and people were now stuffing anything in sight into their ears.

"I will call my cousin Susan, She knows someone in Potta." said Elsie dialing a number on her mobile. Everyone looked at her admiringly. Having "connections" in Potta is like having connections in heaven. People nodded at each other knowingly and looked at her with a new respect.

"Ok! Susan will do it!" declared Susie after talking to Susan briefly.

After what seemed like an eternity but was actually ten seconds, Aundy's Son in Law's, Son-in-Law's grandson spoke. (He is 55 years old in case you are wondering). "What is happening Elsie? It is ten seconds and the news from hospital is still bad."

Before Elsie could say anything M looked at Aundy’s Son in Law's, Son-in-Law's, grandson and said solemnly "They are talking to God right now Appacha.”

"Oh." said Aundy's Son in Law's, Son-in-Law's grandson mollified. “Let us all go to sleep then.”

While the relatives rushed out of the house trying not to look too eager to leave, a certain gentleman and lady were seen beating a hasty retreat pushing their hysterically laughing daughter out of the house. The gentleman fought hard to keep a straight face until at least they reached the car.

M in the meantime had the air of a firefighter who had single handedly defused an emotional conflagration. He looked rather proud of himself.

Latest news: The family is still waiting for God's decision. In other words, apoopan is still alive.

15 comments:

One Weird Guy said...

rofl... now tht is something i can imagine happenin...

Nona said...

Isn't Potta a de-addiction center? :|

Prats said...

Totally lost...Couldn't get it :-(

silverine said...

Prats: People are conditioned to believe that some 'special people' have the power to intercede on their behalf to God. Thus Grandson, bought M's yarn that people were talking to God directly about the old man's health.

Usha Pisharody said...

R.O.F.L.

The Holy Lama said...

St. M is our saviour. Amen.
And Malayalis can read Potta and be safe hereafter.:P

Destiny's child... said...

Too funny! :D
M is surely very practical. Hope Aundy is doing good, now that apoopan is still alive :p

RGB said...

Ask (and why through Potta, can't figure!) and you shall receive...

Anonymous said...

"while we stuffed cotton into our 'years'." :-)

blunt edges said...

Way to go apoopa!!

jitinkrishnan said...

Haha! This is pretty nice! :)

pallavi said...

ROFL!!! new to your blog, and totally loved this post!! Adding you to my reader, so I don't miss out on any of your posts :-)

Mind Curry said...

"like"

missed all the fun here! :(

Unknown!!! said...

hey why cant i comment on the "out of the frying pan" post...it was hilarious :)

$$ said...

Hey! only now I realized the 'Hari Om' connection b/w the blog and the blogger! :P

Hari Om, BTW! :)