A queer joke and pet talks #MondayMusings
Hahahahha…came the loud sound of laughter from the living room. I was clueless as to what happened suddenly to the calm and composed silence in the house. The pitch of laughter just kept on increasing provoking me to leave everything I was doing in the other room to go and inquire about the joke and catch a few laughter rounds for myself too.
I went out and saw him sitting with the Atlas (as usual) and still laughing. Now, there couldn’t be a joke in the Atlas.
Me: What makes you laugh? Is there a joke that you have just read but there shouldn’t be any in the Atlas?
Him: Yes, Mummy! There is a big joke given here.
And he showed me.
The joke was one of the official languages of Mauritius was given as Bhojpuri which, obviously, I couldn’t see how and why can be a joke. But it was for him. His explanation was, “How can Bhojpuri, a language of the Indian state Bihar, can reach so far to the distant island of Mauritius which is on the African continent? The makers of the atlas are telling a joke here.”
“Should I tell you about the people of Bihar who were taken by the British to Mauritius in large numbers as indentured labourers? However, I think it will be too much for you to know and understand at your age.” I told him.
“Try kar ke to dekho, Mummy. Ho sakta hai main sab samajh jaaun.” (Try and see, Mummy. It might be the case that I am able to understand it.)
Therefore, as I had called for it, I had to discuss with him everything I knew about this and pulled out a book, with a story around the same plot, from the bookshelf to show him. All discussions come out of books and lead to books at my place. The book was Sea of Poppies by Amitav Ghosh.
Now, the next one is a bonus for you all since it is Monday and I am writing about Dhruv.
For a school homework, he was required to write about a pet he has or he wants to keep.
He wrote one sentence, closed the notebook and told me the homework is over. The sentence was – ‘I don’t have a pet and I can’t have a pet because my mother will not let me have it.’
On my prodding, he agreed to erase this line and to write using his imagination. So, here are 3 of the 5 sentences he wrote for the pet parrot he would like to have someday.
- I will not keep him in the cage and will always carry him on my shoulders.
- I will clean up his poop.
- I will keep his eggs safe.
No, I did not talk to him about a male parrot’s incapacity to lay eggs. You and I know very well where it would have taken me to. Some other day.
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