Where is Roopa? Didn’t she accompany you to see the ‘Kolu’ in your friends’ houses, asked my husband who noticed me returning alone with half a dozen ‘thamboolam’ bags?
No, I couldn’t persuade Roopa to accompany me, I said feeling quite disgruntled at my granddaughter’s attitude.
What excuses did she come up with, said my husband who too sounded a little disappointed. The modern generation doesn’t seem to believe in anything that is traditional, he added.
I don’t think that’s the reason, I said.
Then she would have said she finds it boring, stepping in and out of half-a-dozen oldies’ houses just to see a ‘Kolu’ which probably looks almost identical, he said.
No, that too is not the reason. Do you remember she had most enthusiastically accompanied me last year and said she quite enjoyed meeting my friends?
May be, but why has she been reluctant this time, said my husband unable to understand the mood of the young girl.
You will be surprised if I tell you what Roopa thinks of some of my friends, I said, not feeling happy about the very thought.
What did the girl say, is it something very preposterous, said he, noticing my expression of displeasure.
She thinks they are real “kanjoosis” and “lazy bums”, I said.
What makes her think so?
It appears the badam milk shake that was offered by them was very diluted and hardly had any badam flavour. And the ‘sundal’ was also stale and soggy, the coconut having turned rancid making it unfit to eat. “Why can’t your friends give me something that is more palatable,” she had complained.
I think she has a point there. Probably, the older generation should take a lesson or two from the young, he quipped.
n.meera raghavendra rao