Every
time the golden hour of day fail to inspire me, Balay Balay shows up to my
rescue. He talks on courting tips to issues like recent kidnap in the southern
front, and keeps me occupied with mixed thoughts. For quite some time now, he has
been my writing inspiration.
What
I know of the man is that he is tenacious and full of fun guy. His happiness came
from serving cows dutifully, from the flowers in the garden, working zealously in
the field and reclining with bottles at the end of the day.
But
as much as he is fun, so is he oblivious.
Since
my moving into the house, he has the record of roasting four curry cookers. One
being recent, he shares amusingly that he would make an eligible candidate for
Ghajini part II.
Gazing
in wonder at his state of oblivion, it takes great deal of thought to believe
that hard working people are as absent minded as they are busy. I have often
heard of the stories of busy man being oblivious but the gentleman here has
proved me that busy people are real forgetful.
One
time he was cooking. The curry was almost on verge of completion. He lowered
the stove and slipped into TV room for 8’o clock news reminding that he should
be back within minutes. No sooner did I come back from the shop down floor than
the shop aunty knocked my door. She appear worried.
“Something
is burning in here” said she with a pant. I scanned to see if everything was safe.
Seeing no sign of burn, off she went to find him in the room. Before he could
ask her the purpose of visit, a burning odor reminded him of the curry that he just
set on the stove. His would be delicious curry turned into black tar and shortly
broke out the laughter from the duo. It was one more to his list and suffered
the fool easily for the short term memory. Luckily, it was our neighbor
residing down floor who knew of the burning up floor.
Were
it not been for her, anything serious could have happened from the kitchen.
Thereafter,
whenever it is news hour and curry is put on stove, I keep a check lest all of
us be struck by careless bloopers.
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Since
he is strenuously consumed in day work, he usually don’t make night owl. The last
time for the bed would be 10 pm. Quite shockingly, one night I found him up
till 1 am with high volume made on the television. Not believing he would make
long into the night, I tiptoed till the door to check out. There he was deeply
snoring on the sofas with mouth wide open. He didn’t even properly bolt the
door. I woke him up and let his device into sleep.
But
that night no casualties of burning curry cooker was reported from his kitchen.
It was the TV that he forgot to put off that night.
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