One of the primary reasons I cannot reach my brother Gundu on phone these days is his two year old son who will not part with his Papa's mobile. But this time I did. Surprise!
``What?'' I was shocked. Ajay is many years younger to him. Not married. Single and rocking. Carefree about life and even trying his hand at music. Hardly any chance he would have got married, leave alone having a child...My head started reeling with doubts -- does he have a girlfriend?
``He's adopted a kid,'' Gundu went on.
``But...but....b...he's not married! When did he hit on this idea? And your parents? I mean...,'' I was at loss for words. Ajay, the sombre young brother of Gundu. Ajay who dares not talk much in front of his guardian-brother. Ajay who is very unlike the `leader' image that Gundu cultivates. Highly unlikely he adopted a kid ever. Adoption is something I preach about and Gundu listens to...
``Some things happen...,'' he philosophised, calmly and absolutely undramatic about it.
``I mean, how has your wife taken to it? Boy or girl? Does your son like the kid? Whe...When did all this happen?'' I ranted off.
I was gasping by now...unable to comprehend how such a big step by his family did not reach my ears before.
``My son likes the kid. But is scared of it,'' he said.
Scared of it? It? Did I miss something there? Hello...no boy, no girl, but it? Something fishy?
``The kid is a puppy. A labrador,'' said Gundu, with the same casualness.
Gundu is still alive after this. I did not murder him though that's exactly what I wanted to do when he spoke these final words. It is just one of the numerous pranks he's played on us friends. I fall prey to them quite unwittingly, almost always.
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