There's so much to crib about and so little time! Gah! So without much ado, lets get down to some serious BongMan trashing.
More excerpts from previously mentioned travel journal:
- Some of the most annoying Bongs I had the misfortune of travelling with are the ones who come with kids. Usually two. And each more intolerable than the other. The kicking, screaming, crying, scratching, running-up-and-down-the-length-of-the-compartment kinds. Makes me want to yell and tear my hair out, to say the least. But maybe its gotten less to do with them being Bong. Maybe its just KIDS. Look I love kids. I think they have the most adorable 'behinds' among other qualities. But they're not my ideal companions, so to speak, on journeys or inside movie theaters. They unleash the Devil in me, and that's an understatement. If I hadn't been introduced to the concept of self control I would have been behind bars for assault ages ago. Trust me. The problem in most of these cases is bad/terrible parenting. According to me, kids should not be allowed to travel/enter movie theaters till they're at least ten. And if they are, their parents should be prepared to see their kids with popcorn buckets dumped on their heads. Anyway, lets not digress from the issue at hand - Bong parents with kids on trains. FOCUS.
BongDad (Bad), BongMom (Bom) and BongBaby (Butt) enter air-conditioned compartment of the Calcutta Rajdhani (I refuse to call it 'Kolkata'. So give it a rest!). Me, hiding behind my book, sigh, almost audibly, attracting unnecessary attention. Damn. They've seen me now. Pointless conversation becomes inevitable.
Bad (turning to me): It's so hot isn't it? (wiping sweat off his face with an already drenched handkerchief.)
Me (still unable to forgive myself for inviting conversation): It is.
Bom: Its quite cold in the compartment though. (It's air-conditioned! Duh! Also notice the insistence on stating the obvious.)
Bad (turning to wife): Give Bontu some food. He must be hungry. (presuming Bontu is the name of the hapless child.)
Butt (whining): Noooooooooooo. I'm not hungry.
Bom: Bontu Shona. Please eat something.
Butt: No! (Yelling unnecessarily. Kids!)
Bom (Giving up. I would have killed myself or her if this exchange continued any longer): Fine! Do what you want. Next time you pester me for food, you ain't getting any.
Butt: Mummy! Where will I sleep?
Bom (Obviously offended by afore mentioned refusal of food. I presume she made it with all the love in her heart.): You'll sleep in the lower berth.
Butt (wailing): Noooooooooooooo. I want to sleep up there (pointing to the top bunk and simultaneously scrutinizing ways of getting there.)
Bom (Making weird facial contortions, supposedly trying to scare the child into obedience): I said NO! No more arguing. You'll be sleeping in the lower bunk. That's final. Now stop your nonsense. Look, uncle is getting angry. (pointing at me. Me infuriated at being called 'uncle'. Seriously?!! May you be pelted with stones Woman!)
Butt casts a quick look at me to make sure whether 'Uncle' was really mad at him or his beloved mother was lying through her teeth. It doesn't take long for him to figure out that the latter was true. Goes back to his usual shenanigans.
Butt (impatiently): Mummy! I'm going upstairs (meaning top bunk).
Bom (Looking out of the window, least bothered about safety of her child): Do what you want. (Me thinking why I never heard these words from my mother. But probably this is why I turned out so awesome. Did I hear whispering? Don't worry. I'll find you whoever you are.)
Butt, unable to control his excitement at being offered unlimited access to the delectable top bunk, starts swinging from whatever he could find, across the seats, showing unbelievable skill and letting out occasional ape-like noises (or maybe Tarzan. But what's the difference? Po'tay'to-Po'taa'to.)
Bom (suddenly realizing the damages associated with above mentioned wild behaviour, starts yelling): Get down from there! (turning to snoring husband) Get up! Look what Bontu's doing. He'll fall and hurt himself. Please put him up on the top bunk (Turning to Bontu, hanging upside down at this point) Bontu! Its very cold up there. You'll catch the flu. Wear your monkey-cap! (Now I know why they're called 'Monkey' caps!)
Bom forces a woolen, black and pink polka dotted monkey cap over dangling Bontu's head. (The colour scheme/design is very important to completely visualize this bizarre spectacle. Stop scoffing you!) Bontu wriggles but he couldn't do much given the position he was stuck in. I'm sure he wished he was Spider-Man. I wanted to let him know that he was not far behind.
After what seemed like hours of yelling, kicking and dangling, Bontu finally made it to the top bunk. I thought now is the time for peace. But did I tell you he was a kid?!! Within minutes of reaching the summit, he wanted to come down again. But unfortunately, after considerable deliberation, the only option he could think of was free-fall. And although he wished he could fly, he realized he was not a bird or born of particularly superhuman parents. So he decides to cry. (At this point, I gave up all hopes of reading my book and tucked it away in one of the bunk-pouches. Yes. I gave up. I lost. Happy?) Not content with just wailing at the top of his lungs, Bontu decides to sneeze. He first irritates the hell out of perfectly innocent fellow travellers like me, and then goes on to kill them with mucus-laden bacteria. Yes. Kill me Bontu. I'd rather die.
Alarmed by the sneeze, Bom gets worried and severely pokes her sleeping husband (How can anybody sleep through all of this? Beats me. But in hindsight, I guess this goes on at home everyday. Poor old Mr. Bad.)
Bad (startled): What? Where?!!!
Bom: Bontu's caught a cold! I told you to not let him go up there. Keep sleeping. All your life!
Bad, being reprimanded by darling wife thus, promptly rescues Bontu from the dark, cold upper berth. (Not so delectable now eh Bontu?! *snigger*) Bom gives Bontu a bone-crushing hug, as if he just came back from the battlefield. Bontu, all sweaty from the excessive physical exercise, sneezes again.
Bom (alarmed) : Why're you sweating so much? (Why?!! Really?) (Takes off the hideous monkey cap, and finds Bontu's hair to be soaking wet) I told you not to run around in the train. But do you ever listen to me Bontu?! (nailing the I-am-hurt tone. Sorry to burst your bubble lady, but that won't work on the Devil you happen to call your son. Not in a million years.) The upper bunk is really cold. And the AC has been turned up so much. Its freezing in here!
No it's not. Get that darned Monkey cap off his head and all will be fine in Bontu-Land.
P.S. As much as I hate you BongMan, my journeys wouldn't have been half as eventful, if it wasn't for your annoying self . Not to mention your darling offsprings. There. I said it. You're not mad at me anymore are you? *nudge*
More excerpts from previously mentioned travel journal:
- Some of the most annoying Bongs I had the misfortune of travelling with are the ones who come with kids. Usually two. And each more intolerable than the other. The kicking, screaming, crying, scratching, running-up-and-down-the-length-of-the-compartment kinds. Makes me want to yell and tear my hair out, to say the least. But maybe its gotten less to do with them being Bong. Maybe its just KIDS. Look I love kids. I think they have the most adorable 'behinds' among other qualities. But they're not my ideal companions, so to speak, on journeys or inside movie theaters. They unleash the Devil in me, and that's an understatement. If I hadn't been introduced to the concept of self control I would have been behind bars for assault ages ago. Trust me. The problem in most of these cases is bad/terrible parenting. According to me, kids should not be allowed to travel/enter movie theaters till they're at least ten. And if they are, their parents should be prepared to see their kids with popcorn buckets dumped on their heads. Anyway, lets not digress from the issue at hand - Bong parents with kids on trains. FOCUS.
BongDad (Bad), BongMom (Bom) and BongBaby (Butt) enter air-conditioned compartment of the Calcutta Rajdhani (I refuse to call it 'Kolkata'. So give it a rest!). Me, hiding behind my book, sigh, almost audibly, attracting unnecessary attention. Damn. They've seen me now. Pointless conversation becomes inevitable.
Bad (turning to me): It's so hot isn't it? (wiping sweat off his face with an already drenched handkerchief.)
Me (still unable to forgive myself for inviting conversation): It is.
Bom: Its quite cold in the compartment though. (It's air-conditioned! Duh! Also notice the insistence on stating the obvious.)
Bad (turning to wife): Give Bontu some food. He must be hungry. (presuming Bontu is the name of the hapless child.)
Butt (whining): Noooooooooooo. I'm not hungry.
Bom: Bontu Shona. Please eat something.
Butt: No! (Yelling unnecessarily. Kids!)
Bom (Giving up. I would have killed myself or her if this exchange continued any longer): Fine! Do what you want. Next time you pester me for food, you ain't getting any.
Butt: Mummy! Where will I sleep?
Bom (Obviously offended by afore mentioned refusal of food. I presume she made it with all the love in her heart.): You'll sleep in the lower berth.
Butt (wailing): Noooooooooooooo. I want to sleep up there (pointing to the top bunk and simultaneously scrutinizing ways of getting there.)
Bom (Making weird facial contortions, supposedly trying to scare the child into obedience): I said NO! No more arguing. You'll be sleeping in the lower bunk. That's final. Now stop your nonsense. Look, uncle is getting angry. (pointing at me. Me infuriated at being called 'uncle'. Seriously?!! May you be pelted with stones Woman!)
Butt casts a quick look at me to make sure whether 'Uncle' was really mad at him or his beloved mother was lying through her teeth. It doesn't take long for him to figure out that the latter was true. Goes back to his usual shenanigans.
Butt (impatiently): Mummy! I'm going upstairs (meaning top bunk).
Bom (Looking out of the window, least bothered about safety of her child): Do what you want. (Me thinking why I never heard these words from my mother. But probably this is why I turned out so awesome. Did I hear whispering? Don't worry. I'll find you whoever you are.)
Butt, unable to control his excitement at being offered unlimited access to the delectable top bunk, starts swinging from whatever he could find, across the seats, showing unbelievable skill and letting out occasional ape-like noises (or maybe Tarzan. But what's the difference? Po'tay'to-Po'taa'to.)
Bom (suddenly realizing the damages associated with above mentioned wild behaviour, starts yelling): Get down from there! (turning to snoring husband) Get up! Look what Bontu's doing. He'll fall and hurt himself. Please put him up on the top bunk (Turning to Bontu, hanging upside down at this point) Bontu! Its very cold up there. You'll catch the flu. Wear your monkey-cap! (Now I know why they're called 'Monkey' caps!)
Bom forces a woolen, black and pink polka dotted monkey cap over dangling Bontu's head. (The colour scheme/design is very important to completely visualize this bizarre spectacle. Stop scoffing you!) Bontu wriggles but he couldn't do much given the position he was stuck in. I'm sure he wished he was Spider-Man. I wanted to let him know that he was not far behind.
After what seemed like hours of yelling, kicking and dangling, Bontu finally made it to the top bunk. I thought now is the time for peace. But did I tell you he was a kid?!! Within minutes of reaching the summit, he wanted to come down again. But unfortunately, after considerable deliberation, the only option he could think of was free-fall. And although he wished he could fly, he realized he was not a bird or born of particularly superhuman parents. So he decides to cry. (At this point, I gave up all hopes of reading my book and tucked it away in one of the bunk-pouches. Yes. I gave up. I lost. Happy?) Not content with just wailing at the top of his lungs, Bontu decides to sneeze. He first irritates the hell out of perfectly innocent fellow travellers like me, and then goes on to kill them with mucus-laden bacteria. Yes. Kill me Bontu. I'd rather die.
Alarmed by the sneeze, Bom gets worried and severely pokes her sleeping husband (How can anybody sleep through all of this? Beats me. But in hindsight, I guess this goes on at home everyday. Poor old Mr. Bad.)
Bad (startled): What? Where?!!!
Bom: Bontu's caught a cold! I told you to not let him go up there. Keep sleeping. All your life!
Bad, being reprimanded by darling wife thus, promptly rescues Bontu from the dark, cold upper berth. (Not so delectable now eh Bontu?! *snigger*) Bom gives Bontu a bone-crushing hug, as if he just came back from the battlefield. Bontu, all sweaty from the excessive physical exercise, sneezes again.
Bom (alarmed) : Why're you sweating so much? (Why?!! Really?) (Takes off the hideous monkey cap, and finds Bontu's hair to be soaking wet) I told you not to run around in the train. But do you ever listen to me Bontu?! (nailing the I-am-hurt tone. Sorry to burst your bubble lady, but that won't work on the Devil you happen to call your son. Not in a million years.) The upper bunk is really cold. And the AC has been turned up so much. Its freezing in here!
No it's not. Get that darned Monkey cap off his head and all will be fine in Bontu-Land.
P.S. As much as I hate you BongMan, my journeys wouldn't have been half as eventful, if it wasn't for your annoying self . Not to mention your darling offsprings. There. I said it. You're not mad at me anymore are you? *nudge*
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