C for craziness...

When someone calls me crazy I tell them they should wait till they meet The Family. I can bet my entire life's savings that you wouldn't have seen a crazier family.

I have cousins who discuss for an hour on how cockroaches die. Seriously!

I always found cockroaches disgusting. They have no reason to live, yet alone become a topic of discussion. What is more disgusting is people making videos out of the last 3 minutes of their death. Yuck! Common! every living thing is entitled to their share of peace in death. Ok, before you think that this post should have been 'C for Cockroaches' let me go back to the craziness. Did you know that cockroaches can survive nuclear explosions?

My craziness started with the crazy friends I made at school. Like we used to call up random people (Thank God for landlines without caller IDs back then) and ask them "We are calling from water department. Is there water coming in your tap?". Very sincerely that aunty or uncle or sometimes a young-boy-with -a-cute-voice would go check, comeback and say yes . We used to shout into the phone saying "Then what do you expect to come from the tap? Coco Cola? ", hang up and giggle.

Call another number. "Is your fridge running?"
"Yes"
  "Then what are you doing..Go run and catch it"

Hangup. More giggles.

BFFs. you know. Crazy people. After mothers, BFFs are the best thing that happened to the world.

Craziness runs in the family. You should read about the Mother here. Did I tell you the Mother & Grandmother are obsessed with Candycrush and my cousin runs a candycrush consulting business helping them clear stages. We even got a candycrush cake for the GrandMother. And then discussed the possible moves on the cake game.

Our conversations in the family are like Hyderabadi traffic. People come from all sides. Conversations happen from all sides. Just like Hyderabadis shift lanes without giving an indicator, we shift from one topic to the other. If there are 6 of us around the table, there will 6 x6 = 36 conversations happening at the same time (topics right from Uber's marketing strategy to why Trisha called off her engagement are discussed at length) one shouting across the other. If there is someone visiting us, they will think we are fighting over something really serious. But we are simply talking.



PS: My Mom lost her best friend to cancer recently. She was one of the most liveliest and beautiful person I knew. I lost two of my most favourite people in the world to Cancer and thought will write about Cancer and how horrible it is. But then, the world already has too much pain, agony , suffering and cancer and no point in writing about it again.