Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Mrs. Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder




I sometimes wonder if my sister suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder. My brother-in-law would hopefully second this thought. She is always bent upon having the house sparkling clean. The sparkle that you see in all those toothpaste ads can be seen in every nook and corner of the house. But, sister dear, will somehow still find a speck of dirt somewhere. It was a long time ago. She was a little girl then. Toddlers, as we all know, are never bothered about what they have in their hands. When they are not satisfied with what they touch or smell, it goes right into the mouth. Little scientists they are; always busy with their scholarly and scientific investigation. My sister's childhood story was the same; but, with a little twist. Her hands became as dirty as the dirtiest thing you could describe. She was never bothered. What bothered her? Her legs. Her feet would, at times, get a little muddy while playing. This tiny thing would immediately sit down and remove it all off. How? With her hands. The same story when she stamped on dog poop. She would resume her usual work once the feet were cleaned up.
Then comes the fish market story. Hundreds of fisherwomen sat at the entrance of the market. Inside the market, it wasn't as clean as the entrance. But, the fish sold inside contained the guaranteed freshness. So mommy and daddy always preferred buying fish from inside. But the little darling did not appreciate this idea of buying fresh fish. Her feet were there, right? They would have to step on the dirty water. But taking her to the market was never a problem. This girl was so charming and chubby that the fisherwomen at the market were more than happy to entertain her. When mommy and daddy were back, they would find her happily jumping from one fisherwoman's lap to the other feasting on their tea-time snacks. Something similar at the seashore. Every Sunday, evening time was seashore time. Taking her to the shore was all that mommy and daddy had to do. After that, she would run all the while and a bevy of beauties followed. She always had a group of college students after her. Such was the magic she possessed!! How I wish I had one of her childhood snaps right now to prove my point. At the moment, I guess these photos of a grown up Mrs. Obsessisve-Compulsive Disorder would suffice. The dimpled beauty is just like a magnet. Every individual in this macrocosm is just another piece of iron for her. She leads and everyone follows. This blog is dedicated to my lovely** sister who celebrates her birthday tomorrow.

**Conditions Apply.

9 comments:

  1. this is soooo cute!!!!!!!!

    happy birthday SHubha:))))
    U have one of the Best smiles..:)))))

    Keep smilin:)) n a BIg God Bless!!!

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  2. Can say she was obsessive, but about cleanliness.... never had a clue :) well its Mrs. Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder then :D -Naren

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  3. :-) gud one Deepthi...and happy bday dear Shubha!!!

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  4. Veena; Thank you so very much :)

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  5. Absolutely right Naren :-)
    Thank you Veena.

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  6. excellent writing.....Belated B'day to ur bubbly sis....jus luv her smile n dimple....:)

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