Dressed in pink like a bride, Mount Santoshi Apartments stood at the end of the lane. As new occupants filled the lift with their furniture and were about to press the button to the third floor, the watchman shouted
“Arrey Sambhaal ke.. naya lift hain… kharaab hojayega” (Careful.. it is a new lift it will get spoilt) he spoke as the foam from the brush spilled
“Ladies log hain.. jaake kapde pehenke aaoo..” (Ladies are here go and wear proper clothes..” said the man trying to fit the furniture in the Orient lift
Wiping his mouth, the watch man repeated
“Arree… furniture toh andar nahi jayega.. tum pehle furniture nikalo main shirt pehenke aathaa hoo” (the furniture will not enter in.. you remove the furniture I will wear a shirt)
The woman inside shouted,
“andar aaajao aur theen dabaao.. nikal gaya woh” (come inside and press the third floor button.. he left)
“this is not right Sir”
A voice said
Holding his lungi in one hand and the packet of green vegetables and potatoes in another, a man with a huge “U” shaped vermillion walked towards the lift.
“This is our lift. If we spoil it then it will be problem for elderly ladies”
“Chalo chalo .. nahi toh yea madrasi aur bhaashan marega..” (let’s go out else this madrasi will deliver a lecture) said the man in the lift to the lady with him.
The watchman wore his shirt and joined in too.
“Namaste sir.. Apadnunchi ade chepthunna” (Greetings…I am telling the same since then)
“Kaani nuvvu ekkada vunde?” (Where were you?) said the man wearing a lungi to the watchman
“I asked him to wear a shirt and come” interrupted the man in the lift taking the furniture out
“Btw, I am Rajesh Arora and this is my better half and my life, Neha Arora. Not Malaica Arora’s sister”
He laughed jerking his pot belly and holding his wife’s shoulder tightly
“Oh. I am Subramaniniam. I live in Flat 302.” He said and quietly walked
“disgusting north Indians..” he breathed while walking
Categories: Short Stories