“To trek or not to trek”
was not my DIL’S dilemma but whether to take her little – Big hubby with her ,
was a question troubling her mind.
“Mil what to do you think
about my idea of motivating my husband to undertake the trek on coming Saturday
?” DIL asked for my opinion without expecting an answer from me.
“DIL , see if you can
convince him but if he is unwilling , don’t be irritated” I mumbled in the
vaccum because DIL had disappeared from the sight, not willing or waiting to
take my advice or suggestion.
My DIL is quite a self
motivated and self reliant person. She hates to take any advice or suggestions
though she doesn’t mind dealing them away, like a seasoned card player who
deftly deals cards while playing Rummy or Teen Patti.
It is fun to notice how
DIL hangs , ones suggestions on a peg in the hall and gets pleasure in acting
according to her own plan. If I tell her to make khichadi for dinner, thinking
that DIL must be tired after the day’s work, she would prepare a four course
meal with Rassam, Sambar, Rice, Potato vegetable and to top it all , she would
serve salad, Papadam and curds. If there happens to be some festival and if I
try and tell her how important it is to serve proper meal, then she would leave
the whole menu care of our cook or would prepare simple lunch of Rice , Kolumbu
and may be a dash of age old pickle. If she feels very generous then she would
offer to fry an egg as an accompaniment. And mind well , it’s not because she
doesn’t know to cook exotic dishes , but DIL simply feels it is not a big deal
that the family has to have its 2655th meal in the form of a festive
menu! That’s all ! that’s the way DIL operates. If DIL wants to do something
come rain or storm she does it as per her plan.
Sorry , the topic was not
about the daily bread that Almighty DIL serves on the dot! But it was about
Trekking! Please not the capital T because it is my DIL’s first Love. So to be
at it , DIL had started dreaming about treks for long i.e. from the time the
Rain God started showering his blessings on Mumbai. On many a weekends she
would declare her intention of taking a family for trekking adventure in early
morning at 5a.m , On such Friday nights I would get a nightmare and I would see
myself dragged to a hill fort. In my dreams I would see that my carefully
collected layers of fat ( by eating oodles of desi gee ) melting away in the
hot sun!But next morning I would sigh
with relief to find myself to be in bed at 9 a.m. And why did I say hill fort
you may ask – the reason given by DIL is they look beautiful and inviting to
the seasoned trekkers – especially forts in the regions of Lonavala, Khandala
and Pune . e.g Tikona, Panhala, Vishalgad, Lohagad, Karnala and many more…….
DIL can reel out names of
any number of forts in Maharashtra that even Shivaji Maharaj would not have
remembered.
Well , as per DIL’s every
season’s dream , this time DIL wanted to utilize her second week end for
trekking and asked her one time trekking companion – who happens to be my DIL
ka Tukda – my son , to join her. Dil told him that she has given up her hope to
prepare her dumb, lazy, overweight and stubborn MIL to experience the fun ,
atleast once and has now decided to stop trying anymore. So why not trekking
fun only for the lovey dovey twosome.
But alas! The DIL Ka
Tukda refused to budge from his royal seat in front of the TV as there was a final
cricket match between England and Australian team and both teams would have
surely missed Him – their fan’s presence.
Dil blew her top and
shouted – “You Lazy Lump of Lipids- sit at home and incubate the sofa set. I am
going ‘Solo’ alone… did you hear ? s-o-l-o , but I will not miss the train for
the trek this time at any cost”.
DIL swang her back pack
on her shoulder and left home for Lohagad…. To enjoy her much awaited rainy
season’s adventure. Without saying bye bye to her poor MIL or poor Lazy Lump Of
Lipids !
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