Aunty Greeta

                                                              Aunty Greeta is our cherished neighbour back in kerala.Everything about her amused me. Aunty Greeta was loud by all means.   A loud name to her credit, Agenus Greeta George, a family of two boys, a girl, a macho husband and mom n dad. Her children too were named loud-Julian Iraneous(god sounds like a person owning a fleet of planes) Millie Milred( are u tired) and finally said ok to tubectomy after Levin Sebastian. She had a high-pitched shrieky voice matching her tall almost six foot figure, she always wore frilly knee length frocks showing her well toned calf muscles.Miles away the fish seller could hear her screeching out, I need a kg of mackerels, as he trades on his bicycle making this melodious “koooiiii”…by this he is alarming prospective customers who can’t think of a fill without. When aunty greeta laughs (we no longer call it a laugh –a roar we meant) she added a sack of salt to the neighbour’s inquisitiveness. When she fought, she did it so indiscreetly with her macho man that she added oodles of fun to the same parties.

                                         Well she was  destiny’s child as she was adopted by this generous Anglo-Indian couple from an orphanage somewhere in Goa.They named her Greeta ,send her to school, thereafter she had a normal  upbringing. When she was fourteen years old her parents decided to tell her the truth and she rebelled on her identity (or existence???). She was defiant to find out her biological parents but she only hopped in darkness as nothing constructive happened. She started hating her adopted parents (this syndrome still is mysterious to me) for no reason of theirs.

                            Then came Mr.George Samuel Thottunkal who mesmerised her during her typewriting and shorthand coaching days in her institute. He happens to be the institute owner’s son’s friend’s friend(what a close relationship to mention).Eventually the bonding grew and resulted in the above mentioned beautiful household.The parents with their support system managed to send Mr George to Dubai dreaming of  a sophisticated lifestyle for their adorable daughter, who no longer even cared to acknowledge their presence around.

                                         Life became more of comfort for aunty Greeta as she was surrounded slowly by all luxuries.(parents still in neglection).She made  fun of them before her kids not knowing –what goes around definitely comes around. Wait don’t judge her so fast.

                                   Well all said and done she was a true Christian. She never missed her Sunday masses, whenever somebody was in need she will rush to the spot. A great entertainer for all children. She sang and danced passionately around them. Her big frame shook in mirth with any group she was around. She jostled in and out the crowds she came across with ease. That’s why I said wait to be judgemental.

             Aunty Greeta was a cleanliness freak too. She loved her house, her clothes, her children, her parents (for that matter yes)all expected to be neat and tidy. So came in paranoia of not depending on the washing machine she had …but to wash it all by herself….well there begins all my fun.

                                                                        She selected Sundays as her laundry day while Millie Milred cooked some fish and rice. Five to six buckets are lined in an array, then goes in some selective fabric freshener and detergent powder.Oh…ho… starting of that laborious process is accompanied with some beautiful songs all praising Jesus and Mother Mary .She takes a break to vociferate the oh so white shirts her sons were able to turn into oh so brown. Ranting ends (as no one gives a damn) singing continues…..oh Jesus your sea so big and my boat so small………will add more about her in the coming ones.