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Old Fox 004: Keeping up with the Dhorkandes!

Friday, July 6, 2012

Keeping up with the Dhorkandes!

The Dhorkandes were my ex-landlord plus neighbours, and as with all ex’s, I find it impossible to forget them. Its been a peaceful two months in our new rented flat but the Dhorkande nightmare still does not cease to haunt me.

Once our LIC agent had come home visiting for his duty-bound premium collections. It was around ten-ish on a Monday. While in deep discussion about some insurance plans with the agent, I did not realise that the door hadn’t been locked. All of a sudden Lady Dhorkande just kicked open the door and barged into our living room. Her face fell ten inches to the ground, when she didn’t see what she had imagined.

I thought she would get epileptic any moment then.

The lady has an extra-sensory power of imagination, fuelled by her 24x7 watch outside her verandah and windows. Seeing a young and dashing man visit me on a weekday, especially at the time when my man has left for work, erupted the best of the wildest crap from her head. She was so certain to catch us live in action that she didn’t bother to ring the bell or give it a second thought before stomping right in.

And to top it, she was at her un-satsangly best – electrocuted hair, clumsily-clad saree, barefoot, clutching a piece of clothing in her hand. I assume she was folding this piece while at the verandah when the golden idea struck her.

My man hadn’t left for office till then. He leaves a good half an hour later but her window-watching schedule went wrong on that fateful day. The agent, my husband and me were into serious analysis about annuities, better yielding retirement plans and most importantly whether we have the means to invest in a plan now. When Lady Dhorkande kicked in like Inspector Dhoble on a raid mission, all three of us looked up, shocked, amused and slightly annoyed.

True to the Dhorkandes’ she did not apologise. I asked her if anything’s wrong but she couldn’t utter a single word with that open mouth. In fact, it was so wide open that she could swallow a hippopotamus if she were hungry. Highly dejected at not seeing a twosome, she eventually blabbered something inane, before leaving. That could have also been Inspector Dhoble leaving saddened from a massage parlour raid, while carrying a huge lump in his throat because he couldn’t save the rotting world.

But what about the lump in the brain? Lady Dhorkande has two children and three grand children, sadly she has transferred or would be transferring this lump into them. I have more about the Dhorkandes but let’s park them for some other day.

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At July 8, 2012 at 1:49 PM , Blogger Jack said...


Ha Ha Ha! Waiting for more.

Take care

At July 10, 2012 at 9:17 PM , Blogger Alka Gurha said...

The lady sounds crazy...is she a moral police commissioner or what?

At July 15, 2012 at 8:27 PM , Blogger sawan said...

:D i was thinking of the insurance guy. what wud be the first thing he wud think of when he looks at his schedule for your papers the next time :P :D

At July 15, 2012 at 9:23 PM , Blogger Oldfox004 said...

Jack uncle

the words come out easily when the haunting starts..lets c when this brings out the next post!

At July 15, 2012 at 9:24 PM , Blogger Oldfox004 said...

Lets just say - she is the typical Indian mentality!

At July 15, 2012 at 9:25 PM , Blogger Oldfox004 said...

:) he is an extremely sophisticated gentleman...felt really sad for him...and embarrassed myself!

At July 23, 2012 at 11:26 PM , Blogger der Bergwind said...

reading ur blog, a new id, a new form... after eons! hope ur doing well, especially in the lands of crazy hormones, crazier belief systems!

At July 26, 2012 at 11:21 PM , Blogger Oldfox004 said...

der Bergwind
hey! good to see you too...how's it been? i'm doing good - its a new phase of life:)


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