5..4..3..2..1…Ding Dong!



Ding Dong!


Feroz was a small town boy. He was the youngest of five siblings, three brothers and two sisters. Being the youngest one, he was the apple of everyone’s eye, including his brothers and sisters. Though he was very good at studies, it was with great difficulty that he persuaded Abbu and Ammi, to let him join the prestigious Medical College in the National Capital, Delhi. Atif Bhai, the second brother, was the only support he had initially. Atif Bhai himself was an aeronautical engineer, doing his research fellowship in Japan.

Finally, Feroz de-boards the train at the Old Delhi Railway Station with seven huge bags and two cartons. The coolie looked at him and then the bags and then stares back at him and exclaimed,

Ama miyaan, dhai pasli ke to aap ho…yeh saara saamaan kiska hai?” 

(Translation: “Man, you yourself are of two and half rib bones…who’s baggage is all this?”)


Feroz and Meenakshi bought a McSwirl and an Aloo Tikki burger each and spent the whole day at the McDonald outlet just outside the college. Today was their last day in Delhi. That evening they were both leaving for their respective destinations for the year-long internship.


Abdul Bhai‘s nikaah (wedding) it is and Feroz was home for three days. On the nikaah day, Ammi introduces Feroz to Shabnam and her parents. The moment both the fathers finish hugging each other, and the mothers are about to hug each other, Feroz announces:

“Sorry Ammi, I am already married.”

Then the usual rona-dhona and the melodrama amidst which Ammi calls up Atif Bhai in Japan.

“Atif, this naalayak (good-for-nothing) brother of yours says he is already married. And that too to a Hindu girl. He has brought such a shame to the family….blah blah blah….”

After almost an hour’s tear-shedding drama, Ammi looks shocked. Atif Bhai had said,

“Ammi, please forgive me too. I am also married. I am married to a Japanese girl.”

She hands over the phone to Abbu. And Abbu hears,

“We have a boy. Next month, he will be 7 months old.”

After two days of crying and cursing both Atif and Feroz, finally Ammi asks them both to come home with their respective spouses. They agree to reach back with their better halves.


Two days later, Atif reached by early morning flight with his Japanese wife and their son. Ammi liked the Japanese girl because she was humble, but is still not able to accept her. She’s calmed down a bit though. May be the effect of seeing her grandson.


It’s afternoon and everyone’s anxiously waiting for Feroz and his wife.


Ding Dong

The door bell rang and Taanaaz, the younger sister rushes to open the door.

There stands Feroz with a baby girl, who would be a just about a year old, in his arms.

“Ammi, this is Aaliya, my daughter.”

Slowly from behind him emerges another female figure, which apparently looks unusually fat with calories unevenly distributed.

Feroz could make out the anxiety in everyone’s eyes. They were continuously staring at the pot-belly.

“Ammi, that’s Meenakshi and we are expecting twin-boys anytime now.”

Ammi faints.


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda
This weekend your post should begin with, ’5..4..3..2..1…

46 Replies to “5..4..3..2..1…Ding Dong!”

  1. Hahah hilarious post. Could not stop till the end…You have a knack of weaving beautiful stories..Amma miya kaise kar lete ho…Khuda ke liye hume bhi batao…:)

  2. Beautifully written, stunningly beautiful, Rekha. The characters came out alive thanks to your writing. My thought: It is a tragedy that some parents can never accept the wishes of their children and it only boost their egos to give their children unhappiness. Blessed are the soul who take the plunge.
    Cheerz, Rekha

    1. The moment parents have faith in their upbringing and are more accepting of the decisions of their children, life will become much more easier and peaceful for one and all.

    1. Even I didn’t Kalpana ji! Started writing a love story and ended up with this one. But since I thoroughly loved it, thought of not making any amendments to the auto-script that flowed effortlessly. 😀

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