Ramit Shah was a local right wing party’s ward incharge. That loosely translates to he was the most right wing man that JanGhan Party could find from the whole 10 home long lane of Aseet Nagar of the town. And another reason for choosing Ramit was his collection of two khadi kurtas and his tea shop of-course. It was like the party headquarter of most parties just different because it was quite openly a commercial shop rather than covertly.
One fine evening the issue of Parminder’s wife who had left his husband’s home just because he hit her with a beer bottle on the head just because she won’t bring the ice after calling her for it Twice!!!. What kind of a sanskaari wife does that ? Kalyug is here said Narendra. Evil ladies are being born more and more. Not respecting the husband and living far away from a fun loving, 16 peg capacity husband has become fashion said Kaajnath. Aditya sipping on his 4th glass of free Tea fumed,” Something has to be done, someone has to teach old manners to these new breeds”
The leaders of the community like you have to take some steps Ramit ji, suggested Sambit. You are the most literate of all us about scripture of our religion. Ramit was listening intently and was nodding attentively. He promised everyone that he will think about topic and also discuss it with khodi ji whenever he meets him next. After closing the shop he went home. But on the way and after entering home too he kept thinking about the topic of discussion. His wife came and gave him a glass of water after which she gave him Tea and told him that she was going to the bathroom for a bath. Ramit was still distracted by his thought process imploring his soul for answers.
He hadn’t heard his wife about whereshe was going. He was now deep in thought trying to relate his current predicament with any event in the scripture. His thought chain was broken when he remembered that he had called his wife for Biscuits at-least Twice in the last 10 minutes but she had not bothered. This time he shouted on top of his voice for her. She came out alarmed and asked what had happened. He scolded her that he was shouting like a madman for so long and she had not given him the biscuits. While saying all this he also noted a bottle of a western brand shampoo in her hands. That was the last straw and his anger went through the roof and the Tea cup he was holding went through his wife’s head.
The next day while narrating the story of how he taught his wife a lesson he was feeling like a Price and saviour of culture for his disciples and comrades and also like a Dhobi (washerman) while secretly applying heat to the area where his wife returned the favour with a washerman’s bat. Quite a Tea party was that. 😃😀
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