the night jayanth (and me and appacha) all lost our rocker

the prayer meeting by itself was a foreign prospect, i should have been wary of smooth sailing at the start. but which of us is that wise? we went, father's tension rising like mercury in a hot tub. then we were at the prayer which went on and on and jayanth got hungry.i ask the hostess if i can give him something to eat off the well laid table that i too contributed to, and she says wait. for what? the priest she mumbles. the priest? i mumble back. oh and spoons, she mumbles again. so i, overcome by my sons hunger and a little confused/irked, give him a cutlet. i think she did not like that move. but, who will deny a 4 year old his meal for the sake of blessed propriety? the priest is 70+ for all you know and is a good man who would not care if jayanth ate before him. so why her fuss?

and then, J began tumbling, running from wall to wall. i was ready to pop. then he opens the deck door and joins the old men and the priest himself, at their table? i can see these mallu octogenarians furrow their brows and peer at him. god knows what he said to them. i mean really, the way my dabbu goes on sometimes, only god can know what he means. but to save their AC bill, which BTW they did not turn on until a grand old lady began fanning herself, they started getting after J to close the Deck door. he kept forgetting, or did not understand, or did not care, being a preschooler. i saw the host beginning to frown. then father began to get upset. i could see the anxiety build. then my little rivkah began to get upset. and to top it all, jayanth started performing for a crowd of women who were laughing so much he thought it was cool to hop onto the hostess' sofa. that was it. with father literally smoking through his ears and a son who looked like he had drunk two Red Bulls, i was ready to scream and run. Fleeee the AC saving, priest fawning, close mouthed Gorges. FLeeee. but society (a minor detail)....sigh! gracefully i packed up and left the scene, smiling goodbyes, my only solace, a hug from the grand old lady and the thought that i was on my way home.

whoa what a day. but dad apologized (upon whcih i did too), i gave J a very hard time (part deserved, part not at all) and rivkah cried and cried. so i prepared my sunday school lesson over a glass of wine that did little for me except in a symbolic manner.
whew~~~!!!

my crazy family, where would i be without you? WHO would i be?