Typist Iyer

"You are joining the typewriting course in Andhra Mahila Sabha" said Kesavan Iyer. Kesavan Iyer felt that since his son Rajaram's studies were going nowhere he would equip his son with other vocational skills such as typing. But appa does "mahila" not mean "woman" ?, said a proud Rajaram.  He was after all a second class in pratmik and was sure his father would be proud of him for having caught this fact. He found the idea of having to join a woman's institute funny and thought his father would join in on what he thought was a good joke by his otherwise poker faced father.

Kesavan Iyer was an income tax inspector. He was pretty sure his son would never pay any income tax not because he felt his son was into any black money hoarding or anything but purely because one needed some form of income to pay income tax. He had unwavering faith in his son's abilities.

"I'll ask the principal to make an exception", Kesavan iyer fumed. Rajaram was devastated. His friends would ostracize him if they found out that he had joined an all woman's vocational training institute. On the first day of class he decided to bunk and go to the nearby Nageswara Rao park. This place was a haven for lovers. Love letters were littered all around the park. Rajaram picked up one of the letters and an idea struck him.

Rajaram went back home with a lot of zeal. His father was a little puzzled and did not expect to see a cheerful rajaram. The wizened old man that he was smelt something fishy. When Rajaram had gone to play, he pried into his son's bag. Inside he found a stack of love letters all addressed to Rajaram from different women.

When Rajaram came back his father was boiling. He showed Rajaram the stack of letters and demanded an answer. Rajaram hid a smile but acted as if he was ashamed. He said he could not help it as he was the only boy in the whole class. "You no longer have to go!" yelled Kesavan Iyer. Rajaram was thrilled and went to his room with a sullen face. I deserve an Oscar, he thought. Kesavan iyer had recognized his sons handwriting and horrendous grammar on all the letters but decided to let his son have the Oscar for being creative for once.

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One Response to “Typist Iyer”

  1. dumhentee Says:

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