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Most writers have to travel far and wide for inspiration... they go to picturesque towns, foreign locations, lock themselves in their rooms till the creative juices flow...but your truly just has to wake up in the morning and there is enough material to fill blogosphere. The scrapes and incidents that seem to plague my kith and kin make for some humorous blogging. Take for instance the latest incident I am about to narrate. I was feeling uneasy all day today so I left work early to rest for a bit. However, it seems like fate was busy scheming against me as what I did when I got home was far for rest, but to be honest it was therapeutic. Nothing lifts the spirits more than a chance to be able to catch a lying thief and be able to pin them down while they squirm!!!

My sister arrived from work laden with some clothes that she had given to the tailor for alteration. Thing is my sister has a penchant for churidars and this tailor has stitched then so tight that she was having difficulty in wearing it, so she asked him to loose it a bit around the ankles. Two of the pieces were altered per her wish but the third one was a bit of a mess. Instead of loosening it he has further tightened it and to make matters worse they stitched on another piece of cloth to make up for the error in original cutting process. All in all it looked like a churidar that a indianised Charlie Chaplin would wear. My sister was livid and insisted I go along with her for moral support in her crusade against the errant tailor. We arrived at the tailors and from here on I will try to reproduce the conversation that we had with the tailor (T)/ Assistant Tailor (AT)/ Salesgirl (S)(Since this is a family space I refuse to type the name normally attributed to the female canine, but that is what she is, period).

S: Arre, aap wapas aage, nahi fit ho raha hai kya , abhi bhi ?
My sister (MS) : Haan, yeh kya kiya aap logon ne, loose karneke jagah pe tight kar dala... pair andar jaata hi nahi hai..
S (smirking): Arre, madam, hum ne jitna ho saka kiya, Arre, AT, jara dekho toh, kya hua hai idhar.(then looking at my sister) "Madam aap hai na thoda diet karo".
AT: Haan madam, jitna kapda tha sab khatam ho gaya aur hum ne apne taraf se aur kapda daalkar loose kiya issko (charlie chaplin style).
MS: Ek toh, cutting karte waqt chota kaata aapne, upar se loose karne ke paise alag liye, yeh sab karne ke baat aap mujhe diet karne ki salah de rahe hai ??, Aise hai toh main aage se aapke paas kyon aaon, aur main aapke madam ko bhi complain karungi. Main ussko phone karke bataungi.
S (trying to make amends): Arre madam, aap toh burra, maan gaye, main toh mazak kar rahi thi, aap baitho, AT, zarra dekh agar kuch ho sakta hai toh.
AT(trucelently): Kuch nahi ho sakta, phir bhi try karta hoon.
We sit down on a couple of chairs that are placed behind ATs work station. After a while I who had been a mute spectator so long, happen to glance at the stuff kept under AT's sewing machine...and what do I find there, he has stitched a cute little BAG out of the cloth left over from my SISTER's DRESS MATERIAL!!!
I pointed it out to my sister and as they in the mystery books ...THEN IT HAPPENNED... my normally long suffering sister practically erupted from her seat and landed at AT's sewing machine.
MS (screaming and pointing at the BAG): Yeh, kya hai, tumne mere dress material ke bag banaya !!!!
AT (whimpering, looking at S): Woh... Kya... Nahi...
S (fear writ large on her face): Mujhe, kuch nahi pata, main nayi hoon yahan pe, mere aane se phele hua hoga yeh...
MS (pointedly addressing S): Yeh, kapda maine aapko hi diya tha, mera kapda ka BAG banake aap mujhe DIET karneko bol rahi thi aap, upar se "alteration" ke paise bhi liye mujhse...abhi tu ruk (this last sentence was said rather ominously, even I was taken aback, my sister is normally a Gandhian and avoids confrontation)!!!!
Then my sister pulled out her mobile phone and jabbed in the tailoring shop owner's (B) number.
MS (on the phone): Is this B ??...Hi this is D, Yeah, I want to talk to you about the clothes that I have given for alteration. Not only has your tailor messed my churidar, by cutting it short, your salesgirl tells me to go on a diet so that I can fit in to the clothes and to top it all off I find that the material left over after making the churidar has been utilised to make a BAG. Do you think this is right??
B (shocked): Did the girl at the counter tell you this ?
MS: Yes.
B: I will look into the matter, unfortunately I cannot come in today, but we can take it offline tomorrow.
MS (calming down considerably): OK.

After this we left the shop in a kind of stupor, the chudidar and bag(main evidence of the crime) in tow. It was only a few minutes later we realised how funny the whole incident was and burst in to peals of laughter. My sister went on to say that we should have ransacked the shop, god alone know what else we might find that has been made from the dress materials she had given over the years..wallets, belts!!!