Tired of trudging up and down steep hills, my wife suddenly stopped mid-stride, and mid-hill, and said, “I’m sick of these hills, I need a bazooka!”
I won’t lie and say that I wasn’t shocked beyond words. I tried to counsel her, “Being irritated and frustrated is one thing, my dear, but don’t you think this is a bit too extreme? We’ve just had lunch.”
But she set her feet firmly onto the ground, much like Sugreev’s nephew Angad in front of Ravan, and refused to budge till she got a bazooka.
As the saying goes, ‘Marta kya naa karta(Desperate times call for desperate measures)’, so I quickly started looking around for a bazooka store. But that, as some of you may know, is no easy task. I went up and down many hills, but not a bazooka could I find.
I had almost given up, and was down in the doldrums, when I was suddenly approached by a seagull. “Pssst…”it said,”I know what you are looking for, and I can get it for you. All I need is a glass of porto in return.”
Without thinking, I said, “You can have five, just get me that damned bazooka.”
It gulped down all of them in one go, and then, flew away unsteadily.
I kept waiting for close to an hour in the heat, and then, I set out to look for it. And after what seemed like an eternity I finally found it, perched on a lamppost, holding a bazooka in its beak.
“Woah, what are you doing up there? I need the bazooka for my wife,” I shouted.
He replied, “I’ve changed my mind, I want to have it for myself now. It’s too bloody hot today.”
I begged and pleaded, but when he still wouldn’t list, I dejectedly walked back to Angad… I mean, my wife.
When I told her the entire story, she was furious, but thankfully, at the seagull and not at me. Unlike me, she’s a quick thinker, so she quickly came up with a plan.
A few minutes later, she was standing seductively next to the Achilles heel of all birds , and calling out, “Hey Mr. Seagull, look what I found for you.”
The seagull looked down, and his mouth fell open with shock and awe. It was a huge cart of Gilo’s orange juice and lemon, which seagulls don’t care about at all, but it had a large picture of a gloating Garfield, which gets the goat of every bird across the world.
The bazooka fell out of its beak, and my wife deftly caught it. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why she is looking so happy in this picture with a Nestle Bazooka ice-cream.