We’re driving along after school one day, and a nice desi song plays on the CD player. My son starts to hum along with it, offending his sister who would rather listen to the original. After several attempts to quiten him down, she finally hits upon a novel idea. Here is how it goes :
She : Do you want to be a part of my club ?
He : Which club ?
She : Its called MSBKQ.
Mom (that’s me) : What does that mean ?
She : First you have to tell me whether you’re in or not.
Mom : I’m not. Not if I don’t know what it is.
He : I agree with Mom. I’m not in either.
And while I drive along placidly, I can see him in the rear view mirror seething with curiosity. Finally :
He : OK – I’m in. Now what is it ?
She : It is “Make Stupid Brother Keep Quiet”
He : MOM ! She called me Stupid.
Mom : Hey ! You can’t call him stupid.
He : She’s mean !
Mom : OK, OK, why don’t we make it MSSKQ – Make Silly Sibling Keep Quiet ? Then, she’s silly too.
He nods. And she, now relenting, agrees.
She : So now since you’re a part of the club, you have to be quiet.
I agree. Silence reigns. He, outfoxed, doesn’t know it. I see her smile.
After a while :
Mom : Want to be a part of my club ? It’s called BC.
He : I’m in. It’s Be Cool, isn’t it ?
Mom : Yes, unless you’re Ekta Kapoor – then it’s BK – Be Kkkkkool !
She : Who’s Ekta Kapoor ? And why does she talk funny ?
