A day in my uncle's house.

Note : Details are 65.6% accurate, 34.4% fictitious.

On Sunday I went along with my parents and my sis to visit my aunt and uncle; and greet their son (i.e., my cousin) who had returned to Chennai after a glorious stay in the United Kingdom. We reached their house after an agonizingly long car ride.

Blah, blah, we met our relatives, *happiness in the air*, we exchanged pleasantries... There was the usual leg pulling,,,,

Once we went through all those formalities, we scattered to our favoured positions.

Drawing Room Discussion
My uncle and father began to debate at great length the different aspects of history, politics, socialism, the pros and cons of the Internet, and of course, their all time favourite : the insolence of the younger generation.
(Yawn.)
My aunt joined in now and then to put forward her theories.

The Sleepy People
My mother, presumably exhausted by the car ride decided to take a nap. Another cousin (the UK-Guy's Sister, or UKGS, as she shall be called henceforth) also took part in this activity with undying enthusiasm.

I'm on the comp, as usual.
I was using the net, searching for new blog skins. I found some, but wasn't able to apply any of them.
Error, flashed a message. The template could not be applied because the code was absolute garbled nonsense. If you're any better than the genius who did the coding, you'd alter it.
Or something like that.
I clicked a few random buttons in frustration. The result : my blog lay wounded and brutally deformed for a day and a half. Most of the stuff was missing. I could set things right only yesterday because UKGS pushed me away from the comp to complete an essay on psychology.

A piece of advice : If you're ever pushed to such incomprehensible levels of boredom that you decide to play a game known as Mafia Wars on Facebook, follow the random clicking method. It works wonders. I did so, and I received a message that looked like, You have been promoted to Level Two for your outstanding attack skills and have been awarded the Napoleon badge for courage. You also get 10 points, an energy pack, a few dozen sabre-toothed tigers and a salt cellar for your wonderful selection of random buttons to hit.
The game doesn't make any sense, I'm afraid. I'm clueless as to how to play by the rules. If there is a way to do so, that is.


And what's my sis up to again?
I noticed that my sister's voice was nowhere to be heard. This was not a good sign. She was either up to no good or surreptitiously planning how to be up to no good.
I turned around. My jaw dropped when I saw my sister write something on a piece of paper with a look of divine innocence. She turned her head to look at me. The look of innocence evaporated in a matter of seconds.
“What do foxes kill?” she asked.
“Kill, as in... To eat?”
“No, kill for eating.”
“Er... Rabbits, I think,” said I.
My sister hopped off her chair, singing what is to the best of my knowledge a song of her own composition. Very original and powerful lyrics.
“Raaabbit, Raaaabbit... Rabbitttttt, Raabeeeett.”
She woke up UKGS and began to speak. The conversation that followed was something like this -
Sis : What do foxes kill? To eat?
UKGS : Umm... Cats?
Me : Cats?!
Sis : Mouse?
Me : Rabbits.
Sis : Mouse, then.
Me : Rabbits!
Sis : Cat?
UKGS : Cat.
Me : CAT?!
UKGS : Cat.
Sis : Yes, cat.

She jotted it down. She then spotted UKGS's iTouch and decided to dispose of the sheet of paper.

Drawing Room Discussion : Part 2
The discussion began to move to its climax with lengthy lectures on marmite (bleh!), marmalade and other such items.

The Sleepy People : Part 2
Snore, snore.

...And my sister went barking mad.
I heard strange noises coming from the balcony. I went there and found my sister barking. At whom? Well, no one particular. Or so I thought at that point of time.
Roof! Roof! Arroof!
Me : Which dog you barking at?
Sis (giving me a look of exasperation) : I'm not barking at a dog!
Me : ?!
My sister pointed at a crow perched on a branch of a nearby tree.
Roof! Roofroof! Arrrroof!
Me : ?!
Sis : Join me in the barking.
Me : Er... No thanks.
I received sharp kick on my left leg.
“Roof,” I tried. Not very convincing.
Sis : You're no good! Go away!
I turned around and walked away, quite perplexed.
Behind me my sister continued barking : Roofroof! Arrrooof! Rooooof!
And then, “Come back, crow! Waaah!”

Drawing Room Discussion : Climax
The participants broke up for lunch.

Lunch
Scrumptious!
Interesting observation : When my mother served my cranky sister a spoon of raitha, the UK-guy jumped off his chair and made a leap for the nearest exit. I wasn't surprised. I was aware of the fact that he suffered from curdophobia. :P

Post lunch
My cousin gave me a Chelsea jersey he got from UK!! Don't care about other stuff! :D

Post post lunch
I choked on an M&M. We left.