Mathew was running and jumping in ecstasy.Finally his second standard annual exams were over.He had two months of fun and frolic stretched before him.
"How was your Malayalam exam?"I asked.
"Eeeeasy"!!!I'll get a hundred".He answered,handing me the question paper.
At that time,he always gave a mark for answer when asked how his exam was.
As usual,I began the routine question paper discussion that we always had on our walk back home.
There were not more than fifteen questions.Even before I'm finished with the question he would say the answer.
We finally reached the last question,
'randu pazhanchollukal ezhuthuka' I read the question and gave him back the question paper.
I was startled hearing the answer Mathew gave me.I repeated the question,may be he had heard the question wrongly.Nope,the same answer again.All of a sudden, it clicked me,the logic behind his answer and believe me,I had the laugh of a lifetime.
"CHAKKAPAZHAM,ETHAPAZHAM"
Of course,what else could be a pazhanchollu for a six year old kid.
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This happens with my brother as well.
Its always nice to be guffawing at your brother for the mistakes they make, because they do the same to us lol :D.
LOL!! i have been reading a few of your posts..its a pleasure reading through it...it feels like going back to childhood with many of the posts esp. the barber shop story..
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