Crazy God Mother II, Excerpt 2, “the Second Funeral”

“Why everyone died?” Jeremy.

“Well, someday I will be gone as well,” Indira

I just cannot believe that uncle Shrine passed away. I was not invited for the funeral since Indira and I only occasionally talk. Last time she got mad when I was criticizing her being drunk while joking with me on weird stuff.

“What did she say?” Aniram.

“Well you know your mom, just random stuff and weird. But now she is being checked so I basically do not want to know how many people dislike her not really about what she has done,” me.

“So are you going to the funeral?”

“Sure why not.”

Again, the funeral is in Mumbai since uncle Shrine’s last wish is not to have the funeral the same location as God mother.

“Why did you believe she is the love of his life?”

“Because you never can forget who bring you to the world of rich since when there is never lack of attractive people, so as, the elites,” me.

Yes, no one can be different since the time can fix everything.

“Hi, you are here,” Boshi.

“I cannot believe that you arrive this early,” me.

“Where is your partner?”

“Oh, I came with other colleagues.”

Yes, even uncle Shrine is no longer part of the Radiance, he gained respect throughout the years that he put his love to the organization.

It is more about, domestic violence.

One time God Mother at the dinner saying, “oh it is just a scar when Shrine and I were fighting,” and then she pointed at her eyebrow.

I was like 13 years old and I was wondering how she can be so chill and talk about domestic violence so chill and no one seemed shocked a bit.

“So domestic violence is normal,” Aniram.

“I don’t know. It is basically is not but when you look at the person individually, you just don’t feel that severe. Plus, you more believe in the rumor caused the violence not the violence was initiated by anyone,” me.

Indira was in a black suit that day and she looked more serious than God mother’s funeral where she was at.

Only differences, “who comes to talk a bit.”

Before the rule is raising hand and now I just do not care that much.

Plus, I was at the first line.

I walked to the stage and looked at uncle Shrine’s white face.

White face because he is Indian and they put heavy make up on him.

“Dash you cannot do that,” Shrine.

That was the last word from Shrine to me, many years ago.

Yep, someone you do not know how and no matter how many years past, he is there.

“I remember the first time when I met uncle Shrine…”

“Cough Cough” Indira made the sound to get my attention.

There was a stand so I was like why not not to jump into the topic too soon.

I unbuttoned my suit and put both my hand on the stand. I then looked left and right.

“He basically told me that I could be very successful and at that time, I just felt happy. I did not know why. It was like a gift from God. It was like I would just believe that I did not need to do anything while can be very successful. He said something about my look and I was fat while enjoying the snakes every day at school. Later, I learned accounting but never become one since it was so damn hard….”

Then people started laughing.

“What is not hard? Or more hard? To love someone. There is rumor that my mom is still alive and I was like. But we got all the money?!?!” and then I use my smirke smile at Indira.

And then beside her everyone is laugh.

And I was like “wait for it”.

“Oh one time when Indira and I were talking about uncle Shrine, I was like what that feels like? I basically believed that Indira won a war when they were divorced.”

And then the entire room is very very silent suddenly, like the old say, “you can sense a needle dropping on the floor while ignoring it.”

“But life has its evolution. When Indira and I stepped into our adulthood, we just know. It is not really about who has the possession of whom. It is more about, the purpose of life. I again still remember that at god mother’s funeral, uncle Shrine still was bringing up whether he is god mother’s love and then today….”

I paused a bit, and then pretending crying by pulling up the napkin in my suit and then, a G drive dropped.

“I am so sorry I am just a little bit touched.”

Indira was shocked………….

“Uncle Shrine, you win. You are the love of my god mother to the eternity!”

After I picked up the drive, I looked at Indira for a second and to confirm whether she figured that out, I shake the drive a bit to her eyesight.

And then I walked back and then Indira back to the stand.

Yes, the second one basically was a duplicate of the first one. Each employee, each ordinary employee gives their appreciation while they totally forgot it was uncle Shrine’s funeral.

“While at least I told her the truth,” while walking Aniram out since she had somewhere to go and thereafter I back to room chatting with Boshi.

Boshi is a new friend that I made while I was in France. After having experienced countless “bona fide” jobs, I found new friends always bringing you new perspective.

“Why is that?” Indira asked me.

Ok so now Indira and I actually playing a different game. Saying something irrelevant and trying to sense whether we have the sibling unagi to sense the meaning underlying.

“Because someone just believe what happened before happens now.”

“But it never happened to you.”

“It did, remember that rich dude I dated, I saw him at the gym the other day but it was not him.”

“So?”

“It is weird. Basically, he felt proud if someone made me think of him while, it was not him.”

“Where was it?”

“In New York, but that dude looks like someone from Turkey and Pakistan.”

“Ok, let’s talk about your marriage.”

“You wish, since you have the freedom to get divorce but I do not.”

“You wish, since you have the freedom to get divorce but I do not.”

“No, I mean you wish to change to another subject.”

“I didn’t.”

“I am hungry, let me go get something to drink.”

There is new rule that alcohol is not served at uncle Shrine’s funeral since he is a seriously accounting guy.

I went back to Indira’s car and opened the little fridge. I did not find the Tito’s but only Whiskey.

I was like, “why not as long as it is not red.”