chachaji milked mom(collected from net)

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Chacha-ji: Are Beti... then only he will continue to have interest in you and will not look at outside females... samajh rahi ho na mai kya bolna chahta hoon!

Me: Wo to mai samajh gayi Chacha-ji.... par... par... mera matlab kaise?

I myself paved the way for the elderly man to make inroads into my privacy!

Chacha-ji: Apne roop se! Apne shringaar se! Apne paridhan se! Aur kya? Har jagah thodi thodi tabdili karti raho... jaise tum abhi sari apni navi ke neeche pehen rahi ho... just like that!

I could sense what Chacha-ji was trying to indicate but was unable to conclude what more I could do!

Me: Aap hi mujhe help kijiye... mere to samajh me nehi aa raha hai ke mai aur kya kar sakti hoon?

Chacha-ji: Bahut kuch kar sakti hoo Beti... bahut kuch! You are a bomb baby!

This was the first time Chacha-ji called me “baby” and I realized that he could call me like that as our relation was getting more and more open. I obviously did not like the way he called me “baby” and I indeed felt like cheap woman. I had to object.

Me: Chacha-ji... err... mera matlab... mujhe aise sambodhit mat kijiye!

Chacha-ji: Kaise?

Me: Wohi jo aap abhi bola?

Chahca-ji: Bomb? Par Beti... you should feel proud that even after having two sons you have such a nice, tight and attractive figure!

Me: Nehi nehi.,. wo nehi...

Chacha-ji: Fir? You did not like me calling you ‘baby’?

Me: Ji Chacha-ji... mujhe... mera matlab... bahut cheap feel hua!

Chacha-ji: Are Beti... ye sach hai ke mard-log aiyashi ke time me ladkiyo ko ‘baby’ bolke pukarte hai... par maine to... mera matlab... maine to uss hisab se tumhe nehi bulaya Beti... umm... firbhi agar tumhe bura laga... I am sorry Beti...

Chacha-ji’s words were so believable and influential that my anger/irritation evaporated immediately!

Me: Nehi nehi... are... sorry mat boliye Chacha-ji... aap mujhse itne bade hai... mujhe kharab lagega... actually wo word se mujhe...

Chacha-ji: Mai... mai samajh sakta hoon Beti! Mai dhyan rakhungi....

Me: Okay Chacha-ji... mere khayal ke Ram aane se pehle aap mujhe bata dijiye aage mujhe kya karna hai...

Chacha-ji: Thik... thik! Jo mai tab kehne ja raha tha Beti... Ram aur durse mard mei ek buniyadi fark hai jo tumhe yaad rakhna padega... Ram ek sadya-jawan ladka hai aur usse tum asani se halki si sharir pradarshan karke lubha sakti ho... jisme tumhe koi jokhim nehi uthana padhega...

Me: Ji Chacha-ji... mai samajh sakti hoon... jokhim ka jo baat aap bol rahe hain!

Chacha-ji: Exactly... kiyu ki Ram sadya-jawan hai... uske liye tumhari thodi si sharir pradarshan bahut hai... aur wo usme utsahit rahega aur gandi kitabe nehi padhega... par dusre mard to waise nehi honge naa... unke samne tum sharir pradarshan karogi to woh to tumhe all-time choddne ki mauke dhundega! Hai na?

Me (naturally feeling shy): Ji...

Chacha-ji: Iss liye tum bejhijak apni jawani ka istemal karo apne jawan bête ko apne control mei rakhne ke liye... kabhi ye mat sochna ke kuch galat ho sakta hai... ke Ram tumhe choddne ki kosish karega... Ram ka sanskar waisa nehi hai!

Me: Chi chi... aisi baat to mai sapne me bhi soch nehi sakti!

Chacha-ji: Exactly... Ram waisa ladka hai hi nehi! Par usse sahi roop se jawani ka path padhane ka dawitwo to hai apne upar?

Me: Ji...

Chacha-ji: Uss disha mei tumhari pehli kadam hogi... tumhari adhunikta!

Me: Apka matlab hai... paridhan ki adhunikta?

Chacha-ji: Exactly Beti! Ye jo tum hameisha ghar mei conservative kapde pehenti ho uss mei badlaw lana padhega... and you have yourself seen that one small alteration worked so nicely on your son!

Me (nodding): Ji... wo to mai maanti hoon!