Kamalamma and the battle for the seat

What to tell you! The other day we are visiting furniture shop, and we are seeing one big fat chair in living room section and I am asking salesman, what is that anna and he is saying oh maydam, it is recliner chair, very comfortable and perfect for relaxing. The mister is slowly sitting in it and shop attendant is demonstrating all features so proudly as if he has only invented that armchair.

He is pressing one button and the mister’s legs are going up in air, another button his head is going down and he is lying on armchair in full shavasana, one more button and the chair is jumping and dancing around and the mister is also jumping in alarm and saying abbabba, earthquake is happening or what and salesman is laughing and saying no, no, sir, that is chair vibrator for massage purposes. After enjoying five minutes of desi Thai massage, the Mister’s face is looking like he has attained moksha and he is saying, Kamalamma, you should also try this chair and he is pushing me into it and I am feeling like I am falling inside deep and dark well, but after 5 to ten minutes I am also getting benefits of this great chair and I am giving thumbs up for buying it. 

Only one small problem is getting out of this well. I am trying and trying, finally the mister, one salesman and two security guards are pulling me out and I am thinking maybe crane will be better option. By the time I am back on earth, the Mister is already asking the price of recliner and salesman is saying Rs 55,000 only, and I am saying abbabba, this is a throne or what, but the mister is so much impressed he is making deal and salesman is rushing off to prepare bill before this old couple from Kunjibettu is changing their mind.

Like this our royal simhasan is entering into our house and our peace of mind is going out.

What to tell you! From first day itself, we are fighting for the chair. Before removing plastic cover even the mister is sitting in it and not getting up only and I am giving him dirty looks and making breakfast in such angry mood even idlis are becoming hard like stones. When he is getting up for bathroom purposes, I am rushing into the hall and diving inside chair like Michael Phelps is diving inside swimming pool during Olympics and really I am also feeling as if I have won Olympic gold medal. 

Then the mister is doing pradakshina around chair and waiting for me to get up, but Kamalamma is not Kamalamma for nothing, I am too much smart. I am keeping everything near only – my mobile, TV remote, vegetables, one knife and cutting board also. Like this I am spending half the morning in that kursi.

We are both gobbling our lunch so that we can finish before the other and rush to chair. Mostly the mister is winning this 100 metre dash and he is finishing his afternoon nap inside that great chair itself. When he is getting up for his coffee, I am occupying chair for rest of evening. I am even thinking of buying adult diapers to solve susu issues. 

Like this and all is happening in our house for so many days and our house is becoming one big mess because we have no time for anything in our competition for the chair and our fight is becoming so loud and noisy neighbours are complaining and society president is visiting us and saying what is this, all people are laughing at our colony, you two please settle your kursi samasye amicably.

So next morning, the mister and I are holding hands and going to nearby restaurant for breakfast and posting happy family picture on society WhatsApp group. Then we two are holding meeting with important agenda of seat sharing. After discussions, we are coming to consensus that the mister will sit on simhasan on odd days and Kamalamma, on even days! 

Besht sholution no! Abbabba!

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