Rolling his R’s

So finally got to meet Rads who was on a flying (literally) visit to Bangalore. It is indeed true that a persons writing says a lot about that person. Rads is every bit as her blog is..bubbly, cheerful.

She then wrote about her visit and mentioned in passing that she was “accused” of rolling her “R’s”. That triggered a memory…

SP was a family friend. He had returned from the USA and was teaching at one of the premier institutes in Bangalore. He was a big man with a quiet baritone voice and a drawl that came out of living in the USA for a long time.

So once mum’s college invites SP to speak at a student seminar.

Mum comes back home after the seminar and walks into the living room where dad and I are watching TV and reading (only one channel at that time).

“So how was SP’s talk today?” I ask …without looking up.

“Well…it was nice” mom says ..”but he rolls his R’s”.

“Rolls his Arse?”..I ask..both dad and I are imagining SP on the podium, the big man, undulating his behind while talking…that made this more interesting than watching Doordarshan.

“Thats pretty strange” says dad in all earnestness.. “SP is a serious type of fellow..maybe he does it because he wants to hold the audience’s attention”

“Ya ya maybe” mom says..”but its quite pronounced”

Now it gets even more interesting..dad and I are imagining SP doing a Helen on stage…

“Didnt anyone ask him to stop shaking his behind?” asked dad.

“What do you mean?” asks mom realizing that somethings amiss..

“Well.. he just can’t shake his arse in public can he?”

“Noooo Noooo… he rolls his R’s as in the letter R not his Arse”

“Aaaah…” we said…losing interest in the story and going back to watching Doordarshan on TV.

“Perverts…” mom says…