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Jack and Jill


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The 6 year-old Jack and 4 year-old Jill had a small, little fight.  Jack felt guilty.  “I’m sorry,” he said hugging his sister very affectionately.

During the unexpected hug Jill’s hand touched Jack’s little penis.  “What’s this thing you’ve got here?”  she asked groping Jack’s groin. 

“That’s the pipe for carrying urine,” said Jack.

“But I don’t have such a pipe,” protested Jill.

“You’re a girly, silly.”

“So what?”

“Stop being stupid.”

Jill went to the kitchen where mum was cooking dinner.  “Why don’t I have a pipe for carrying urine?” she asked.

“You’re not a boy,” said mum.

“So what?” asked Jill.

“Only boys have the pipe...”

“Why should boys have all the fun?” asked Jill.

Mum  looked into the living room.  Pop was sitting there, his legs stretched out on the tea poi and reading Vikram Seth’s Two Lives.  Mum and Pop, both, worked in offices.  Both had to get up early in the morning.  Both had to work their asses out in their respective offices.   But pop had the free time to read novels.  Mum was supposed to continue her work in the kitchen.  Mum had to get up a little earlier... 

The urine pipe does make a lot of difference, thought Mum.  And boys have a lot of fun with it.  Girls should be mum.  

Mum kissed Jill and said, “You’ll understand it in time, darling.”

Later in the night Mum asked Pop, “You don’t love me?”

“I’m tired, darling.”  Pop turned the other way.  Mum pulled the blanket from Pop’s side so that she could at least have a good night’s sleep.


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  1. Mon.EspritNovember 18, 2013 at 10:32 PM

    Brilliant post sir, loved every word.

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  2. UnknownNovember 18, 2013 at 10:49 PM

    sir nyc 1 sir..i think with the boy's pipe ,girls have most of the fun.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 19, 2013 at 6:14 AM

      The thrust of the story goes far beyond that fun, Geetesh.

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  3. drchinmoyhazarikaNovember 18, 2013 at 10:54 PM

    Crude analogy, but loved it anyway.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 19, 2013 at 6:15 AM

      Is life any less crude now, Chinmoy? And that's precisely why you couldn't but love the story!

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  4. SidNovember 18, 2013 at 11:23 PM

    Fascinating! Though I am not too sure how to react to it. I feel maybe that's the whole point.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 19, 2013 at 6:17 AM

      Indeed, Sid. You have become literary-wise, I think.

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  5. Paresh KaleNovember 19, 2013 at 10:18 AM

    Even I dont know how to react ! the first part is bit more elaborative. But ultimately I think its the message that matters :-)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 19, 2013 at 12:02 PM

      The first part only LOOKS elaborate, Paresh. The whole thing is just a mini story, written in the tradition of mini stories.

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  6. UnknownNovember 19, 2013 at 12:29 PM

    Every time I read your posts even if the door bell is ringing I don't get up. I think and feel that this post is straight forward and for once atleast the lady got the blanket and the good nights sleep.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 19, 2013 at 4:48 PM

      Thanks for the compliment, Athena. My stories come from real life even if they look like fables sometimes.

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  7. RatNovember 19, 2013 at 2:32 PM

    interesting :)

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  8. NikhilNovember 19, 2013 at 5:21 PM

    Crisp & thought provoking! :)
    Well put.:)

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  9. jahidNovember 19, 2013 at 6:21 PM

    Situation is changing fast and very soon human beings without any sort of pine will have all the fun :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 19, 2013 at 10:22 PM

      One thing seems quite certain, Jahid: the number of people who are going to have fun will go on decreasing.

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  10. Words KraftNovember 19, 2013 at 9:17 PM

    Reaction to this post would be diverse....The message the post eventually conveys would vary across readers and their individual perceptions....Good work.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 19, 2013 at 10:23 PM

      Yes, Soham, the story is amenable to a number of interpretations. Yet it's not very complex, either.

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  11. Pebble In The Still WatersNovember 19, 2013 at 10:00 PM

    so the crux is pipe has nothing to do with 'fun'

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  12. AnonymousNovember 20, 2013 at 7:00 PM

    Very nicely written !

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  13. Ritesh AgarwalNovember 22, 2013 at 10:54 PM

    I interpret this post as a story with a message....it makes for an absorbing read and also delivers what you wanted to deliver....plus, it's short, which doesn't put much strain on any reader with shorter attention span.....so a job well done i guess

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 23, 2013 at 7:55 PM

      Thank you, Ritesh. This story generated a lot of discussion even outside the blogosphere. I had to answer quite a lot of questions, mostly from youngsters. I'm glad that the story was taken positively. Yes, it does have a message.

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  14. UnknownDecember 1, 2013 at 2:27 AM

    [ Laughs ] I LOVE your personal take on Jack and Jill!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 1, 2013 at 11:10 AM

      Not really personal, Renard. Pop and Mom are as much heroes of nursery rhymes as Jack and Jill :)

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  15. UnknownDecember 3, 2013 at 2:54 PM

    As I too want to have fun, I refuse to cook during weekdays :D :D :D

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 3, 2013 at 8:44 PM

      You are lucky, Pankit, that you can get away with it.

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    2. UnknownDecember 4, 2013 at 9:40 AM

      Believe me, it was not easy. I come from an old-fashioned family, wherein my mom and bro believes that females' first and foremost duty is kitchen. I have fought for it so long and now they have given up on me for that :D

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