parasites

“Lice “ announced my brother “can never leave the host. No matter how much blood they suck they still come back for more.”
I knew he was speaking figuratively. We were both fascinated by the antics of an aunt who seemed to have made this a way of life!
She was a beautiful and brilliant teenager topping the class in academic and sports. “I want to be a doctor” she announced. “
“I don’t think I can afford to send you to medical college” said her father, “you had better do engineering.” She hated her father from that day on.
Engineering college was a breeze. She spend very little time in academics, but a great deal at the bus stop. The naval academy was near by, and the sailors were really handsome. Starched white shorts and bulging crotches. What more could a girl ask for?
He noticed the girl with the long plaited hair and almond eyes (some thought they protruded too far out from her face ) her rose bud mouth(some thought it was pursed like that of a harridan) but those were just people who were bitterly jealous. He took to hanging around the bus stop too.
After a couple of weeks they started to smile at each other and then made tentative small talk. To their surprise, they were from the same village! Things progressed rapidly after that. He held her breasts (rather small and pointed) , she held his crotch, and then they both left in a bus for the next town.
“Lets get married” she said, ”come and ask my father.”
“I still have to complete my naval commission.”
“Otherwise?” she asked pursing her lips and rubbing her self against him.
He started to breathe rapidly. He no longer cared about the navy or anything else.
“I can quit” he said, “ but how will we live?”
“My father “ she said with an arrogant toss of her head “will give a huge dowry. We can live on that.”
Served the old bastard right. He was a doctor and had refused to make her one.
The old man was horrified when confronted with the two of them. For one thing, no one in his family had ever done anything like this. For another he really felt that the sailor had shifty eyes. He did not have as much money as everyone thought he had. There was the house to run and a family of four to feed and educate.
“25 lakhs “ announced the sailor,”I will not marry her for a penny less.
She stood behind him and smirked some more.
“I can’t give you that much.”
“Then I have to show everyone these photographs”.
The father balked when he saw the photographs. She was spread eagled naked in a hotel room. He did not even want to imagine what was in the photos below. He sold an estate he had purchased for his old age and handed over the money. She discontinued her engineering studies.
At first they played house living on the interest from the bank. After the first child came unexpected expenses ate into the capital. Expenses mounted and income fell They started to quarrel. He started to drink. Deprived of physical exercise, he proceeded to pound and box her regularly.
“Perhaps this will stop if I have another child” she thought to herself. She promptly became pregnant again. Nothing stopped the abuse. The child, (a pretty little girl) was born with a slightly bent nose. One of the father’s blows had hit the nose perhaps?
She had to take a job. With her incomplete education this was next to impossible. Her English was good, so she became a secretary. They pay was barely enough to provide for herself and her children. Finally her husband had a heart attack and died.
“It is all” she repeatedly told her father “your fault.”
The father finally died a broken man, but not before he willed away his fortune to his son saying, “its all yours my boy, I have given your sister more than her due!”
She desperately needed more money. Her son just shifted from one job to another. The daughters had both eloped. Neither wanted to speak to her. The elder one was furious after she found her having an affair with a college student. The younger was lost in a world of bulimia. Both did not seem to understand that women had needs spoken and otherwise.
Her cousin returned from Kuwait with what seemed like a fortune. He came to India looking for business opportunities.
“I will help you look.” She said, “my son and I have a lot of contacts.”
They bled him dry. Whenever he thought of extricating himself from this mess, her pursed lips and pointy breasts transported him to a point of no return.
One day his wife turned up. “I have had no news of you. You did not end me money.” There was very little money to send. One look at the rumpled double bed and the wife knew what was going on. “You will hear from my father .” She slammed the door as she left.

The cousin looked around. “What have I done?” He exclaimed. It was not just her father he was afraid of. She had a couple of thugs as maternal uncles. They would not rest till they had slit his throat.
“Nothing really,” said the aunt, “she is a money grubbing woman. She would sell you for money.”
It did not seem very likely as she was his wife and she did have some right to his money.
“Any way, my son needs a car . He can’t travel on a motor bike.”
He paid for the car. His bank balance was down to the minimum. After the car was delivered he went into the room and hung himself.
The Japanese were right death was preferable to dishonour.
Once the legal formalities were over, she discovered that she did not really miss him. It was time she moved on