We were all surprised when Pappettan got up to leave in a hurry earlier than his usual time to say goodbye. So naturally, we were all curious.
One of us: *disappointed* Why? Pappettan? It is very early. Why don't you sit down for more time?
Pappettan: *apologetically* Sorry guys. I gotta go now for an appointment.
One of us: *teasing* Oh! So you have a date?
Pappettan: *in cool composure* No, I have a class. I don't want to be late for it.
All of us: *excitedly* Class? Wow! Are you teaching?
Pappettan: *calm demeanor* No, I am not teaching. I am going to learn karate.
One of us: *quizzically* karate?
Pappettan: *smiling* My nephew is learning Karate. I have signed up for the classes with him.
This disclosure met with what is equivalent to a standing ovation in a constricted space. Sensing there was something more behind the encourage-by-participation route taken by Pappettan, I excused myself, disengaged from the current group and caught up with Pappettan, who was now on his way to karate lessons. Pappettan was expecting me. That guy, I say, can predict future.
Pappettan: *questions with a smile* What now?
Me: *confused* You are encouraging your nephew. This part is fine. But signing up for classes. Is it not too much?
Pappettan: *dispenses wisdom behind his choice* My nephew is going to learn new moves. Where is he going to practice his new moves?
Me: *unsure where this is leading to*
Pappettan: *explains like he would explain to a kid* He is going to practice his new moves on me. If I don't learn karate with him, how will I learn to defend to save me from the bodily harm and pain?