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The Kumar Chronicles: Back to the Madness
Chapter 20: The Post-Vacation Blues
Returning from a vacation is always tough, but for the Kumars, it was an absolute disaster.
First, Ramesh had to deal with his office backlog. He proudly sat at his desk, coffee in hand, only to realize that his inbox had over 500 unread emails.
“This is why I didn’t want to come back,” he groaned.
Meanwhile, Sunita found their fridge completely empty, leading to a last-minute grocery run where she forgot half the things on the list.
Dadi, on the other hand, spent the first morning back complaining to the neighbors about how "people in Shimla don’t know how to make proper chai."
Aman was still pretending he was in Shimla. He wore his woolen monkey cap around the house despite the 30-degree heat.
“Take that off before you melt,” Riya said, rolling her eyes.
“But I’m in vacation mode!” Aman protested.
“The vacation is over. Deal with it.”
Riya had her own problems—her snowball fight reel had gone viral. While she was initially thrilled, things got weird when strangers started messaging:
“Are you the Snowball Queen?”
“Can you hit me with a snowball too?”
“Can I get a personalized snowball fight?”
“This is getting creepy,” she muttered, hastily turning off notifications.
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Chapter 21: The Surprise Guests
Just as the family started settling back into routine, an unexpected phone call shook things up.
“Beta,” came the voice of Sunita’s elder cousin, Vimla Bua. “We’re coming to visit!”
“Oh… that’s great,” Sunita said, trying to hide her horror.
Vimla Bua was known for her extremely long visits. She never stayed for a weekend—she stayed for weeks. And she wasn’t coming alone.
“She’s bringing her husband, their two kids, and her parrot,” Sunita announced after the call.
“A parrot?” Ramesh frowned. “Since when do they have a parrot?”
“Since she saw a YouTube video on ‘bonding with nature,’” Sunita sighed.
The house turned into a battlefield of preparations. Riya moved her makeup collection to make space in the guest room. Aman ran around the house hiding his secret snack stash. Dadi just sat back, sipping tea.
“They’ll leave when they get bored,” she said wisely.
“They never get bored!” Sunita snapped.
When the guests finally arrived, Vimla Bua entered dramatically. “Ahh, Rajnagar! So peaceful! So clean! So… in need of better furniture!”
“Welcome, Bua,” Ramesh said through gritted teeth.
Her kids immediately started causing havoc—one accidentally knocked over Riya’s ring light, and the other started chasing Golu.
The parrot, meanwhile, made itself at home by landing on Aman’s head.
“Is this thing safe?” he asked nervously.
“Of course! He just bites a little,” Bua said cheerfully.
And just like that, the Kumar household plunged into a new level of madness.
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Chapter 22: Parrot Problems
The parrot, named Badshah, became the biggest nuisance of all.
It learned words alarmingly fast, which was a problem because the Kumar family wasn’t exactly known for being polite.
One morning, Dadi sneezed loudly, and the parrot instantly copied her.
“ACHOO!” it screamed every 10 minutes.
Later, when Ramesh yelled at Aman for spilling juice, the parrot copied his voice perfectly.
“AMAN, WHY CAN’T YOU BE NORMAL?” it squawked.
“That’s not funny,” Ramesh glared.
“It’s hilarious,” Riya laughed, recording a video.
By the third day, the parrot had memorized Dadi’s signature insult:
“Buddhu ho tum!” (You’re a fool!)
Now, every time someone entered the room, the parrot greeted them with “Buddhu ho tum!”
Even Vimla Bua looked horrified. “Badshah! Stop being rude!”
The parrot tilted its head. “Buddhu ho tum!”
Dadi smirked. “I like this bird now.”
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Chapter 23: Escape Plan
After a week of nonstop chaos, the Kumars had had enough.
“We need to get rid of them,” Ramesh whispered during a secret family meeting.
“They’re our guests,” Sunita sighed. “We can’t just kick them out.”
“Can we pretend the house has termites?” Aman suggested.
“Or ghosts?” Riya added.
“That won’t work,” Dadi said. “We need a smarter plan.”
The next morning, Ramesh came up with an idea. He pretended to get a phone call from his boss.
“Oh no, sir! An emergency business trip? Immediately? But of course!”
He hung up dramatically. “Sunita, I need to leave for a work trip tomorrow. It’s urgent.”
Sunita caught on. “Oh dear! And I have to visit my cousin in Delhi. We’ll have to close the house.”
Vimla Bua frowned. “You’re both leaving?”
“Yes, yes, such bad timing,” Ramesh said.
“I suppose we should go too,” Bua finally said.
The family breathed a sigh of relief—until they realized something.
“What about the parrot?” Riya whispered.
“I… forgot to mention that Badshah doesn’t travel well,” Bua said. “So, we’ll have to leave him here for a few weeks.”
Dadi looked at the bird. The bird looked at her.
“Buddhu ho tum,” it squawked.
Dadi sighed. “We’re doomed.”
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Chapter 24: The Parrot Takeover
Now stuck with Badshah, the family tried to adjust.
Every morning, it woke them up by screaming. Every afternoon, it repeated every fight they had.
“Why do I feel like we’ve adopted a feathered CCTV?” Ramesh muttered.
One evening, Dadi and Sunita were watching TV when the parrot started making weird noises.
“Is it okay?” Sunita asked.
Dadi squinted. “No… wait… I think it’s mimicking the background music.”
To their shock, the parrot had learned how to sing along with dramatic soap opera songs.
“AHHH AAAAAH OHHHHH,” it crooned, perfectly matching the TV.
Aman doubled over laughing. “We have the world’s first Bollywood parrot!”
Riya pulled out her phone. “This is going on Instagram.”
And just like that, Badshah became a star. Within days, Riya’s videos of him singing sad Bollywood songs went viral. People started requesting live performances.
By the time Vimla Bua returned, the parrot was more famous than any of them.
“Badshah has fans now?” she gasped.
Dadi nodded proudly. “He’s our biggest celebrity.”
The parrot flapped its wings. “Buddhu ho tum!”
Ramesh sighed. “I give up.”
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Epilogue: The Kumar Chaos Never Ends
Even after Bua left, life in the Kumar house remained just as unpredictable.
Between viral parrots, weird guests, and chaotic vacations, one thing was clear: peace was never an option.
As Dadi sipped her chai one evening, she looked around at her noisy, crazy family and smiled.
“This house is a madhouse,” she said.
“But it’s our madhouse,” Sunita added.
And with that, the Kumars continued being the most wonderfully chaotic family in Rajnagar—one adventure at a time.
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