sunday times
" can i not read my paper in peace ?! "
i've almost started to sound like my dad these days , only that he would never say it aloud , he'll jus think so in his head .
my dad's not in town . to be honest with , i really dont miss him . i dont think 21 yr old boys miss their dads when they are not home . i mean we love them and everything , but we dont miss them .
my dad is this ultra calm fun-loving yet quite guy , who would have cumulatively spoken not more than 700 words in his whole life . 23 of those 400 to me .
if i'd to ever paint a picture of my dad , it would be him sitting on the sofa , and reading his paper with full conentarion , for hours together on sundyas . hail , storm , hurricane , earthquake ... come what may , our man would just sit there , with a non chalant look , reading his newspaper .
today's events remind me of him ....
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so i wake up at seven today . make a visit to the loo . refresh the registers in my head . get back to the world . decidet to defer jogging for jus one more day . (oh come on man , it's sunday ) . sit on the " big boy" club-sofa , one leg on the other , fixing the glasses on the nose , slowly sipping coffee from the mug , flap the newspaper open and read ( or pretend to ) about the situation in ireland with a very concerned look !! ( u kidding me , i was readin calvin and hobbes , and did u check out that chick in that asma ad ? boy is she hawt or wat ? )
<< after turning 21 , i started acting like the man of the house when my dad's not home >>
so i was there pretending to be the king , sitting on his throne , when my mom calls out :
mom : " sandeeeeeep ! can ya go get tomatoes ? i kg , and also get 100 gms malli , 200 gms inji , 274 gms pudina , kal kilo ulli ..... make sure the tomatoes are good .... pick them urself ... u know how to pick rite ? .... and if ya want chicken get a kg of that too "
me : - hmmmmm
" ok jus dont sit there and read that , come back and read , i've work to do , now move it "
- hmmmmm , wait in some time
" i want it now , please get it na , i wud ve called up home delivery , but that guy takes like an hr "
- k , fine . wat do they call tomatoes in tamil ? wat do they call ginger in tamil ? wat do they call pudhina in tamil ? wat do they call onions in tamil ? how much of wat again ? 100 gms of wat ?
<< i got back with 100 gms of tomatoes , 273 gms of onions , 1 kg of pudhina , half kg of ginger . apparently that is not what she had asked me ? tho i clearly remember she said so . anyway i get back to reading about calvin ... i mean about the situation in northern ireland ....
however , my activity was broken atleast 4 times by door bells .
67 seconds into continuos reading and .... >>
" sandeeeeeep ! ok jus help me , na . take these drapes out . i ve to wash it today "
- hmmmmm
" ok i want them now "
- hmmmmm . wait after i finish this .
" read later , jus do this na , pls , i'm getting late "
- alrite . wait dint u like wash this the day before ?
" ya . so ?
- mom , drapes / jeans and humans , should not me cleaned everyday !
" oh my god ! is this what i've taught u for 21 years .......... "
< lecture continues @ 75 dB and 100MHz , for half the lifetime of a bee >
- ok ok ok ok ok ok ok . ya i get it . fine i'll take the drapes out and i WILL take a bath today !!
Can't a guy read his newspaper on a quite sunday morning in PEACE anymore !!
***
i've almost started to sound like my dad these days , only that he would never say it aloud , he'll jus think so in his head .
my dad's not in town . to be honest with , i really dont miss him . i dont think 21 yr old boys miss their dads when they are not home . i mean we love them and everything , but we dont miss them .
my dad is this ultra calm fun-loving yet quite guy , who would have cumulatively spoken not more than 700 words in his whole life . 23 of those 400 to me .
if i'd to ever paint a picture of my dad , it would be him sitting on the sofa , and reading his paper with full conentarion , for hours together on sundyas . hail , storm , hurricane , earthquake ... come what may , our man would just sit there , with a non chalant look , reading his newspaper .
today's events remind me of him ....
----------------
so i wake up at seven today . make a visit to the loo . refresh the registers in my head . get back to the world . decidet to defer jogging for jus one more day . (oh come on man , it's sunday ) . sit on the " big boy" club-sofa , one leg on the other , fixing the glasses on the nose , slowly sipping coffee from the mug , flap the newspaper open and read ( or pretend to ) about the situation in ireland with a very concerned look !! ( u kidding me , i was readin calvin and hobbes , and did u check out that chick in that asma ad ? boy is she hawt or wat ? )
<< after turning 21 , i started acting like the man of the house when my dad's not home >>
so i was there pretending to be the king , sitting on his throne , when my mom calls out :
mom : " sandeeeeeep ! can ya go get tomatoes ? i kg , and also get 100 gms malli , 200 gms inji , 274 gms pudina , kal kilo ulli ..... make sure the tomatoes are good .... pick them urself ... u know how to pick rite ? .... and if ya want chicken get a kg of that too "
me : - hmmmmm
" ok jus dont sit there and read that , come back and read , i've work to do , now move it "
- hmmmmm , wait in some time
" i want it now , please get it na , i wud ve called up home delivery , but that guy takes like an hr "
- k , fine . wat do they call tomatoes in tamil ? wat do they call ginger in tamil ? wat do they call pudhina in tamil ? wat do they call onions in tamil ? how much of wat again ? 100 gms of wat ?
<< i got back with 100 gms of tomatoes , 273 gms of onions , 1 kg of pudhina , half kg of ginger . apparently that is not what she had asked me ? tho i clearly remember she said so . anyway i get back to reading about calvin ... i mean about the situation in northern ireland ....
however , my activity was broken atleast 4 times by door bells .
67 seconds into continuos reading and .... >>
" sandeeeeeep ! ok jus help me , na . take these drapes out . i ve to wash it today "
- hmmmmm
" ok i want them now "
- hmmmmm . wait after i finish this .
" read later , jus do this na , pls , i'm getting late "
- alrite . wait dint u like wash this the day before ?
" ya . so ?
- mom , drapes / jeans and humans , should not me cleaned everyday !
" oh my god ! is this what i've taught u for 21 years .......... "
< lecture continues @ 75 dB and 100MHz , for half the lifetime of a bee >
- ok ok ok ok ok ok ok . ya i get it . fine i'll take the drapes out and i WILL take a bath today !!
Can't a guy read his newspaper on a quite sunday morning in PEACE anymore !!
***
posted by scoffes at 8:15 PM
3 Comments:
u r 21. but u sound "exactly" like a irritated old man who cant read his ppr.!! hahaha.. rotfl.
lol. the sandeeeeep call reminds me of the mallu accent of calling u by ur full first name "da saneeepae" hahaha, 1 kg of pudhina>?? funny dude.
i got back with 100 gms of tomatoes , 273 gms of onions , 1 kg of pudhina , half kg of ginger ...
this is toooo much.
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