I should've posted this yesterday, but it wasn't complete...
My Dad seems to be in one of his rare and priceless moods today.
Well, if u think you can make up for all your loss of sleep for the past three(or possibly four) by sleeping for twelve solid hours, then you are wrong, trust me.
I woke up with this humdinger of a headache, and I was clutching my head and staring pathetically at the wall, wallowing in self-pity and unhappiness, when my Dad came in and glared at me. He wakes up at 5 AM everyday and it's no wonder that he's really disappointed in having an incorrigibly lazy daughter like me.
On his "request", I got up from the bed and had a long shower and got ready for a shopping trip.
And there, I guess, Fate should've begun sneering at me.
With my headache following me like a second shadow, and with the sun in its prime, scorching with all its might, we entered the shopping mall.
There was crowd enough to fill three Buckingham palaces, believe me. And we had maneuver our way through all the people who seemed to be in a great hurry to do something other than staying home and relaxing on a holiday.
So I got this trolley, on another "request" from my Dad, and used it as a weapon for eliminating unyielding and unmoving people out of my way. Quite effective, really.
There seemed to be a "Republic Day Special Offer" on every single thing, from safety pins to 29" color TVs. Special offers draw swarms of enthusiastic human beings, as you all know, and so I positively hate any kind of special offers, though I wouldn't mind some discount to make certain things affordable.
My Dad was in his "priceless" mood still, and on many of his "requests", I managed to fill one trolley. And it became so heavy that I couldn't move it forward a single step. Now, enter the second trolley. And my Dad expected me to push them both, while he'll be busy looking what came free with what. Talk about really understanding people.
I was filled with pride seeing how well I was able to maneuver both the trolleys. Talented, ain't I? :)
Now, enter my Mom. A born troublemaker, my predecessor in troublemaking and my tutor and mentor as well. I just told her how bored I was, looking for grocery stuff. After all, I'm going to turn (only) nineteen next week and could I please go and roam about in sections like Handbags, Footwear, clothes, etc?
My Mom's really got a way with words, trust me. Especially with my Dad. She can talk to him in such a way that he loses even the last remains of his temper.
So, right after one and a half hours of strenuous shopping, when he was at the billing counter, having a severe argument with the person there, my Mom managed to blurt out, "Neeru wants to buy something."
I caught my Dad's quelling look. If looks could kill...
She could've stopped with that. Oh no, she won't. The damage isn't complete, is it?
So, now, it's her turn to say, "Neeru wants to go to that side of the mall and buy something."
With two unknown variables - 'something' and 'that' - my Mom had successfully accomplished the task of infuriating my Dad with highly un-understandable and ambiguous bits and pieces of information, divulged at a highly wrong time.
"What are you trying to tell me? Do you expect me to get into your head and see what you are thinking?" My Dad must be given the Nobel Award for Peace.
I was wishing the ground would open up below me and I would be mercilessly(or rather, mercifully) swallowed up. I was even staring at the ground hopefully, trying to avoid my Dad's eyes at all costs.
But my Dad didn't say anything there, thankfully.
We reached home in silence. My Mom was mad at my Dad because he'd displeased her by talking to her like that in front of the cash counter guy.
And I was scared he would give me a lecture on understanding when I should ask for what. I'm not a child anymore - the usual stuff that I find really difficult to follow.
But he didn't give me any lecture, for which I was highly grateful. We both had lunch together, my Mom still sulking.
I was about to get up from the table after finishing my lunch, when he quietly asked, "Have I ever denied anything you've asked me for?"
I didn't know what to do. I've had all my best times with Dad. And I was so stupidly angry with him, not understanding that all he was feeling angry and sad about was that I didn't tell HIM what I wanted, though he is more a friend to me than a Dad.
On an impulse, I hugged him. I said, "Love you, Dad. And no, you've never denied me anything. Thanks for everything, Dad."
He just smiled. My Dad's my hero, believe me!
My Dad seems to be in one of his rare and priceless moods today.
Well, if u think you can make up for all your loss of sleep for the past three(or possibly four) by sleeping for twelve solid hours, then you are wrong, trust me.
I woke up with this humdinger of a headache, and I was clutching my head and staring pathetically at the wall, wallowing in self-pity and unhappiness, when my Dad came in and glared at me. He wakes up at 5 AM everyday and it's no wonder that he's really disappointed in having an incorrigibly lazy daughter like me.
On his "request", I got up from the bed and had a long shower and got ready for a shopping trip.
And there, I guess, Fate should've begun sneering at me.
With my headache following me like a second shadow, and with the sun in its prime, scorching with all its might, we entered the shopping mall.
There was crowd enough to fill three Buckingham palaces, believe me. And we had maneuver our way through all the people who seemed to be in a great hurry to do something other than staying home and relaxing on a holiday.
So I got this trolley, on another "request" from my Dad, and used it as a weapon for eliminating unyielding and unmoving people out of my way. Quite effective, really.
There seemed to be a "Republic Day Special Offer" on every single thing, from safety pins to 29" color TVs. Special offers draw swarms of enthusiastic human beings, as you all know, and so I positively hate any kind of special offers, though I wouldn't mind some discount to make certain things affordable.
My Dad was in his "priceless" mood still, and on many of his "requests", I managed to fill one trolley. And it became so heavy that I couldn't move it forward a single step. Now, enter the second trolley. And my Dad expected me to push them both, while he'll be busy looking what came free with what. Talk about really understanding people.
I was filled with pride seeing how well I was able to maneuver both the trolleys. Talented, ain't I? :)
Now, enter my Mom. A born troublemaker, my predecessor in troublemaking and my tutor and mentor as well. I just told her how bored I was, looking for grocery stuff. After all, I'm going to turn (only) nineteen next week and could I please go and roam about in sections like Handbags, Footwear, clothes, etc?
My Mom's really got a way with words, trust me. Especially with my Dad. She can talk to him in such a way that he loses even the last remains of his temper.
So, right after one and a half hours of strenuous shopping, when he was at the billing counter, having a severe argument with the person there, my Mom managed to blurt out, "Neeru wants to buy something."
I caught my Dad's quelling look. If looks could kill...
She could've stopped with that. Oh no, she won't. The damage isn't complete, is it?
So, now, it's her turn to say, "Neeru wants to go to that side of the mall and buy something."
With two unknown variables - 'something' and 'that' - my Mom had successfully accomplished the task of infuriating my Dad with highly un-understandable and ambiguous bits and pieces of information, divulged at a highly wrong time.
"What are you trying to tell me? Do you expect me to get into your head and see what you are thinking?" My Dad must be given the Nobel Award for Peace.
I was wishing the ground would open up below me and I would be mercilessly(or rather, mercifully) swallowed up. I was even staring at the ground hopefully, trying to avoid my Dad's eyes at all costs.
But my Dad didn't say anything there, thankfully.
We reached home in silence. My Mom was mad at my Dad because he'd displeased her by talking to her like that in front of the cash counter guy.
And I was scared he would give me a lecture on understanding when I should ask for what. I'm not a child anymore - the usual stuff that I find really difficult to follow.
But he didn't give me any lecture, for which I was highly grateful. We both had lunch together, my Mom still sulking.
I was about to get up from the table after finishing my lunch, when he quietly asked, "Have I ever denied anything you've asked me for?"
I didn't know what to do. I've had all my best times with Dad. And I was so stupidly angry with him, not understanding that all he was feeling angry and sad about was that I didn't tell HIM what I wanted, though he is more a friend to me than a Dad.
On an impulse, I hugged him. I said, "Love you, Dad. And no, you've never denied me anything. Thanks for everything, Dad."
He just smiled. My Dad's my hero, believe me!
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