Every visit home teaches me some new stuff like the Pythagoras theorem, the theory of relativity and not to forget the Archimedes' principle. This time was no different. It thought me one lesson through different random incidents.
I woke up the morning after I reached home. Mom got me my morning tea as I and Dad sat for a little Father-Son chat. It started off with an intellectual insight by Dad on the dinner prepared by Mom the previous night. I followed it up with a very thoughtful take on the dessert we had post-dinner. As Dad and I were peaking with one great point after the other, Mom called Dad for breakfast.
Both of us gladly hopped on for our first meal of the day. And when Mom saw me, she took me by surprise by asking the most unthinkable question: “Where are you off to?”
Me: “Eh? I thought you said its breakfast time.”
Mom: “Did you have your bath?”
Me: “Of course, I did.”
Me (sheepishly): “Err no. I didn’t realize you meant today.”
Mom (sarcastically): “Of course, you didn’t.”
Me: “Yeah big deal. I might as well have saved some water for the planet!”
Mom: “If that’s the case, you might just save some food for the planet as well. You know the rules here. No breakfast until you have your bath!”
Me: “Oh come on I’m not a kid anymore! Dad, see na.”
Suddenly Dad, who was listening intently and chuckling all this while, finds his breakfast interesting and starts staring at it as if he has to submit research papers on what constitutes his morning meal!
I let out a huge sigh and went for a bath.
Lunch time at home. I had already downed what can only be described as the monthly food quota for an entire village. That’s when Mom leans to serve some more chicken on my plate.
Me (with a stuffed mouth): “No no, I’m full.”
Mom: “Are you kidding? What have you eaten till now?”
Unable to mouth anything (remember the stuffed mouth?), I just smile.
Mom: “You have lost your appetite.”
I smile some more.
Mom: “Here take some more chicken.”
I continue smiling, while Dad shakes his head.
I and Dad are arguing about some very trivial issue. Now this is a very common occurrence. My visits home are incomplete without the mandatory argument with Dad.
This time it was about an IPL match. The situation heated up and decibels were raised. Mom sat between us playing solitaire on the iPod. I supported my claim with point by point analysis and live examples. I got Dad in a corner and almost literally shredded his stand and that’s when Dad took out his most lethal weapon: the veto power that all the Dads in the world seem to be born with.
He just walked off saying, “You are just talking nonsense! I don’t want to hear any more of this!”
I was left stranded there with a confused look on my face, while Mom gave out a smug smile, even as she continued playing solitaire.
So what’s the lesson I learnt from this visit home? “Some things never change!”
PS: Did you notice the new blog header? How’s it? It’s a gift from a very very sweet blogger friend for Blunt Edges’ second birthday. The said friend (yeah I have been sworn to secrecy) has sent me 11 blog headers and it’s very tough to choose a favourite, so I just randomly selected one and put it up. A huge thanks to the wonderful friend :D