Son-ly Love...
Tete-a-tete
Dad said….
The sands of time are running out fast and we are at the fag end of a momentous year. Well guarded against the biting cold with layers of quilts, I am snug in my well-sprung bed with a cup of steaming coffee [x-(]. The northwesterly winds blowing in from the higher reaches of the Himalayas are responsible for this cold wave, says the met office. I marvel at the picturesque scene outside, framed by my first floor window. Noble and spirited ideas come crowding to my mind. I go through a mental reckoning of all that I must do during the remaining day of the year. The list is long, but I care a hoot if it becomes longer. The most important is a visit to cheer my neighbour, Akhil, who is lying in the hospital plastered and bandaged all over. There is a thump. It is the morning newspaper, rolled and tucked which like a missile has landed before me. Somehow that reminds me of my bookshelf which needs immediate attention.
The books, so many of them, are in a state of chaotic bliss. The big tin of paint and brushes are lying untouched. Doors and windows have smudges and schoolchildren graffiti all over and crying for a fresh coat of paint. With the new year just around the corner, there must not be any delay. It dawns on me that the grass on my lawn is a tangled mass and at places the blades are knee-high. Hedges have overgrown and the thorny shoots are jutting out are a menace to pedestrians. With a borrowed mover, I can certainly convert the wild growth into a smooth green carpet. Trimming the hedges requires both physical exertion and artistic dexterity which I am proud to have in good measure. Then there are more mundane matters at hand. Like calling the plumber to fix the leaking tap. Or teaching blackie (our dawg) how to salute and stay for 5 seconds :D, or teaching the parrot a word or two. All this and more has to be done to welcome the new year. Work may be tiresome and tedious but the result of a well-done job is always satisfying and thrilling.
My reply…
I am not drunk dad, I think you are…”trimming the hedges, calling the plumber” LOL! Anyways a formal reply in the same format for ya :D:D:D
The L.E.D’s are blinking quickly as we are at the fag end of a horrendous year. Well guarded against the marching red ants and the UFO’s, I am snug in my not-so-well-sprung bean bag with a glass of vodka with orange juice…(I know you love screw driver, ok ok this aint one hehehe)(moreover how dare you talk of coffee…I toldya about ACORN remember??). Chennai, unlike Darjeeling, is breezeless and cold wave can only be expected if some reverse komodo dragon like species makes a dull appearance to honour us all with some snow. I marvel at the picturesque scene outside, framed by my first floor window. The scene is like a bunch of monkeys trying to remove ticks from their bodies and deer watch all of this along with a few guys peacefully pee-ing their way to glory somewhere in the woods. Obviously this does not help me in harboring noble and spirited ideas and the best idea is to close the window. I go through a mental reckoning of all that I must do during the remaining day of the year. The most important being, going to a professor and asking him to change my grade from a “U” to a “C” on the notice board. There is a thump. It’s the paper boy asking me for money, but wait a min, you still need to send me money don’t forget that ok? Atleast think of the poor paper boy if not me because I owe him a 1000 bucks hehe. This does not remind me of my bookshelf because I don’t have one. Moreover I added new books like fantasy series by Terry Goodkind and Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan to be kept in my bookshelf, ever if I have one.
In your case it’s the books, in my case it’s my whole room that is in chaotic bliss. A short description follows…
2 acoustic guitars and a bass adorn my room along with newspapers( the whole sem’s lot). 2 beddings, not sure if I use any ever since the dreaded bean bag announced its arrival. Thanks for the blanket you mailed…brilliant thinking I say! Photocopies of the notes which were taken just before the end-semester exams and last but not the least…CLOTHES all over the place.
As far as I remember, you know I hate drawing. So I think its better than I stop talking about it instantly rather than reminding you of your futile attempts at sending me to those sick art classes…crap! The doors and windows here have been full of smudges ever since 1959, when this institute came to existence. Right now it’s a question of removing the beehives that make their mark on the windows. I destroyed one yesterday and saw 3 larvae!! Yikes!! For the doors, I need to make sure that they are not latched, but locked, in order to avoid the infiltration of monkeys. It dawns on me that there is no grass on our quadrangle, hence extravagant football has been replaced by boring cricket. I pity for our gardener. He works hard and all we take is a day to smother it with our studs playing football.
Dad you are joking when you say that you have the artistic dexterity and the physical exertion to do what you want to…I AM YOUR SON DUDE!!! And I am not good at that. Now take a bow.
Dad, blackie is a bloody lazy bum. I don’t remember it staying for a fraction of a second while saluting so better go waste some time teaching that rubbish blabbermouth some words. I hope you learn a lesson and learn some new words yourself!!
But whatever may happen, my daddy is the best…no one can be like him. I LOVE YOU DAD.
I LOVE YOU MOM… I raise a toast for us (sorry Mom :$, LOL@Dad)
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
Dad said….
The sands of time are running out fast and we are at the fag end of a momentous year. Well guarded against the biting cold with layers of quilts, I am snug in my well-sprung bed with a cup of steaming coffee [x-(]. The northwesterly winds blowing in from the higher reaches of the Himalayas are responsible for this cold wave, says the met office. I marvel at the picturesque scene outside, framed by my first floor window. Noble and spirited ideas come crowding to my mind. I go through a mental reckoning of all that I must do during the remaining day of the year. The list is long, but I care a hoot if it becomes longer. The most important is a visit to cheer my neighbour, Akhil, who is lying in the hospital plastered and bandaged all over. There is a thump. It is the morning newspaper, rolled and tucked which like a missile has landed before me. Somehow that reminds me of my bookshelf which needs immediate attention.
The books, so many of them, are in a state of chaotic bliss. The big tin of paint and brushes are lying untouched. Doors and windows have smudges and schoolchildren graffiti all over and crying for a fresh coat of paint. With the new year just around the corner, there must not be any delay. It dawns on me that the grass on my lawn is a tangled mass and at places the blades are knee-high. Hedges have overgrown and the thorny shoots are jutting out are a menace to pedestrians. With a borrowed mover, I can certainly convert the wild growth into a smooth green carpet. Trimming the hedges requires both physical exertion and artistic dexterity which I am proud to have in good measure. Then there are more mundane matters at hand. Like calling the plumber to fix the leaking tap. Or teaching blackie (our dawg) how to salute and stay for 5 seconds :D, or teaching the parrot a word or two. All this and more has to be done to welcome the new year. Work may be tiresome and tedious but the result of a well-done job is always satisfying and thrilling.
My reply…
I am not drunk dad, I think you are…”trimming the hedges, calling the plumber” LOL! Anyways a formal reply in the same format for ya :D:D:D
The L.E.D’s are blinking quickly as we are at the fag end of a horrendous year. Well guarded against the marching red ants and the UFO’s, I am snug in my not-so-well-sprung bean bag with a glass of vodka with orange juice…(I know you love screw driver, ok ok this aint one hehehe)(moreover how dare you talk of coffee…I toldya about ACORN remember??). Chennai, unlike Darjeeling, is breezeless and cold wave can only be expected if some reverse komodo dragon like species makes a dull appearance to honour us all with some snow. I marvel at the picturesque scene outside, framed by my first floor window. The scene is like a bunch of monkeys trying to remove ticks from their bodies and deer watch all of this along with a few guys peacefully pee-ing their way to glory somewhere in the woods. Obviously this does not help me in harboring noble and spirited ideas and the best idea is to close the window. I go through a mental reckoning of all that I must do during the remaining day of the year. The most important being, going to a professor and asking him to change my grade from a “U” to a “C” on the notice board. There is a thump. It’s the paper boy asking me for money, but wait a min, you still need to send me money don’t forget that ok? Atleast think of the poor paper boy if not me because I owe him a 1000 bucks hehe. This does not remind me of my bookshelf because I don’t have one. Moreover I added new books like fantasy series by Terry Goodkind and Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan to be kept in my bookshelf, ever if I have one.
In your case it’s the books, in my case it’s my whole room that is in chaotic bliss. A short description follows…
2 acoustic guitars and a bass adorn my room along with newspapers( the whole sem’s lot). 2 beddings, not sure if I use any ever since the dreaded bean bag announced its arrival. Thanks for the blanket you mailed…brilliant thinking I say! Photocopies of the notes which were taken just before the end-semester exams and last but not the least…CLOTHES all over the place.
As far as I remember, you know I hate drawing. So I think its better than I stop talking about it instantly rather than reminding you of your futile attempts at sending me to those sick art classes…crap! The doors and windows here have been full of smudges ever since 1959, when this institute came to existence. Right now it’s a question of removing the beehives that make their mark on the windows. I destroyed one yesterday and saw 3 larvae!! Yikes!! For the doors, I need to make sure that they are not latched, but locked, in order to avoid the infiltration of monkeys. It dawns on me that there is no grass on our quadrangle, hence extravagant football has been replaced by boring cricket. I pity for our gardener. He works hard and all we take is a day to smother it with our studs playing football.
Dad you are joking when you say that you have the artistic dexterity and the physical exertion to do what you want to…I AM YOUR SON DUDE!!! And I am not good at that. Now take a bow.
Dad, blackie is a bloody lazy bum. I don’t remember it staying for a fraction of a second while saluting so better go waste some time teaching that rubbish blabbermouth some words. I hope you learn a lesson and learn some new words yourself!!
But whatever may happen, my daddy is the best…no one can be like him. I LOVE YOU DAD.
I LOVE YOU MOM… I raise a toast for us (sorry Mom :$, LOL@Dad)
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!