home-going

I don't want another month like the previous one. The short month of February was filled with lots of work, confusion, home-going, house hunting, mood-swings and weight-gain.Everything ended well with one of those many trips to my hometown, Kerala. I'm sure things cant get worse than that .This last home- going was on the month end to celebrate my dad's 60th birthday and emotionally support him during his retirement.

Kanyakumari Express
10:55 P.M
I was on my way to the wash room.
One "yo-man-yo" nerd (N): So you don't have a confirmed seat eh?
Me: Huh?
N: I saw you walking up and down
Me: My sister is there in S5 and I’m in S3... (Oh god...why am i even answering?)
N: Can you share your seat for sometime?
Me(nail biting ) :Err....( he reduced me to a shocked, weak, scared girl)
N: I don't have a confirmed seat so can I sit with you for sometime?
Me: Mine is a middle birth. So I don't think you can sit up there. (I can’t believe I said that)
N: That is ok *evil grin*
Me (worried): You can use it now. I'm going to my sister to have dinner
N: Nah. I will come later in the night.....
Don’t ask me what happened next once I recovered from my fear n shock of his behavior.
N:Stop hitting me and what did you pour into my eyes?
Me(to myself): Shit! (I missed kicking his balls)

Home
11:55 a.m
Kicking the main door open
Me: I’m home!
Dropping my bags down in filmy style
Me: I’m hooommmeeee!!!!
Clearing my throat
Me: I’mmmmmm hooommeeeeeeeee......
Mom (coming slowly from kitchen) : So?
This is what happens when you go home too often. hmph!

Tea time
5:00 p.m
Dad: What’s on your ears?
Me (jumping out of my seat): whaatt???
Dad: what earring is that?
Me: God. You scared me!
Dad (inspecting carefully): yuck...it’s a dirty tiny skull.
Me : Oopss
Dad: Junk is all you eat and wear. Take off those black metal earrings, nose ring...the ring... (Searching for more)
Me: no way
Mom (giggling): ha ha ha ha. You are wearing just one anklet! Since how long are u walking around like this?Do you even know when you lost the other one?
Me: Grrrr....this is fashion, style!!!
Dad: (pointing to my feet): this one???? ha ha ha ha
I choose selective deafness

nothing-to-do time
8 p.m
Me: how many people are coming home tomorrow?
Mom: oh god. That reminds me
Dad (running): yeah...im getting them
Me (confused)
Dad: get all those metals off your body and wear these
Mom: no arguments on this
Me: metals. metals..what are you people talking about?
Mom: i just want you to wear some other metal. a little shiny, expensive , bright ones
Me: gold??? *faints*

Dinner time
9 p.m
Me: dad... is it ok to wear some dull color tomorrow for the party?
Dad (busy eating) : yes molu. Anything you are comfortable in.
Me(suprised): Wowwww
Dad (with a serious face and stern voice): NO! Only Salwar!
Me: Kurta?
Dad (eyes widening) : you mean the Salwar without dupataa?
Me(straight face): OK...I am wearing Salwar.
Dad: and take off that nose ring, it looks like some fishing hook
Me (head down) : Ok
Dad: and the black nail polish too
Me(screaming): Why am I even here????

Today I received the photos of that day. It brought smile to my tired face. Damn..I look pretty after all the forced modifications. Trust me, parents know what is best! (though im now without the modifications)

Dad- I seriously hope you stopped reading my blog ! But if you are still around, I’m sorry I forgot to buy/do something on your birthday. I know 60th birthday is something important and special. I should have added something to your day. But I didn’t even realize or think about it .That day I sat there looking at you with your friends- are you really 60? You confuse me with your charm, energy and character.

now playing: Tum Se Hi (Jab We Met)