The Days Of Our Lives

Contrary to what the title might imply this post is actually 2 seperate entries woven together as one.

The Kids of Today

To begin with, I visited my relatives (after a long long time) living in Delhi on Saturday. The family of my mom's younger sister and younger brother both have 2 kids each, the elder girls being in the 9th grade and boys being 8 years of age, each gender-pair being just a few months apart.
Anyway, why I'm mentioning about my cousins is because they completely astonished me. One incident took place when one of the 8-year olds (the one on the extreme right in the pic) brought out his dad's laptop and connected to the internet to surf the various games-sites. I was like "Whoa dude, you sure you're 8?" Kids these days I tell you. Look closely at the pic and you would realize that this kid barely looks like he learnt to walk some time ago, and there he was telling me how the use the laptop's mouse.

The second incident took place when the girls asked me to guess which class they were presently in. I answered "5th or 6th" keeping thier kiddy antics in mind. When they told me that they were studying in 9th, the Big Ben hit me again; "TUNNGGGG!!!!" 9th??? 9th??? I started going out with my girlfriend in 9th (and I've been with her for a good 7 1/2 years now :) ) There was no way I could even imagine there girls having boyfriends!!

So as is pretty evident, I am confused about the kids of today. Are they more mature or totally immature for their age compared to my generation. Whatever the answer, I am dumbfounded.


Dad

As with every 3rd Sunday of June, this Sunday was Father's Day. (Note to reader : Still time to send a belated wish to dear ol' dad. Arn't you glad you guys read this space?!! :P) Since my dad mostly lived away from us due to his transferrable job, I hardly spent any time of quality time with my old man. When he was finally transferred to Delhi 7 years ago after a long long time, it felt weird getting to actually gel with him for what felt like the first time.
My dad always made it a point to be one of the kids around the house which made my mom grow loads of grey hair 'coz all of a sudden she had to take care of an extra kid. We had tons of fun when my dad was around (he is currently in Agra :( )

Here is a funny incident which makes me remember my old man (he'd kill me if he found out that I call him this :P ) which I present as a tribute to him on Father's Day.

Me (after locking my dad in the toilet and switching off the lights when he had gone to take a leak) : "Ha ha!!"

Dad (giving a helpless cry) : "Waaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Mom (coming from the kitchen) : "Oh no, not again!! The last time you did that, I had to clean the toilet walls!!"

Me (ROTFLOL-ing) : "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

P.S.: My mom also rocks!! :)

The story is about a young Japanese boy tracing his college days. The entire novel revolves around him - his lonely life, his don't-give-a-damn attitude towards life, his confusion about love, the two women in his life, and everything else. Its the way his simple life is conveyed in such artistic prose which bring a life of its own into this book. Never has ordinary life been so beautifully written. And all this praise coming from me - a Stephen King fan - is really something I suppose. Truly an experience! :)

Its been a long time since I last blogged. A lot of reasons can be blamed for that. I used to blog during the good ol' IIT days since I had a lot of free time (believe it or not :P) and a very active mind. The active mind is still there but the free time is almost lost.

These days I get up at 3 in the afternoon. Barely have some home-made delicious mummy-cooked lunch when a rooster in some part of the world starts cock-a-doodling indicating that his majesty GhB has now awaken. A flurry of calls follow; from some friend or the other who are all getting bored in the Delhi summer. Then in a flash I'm off. Mindless 7 hours later, I return home; have dinner and spend some time with my mom while she watches her favourite soap-operas (a little mind numbing). Then I stay awake till about 4 in the morning doing something or the other and then finally force myself to sleep fearing my mom's reaction if she notice me still not in-a-frame-of-mind to sleep while she is experiencing morning.

Anyway, I have no idea why I wrote the crap above. The real post follows.

Last couple of days I was at Agra. Surprised?? I was too. One fine afternoon I get up and my mom's like - "We have to go to Agra!" You would notice that, that was not a question. Hence my only reaction was "Ok!". 5 hours-spent-in-a-stupid-bus-with-no-leg-space later I was at Agra where my dad was fulfilling my whims and fancies. Yes, thats right - a new car. That too a Honda City. A photo of the same is shown below. Don't be afraid to drool. I wasn't!! :)
An amazing incident happened when I got there. I could never have imagined who I would run into, in front of my dad's office. Yes, you old-blog-readers-who-think-you-figured-it-out-yourselves-but-had-help-from-the-blog-title, it was my old car - Serenity. Me and Sera had a wonderful 3 year history but our relationship ended when she had to depart all of a sudden. Running into her like this felt like old-lovers bumping into each other after a long time. It was like when they both stop and notice each other but go on with their lives after a brief moment without uttering a word. While leaving the office, I did go upto her and spoke at length sbout the times spent together. And for a moment I could swear I saw the front grill a little wider as if smiling.

Anyway, early morning my dad calls me to his office and makes me sign some 60 papers. Only when I fully woke up some 3 hours later did I realize that I had just taken my first car loan. Thats how the bankers do it. They come to your house in the wee hours of the morning and make you sign all sorts of papers they know you would never read. No wonder - my dad's a banker himself.

So off we went to the showroom where I had already chosen a dark-greyish colour. Turns out the same colour was selected by some bride-to-be for her groom-to-be as a gift for their wedding (a more subtle way of saying dowry). And their marriage was on the same evening. So after a lot of consideration and sympathy showers we chose a more sporty white one. (We later discovered that the grey car was finally not taken by the other party since they could not take something that was rejected by someone else! Sheesh!!!)

So happily we came back to Delhi with the designated driver almost hurling my car into every other vehicle he could spot in a 50-metre radius (And believe me, the only reason the car survived was because the driver could not spot too well!! Thank God for that!!!)

Now a question that would naturally arise in your mind would be - "What was the whole point of this post?" "No point at all. I just felt like writing." By the way, thanks for reading. :)

P.S.: For some time now, I will be morphing into my new alter-ego "Honda City Man" whose only currently known super-power is saving the world by driving his Honda-City-Man-mobile...safely!