cogitated thoughts

We haven't had a 'bai' for almost two months now. Consequentially, my parivar goes into spring/winter/summer-cleaning mode on every damn holiday. I usually manage to escape, mumbling something about a non existent test or making a 'oh my life is so miserable and I've to study all the time'(ahem!) comment. But I just finished a series of tests; so when I was sitting in my room today, deciding after a 2 nanosecond pause that comics, joblessness and music automatically gained more priority than my Chemistry homework, feeling EXTREMELY pleased with myself for being able to evade chores on educational grounds, in walks my dad thrusting a cloth and that idiotic Collin spray in my hands giving a ''do it now, Cinderella or I'll chuck you out of my house'' look, and hence, I knew instantly what the Indian hockey team must have felt when Pakistan beat them 3-0! So yours truly has just been cleaning the refrigerator.

My dad has absolutely NO qualms about cleaning any thing! He cleans the bathroom with as much ease as I might brush my teeth with my eyes closed at the break of dawn and his exploits are absolutely fine with me. I'm ready to even stand around giving him the symbolic thumbs up and all the moral support that he might require! BUT MY dear parent expects me to follow in his footsteps and THAT is when, dear readers I draw the Lakshman rekha. Today for example when I politely asked my dad to remove all the junk on the refrigerator which included medicines, fevistick, a bottle of hajmola and a hazaar other assorted stuff covered with an inch thick layer of dust , so all I would then have to do was just give it a superficial swish with the previously mentioned cloth, he said,''thats like shitting and then asking me to clean your arse'' I mean to say how tough can you get with a kid...your OWN kid? I couldn't even think of a smart ass reply to that!!

We, that is tams, celebrate something called' varalakshmi puja' today. I know precisely nothing about it except that my mum ties some sort of a yellow thread on my hand, my dad gives me a hundred bucks and we all hover around like a pack of wolves, waiting for our share of the yummy delicacies that my mum makes. I guess perspectives change so often that you tend to lose track. I never gave festivals, religion and the likes too much thought (still don't as a matter of fact!) That is purely my mum's department. But, honestly it is kinda nice in a very weird way, to get all traditional once in a while. By getting traditional I don't mean that we dawn on dhotis and ''pawadais''(I reckon that is like a modified version of a ghagra, just in case you don't know) and that sort of a thing. What I do mean is that festivals give you an ample opportunity to catch up with your immediate family and all, and that includes even cleaning bathrooms! Ah! my mum would be pleased if she heard me talking like this! Come to think of it, it is probably all that food. .smart mommy!( I must be pretty influential)

Alright! enough bakar for now ! I'll run along then, go do some strumming and think about ''life, the universe and everything''!