Now, I know there isn't anyone out there who is eagerly waiting to see something new on this web page. I know that the number of people who read my blog are less than the number of fans Tusshar Kapoor has in 7 continents. The fact that I myself, the owner of this blog, has looked at it after 87 days, explains how popular my blog is. I must thank the management of blogspot.com, its technical administrators, its watchmen, sweepers and toilet cleaners, for still finding my blog worth some existence.
Anyways, I don't write blog for someone else. I mean, I would like if someone reads and enjoys, but on the contrary, if he/she feels my writing is absolute bullshit, I don't mind. I will still continue to scribble so that, when I am 62 years and 7 months and 18 days old, I can sit back on my sofa and show to my wife how I have been all through my life. She deserves some torture does she?
Oh.. By the way, coming to the topic.. What an extraordinary summer this has been, like every other summer ( I saw this line on a guys T-shirt, you see, that's how I make my posts more readable). My family has shifted over to Gurgaon and mummy, daddy and the little boy are having the party of their lives.
My mom is nothing much different from all the middle class Indian mothers. These moms have only two missions in their lives: a) to watch their sons grow and get a job in some company so that they can pack their lunch boxes when their mama's boy goes to work, b) get a traditional typical Indian bahu for their young lad as soon as he starts to earn a decent income. I can understand the sentiment behind the first one but I scratch my head for the b part, knowing what consequences one has to face.
And coming to my dad.. I find it difficult to put all middle class into one category but one thing where my dad stands out is his love for reading. I guess he loves books more than he loves my mom!! Thank god you don't get Kannda newspapers in Delhi, or else our home would have been..... damn.. couldn't find any suitable metaphor this time.
Anyways, I don't write blog for someone else. I mean, I would like if someone reads and enjoys, but on the contrary, if he/she feels my writing is absolute bullshit, I don't mind. I will still continue to scribble so that, when I am 62 years and 7 months and 18 days old, I can sit back on my sofa and show to my wife how I have been all through my life. She deserves some torture does she?
Oh.. By the way, coming to the topic.. What an extraordinary summer this has been, like every other summer ( I saw this line on a guys T-shirt, you see, that's how I make my posts more readable). My family has shifted over to Gurgaon and mummy, daddy and the little boy are having the party of their lives.
My mom is nothing much different from all the middle class Indian mothers. These moms have only two missions in their lives: a) to watch their sons grow and get a job in some company so that they can pack their lunch boxes when their mama's boy goes to work, b) get a traditional typical Indian bahu for their young lad as soon as he starts to earn a decent income. I can understand the sentiment behind the first one but I scratch my head for the b part, knowing what consequences one has to face.
And coming to my dad.. I find it difficult to put all middle class into one category but one thing where my dad stands out is his love for reading. I guess he loves books more than he loves my mom!! Thank god you don't get Kannda newspapers in Delhi, or else our home would have been..... damn.. couldn't find any suitable metaphor this time.
