Nerve Endings Firing Away

Crisscrossing the Northeast and burning rubber for almost 1500 miles in a week has been extremely tiring. I am yet not home but rather attending my brother’s graduation while waiting for mine in spite of coming lot earlier than him. But then such has been life that it no longer surprises nor frustrates me. Nerves have been dulled to an abysmal no-response mode.

However, on a cheery note, entertaining parents in a foreign land is more entertaining than actually doing it. They seem to have different things on their agenda and the cool things that I have planned for them; they seem to be least interested. Their eyes widen at the wide array of packaged meat in the freezer section in Walmart rather than ogling at the big-ass projection TVs at Best Buy. Dad’s penchant with Rotary Clubs hasn’t seem to dim even with passing years so it is difficult to guess whether he has come to attend his son’s graduation or to attend Rotary meetings. Thankfully the father-son fracas over misplaced priorities was settled after we drove all the way to a hotel at the outskirts only to find out that no Rotary meeting was held there. His insistence to attend future meetings effectively died a quick death thereon.

I thought I could spend a nice time away from the blogging world because of family commitments. But after typing nearly three daily reports to my dad’s office, I guess I rather write something more satisfying on my blog instead. Typing those reports on email reminded me of the times when me and my dad fought on trying to edit his protracted correspondence. And if you thought, I wrote long rambling sentences, you should see my dad’s writings; an overabundance of conjunctions and ampersands. Of course, we did manage to agree on the outcome of Indian elections.

Like a true upset, we were visibly shocked at the fall of the NDA’s India Shining Dream. But notwithstanding the fact that everyone has been heralding it in typical cricket-commentary style that it was a victory for democracy, we have finally managed to outsource the prime ministership. The blood bath on Dalal Street over the immature comments by the Left Front did not help our cause. I personally have no grudge against the Congress as they sure seem to have lot of experienced people behind the scenes. I just hope that Laloo or Mulayam doesn’t get an influential cabinet rank. I can just hope to see things unfold for the better in the future.

More of my rambling thoughts will follow; maybe at irregular interval. Normalcy will return only after my parents return home.