Yes, I’m asking for reservation. That will be 33.333333 (add as many 3’s as you need).
No I haven’t changed my gender and I’m not planning to get into politics. But in a house, where you are the only male who has to survive against 2 women, trust me, you need reservation.
With Emma and her mommy at one side, it’s tough for me, Emma’s dad, to do things my way. My things, the stuff that I need were all relocated or packed away to make room for Emma’s and mommy’s things. Even my prized Arduino board, like the rest of the electronics stuff among other things have all been packed into boxes and cast away into an unknown place.
There is an ongoing fight to control the angular momentum of the fan. Even during these cool, pleasant Bangalore mornings, the fan has to be turned on. Forget the days when it’s cold. For some apparent, unexplained reason both mom and daughter have high body temperature that neither of their bodies are able to regulate or successfully cool down. That calls for the fan switch to be on and the poor dad to crawl under a thick blanket.
Yes, blanket and bed space, the other things that I need to fight for. I go to bed with my wife, and Emma happily and peacefully (we think so) asleep in her cradle. But at some random point in the night, my daughter magically appears in the bed between me and my wife. Now she needs to be under the blanket and needs bed space. By the time I had given her those, I’m left with a ¾inch X 2m piece of cloth to cover my body on a 1inch X 2m bed space for the rest of the night, trying to get some sleep before I freeze to death.
I wonder why they need the blanket and the fan at the same time. I guess I will never know.
There was a time when I used to come back from office, pick up my iPad and read through what had happened to the online world. Someone somewhere would have gone wrong on the Internet the past 24hrs and it would have made some interesting read. Well, the only place where I could read now is the loo. But I guess they found out about that and my days and numbered. Yes my wifey caught me re-tweeting when I was in the act.
The developments of the motoring world were closely followed before. But couple of nights back, when my friend told me that he was getting a Vento. I asked him, which car was that. His jaw dropped so hard and made what is now the pothole in front of Boca Grande restaurant in Koramangala.
Enough is enough! After being a part time cook, driver, maid and a full time ATM machine, this dad needs his space at home.
I need my rightful 33.3333333% reservation.
!!!”. Oh, i can so visualize her in my mind right now. The phone at my home ringing, my folks coming to know about the post and they reading it and it all adding up to the visits on my site.