Things Getting Tough

Well, this really doesn’t have anything to do with papa’s treatment or him getting cranky because of the medicines. He has always been like this. Always more concerned about things that don’t matter as much. Someone who always enjoys complicating simple things. Someone who has always, and will forever (yes, I have no doubts), doubt his immediate family and is convinced of the fact that his son is the most incompetent soul to have walked the face of the earth.

So you see, there is very little that side effects of chemo could do. :D.

The reason why I say - things are getting tough – is, he is being his usual self but these are not normal times when he should be doing his normal stunts. As much as I like the idea of my father being himself, there are times when he should just chill.

Yelling at me seems to put him at ease (it always has), but there is a limit to how much crap a person can take. Anyways, my solution is - to sit and take how much I can. Smile through most of it (only when it comes to my father, otherwise I find it extremely difficult to stop my hand from doing what it does best).

When it gets too much, I stop smiling. Which is when (normally) papa realises that the issue has been dragged on a bit too much. At times, he will drop it by waving his hand and murmuring under his breath. Sometimes though, papa continues with his stuff. Then, I just get up and leave.

Did that today as well. Walked out. Went walking around Mahim. Got a few things done. To be honest, walking around Bombay is a hell lot more preferable (for me) as opposed to the local train / bus (at least right now).

An air-conditioned car is good, but I need a decent one (Just because it’s imported, doesn’t necessarily imply that it’s decent – most of the people here haven’t got that through their heads yet). And of course, the traffic on the road is always an issue.

Radio stations, err, well the DJ’s aren’t nearly as annoying as Lame Linda of 99.7 RKFM (heard she has stopped hosting the show. Praise the Lord). That said, they (DJ’s on Bombay’s FM) can be a bit full of themselves at times.

Yes, I do complain a lot. Hum to aise hi hain. Ab kahin to bakwaas karoonga.