Three Weeks of Pampering!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Pamper” as we all know is a wonderful feeling or gesture shown by someone whom you love immensely. The month of march was just brilliant as my dad and little brother (for me he never gets older :P) had come to spend some time with me. Everything was perfect. I was so so so happy by just the thought that they are here. Though my brother was here only for like 3-4 days, we still managed to have fun, fight, yell and irritate the hell out of each other :P. (I know it doesn’t sound like fun, but it is. Ohh , I so miss those silly fights we used to have and then patch up the very next minute. Mom used to get so irritated with our fights, hahahahaha it used to be so good.)

Here are some of the activities that we did and I really wanna share with you all, I know you will relate to them well :)

Shopping with bhai – I don’t know why guys and colors don’t go along well. We were literally fighting over t-shirt colors :P. I wanted him to pick any other color than red or black, but he won’t just give up. He kept saying… ohh thats a female color….. or that’s too flashy….. or that’s too loud :( . But I didn’t give up; I made him buy other colors. Yippyyyy (come on dude you looked so cool in the wine colored one.)

Cooking – my dad is a great cook, so I had grand treats for 3 weeks. It was raining Roganjoshes, Yahkhinis, Munghi-haakh, razma, and what not: O (just writing about it makes me hungry.) We had so much fun cooking on weekends, I love cooking for dad and pampering him. I cooked something different for him like lemon rice, sambhar, pav bhaji, thalipeeth, so that he enjoys a unique taste. In spite of the fact that our cooking ways are extremely different, he still loved it. I believe in cooking healthy and he cooks with lots and lots of oil and ghee (but obviously his food tastes brilliant: P). I have just realized one thing “the more sinful (calorie-rich) the food is, the more awesome it is”. That’s the irony of the whole thing :(

IPL Fever – Cricket has been our love of interest for a long time. I still remember as kids – me and bhai playing cricket every weekend with dad. And how, I never used to agree that I’m out. I loved batting and immensely hated fielding (: P). It used to be so fun….. as I kept on saying…ok last chance one last chance… :D :D :D :D And I still remember those brilliant willow bats; oiling them and those dangerous cricket balls (we had the best collection at home). Ahh how can I forget the injuries I had while playing. Wow… I so miss being a kid and my cricket team.

Discussions – We both love debating, so we usually have very exhaustive discussions about anything and everything. Topics vary from cooking, current affairs, IPL, right way of living, health, medicines, yoga, books, writers, news, gadgets, globalization, science , technology, culture, anything …………….…. believe me any topic can be beaten to dead with the discussion :D. We mostly never agree with each other and the best part is that we both never give up.

But what life man… it was just awesome. Stress-free days, full of surprises, good food, discussions, what else can you ask for. Breakfast with dad, lovely evenings followed by a dinner to die for, just makes me realize what all I have been missing. I am very close to my dad and it’s a great feeling as you still have so much to talk and share. His pranks at school, adventures, love for food, and lots of other gossips we love talking about. I fall so short of words to actually describe that feeling I don’t know how to put it down in words, I just feel so lucky :). I guess you actually connect at a different level as you grow up.

These three weeks of spending some good quality time with dad is the best thing I did in the past 10 years. It’s strange how we spend most of our childhood yearning to be independent but once we are, we still miss the doting care and pampering of our parents………………………………