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Just when I thought there was nothing to say, I get an excuse.

I am in Guwahati now, spending two weeks with my parents, and four days left before I get back home to work.

What have I been doing?

Reading, for one. Reread part of Sandman, the complete Game of You, Brief Lives and World’s End arcs. Bapsi Sidhwa’s Ice Candy Man. Kiran Nagarkar’s Ravan and Eddie. A whole lot of academic ( ahem!) stuff.

Eating. A lot. What do you expect? I do this four weeks a year (eating a lot, I mean, not just eating. Hmm. This line didn’t sound quite right.)

And, yes, this is the time of year my parents conduct every Hindu ritual prescribed in every Hindu text dedicated to each of the three hundred thousand Hindu gods. Er, you get the picture.

My father seems to have taken a fancy to this TV channel called Aastha that shows a rather dated-looking video of a mass Yoga session every evening. I was rather alarmed to hear weird noises coming from the tv room. “Nothing to worry about”, my mother said. “It’s just your father practising his yoga.” Yeah, right. He sits on this cosy armchair and does weird things like neck-constrictasana ( “hunnnnnngh…*cough* *cough*” ) and periodically turns to me and says – “You should try this too, it will make you healthier than ever.” Me, I can but gape and slowly walk backwards to my room.

And then there was this ayurveda guy that told him to drink a litre of salt-and-lemon water in the morning. “Cleans your bowels”, he told me, sipping glass after glass. “You should try it too.”

Unfortunately, my father gets too obsessed with all this stuff. He decided to do this every alternate day ( later, when he went and talked to the Ayurveda guy, the man did a double-take. “You need to do this ONCE A MONTH. Or once EVERY THREE MONTHS! NOT once every three days.” he sorrowfully told my father.)

The only good two days of salt-and-lemon water drinking did to us was that my father, groaning tells me at the end of the second day – “You don’t have to try this, m’boy.”

Poor dad.

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  1. Hey, thanks!!! :-) Goodie, goodie…I love this!!!

    2 weeks of hols!!! Gee, I would like that for sure….Hmm..on second thoughts, no, I think I will settle for some work! :-)

    My mom does this salt and lemon thing to me every now and then. I have to confess, I actually like it these days :-)

    Have fun, enjoy the rest of the week…

  2. I tried yoga once.(for a few months actually). Was good fun actually, but couldn’t take the prayer-chanting every session. Quit. It’s helped my dad a great deal though. But learning from the TV is a recipe for disaster. I assure you.

  3. oye see!

    Sorry dude i couldnt hand over the stuff before you left for Guwahati.

    And the post is as usual classic beatozish!

    “It’s just your father practising his yoga.”

    haha! that reminds me of this. *epepepe*

  4. hilarious!

    No, I’m not referring to me not getting your KB2 DVD.
    Sorry! Got embroiled in the wedding hungama! (Yes, good excuse ne?)

    And I bet resourceful you has downloaded it by now?

  5. Anonymous says:

    Hee hee hee(that’s for bsing’s comment)
    Hoo hoo hoo(that’s for post)
    Haa haa haa(I’m not too sure what that’s for…effect I think)
    Welcome back beatzo….was missing your posts
    Guwahati…that’s in the east and all right??…you pass by Kolkata???:((
    BOFi

  6. wish you a very happy bday mate – glad dhriti (courtesy mons) said it on his blog. i forgot, as usual and am not ashamed to admit it:)

    hope blore is treating you good – call if time permits..have a manga filled, Bat-infested, rahmaniacal bday:)

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