and my defense rests in the hands of a certified idiot.

I will explain.

the certified idiot is Me. The accuser is My Dad. He most often claims, my room looks so disastrous that if ever plague has to find its roots to spread in bombay – it’ll be this historic place which we all call “My room”!

He points that I should marry an archaeologist – since only an expert can dig out things “hidden” in my room! People, please explain – WHERE THE HELL DOES THE SUBJECT OF MARRIAGE COMES INTO QUESTION HERE???? Instead – i can keep a dog, you know! Am sure it would be more efficient.. and wouldn’t crib much! Anyway!

There is something about him that i never get – AND, there is anything and everything, he claims, that he never gets in my room! Excuze me, WHY DO YOU NEED TO FIND ANYTHING IN MY ROOM??? KEEP IT IN YOUR ROOM IF YOU WANT TO FIND IT!!!

Is it just us, or all ‘unimaginative-dad’ and ‘cool-n-creative-daughters’?

Am beginning to get concerned for my dad! He ought to have some normal perspective on normal living! don’t u think?

p.s: i wish there was a <ctrl+f> in life and i could gift it to my dad! life would have been “happy ever after” (for both of us)