(To, For, By, With, Within) The Family

As the title suggests, Sundays are family days, so much so, I do not have any privacy cleaning my own bowels. The family bonding quotient is set to "Mars! Attack". Everyone wants a piece of me including our maid servant. I am not sure if this is a genetic disorder or a forbidden family trait but on Sundays, I am a public family servant.

The point I am driving here is, is I do not have enough time to compile a full length blog post detailing about different aspects of my life or current world issues.

Precisely 1 hour, 37 minutes and 23 seconds have passed since I began writing this post and I was pulled away atleast four times for different excuses that include:

1. Where is the steel chain that we used to for our wicker cane swing eleven years ago?
2. Why is there only one box of Odonil left in our store room?
3. What breakfast did we have last Sunday?
4. Quick fire question: What is the name of my maternal aunt's dog?

Please note the use of Numbered Lists yet again.

Like always I wasn't provided any assistance to answer any of these life threatening questions but this barrage of questions will continue for the best part of the day until everyone is sleep induced from a high-calorie Sunday lunch. There is also a revered frenzy about meeting a lot of relatives who still call me " [insert current wife's name] husband". It is absolutely thrilling to notice the patience I have for Her family that starts every Sunday tête-à-tête supper with food and ends it with food.

I also end up playing "Name, Place, Animal and Thing", "Snakes & Ladders", "Knock! Knock! Who's It?" and "Who Ate The Cookie From The Cookie Jar?" with Chintu, Mintu and Pongy. Occasionally, an older member of Her family comes over and shows me a lewd joke he received on SMS recently or wants to know what I do for a living. Some of them coax me into supplying blue film vcds since the much needed action in their lives is missing, yaar.

One of these days, I am going to reveal this sex racket of a certain section of the oldies to everyone in the human genepool. I am their proverbial sugar daddy.

Before the power cord is yanked off or Rooh-Af-za sherbat be spilled over my only possession, I shall leave you all with an interesting observation.

According to the Fibonacci Numbers n = n(-1) + n(-2) where n(-1) is the last number before "n" in the series and n(-2) is the second last number before "n" in the series. The series has been extensively used in Euclid's Algorithm, Pascal's triangle and finds real time usage in determining my wife's spending patterns but it definitely does not find any significance to predict the co-efficient of love making. Why?

Also, a gentle reminder; my Monday post will give you a blow-by-blow detail on How My Weekend Was Ruined. I plan to make it a regular feature in my blog.

Yours tetchily.