The Hopeless Daughter

Dads are at times really cute... like yesterday...Well, he came home in the eve, a bit too early than his usual time...and though usually he himself quite keeps on running behind me to make me study, and at the slightest sight of me passing time, he actually holds my hand and carries me to my room and makes me study... ("mi tula sodun yeto" he says... and he literally 'drops' me to my room..), this once he somewhere at the back of his mind was hoping (and from his usual experiences expecting) that i would be whiling away my time so that then we wud go out... to drive around college road and run a few errands.but alas... me was studying.And unlike the day before yesterday, yesterday he did not really want to tell me directly to stop studying (may be coz he had done so the day before...he had actually asked me to close my books! Contrary to his normally "Anti-timepass" attitude... and i had).. Today too he wanted to go out...(How did i know that he wanted to go out?? well, dads are actually quite predictable...) he waited. I did not relent. He waited I still kept on studying. Normally i go down to kitchen atleast once every hour to do nothing but open the fridge, irritate ajji and grab a bite of the huge dark chocolate bar that is thr in the fridge... but y'de i did not get up at all!!! i lived without my hourly dose of the chocolate too!! coz i knew if i got up this once he will pakka say "so.. u doing nothing right? lets go out..". Well, now u might think as to why was i not ready to go out and prefered studying than going out.. well, i really dont know.. maybe it was only a badla for all those times when i dont want to study but he makes me do!! (yes, i know it sounds sooo mean) but watever it was.. i did not relent. So then, patience not being one of my dad's best qualities, he finally came into my room. One look at his face... was also not needed for me to guess what was coming.... "How can u study in this mess?" (ok here it goes....) "U did nothing with these gadde?" (there are 6 gadde in my room since i dunno when, but it was only today that out of the blue he had expected me to have done something with those gadde...) "I have brought agarbattis and kept in the room....but u cant even take the efforts to light them? jara prasanna watla tar kahi farak padto ka?" (hmmmmmmmm...) "Even my room at the hostel used to be better than this.. inspite we all being guys.." (he still reminsces all those hostel days as often as he can...some kisse, like the one bout his roomie-who-had-not-washed-his-clothes-since-ages.. and how my dad had managed to soak all his clothes so that he wud finally wash them, then the 'hair-gel kissa' and many such kisse toh now even i can describe in as much detail as he can.. and my mom toh has virtually lived in the hostel herself!!!) "Hey asa padlela... ithe kachra... tithe kachra... kachra kundi madhe abhyas kasa kay kartat...!!!" I did not utter a word.his irritation was understandable. he was irritated even before he entered the room and before he had even looked at the mess in the room or the gadde... so even if the room would have been spike clean, there was no way i cud have avoided this appraisal of my room. So i did not say anything... I had expected it to get over without my getting off my butt.. but NO. he was not gonna let that happen... He went on and on... and finally to stop him I DID! I got up, folded some clothes, picked up some books, tucked the bedcover ... and sat back. He came back again (Yes. there was still some frustration left) "I want this room to look like a study room from tomorrow" (now, for me 'study room' means books strewn everywhere, clothes in a mess and me sitting in one corner with hair all messier than the room and me in my dirtiest pajamas... and that exactly was how the room was like right now... so i started thinking as to HOW DO I MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A 'DAD's STUDY ROOM') i answered.... "OK" "Remind me to do something with the gadde" .... "OK" (I will remind him, but i know nothin can really be done.. and the gadde are thr to stay...) They will come in handy anyways when the next time he wants to vent out his frustration... Saying so he walked out of room... i heaved a sigh of relief an got back to studying... Well then that was it... Did i clean the room?? well, what do u think?? I mean going by the title of this post? well, then what about my dad's ultimatum for a clean room?? well, he really will not remember bout my messy room ultimatum.... until the next time he wants to vent out his frustration... and i am gonna keep the gadde thr only for the same... Thats the Patil family for ya ... NJOY!