Garg Ka Swarg

A little obfuscated as you might be by the title, I can only say , if there could be a Khosla ka Ghosla, then why not a 'Garg Ka Swarg' per se. 

Over time I've always realised how obnoxious a family we are. And I don't mean it in a bad sense really. There have always been certain floating characteristics that have differentiated each member of this family , not only from each other, but every other soul that exists. In short , we're pretty much a set of people, with mutually exclusive tastes and characteristics, trying to fit under one roof. As I wait for distant relatives, who're all set to arrive with their Band Baaja Baarat , seeing everybody running around from one corner to the other, only exemplifies my case, or should I say 'our' case.

I might as well start off with dad. The real 'Papa Garg' you see. Dads are such intriguing things. Such coconut characters. They always have to pretend to have a hard outside, albeit a softer inside. Isn't that the case with all dads? Maybe. The keepers of all available plastic money, dads, always command a little respect. Respect given. Moving on to Bubbly. The, perpetually at verbal war with me, Bubbly. I think she's another coconut , just a little harder on outside, and a little softer on the inside. If only one could penetrate her feminist ego, which I do, rather frequently, one could see the soft her. Just for the record, Bubbly is my mom.

Sometimes, I feel so surrounded by emotional women. They don't realise, while they're trying to put in an emotional point, I'm mentally denigrating their entire species. That someday, all the women in my life will connive together and kill me, is an undisclosed nightmare. That someday, all these women, will leave in  complete peace and harmony, is another. Where will all the enti come from if it happens? :-}

At the look of things , I'm the lone 'nut' in this house of coconuts.