Something is wrong with my dad and he is embarrassing me in front of everyone. Just like this dear monkey who probably was embarrassed by his dad. I guess all dads have the same trait. It is like their mission is to embarrass their kids.
Whenever, someone asks about family and kids he says “I have two daughters and both are GIRLS” I do not know why he does that.
Probably, he wants to get that extra laugh and wants to remind everyone of that forward which everyone used to send to everyone else (before I was downloaded into this world of yours), when they first got an email id.
This is my first blog post. Girls rule this household and this world. Why is it a surprise and why should this fact be highlighted? Well, the fact of the matter is there were no girls on dad’s side and I am the first girl in this family. It is too much of a pressure! When you are apple of everyone’s eye and when everyone watches your footsteps, you have to be careful. So far, so good but the pressure sometime gets you.
Some of the things need to be highlighted:-
- Uncles and aunts get dresses and expect you to take snaps and share it with them. In a day when there are 24 hours of which 15 hours have to be spent sleeping, it takes too much of my precious time
- Grannies and Grampas expect you to speak on the phone whenever they call you up. I can not choose the time and it’s only when they call I need to speak. Come on. I have my play time and sometimes I am quite busy reading books and tearing them
- People expect you to speak in English. OMG! How do I tell them – while in Tamilnadu do what Tamilians do and that’s how I know English. My BFFs speak English so what is so cute in that. I want to learn speaking Hindi and Telugu. That’s CUTE.
By the way, I agree that the things I mentioned above are not exclusive to us girls but it adds an extra pressure when you are a girl in the family of sons and vice versa. So let me continue with the list before dad starts saying “drink the milk”. I tell you he overdoes it sometimes and so everybody should tell him. It is like this. He does not like cheese. What if I go and scream into his ears “eat daddy eat”! Anyway let’s get on with it.