This artist loves his wife dearly and it shows in his comics

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Yehuda Adi Devir has been capturing his everyday life with his wife Maya Zeltzer in amazing comics form. If you have ever been in a relationship you will relate to his comics on how his wife is always late, how she is always using him as her travel pillow, how she turns into a Wifinator when she spots a cockroach etc. This artist loves his wife dearly and it shows in his comics.

Yehuda says Maya has been his inspiration for these cute comics – here is wishing they find inspiration in each other for years to come.

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Let’s now move on to Yehuda Adi Devir’s amazing husband-wife cartoons. Our comments are in bold.

If you have ever been married or been in a relationship you know that women always have a standard reply, “I have been telling you for the last one hour that I will be ready in five minutes! Why do you keep pestering me?”

Wife and husband get ready for party - Funny Cartoon

A relationship gets stronger when there is freedom to play pranks. When pranks are accepted, appreciated and returned with interest, it is a sign of a healthy relationship.

Wife checks weight and husband scares her - Funny Cartoon

Men never have a problem sleeping. The moment they lie down, they start snoring. The same can’t be said of women. God save you if your wife or girlfriend can’t sleep.

Wife can't sleep at night wakes up husband - Funny Cartoon

This is my favorite. When a husband and wife end up working out together, the husband always ends up doing more. The same happens when a husband and wife start dieting together…the husband always ends up eating more.

Husband and wife work out together - Funny Cartoon

When the relationship has just begun or when you are newly married, the husband and wife shower together often. Last time I asked my wife “hey, want to shower together?” she pointed at my four-year-old son and said, “That’s what happened when we last time showered together!”

Husband showers with hot wife - Funny Cartoon

Men just can’t stay in bed. Women can’t stay in bed alone.

Husband and wife wake up in morning - Funny Cartoon

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Contrary to popular belief, girlfriends and wives are good fixers around the house. I don’t know why men are seen as better fixers…they just aren’t. Dear handywomen…where are you all?

Wife helps husband fix Ikea furniture - Funny Cartoon

Again, contrary to popular belief wives and girlfriends can handle spiders, lizards and cockroaches much better than men. Maybe because they are well prepared for the battle.

Wife kills cockroach as husband watches - Funny Cartoon

This is exactly how it happens in our house, so my heart goes out to you, dear Yehuda. But hey, washing dishes in the house is better than washing dishes at the restaurant.

Husbands turn to do the dishes - Funny Cartoon

This is bang on. Last time when I refused to remove my shirt, my wife asked me, “Is it because you are shaped like a mushroom?”
I looked straight into her eyes and said, “Hey, I may be shaped like a mushroom, but you do know that I am a fun-gi!”

Husband shy to take his shirt off - Funny Cartoon

Folks who have a bad hair day every day, won’t be able to relate to this. Neither would the guys who don’t have hair to start with.

Wife has band hair day and husband scared - Funny Cartoon

You know what I hate more than forgetting important days? When my wife forgets them. But when it comes to Valentine’s Day I don’t mind my wife forgetting the day.

Wife forgets valentine's day - Funny Cartoon

This is so true. The strength of a relationship can be gauged by the amount space the husband gets in a selfie. The lesser the space he gets, the stronger the bond.

Husband and wife take a selfie - Funny Cartoon

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I have been my wife’s traveling pillow for long. Maybe that’s why I walk with one shoulder down. And no, it is not from the weight of my wife’s drool.

Husband is wife's travelling pillow - Funny Cartoon

This doesn’t happen in our house. Maybe because we have been married for 13 years. Or maybe because my wife believes in letting the booty go, and if it was your booty it wouldn’t get lost.

Wife defends her booty - Funny Cartoon

Terrorist Sabzar Ahmad Bhat’s death reveals solution to Kashmir problem

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Today the Indian Army killed Sabzar Ahmad Bhat, one of the top operational commanders of Hizbul Mujahedeen, in an encounter in Tral, in Jammu and Kashmir. He was one of the eight terrorists killed by the Indian army in two separate encounters in Jammu and Kashmir.

Sabzar Ahmad Bhat had taken over from Burhan Wani, who was killed in July 2016. I can hazard a guess as to why Sabzar Ahmad Bhat didn’t last even a year – he didn’t get proper KT (also known as Knowledge Transfer) from Burhan Wani. Don’t we all know how difficult it is to get into a project after your predecessor’s notice period is over.

While some Indians are celebrating the killing of these terrorists some are not (those that see them as freedom fighters), one guy is very pissed. The man at heaven’s (or hell’s) gates –

Anyway, coming back to the topic at hand. Did you know that Sabzar Ahmad Bhat loved a girl and wanted to marry her but since the girl’s family refused he joined Hizbul Mujahideen. A true rebel. Huffington post carried this news about Sabzar Ahmad Bhat’s failed love story for the first time here.

This revelation has got the Indian Army worried, for now, they expect Pakistan to sober up and send across different kinds of Pakistani bombs so that youngsters can be enticed and then marriage proposals refused.

While Pakistan is happy that now they will have a strategic shift in their terrorism policy, some Indians aren’t happy. The students at JNU have shared their reaction to Sabzar Ahmad Bhat’s killing. Some have also promised never to propose marriage to a girl or boy to express their solidarity with Sabzar Ahmad Bhat.

https://twitter.com/CriminalSingh/status/868418317224222720

It is believed that a lot of Indian intelligentsia is also not in a celebratory mood. Especially the likes of Barkha Dutt, Rana Ayyub, Sagarika Ghose, Nidhi Razdan etc. But who are we to comment.

https://twitter.com/lord_mahakaal/status/868403603462963202

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In all this one thing is clear. The solution to Kashmir problem is love – if Sabzar Ahmad Bhat’s girlfriend had agreed to his proposal, he would today be married with kids. And the poor fellow would be buying milk and vegetables for his house for the next 40 years….and would have stayed away from militancy.

So, would it be fair to say that terrorist Sabzar Ahmad Bhat’s death reveals solution to Kashmir problem?

I do NOT help my wife and you should also NEVER help your wife

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A friend came to my house for coffee, we sat and talked about life. At some point in the conversation, I said, “I’m going to wash the dishes and I’ll be right back.”

He looked at me as if I had told him I was going to build a space rocket. After being quite for some time, he said with admiration: “I’m glad you help your wife. I do not help because my wife does not praise me when I help her. Last week I washed the floor and there was no thanks.”

After I was done with my dishes, I went back to him and explained that I did not “help” my wife. Actually, my wife does not need help, she needs a partner. I am a partner at home.

I do not help my wife clean the house because I live here too and I need to clean it too.

I do not help my wife to cook because I also want to eat and I need to cook too.

I do not help my wife wash the dishes after eating because I also use those dishes.

I do not help my wife with her children because they are also my children and my job is to be a father.

I do not help my wife to wash, spread or fold clothes because the clothes are also mine and my family’s.

I am not a help at home, I am part of the house. And as for praising, I asked my friend when it was the last time after his wife had finished cleaning the house, washing clothes, changing bed sheets, bathing in her children, cooking, organizing, etc. he said thank you. Not a normal thank you but something from the depths of his heart.

He said he hadn’t because till now he had thought it was all her job.

Guys,
Let us give her a hand. Let us behave like true companions. Let us not behave like guests who only come to eat, sleep, bathe and satisfy needs other needs. Let us start feeling at home in our own house.

Agree with this? Help a woman, share this with everybody.

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Game of Thrones fans reaction to GOT season seven official trailer

Ever since the Game of Thrones season seven official trailer was released, the GOT fans have gone crazy. Using a two-minute trailer HBO has successfully hooked millions of Game of Thrones fans for the July 16 release of the seventh season. Lets now look at the Game of Thrones fans reaction to GOT season seven official trailer.

Like all good trailers, this one too raises more questions in the minds of the GOT fan, than answers. But isn’t that what we have started to expect from the GOT team? Just in case you haven’t watched the trailer, watch it below:

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Game of Thrones fans had been waiting for this trailer for long. In fact, some didn’t make it till the trailer arrived.

What made the long wait worth it is the quality and suspense in the trailer. The Game of Thrones fans have reacted as only they can react to the official GOT release.

The problem with trailers is that they make the waiting difficult. After having seen the amazing visuals, storyline, and dialogues of season seven of Game of Thrones, now the wait till July 16 seems difficult.

Talking of story line, we strongly recommend Independent’s shot-by-shot breakdown of the Game of Thrones trailer where they dissect 42 stills from the GOT trailer.

Game of Thrones fans are excited that Queen Cersei is getting her troops together for battle, and Jon Snow is preparing to wage his war in North. The best part though is that Daenerys and her dragons are making their way back to Westeros targeting the Iron throne.
There are rumors that in season seven Tyrion also gets a Dragon. We couldn’t confirm this though. 😉

If you had seen the trailer and had become happy…please be warned, that dragon in the trailer is not your mother-in-law. In case your father in law has still not killed her, she must be at her home.

For whatever reason, everyone doesn’t seem to be happy with Daenerys riding her Drogon into open warfare.

https://twitter.com/BilboRocky/status/866987065573076994

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In fact, Bruce Wayne of Batman fame has also shown his displeasure at the GOT trailer. He isn’t happy that his place as the King of the night is being taken over by Night’s King, first of the White Walkers.

Historians point out that this Game of Thrones season seven trailer is the first GOT trailer after Donald Trump has become the President of USA. So it has a ‘yuge’ significance. Especially because the fans believe that King Joffrey will grow up to be Donald Trump. Or let us just say Donald Trump is a grown up King Joffrey.

And then there are the non-believers who don’t understand the fun of Game of Thrones.
https://www.instagram.com/p/BUhADsmDGVW/

But who are we to worry? Knowing George RR Martin, all of the non-believers will soon be killed.

Roger Moore was the funniest James Bond we ever had

Roger Moore, the longest serving James Bond – over 12 years and seven movies – is no more. This is not an obituary but a celebration of the humor and fun Roger Moore was known for. That’s right, Roger Moore was the funniest James Bond we ever had.

In fact, when he was selected as the replacement for Sean Connery, his first comment was on the irony of being James Bond. He is known to have said, “James Bond is not a real spy. You can’t be a real spy and have everybody in the world know who you are and what your drink is. That’s just hysterically funny.”

Despite his opinion of the character James Bond, Roger Moore went on to play the character for the longest time possible.

Sir Roger Moore, 89 was a wonderful actor and lovely man who passed away after a brief struggle with cancer. May his soul rest in peace (now that Cold War is over).

He brought both humor and panache to James Bond movies. He was sophisticated and yet unpretentious, which allowed him to see through himself, and his role as James Bond and the Cold War plots he acted in.

He even went to the extent of making fun of his acting skills. He is known to have said: “I am talentless. I have three expressions: eyebrow up, eyebrow down and both at the same time.”

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His sense of humor didn’t take a nosedive with age. It only improved. Once he crossed 70 he is known to have said, “You can either grow old gracefully or begrudgingly. I chose both.” Classy guy, indeed.

Here is one more example of how Roger Moore was imaginative and used his imagination to keep people around him happy. Read both the stories.

One thing he never made fun of was the fact that he may have killed villains across all continents as James Bond, but at home, he was subjected to domestic violence at the hands of his two wives.

Roger Moore was my generation’s, James Bond. He was tough. He was a smartass. He knew how to deliver. While in all his seven James Bond movies he was always on the ‘hunt to kill’ he was a staunch supporter of animals.

Roger Moore never took anything seriously enough and would have wanted us to laugh away his death as well. To celebrate a James Bond life well lived, here are some Bond jokes which would have made Roger Moore smile.

Best James Bond Jokes

Please find below some of the best James Bond jokes we could find on the net.

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Bond Joke 1

Roger Moore is sitting at a bar in his tux, nursing a vodka martini, when a stunning brunette sits at the empty barstool to his left and confidently orders a vodka martini of her own.

BOND: I admire your choice, Miss…?
BRUNETTE: Conda. Anna Conda.  [Looks at Bond’s left hand]. I admire your wristwatch, Mr…?

BOND: Bond, James Bond.  Thanks, it’s an Omega.  A remarkable feat of engineering, if I may say so — I designed it myself.

BRUNETTE [coldly and objectively]: Oh please, do tell.

BOND: Well Anna, in addition to telling the time, it’s a Geiger counter, a powerful magnet, and a saw that can slice through rope.

BRUNETTE [still unimpressed]: All you are saying may be true.  Go on.

BOND: Best of all, it has a high-definition video camera that can store up to 12 hours of footage.

BRUNETTE: I don’t believe you.

BOND: Fine, I’ll prove it to you.  Tell me about…oh, your dress.  [Bond positions the watch so that the camera is focused on Anna, and proceeds to record 60 seconds of footage as Anna describes her clothing.]

BOND: OK, let’s see the recording.  [Bond hits the playback, which to both of their surprise shows 60 seconds of Anna naked in bed making bedroom eyes and lascivious gestures to the camera].

BRUNETTE [horrified]: You presume a great deal, Mr. Bond.  What the hell was that?

BOND: [tapping the watch, annoyed]:  Oh bloody hell, damn thing’s an hour fast.

Bond Joke 2

“Oh come on Melina Havelock, come to bed.”
“No James!” She sighs, “I know you special forces types. You’ll be in and out before I know anything about it.”

Bond Joke 3

Roger Moore’s favorite treat at Christmas time? Mince spies.

Bond Joke 4

Roger Moore: Will I need any other protection?
Q: Only if you don’t want any more children, 007.

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Humor in Aishwarya Rai’s fashion at Cannes festivals, and other girl fights

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Hey, we all love Aishwarya Rai. Don’t we? I mean, it has been 23 years since she won the Miss Universe and we don’t seem to get enough of her. Aishwarya Rai is 43 years old and we are still drooling over her (Sorry Abhishek!).

Since we are on the subject, let me tell you that the only reason I didn’t marry Aishwarya Rai is because I wouldn’t have liked more than a billion men drooling over my wife. On second thoughts, drooling would have been alright…but that other thing…wouldn’t have been able to semen. Sorry, typo…wouldn’t be able to see ’em.

Class, after all has no expiry. And maybe that’s why even at 43, Aishwarya Rai looked so refreshing in an Indian Cinderella look at the Cannes film festival. This is one Cinderella who isn’t going to run away from the ball.

Am glad she left her pumpkin behind. I am talking about Cinderella’s pumpkin-chariot and not Abhishek Bachchan.

Humor in Aishwarya Rai’s fashion at Cannes festival

But it hasn’t always been an easy ride for the Indian queen of hearts. If you remember, last year Aishwarya Rai at Cannes was a disaster with her purple lips. A few even called it the perplexed purple. Some wondered who her fashion coach was. But we got the answer this year…her coach is a pumpkin. Didn’t get it? (Hint: Cinderella!)

Last year, it was as if Aishwarya Rai was competing with Sonam Kapoor for the funniest dress trophy. But then, Sonam Kapoor won hands down with her rumali roti dress. Yes, that’s what the South Indians had called it back then.

The North Indians didn’t want to be left behind. To compare Sonam Kapoor’s dress to rumali roti was an insult to the North Indians so the upset lot started comparing Sonam Kapoor’s dress to a dosa.

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Finally better sense prevailed and all Indians agreed to call it a pizza and close the discussion. We did drift a bit there with all that information about Sonam Kapoor so let’s get back to Aishwarya Rai.

Last year Aishwarya’s purple lipstick had raised quite a few funny jokes:

Purple lips happen when Asian paints sponsors you

Purple lips happen when black currant is your favorite flavor

Purple lips happen when your husband picks your lipstick

Purple lips happen when you have a flaw in your dress and you want no one to notice it

Purple lips happen when you have kalakhatta just before Cannes festival

Damn, and we went straight back to 2016 Cannes Film Festival. Coming back to the 2017 edition of the Cannes festival, while Aishwarya Rai is in the lead, Deepika Padukone still hasn’t given up the fight.

https://twitter.com/xParShForeverx_/status/865654401968611328

Missing from this Cannes fight is Priyanka Chopra. Want to know why she couldn’t make it? Well, she is busy doing this.

https://twitter.com/landofpriyanka/status/863856207202848768

As for Sonam Kapoor who is also missing from the 2017 film festival edition. Well, she is busy making dosa at home. No, wait, rumali roti. What the hell….pizza!

Best Poonam Pandey stripping for cricket jokes

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Poonam Pandey, is an Indian legend for having motivated the Indian cricket team to ICC World Cup 2015 triumph in South Africa by promising to strip naked if the Indians won. The Indian model would go on and strip for a few more Indian cricketing victories, but this was her first.

This promise by Poonam Pandey to strip if the Indians won, got a lot of jokes going. Some are listed below:

# Now that India has won, who is the only male in India who is upset about Poonam Pandey stripping?
Answer: Her Boyfriend (her father gave up sometime during India-Sri Lanka’s second innings)

# Dhoni is having a tough time explaining to his wife that his final’s performance had got nothing to do with Poonam Pandey

# 2011 cricket world cup final was fixed. Poonam Pandey fixed it!

# Apparently after hitting the final shot Dhoni asked Yuvraj: “Do you see Poonam Pandey in the crowd?”

# Yuvraj & Dhoni say “We won it for Tendulkar.” Yeah right! We know it was for Poonam Pandey

# Afridi: “We lacked a Poonam Pandey!”

# Poonam Pandey has started it. She just removed her earrings.

# Poonam Pandey protested against her school uniform, because it was “too concealing”.

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Father walked whole month for son who wouldn’t walk 50 meters

My parents hated going out to eat. In fact even when we were traveling and stranded outdoors at odd times, we would still stretch ourselves, reach home, cook food and then eat. As a child, I hated this. Even my two sisters hated it. But both my mother and my father didn’t see anything wrong in this.

“Why eat out when you can have home cooked food?” My father would ask.

And my mother would chip in.“In our ancestral homes, the workers used to be given lunch and dinner in the veranda. I don’t want to be sitting in somebody else’s place and eat like a worker.”

“But ma, we are paying them. They aren’t giving us food because we can’t afford it.” My arguments never reached the intended conclusions.

By 1995 I was attending college and started meeting richer kids. I started hearing stories from my friends on how they visited such-and-such restaurant and had great family bonding time.

“You know Santosh’s whole family of eight visited Pandian Hotel for a buffet.”

“Isn’t buffet where you go and pick up your own food?” My mother would ask. “How distasteful,” she would add.

“Why is it distasteful?” I would frown.

“Imagine…what kind of a host wouldn’t serve you food where you are sitting? It is as if saying go-there-is-your-food go-get-it.”

My father would agree. “I would never set my foot inside such a place,” he would complement my mother thoughts.

My sisters and I suspected that my parents were against eating out because it would cost them more money. On the advice of my elder of the two younger sister I tried to find out how much a lunch would cost in such restaurants.

Now the question was to ask the right person. Somebody who wouldn’t judge me. Nitish Popli was a rich classmate I had while I was doing BA Economics in American College, Madurai. I approached him.

“Nitish bhai, you go to restaurants on Sundays, don’t you?” Back then, Sundays were the weekends.

“Yes indeed.” He was least interested.

“So, how much does it cost per person?” I closed my eyes after asking the question, just so I don’t see his expressions.

“Depends on which restaurant you go to.” He was still least interested.

Since I didn’t know the names of any good restaurant, I decided to rely on him. “What is the starting range? And what is the maximum?”

“Let us take Saravana Bhavan for example. The Unlimited Thali is Rs 20 and if you enter the Family Room, which is air conditioned, the same Unlimited Thali will cost you Rs 25.”

Please note this was still 1995, the days before the IT industry had taken off and increased the cost of living for all others.

The moment I reached home from college, and my mother opened the door for me I blurted out. “Amma, Unlimited Thali at Saravana Bhavan is only Rs 20 in non-AC and Rs 25 in the AC room.”

Our landline hadn’t been working, else I would have called them from an STD booth itself.

“What?” Was my mother’s only response. On my insistence, it was decided that once father was back we would discuss the issue.

My father came back home by 8 pm, and I just couldn’t hold it. But my sister beat me to it by running to open the door for my father and shouting right at his face. “The Unlimited Thali is only Rs 25 in the air-conditioned room of Saravana Bhavan.”

“I know. What about that?”

The ground slid from under our feet. So our father knew. So he had been cheating on us. He had been going out and eating in restaurants but never taking us there. This was gross injustice, we thought.

Being the eldest child in the family I had to take control of the situation. So, I called my two younger sisters (one was 16 years old and the other was 13) into a room and we agreed to go on a Hunger Strike. Anna Hazare would later steal my idea and use it to get the LokPal Bill passed.

Being the anointed spokesperson of the group, I spoke out first. “We will not have food till you promise us that we will be visiting a restaurant soon.”

At 10 pm, our parents buckled and agreed to take us to Saravana Bhavan the next Sunday. But not before telling us how the lunch would cost Rs 125 for all five of us. And how this money would have been enough to buy one month’s supply of cooking oil or 15 days supply of vegetables.

The next day I was raring to go to college. Once in, I informed Nitesh Popli that we were going to Saravana Bhavan for lunch the coming Sunday. He seemed least interested and didn’t even acknowledge.

From that day onwards, our house food didn’t taste good. We were yearning for the restaurant food. My parents knew what we were thinking, but kept to themselves.

Next Sunday, we all got up at 6 am itself. By 8 am we had all taken bath and put on our best clothes. My parents didn’t seem to be in a hurry.

By 12 noon, my father made one last ditch attempt to dissuade us from going to the restaurant. He said, “Why don’t I buy a kg of chicken and you guys help me cook. We can all then have a hearty meal in the house itself.”

My younger sister spoke up. She said, “But that’s something we do every Sunday.”

My father’s face fell. So did my mother’s. But we were least interested. We wanted to go to Saravana Bhavan for lunch.

My father called the auto rickshaw. If only I were accompanying them we would have gone by the Pandian Bus Service. But since my sisters were also accompanying us – I always suspected him to be more loving towards them – he had booked an auto.

At 12 noon, we hit the road – all five of us huddled in an auto. Since I was the most able-bodied I was asked to sit next to the auto driver.

My sisters and I haven’t been able to recreate the joy we experienced walking into Saravana Bhavan, that fateful Sunday afternoon. In the last 16 years I would have dined at the best of places, but never felt the joy walking in that I felt that Sunday.

Since I was walking ahead of the pack, the waiter motioned me to a table in the non-AC section. With great pride I waved my hand and said, “We are heading for the air conditioned section.”

It was quite a family affair. My parents, who till now were against eating out, also partied. After lunch my father asked for the desserts and we even ended up spending Rs 5 extra per person.

We came home an excited lot. It was the best Sunday we had ever had. Well, that’s if we didn’t include the Sunday when we watched the only movie we have seen in a theatre as a family in the last 30 years – the 3D movie Kutti Chatan (Chotta Chettan, in Hindi).

Once back, my parents had gotten into their shell again. “We have now had food in a restaurant. That’s all. This shouldn’t become a habit.” My mother said. Which I was sure my father agreed to.

Later in the day, I overheard my father tell my mother that the whole outing had cost us Rs 220. Rs 125 (lunch for all), Rs 25 (dessert for all), Rs 20 (food for autorickshaw driver) and Rs 50 (autorickshaw fare).

I also heard my father say: “That’s ok. Don’t worry. We will manage.” And my mother followed it up with: “Yes, I know we will.”

Being a teenager, I didn’t think about it much then.

——–Present———

As you are aware, I was in the beach-side Tirchendor temple in Tamil Nadu recently for offering prayers on the 5th death anniversary of my father. My mother and I had found the priest who was to help us with the prayers. All three of us had to walk 50 meters barefoot on beach sand heated by the 10 am sun. Not a difficult task but I started complaining. I started questioning my mother’s insistence that we do the annual ritual for my father in Tirchendor.

My mother looked at me in disbelief. Then her expression changed to that of love.

She said: “Remember, when you were in college and with your sisters you went on a hunger strike?”

“Ohh yes.”

“You wanted us to visit Saravana Bhavan for lunch?”

“Ohh yes. Those were good times.”

‘For you…yes. They were good times.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your father had just retired and we had also built our house, which had cost a lot more than estimated.”

“Ohh…is that so? I didn’t know.”

“That was our intention. We were really cash strapped back then but your father didn’t want you to know.”

“Ohhh….”

“I wanted him to share the family’s financial situation with you. But he didn’t. He said it might affect your studies.”

“Ohhh…”

“Yes. And did you know? After taking you guys out for lunch he didn’t ride his scooter for a month so that he could save on the fuel cost?”

“Ohhh…..”

“Yes…he walked 3 kilometers up and down every day for a month. Sometimes twice a day.”

“Shit!”

“Yes. But he loved you a lot. You can walk this distance for him, can’t you?”

“Yes, ma. I can.”

After walking the 50 meters or so, as I sat down facing the sun for the prayers, my mother took the corner of her saree to wipe the tears in my eyes. “Ahhh…just some sand in my eyes,” I tried to fake it. But my mother would know.

As the Brahman chanted the mantras, I tried to recollect that month. Yes indeed, it had stuck me as odd. For almost a month my father didn’t take out his scooter and instead walked 3 kilometers up and down whenever my mother asked him to fetch something from the market.

I remember, once I had muttered under my breath: “What a miser!”