This is for a decade later

Last night, I was discussing with a friend how parenting is such an expensive affair. The diapers are costly and then there are baby talcs and comfortable shoes and school and sponsored romances until the child gets a job. And who knows how that is going to turn out?

Lately, I’ve been thinking of these things every time I open an empty wallet. Damn the end of month, which for me, begins every 15th.

I was droning on about how heartbreaking it is for a parent to see the child long for something and not be able to afford it. How, with limited means, one must assuage a little heart’s desires, or defer fulfilling them in the unseen future.

My pal, with humor as wry as rye, generally regards everything I tell him as bull. He pointed out that parenting is as much about polite dismissal as it is about money. Case in point is this joke.

Letter from son to father:

No mon,
No fun,
Your son.


Reply from father to son:

So sad,
Too bad,
Your dad.



I now hunt for similar correspondence between mother and daughter.

Comments

Anonymous said…
sponsored romances??? apparently my parents missed that memo...
Mukta Raut said…
Hey Vikram,

If you've ever watched Kyonki...., you'll notice that the men get the lengthiest dialogs. :-)

Hi Mr.X,

Good for you!
Ashish Gupta said…
// "sponsored romances"

Oh my gawd! only I know how well I can relate to this one!
=)) =))
Warble said…
Mother-daughter correspondence on junior's request for an advance for a night out:

Hi Mom
Need sum
For my tum

No dear
Skip beer
Eat here
Mukta Raut said…
hey warble!

excellent!

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