The big R gets it right, finally!

My dad has his share of idiosyncrasies. He's got an absurd hatred for coughing. Although his mode of rebuke for non-compliance of the no-coughing rule was nothing but a frown-n-stare, I clearly remember a time in my childhood when I was actually scared of coughing when he was around. I probably still carry residues of that fear.

His other spoilsporty behavior comes from his almost irrational paranoia of water and its hidden dangers. He has a dire warning prepared for whenever I am going to a place that has a geographical feature that can hold more than a bucket of water. Yesterday as I was leaving for Bheemeshwari he delivered his usual doomsday address. As always, I shrugged it off and as always, dad hated it. When we reached our destination there was a warning board that adopted the same alarmist tone as my dad. Before I could shrug that one off too, I spotted this 6-footer basking in the water. 

Definitely made my day. My dad's too!

The 10k run - edition 4

I want to believe that line from a Dylan song "I was so much older then. I'm younger than that now". Unfortunately, I can't say that about my finish times in the 10k (sunfeast 10k all these days, TCS 10k now) run over the last 3 years. Depressing!