At 6'O clock in the evening my wife goes for Organic Chemistry lectures, while I prepare myself for the thermodynamic tantrum of my 2 and half year old son. Within the first minute comes the first verdict - “Upaa”. The emotionally intelligent translation of the word is “take me to the terrace, I want to wreck havoc there”. Within 15 minutes, I start gasping for fresh air and plead mercy. The lowest order of punishment is awarded and I am ordered to take his majesty downstairs, keeping the emotional intelligent translation intact.
Within next 15 minutes all books, vases, modem and remotes have lost their dignified positions and keep waiting on the floor, waiting for further humiliation and insult. If he lays his hands on the PC, I wish I had a magic button. Pressing it should back up my entire 80 GB to an online location in less than 0.01 millisecond flat. Any delay would be useless.
Fifteen minutes are still to go and the refrigerator become the most lucrative target for him. A huge exchange mela takes place. The milk fruit and other perishables are transferred to the open cupboards while the stable ones like toys and books will find their way to the refrigerator.
All this movement and friction generated enough heat and the vapour pressure rises in the cranium. All I wish is that the chemistry teacher returns with some ice (cream) and lowers me down to the freezing point