The usual Indian father is a very sweet character!!!
He somehow knows, how to time things, near to perfection, even if, that's a disaster!!!
In the growing years, he would know exactly when to bribe you, with chocolates and ice-creams, to evaporate the fact, that he just smoked!!!
Then, usually, the only time, he would be concerned about your academics, would be the day, your results were due!!!
It's like, I give a damn to your bull shit syllabus, if you are not faring well, you are facing the wrath.
No pocket money!!!
And, they could forget your age and even your birthday, quite of habit, but, never could they forget the D-Day!!!
Such inherently perfect timing!!!
And then, in the arguments, he would often have with mom, none of which he would ever win, because he was literally scared of mom's nuclear weapon, TEARS!!!
And then, he would smartly smile to himself, in front of you, just like, he had it away!!!
The best part is, when it comes to achievements and laurels, you are a "dad's kid".
Failures???
You are your "mom's mistake"!!!
So damn PERFECT!!!
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