Baba retired on June 30, 2010. Ma and I have long dreaded the date and this morning, a bare week after the deed, our fears have been realised.
I was dozing in bed when Vicky came into the room and said, "Your dad's retired."
Vicky: "You can tell. He sent us a mail this morning with a statistical analysis of the boy's height and growth pattern."
I: "And what did he deduce?"
Vicky: "That he's growing at the rate of 1" every 100 days."
And this, gentle readers, will be the pattern for the rest of my miserable life until Baba Roy finds gainful employment again. Looking on the brighter side, the rest of my miserable life should not be very long.