The story unfolds...

Scene: morning, inside apartment. The hero has just woken up, and has finished his bath. The father comes into the room.

Father: son, have you done potty?
Hero: no dad.
Father: son, do potty! Your grandfather will have to try to fit into an airplane bathroom if you don't do potty now!
Hero: I don't wanna potty now!
Father: son! Drink water, walk around! Move those bowels!
Hero: dad!!!!
(Sadly, potty does not happen at home).

Scene change: travelled to airport to drop off hero and his grandfather. Distraught farewell.
Father: son! You still haven't done potty! Oh the agony! How will my father take care of you! Nooooooooo! Grandfather, pls make sure he drinks a lot of water and does potty before he gets on the flight! What will you do otherwise!!
(Sadly, potty has not shown any inclination to visit at the time of the farewell)

Scene change: father back home, missing our hero, phone call before the final departure.
Father: grandfather, did potty happen!? Noooo!!?? Oh no!!!!
Grandfather: what shall I do! Oh woe is me!! How will I manage the child!!
Father: take care father! I wish you all the best!!! (Chokes in fear).

Scene change: grandfather has landed, hero has still not done potty. Grandmother has stepped into the picture.
Father: grandmother, do we have any symptoms of touchdown?
Grandmother: not yet! What time was the last touchdown?
Father: 9:00 pm yesterday!
Grandmother: I shall take immediate action! Do not fear! Amama is here!
Father: my son! Be well!

And the saga continues, as we wait for our hero to finally make it to the bathroom and drop the vile and vicious potty!!!
(Hero's action throughout the scenes: oblivious unconcern).

Age..

Takes away a youthful energy. A childhood optimism. Focuses your energy more on things that can go wrong and less on the fun that can happen. And to people in art, takes away the very talent, the very soul that drove you for so many years. It breaks your heart to see a singer who cannot sing as well, a dancer who cannot move, an artist who can barely talk, a model who has lost her looks... Age suddenly makes a hero a sudden heart patient. A cool mom a memory.

Old age is cruel... And youth is never prepared for what it can do.

Traffic

Traffic is a normal (yet frustrating) part of our loves in Mumbai at least. And I just realized - we can get through the traffic, if we can only explain what caused it. Our minds want to believe that each day there is a reason for the traffic - a road re-work, burst pipe, festival, car break down. But if we spend 1-2 hours more than 'usual' and don't have a reason for it, we are even more frustrated, because what made us lose that time? There has to be a reason!!!! Else how we get through the next one?!?