Me, Dad and Mallika Sherawat

Me: (sank into the couch with a not-so-elegant posture, watching homely Mallika on MTV)

TV: “Mayya Mayya” from Guru. volume at 40 units (potential: 50 units)

Pappa (Dad): (rushed downstairs from upstairs) and expresses in primitive malayalam – eda nayindey moaney!!…sound korkyu da..….(Tr: Oh Son of the King! please reduce the volume..)

Me: (as if heard nothing, continued drooling over Mallika lecherously) mmuah..mmmuah..."

Pappa: (in a more refined malayalam) Eda thendi, ninnoda nyan sound korkyaan paryunadhu...endha chevi kekuley..??? (Oh richman! please reduce the volume)

Me: (gave a pleasant look at him, and turned to Mallika again)

Pappa: (turned red with anger and rolled up his designer lungi (brand "Kunjuraman Thuni Mills"))

Me: (being rolled-up-lungi-phobic since childhood, I instantly reduced the volume to 15 units) *sulking* "what dad, you never allow me to freely watch my favourites" I turned around and shouted towards the kitchen "Noku ammachi..achan enne TV kaanaan vidunilla"(mummy, see, dad is not allowing me to watch TV...)

Pappa: (nervously) "Why...why do you call mom for everything?....ok...call her....but this time I am not going to give up..."

Me: (on seeing dad was approaching me) *shout* "Ammachiiiiiiii..."

Ammachi: (from kitchen) "Poda patti..!! Achanum kanaka, monum kanaka!" (Tr: baap ek numberi, beta dus numberi)

Pappa: (takes a glance at Mallika in the TV and then looks at me) "Chi chi.!! Nindey jeevidham naayi nakki poyi daa..!!!" (translation skipped for personal reasons)
(He continued further) "Is this what your favourite is, ah? Is this what your friends watch too..especially that spectacles guy, whatz his name, ah? (he continued walking up the stairs) "Mannerless woman dancing naked, chah!! ....today’s youth is totally spoiled. This generation.....chi chi..!!"

Me: (continued drooling over Mallika….Muaaah.. mmuaah.. mmmuah!!)