A toast to good friends, and lousy (maybe just me) daddies
Give the man his beer, his boy his chips.
Can you picture a man, beer mug in hand, watching the world go by and his boy busy dipping his chips into loads of mayonnaise? Mommy may call it decadence. I call this real male bonding.
The irony is, I have never done this with my only son. Coming to know that a good friend will be having this great getaway from the humdrum of the daily grind tomorrow, makes my heart ache. God forbid, I have been an absent father! That I am here in Shanghai glued to the laptop (what's new) while my boy is at home whiling his time away watching Batman cartoon, pricks me no end:(.
So, there is always a tomorrow to make up for things, right? Well, there better be.
Can you picture three male friends, each at a different table beer-and-chips bonding with their only sons respectively? It will be a rare scene, I assure you -- how one dad savours his fifth mug of home-brewed beer in an hour, the other on the phone (oh you never learn!) for the immediate past half an hour (downing two mugs during the same time), and yet another busy sms-ing away (beer hardly touched; this is one pathetic chap in and out of office).
I have two friends in similar shoes to try this beer-and-chips-male-bonding-with-son one of these days.
Nevermind that the wise man says "one of these days is never one of these days".
The mere thought might just be intoxicating enough.
Can you picture a man, beer mug in hand, watching the world go by and his boy busy dipping his chips into loads of mayonnaise? Mommy may call it decadence. I call this real male bonding.
The irony is, I have never done this with my only son. Coming to know that a good friend will be having this great getaway from the humdrum of the daily grind tomorrow, makes my heart ache. God forbid, I have been an absent father! That I am here in Shanghai glued to the laptop (what's new) while my boy is at home whiling his time away watching Batman cartoon, pricks me no end:(.
So, there is always a tomorrow to make up for things, right? Well, there better be.
Can you picture three male friends, each at a different table beer-and-chips bonding with their only sons respectively? It will be a rare scene, I assure you -- how one dad savours his fifth mug of home-brewed beer in an hour, the other on the phone (oh you never learn!) for the immediate past half an hour (downing two mugs during the same time), and yet another busy sms-ing away (beer hardly touched; this is one pathetic chap in and out of office).
I have two friends in similar shoes to try this beer-and-chips-male-bonding-with-son one of these days.
Nevermind that the wise man says "one of these days is never one of these days".
The mere thought might just be intoxicating enough.
posted by blank sheet of paper | 3:47 pm
