My father's guys

Dad's school friends came over yesterday. I was hoping for some scandalous scoop from the time, before, my mom, let alone I, came into the picture. Why does the last sentence sound a bit off? 

Anyway, nothing much came out, at least not the kind of beans you'd expect to be spilled from your father's school days. Rather, one particularly cringe-worthy line came from one of the friends.... "Your dad was a good guy.", which in my opinion, means "Kid, your dad didn't do much." 

Now, I hope my father really never reads this, or for that matter, anything I write. 

The group that came over, wasn't a tight one, back in 1979, when they parted ways. Over 30 years down, nostalgia and Facebook just happened to bring the gang together. Strangely touching. I can't even imagine my close chaps and myself, what we'd look like , or talk about, 30 years from now. And to be honest, imagination has better uses, I suppose. 

There were upsides to the whole get-together though. The gang had a lady. And I can only begin to imagine how gorgeous the woman would have looked, when she was younger. See? I told you. Imagination has better uses! I'm pretty sure that my dad had the hots for her, but never mustered the nerve to tell her anything. How I know if my dad had his hots for this female, you ask? It's kind of in the genes. Like father, like son, you see?

Actually, the woman would have looked just a bit more than good, when she left school. She played basketball. Ladies who play basketball..... I love ladies who play basketball. I love ladies in general, but that's completely besides the point. And here's yours truly falling flat for a 54 year-old woman. Hell! I should have been in place of my dad in 1979. Yes, it would have been a decade after Woodstock. But no one would have noticed. I hope. Nah! Now's better. But what a lovely lady! She's a teacher. And she chugs beer. Just like the principal, Ms.Mullins from School of Rock!

"If you wanna be a teacher's pet,(Oohh.. la la la la)

Maybe you should better forget it! (Oohh.. la la la la)

Rock got no reason, rock got no rhyme! (Oohh.. la la la la)

You better get me to school on time!!!"

Almost forgot, "She's the Man!"

If you are wondering what the last paragraph or so was all about, I've got one word for you. DIE!

Having said that, I have missed out on a big chunk of modern pop culture myself. I haven't read, nor watched the Lord of the Rings, Chronicles of Narnia, or even Game of Thrones series. That, I feel, is a bit of a bummer. I am neither a big fan of Star Wars, or Star Trek, again something I regret a bit. Not that they are going anywhere. And thankfully, I also have skipped out on F.R.I.E.N.D.S and "How I met your mother", the latter in which, apparently no one gets to know how anyone ever gets to meet anyone's mother. 

The last bit, that of not having watched the two insanely popular shows, is very lightening to the soul. Every English talking yuppie boasts about having watched both of them. To them, I say, get a life!

Oh crap! I was talking about the gorgeous lady from my dad's school. Also part of the gang was one of the coolest 50+ year old chap I've met so far. He was so smart, that no body, except for his wife and I could even understand his jokes. That sucked a little. He shot a joke at my dad. My dad didn't grasp it. The bugger condescendingly patted my dad on the shoulder. I wanted to sock him in the face, right there. The fellow is a stock broker. His now-wife, distributed his wedding cards during his first marriage. He smokes, reads, and goofs around like he knows no tomorrow. He listens to Frank Zappa. And yes, he does pot! And he doesn't mind making it public. He at least revealed to me that my dad never smoked pot, something I'd understood a long time ago, but wasn't sure of. The lack of misadventures in my dad's life is a bit of a concern for me. Or maybe, I've met none of his close chappies.   

The only other chap in the gang, to remain so far unmentioned, is a rather uninspiring fellow. He's a scientist at the Bhabha Atomic Research Centre. He looks the part. He also looked like the guy who'd secretly jerk off to the photo of the girl he likes; the photo he clicked while stalking the female in question. Needless to say that the girl doesn't even know that he exists. The fellow had an obnoxiously tight handshake, acquired from seemingly years of relentlessly clearing his pipes. Damn! I should apply for the role of Sherlock Holmes in the BBC TV series.

Besides, this friend of my father had an orange bush for a mustache, and a complete irreverence to any topic that the gang was discussing throughout the evening. Worst of all, he wore shiny black, pointy, crocodile leather shoes. That's plain fucking ugly.

That was my version of "Close encounters of the third kind". And I'm just about to watch the movie. Another reason for happiness is that the guests did not finish all the ice-cream. There's two family-packs worth of it left in the freezer. Oh Yeah!