The Story of Two Mis-Fits

This is freaking high school. It is finals month.
Kids are cramming.
Moms are insisting the importance of cramming.
That is how the game is played this month.

Instead of studying, Adi is mixing Tamil movie dance hits and having me be the tester for his mixing skills with shared headphones.
I start out talking about the importance of grades..but quickly get sucked into the mixing gala and turn the discussion to how he could not only take over the Austin music scence but also gain valuble experience and make some really money if he DJed.

In this world of chasing grades and colleges, we are two mis-fits that don’t belong.

Do you think there is any hope for us?
I don’t see it.


Hopeless son.
Even more hopeless mom.

First Finals in High School

I know Adi is supposed to study and all.
But, I swear.
I never studied like “this” in high school.
He has never really studied up until he hit high school.

I want my son back.
I want to pull him out of this room.
I want to drive far far away from this madness.
I want to setup shop in a small town in the middle of nowhere.
I want to give him access to wifi so he can continue firing up those neurons with self-learning.
I want to wait and see how he is going to set this humanity on fire with his sheer brilliance.
And, I want to watch Thalaivar movies with him and live happily ever after.

I truly don’t care about his grades. Or, any of that BS drama called high school transition to college.

I know he will survive.

Alright. I will get of my pulpit and go make him some chai to get him through the rest of this evening.