Appa loves to use that word.
It is the most versatile word EVER.
Dubious fellow, he says about The Boy.
Dubious means, he says of my neighbour, who is buying yet another large property in an upscale area.
Dubious going-ons, he says about the general state of the nation and after too much news channel viewing.
Dubious. Dubious. Dubious.
Yesterday while we were driving back from some reception, he announced that the bride and groom’s alliance had been fixed under dubious circumstances. I woke up from my immense boredom in the back-seat and found a sudden burst of energy at the prospect of some scandal.
Amma gave appa a kick and asked him to concentrate on driving and not put any more dubious ideas inside my head. This led to appa losing control of the car and the deck hitting the road divider.
The garage guy tells Appa that this is going to make him poorer by eight thousand rupees.
Dubious fellow, Appa muttered.
Clearly, I am surrounded by freaks. Is it any wonder then, I turned out the way that I have?
I confronted Appa on his obsession to use the D word as often, and told him that it was annoying. He pointed out that, it is as annoying my D word.
You mean Duck, I asked him.
No. I mean DILLIGAF, he said empathically.
Hell, you don’t even know what that means Appa, I said dismissively.
I sure do – Does It Look Like I Give A Fuck, he announced smugly.
Umm, and you found out how?
I Googled. What else.
Darn. You are sleuthing on me appa. I can’t even be free any more. What about my own space?
I also don’t like the F word, he said.
You mean Fuck? Bleh.
No. I mean free, he announced and dismissed me by going back to the Op-Ed page of the newspaper.
What can I say?
Fuck.
