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Scolding

There was a time when every time Brahm Mohan and his son Santhomohan had a rival encounter with Math. But now the time has gone a bit, now the shift has changed, Brijmohan has become a child. Learn how?

Taking the son's math kapi from the floor, Bharati suppressed the sari's pallu between her teeth. His throat was heavy. Looking at Brijmohan, he said, "If you did not do so angry with the son on the talk, you would have given him a clear explanation of the question, he would have a good math result."

Brij Mohan was silent.

Bharti again said, "Has anyone ever got any good from being angry? Babuji says that in your childhood, you used to get good marks in Math, so that I send it to you every day and you are there that give it only to you every day. "

Now, Brijmohan also felt like rain, "Look, you see this question. Can not even do this. Remember your son neither table nor anything else I am explaining the same thing so many times and what to do? Can I break my head? ''

Bharti looked quietly at her husband for a while. Then, taking Santnohan out of the room. The poor eyes went with the mother being bathed.

That's the daily routine. After returning from work, Brijmohan returned to work after teaching his son to drink tea. The rest of the things are going on in the right direction, but once the math arrives, there is a daily collision of the train. Then it does not accumulate to teach.

In the same way life's railroad keeps running on day and year treks. Now Santoshnah grew up. After MSc, he was running for a PhD from a good place. Today, the examinations are held here today.

Poor Brij Mohan takes some writing papers for letters. Somewhere there is some splash. Earlier, poor people used to recite repeatedly by hand writing. In the first place, if all the editors did not return the composed compositions and came back, then seeing the plight of him, he could not be sent again. So to come to computers in the house, it was proved to be boon for them. Having competed in photocopiers, he learned to type Hindi on his own computer. Now send photocopies of any composition as often as you want. But still the car would get trapped somewhere.

It's a matter of time, after the blue screen of the computer, when the desktops icon came, they startled, what is this? There was a photo of my Bitadanad on desktops. Where did this desert come from instead of that? He said to the son, "Saints, how did this picture of the desktop change?"

"Oh papa, you too are scared of just about everything," Santamohan said to the bathing bathroom, "You just do your job. Everything is fine.''

In the same way, sometimes the slightest inconvenienced trouble. Poor people get upset. For one day, 'sh' comes as often as 'pressing' keyboard for 'sh'. Then called the son, "Hey santa, what has happened?"

The son came in hardly and said, "Daddy, do not you? It's not visible, is the capital loss? ''

''so?''

Now, Santhonhan quips, "Then the letters that come from pressing the keyboard by pressing the keyboard will come. Open the door. ''

"O," Brijmohan is convinced.

Returning from the Kumbh Mela of Prayag, he said, "Nowadays, I will only load the photos in the computer from the camera or else I will learn how?"

But then the car failed. That too at a small point. He connected the camera to the CPU. But he was stuck in a photograph with a computer-file and taken into a photograph file. Again, Ladle had to call, "Saints, come, my son, save me."

Santoshohan was working at the thesis while sitting near his study table. At the earliest he has to do the final and type of computer in the type. In the middle, listening to the voice of Daddy, he stood up weeping, "What's the matter, Papa?" If not, then do not leave I will see it in leisure. "

Now her mother came out of the kitchen, "Why is her father scolding poor? Do not go, take a look at what is getting stuck. You know, then only you do not say to you. "Bharti, who is said to be in the cup of tea, entered inside. Brijmohan was sitting depressed in confusion. Bharti asked, "What happened?" What's wrong? '

"Now, to run the computer, son's scolding has to be heard," Brijmohan said, had children.

"Saints have scolded you? Do you too Got bad on such a thing? Hey, he has to fulfill his project work. To show the head. "

So Santamohan too came in, "I have explained to you so many times, Daddy. You do not care about anything, saying, "He started transferring the camera's photo to the computer," Just, did not it? That's the case. "

"Why would you scold me so much for such a thing?" Brijmohan's voice probably got some heavy.

"Daddy, you are a child too. Remember, when I used to make mistakes in math in my childhood, how much did you scold me?

Bharti shouted to the son with a smile, "So are you now taking revenge from your daddy? Wow.''

The son grabbed the father with his hands tightly and started rubbing his face on his head, "Did you go crying? Please Daddy, Sauri, who lives so much. ''

Bharti felt that both the eyes of Bababeta were shining like stars.