Some more PJs

I came back from my aerobics class, tired. I saw my dad reading the newspaper. I had submitted some entry for an article in DNA. I wanted to see whether it was published. There was no chance of me getting the paper when my dad was reading it. I tried my luck.

"Daddy, DNA kodthya?"

"Yaavaaglo kottiddeeni. Even before you were born." He said it smiling at me. 

"Beligge beligge irritate maadthya? Hmmm.. You only read it." I started reading Bangalore Mirror.

After a few minutes, my dad spoke.

"Mirror kodu."

Finally, my turn.

"Sorry dad, I am not so strong."

"What?"

"Room nalli fix aagbittide. I can't pull it out."

My dad started laughing at this.

Our roads got some new boards with crosses, mains and street names. They gave some names of rivers. The previous road is named Tunga and ours Bhadra, with reference to the famous south Indian twin rivers Tunga-Bhadra. I had noticed it in the morning. I didn't think of it much. That evening when my dad returned, he was happy. He said

"I feel safer now.."

"You feel safer cos they put some crosses and mains??"

"No. Didn't you see the name? It says Bhadra Road."

"So?"

"Have you forgotten Kannada? Bhadra means Secure. This is a secure road." 

"Heights dad!!!!"