This is a post which is an exclusively personal experience. Any similarities to the experience in this post is purely coincidental and perhaps can happen.
In my house: Reading the newspaper = Being free.
Whenever I sit with the newspaper to devour the juicy bits and pieces of information that is fed, my mother invariably calls out to me to do some chores. This happens quite frequently. My sister will be doing something and I will be reading the newspaper when the door bell rings. The immediate response is: "Ask her to open the door, she is only reading the newspaper." The news item which I started off with a nice frame of mind, a good position in the chair gets altered and there I rush to open the door.
A few minutes later: Please check the milk. Pack the tiffin boxes too. Why me? You are just reading the newspaper only.
Now reading the newspaper requires a particular spirit. The letters and words beckon to you only during a specific time. Other times it is just a piece of long paper which does not even interest me remotely. Now this cannot be understood by the others (here, my mother and sister).
The timing at which my presence is summoned is quite interesting. It is always when I am in the mid way of an article where I just about to know whether the criminal was punished or let go with a warning; whether the Ambani brothers made it to the court or not; the verdict by Shri. Sibal on the IIT issue. Its just at the climax of the news piece that I am called. If I want to complete the news item, the milk will spill or the restless person who chose to make an appearance at the door will ring the bell again or the presswala will leave thinking that there are no clothes.
I wonder why the world won't allow a person to read the newspaper in peace. Now I know why my grandfather used to take the newspaper with him to the loo!