Saturday, June 4, 2016

Because its my Birthday Month : CHAPTER 2

My Childhood Real life Hero : That would be my father. He was the one I would search for when I was in trouble. Be it the primary school days when I would cry and wait for the session to be over or be it being a  savior from my angry mom. My all wishes were fulfilled by him and I would be his prince riding in the front space of his scooter feeling the safest person on Earth. He would take me all places , give me most of whatever I want. I was pampered by him so much and I could not even think a day without him.

Till I went to the college , he was the one taking me to all the tuition and all other places in his scooter. Some of my batch-mates would make fun of me for being still dependent on him and some would envy me. I knew that I could go without him but I cherished his presence and super protective treatment. I was somewhat dependent on him and I liked that feeling. 

All his life he had sacrificed a lot and given a lot to the family. Now he is 60 up and would retire this month. With time a lot of things have changed. He is not as strong as before. He asks me before taking decisions , relies on me and most of the times I carry out some simple tasks for him. Now that he depends on me a lot , I feel sometimes he is my child. I scold him on few occasions which he obeys like a small child . He would express happiness when I gift him something in the same way I used to in my childhood when he brought something for me. 

I miss that strong shoulder on which I would rest my head and leave every problem for him to sort out. I miss his strong decisions sometimes. But when I see him proud of me and I see that broad proud smile in his face when he introduces me to someone I feel may be I am not that efficient as he thinks but still for him maybe I am his hero now. Everyone needs a hero. He was and is my hero. Maybe I am his hero too.

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Because its my Birthday Month : CHAPTER 1

My biggest fear in my childhood :  Well that would be Lizard. I still get afraid when I see that mini crocodile and I am miles away.

I was afraid of my mom too. She would beat me black and blue even before I realized I did something wrong. 

Its difficult to tell what I dreaded most --- My mom or the lizard. Although now I scold my mom often and love has superimposed the fear completely.

I used to fear the stage also. I liked to act and wished to perform but I had a stage fear. So I avoided participating in any of the shows because I lacked confidence. I did not have faith on my memory and thought I would forget lines of whatever I do.

I had to face that fear once when it was made compulsory to deliver The Pledge in the assembly hall of my school after the morning prayers. It would be on rotational basis and each student a day would be given that responsibility. 

It was an embarrassing day for me when my chance came and I had screwed the whole thing up by forgetting almost every line of the pledge and the teachers from the backstage kept on quoting till the end. I was almost mentally tortured few weeks by some of the teachers and most of the students. I became popular actually by the name " The boy that forgot on stage ...". 

But then it did not affect me much. I had faced what I had to. I practiced in front of mirror and started participating in class room singing sessions and even small debates and quizzes. Later on in my college life I had been in to drama and also solo stage shows. 

I knew that at the most the bad that happens to you is embarrassment but nobody cared to remember the people who did it right. So nothing you are going to lose.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Roy's Dream

Roy , a little kook in nature , would often dream of a house in a semi dense jungle . It would be placed on a big giant wheel. Roy in his dream would go near the wheel and out of curiosity would turn it little and the door of the house would creak open. He would enter the house , dark as hell and the door would get shut. He would wake up in a maniacal way gasping for breath.


photo courtesy :  Piya Singh

Finally one day he recalled that long ago once he had locked up his classmate in the chemistry laboratory by turning the door knob and then with a key. He did that because he envied his classmate for excelling in chemistry.
The attempt was not lethal but certainly Roy had killed his confidence.

This post is linked to Friday Fictioneers and Three Word Wednesday




Sea Side


Sitting by the rocks , I would only think about the energy the waves show by crashing onto the rocks , moving away broken apart and then getting reunited and acclaiming a force again to come to the shore with the almost equal strength. And this goes on. It keeps roaring and crashing but it never stops.
Then why do we people , the part of the same nature give up on life ? Why can't we fight back with the same strength till we live ? Why do we die long before our souls actually leave our body.

Sometimes we just have to let things go.

There is a saying that the sea never takes away anything. It gives back whatever it takes.

I am still waiting......

This post is linked to Friday Fictioneers & #FridayReflections



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