Hey ya
buddies! Hope you all are doing fine. At least you are spared of reading my
sucking posts for a while. But I’m back!!! Whooo…and this time you can see I am
abducted by a witchy spirit called Jhingoolaa. From now all the madness
you see or all weird thing you stumble into, please take it as the evil acts of
Jhingoolaa and pardon me as I have no control over it.
Fun aside,
I actually kind of got tangled in my busiest-schedule and couldn’t come and
wish you all HAPPY FATHER’S DAY. I guess it’s never late to wish and clap for
those handsome heroes of our life as the saying goes once a hero is always a
hero. You never heard it??? Well! Creativity is also something yaar! How
many days will you keep repeating those 6th grade proverbs. We need
to get the store revamped and add some new more spunky and sharp. Like if
fruits were juicy and sweet then why any duffer would go on spending hundred
bucks on Real Fruits. Once upon a time beauty used to lie in eyes, now it lies
in perfect makeup. Not so funny??? Sorry. *whispers* Jhingoolaa’s effect.*
I am never
a fan of these special days as they leave me confused and my pocket with a big
hole. So without any pretense or effort I easily forget these days. But this
year, Father’s day was secretly special for me. On this day I found answer to a
long-driven questing that constantly kept kicking me off from sleep. Let me
explain the whole detail before going to the question.
Literally,
after scanning the whole clan of mine, all the four generations, I found that I
am the only one with a bone of creativity in me. Except me, all are like, What
does she do?? She writes? Poems?? Stories?? So what? Even my pet can tell
story..that also without words.
Now you can
see there is no respect for ARTS or CREATIVITY! Everyone is just worry of what
degree does she hold?? Engineer? Why didn’t you send her for Medicines. She is
intelligent. How much she is targeting to earn? And the worst one is what one
of my Aunt(paternal) said indicating my Mom, As soon as my daughter gets 20,
I will take her to Mumbai to my
relatives and thrash her into Marriage. Thankfully I wasn’t there while she
told this dialogue, or else..Maa Kassam..she would have got the perfect answer
for it. Damn! I still don’t get it. Will her daughter be so infamous by 20 that
she would have to send her to Mumbai for marriage? And Mumbai is what? A city
to get married. Sucking!
Let’s get
to the point. So my question remained unraveled that who is the one to gift me
the gene of creativity-in-languages. Finally I got the answer. That also on
Father’s Day. And guess who? My Father.
I didn’t
know until yesterday, while we were watching T.V. together (we rarely spend
time together and rarest is when my father is not in a sulking mood!), on an occasion
there came some random moment where he sarcastically made a song instantly. And
I was there like Awwwww..who is singing!! Jhingoolaa effect??
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apart, to be genuine, my father has always been the foundation of my language.
If now I am here, writing this, you are reading this and showering with
precious comments, it’s all due to him. It’s good or bad, I don’t know but I am
always grateful to him for all the time he sat near me with a big bamboo stick
and told me the difference between prepositions, who taught me how to form
correct official letters and how to speak without being taut. Still he keeps
correct now and then and scolds me on my mistakes. He is seriously a genius. No
matter how much I learn, he knows something more and better than me.
No! I won’t
be emotional here as these I am crying a lot in different places, like
bathroom, under bed…So here my long, drawling post is over. Have a nice evening
fellas. Enjoy the life. And don’t forget to tell your father “HAPPY FATHER’S
DAY, DAD”.
