Mom (removing blanket from my face then hugging & kissing me): happy birthday
Me(hugging back): thank you, mommy(this is what I call my mom,,,when the love for her is irrupting in me)
7pm (12 hours later):
Mom: you come so late & you never really bother to inform at home. You are not even scared to come back so late,,,you should inform atleast,,,,,,,,blah blah blah
I,,,really not caring what she’s saying,,,went to wash my face,,,came back. Well I really feel like laughing whenever mom starts scolding me,,,it doesn’t suit her,,,she can’t be like other strict mom’s ,,,,never,,no matter how hard she tries.
Me: you didn’t come there,,,I was waiting,,,I even gave missed calls
Mom(giving a dirty look & I suppressing a laugh): you gave missed call just few moments ago. Now take your dad with you,,,,I’m busy
Out of all the permutations & combinations of parents God has made,,,I’ve got the most peculiar one. Mom,,being the sweetest person of this world & dad,,,being roughest person ever born on this earth. Mom doesn’t even know how to scold,,,,well,,,whatever little she has learnt,,is the gift of the strict mom’s present in her vicinity. She’s so loving,,,so caring & so sweet. If I would have her only,,,,I would have been still a five year old kid,,,,not at all matured. Now coming to dad,,,,,he’s a strange kind of person,,,one of his kind,,,,not giving a damn to what other says,,&,,emotionless,,,,if this is the right word I can use.
Back to scene:
Dad,,,,like me,,,,not listening to this silly conversation,,,,,busy in watching tv.
Me: ok let’s go papa.
Dad: wait for two minutes
Like the little kids do while waiting,,,I started exploring my surroundings.
Ah ha,,,,,,,New electrical equipment. Great,,,,so lemme just show my engineering skills,,,so what if I’m an electronics engineer,,,,I know so much about electrical engineering,,,so I started
Me(shocked): 2000watts,,,,,we haven’t the connection to use this much electricity. Moreover,,,these wires won’t permit us,,,we have to change wiring,,,this will burn everything,,,it’s too much load.
Dad got up & started walking towards door. Like a five year old,, I started following. So dark outside,,,empty roads,,,street dogs,,,,& just silence
Dad (breaking the silence): ya,,perhaps those wiring will damage everything,,I’ll consult the electrician tomorrow.
With definite intervals of silence,,,we continued this conversation,,,about wiring,,,,electricians,,,etc etc
After visiting the temple,,,we continued this conversation,,,on our way back home also with of course those regular intervals of silence.
(With dad,,,I can have only this kind of conversation,,,I can term this as official conversation,,,regaring such problems or his official problems. I never discuss my life,,,nor he asks. Mom,,on the other side,, always want to listen from me,,,but I don’t like to share)
During those intervals of silence I started thinking about some silly things. Dad didn’t even ask me why I was late,,,,he never bothers actually & mom is always so worried. Dad didn’t wish me today,,,,but then he hasn’t wished me ever,,though he never forgets my birthday,,reason being mom-dad’s marriage anniversary is on same day,,,& mom,,,,she’s always the first one to wish by hugging me. Mom can,,perhaps,,never forget that I’m a girl & dad,,never,,really took me as a girl
Oh yeah,,,,it’s all because of him,,,,I’m what I’m,,,,never willing to admit that I’m just a weak sect if society,,,,why should I???
Ya,,,it’s he who made me self dependent,,,fearless,,,bold,,whatever you may call it & of course careless & stubborn too,,,,,,,,,and sometimes arrogant also
Unlike all the girls,,,who are given a princess like treatment,,,,,,,,,I’m brought up like a prince,,,all thanks to my dad
Though neither he nor I’m gonna say the words “I love you” to each other directly,,,,,,,but here I’m saying,
“PAPA,,,I LOVE YOU A LOT,,,,THANKS FOR MAKING ME A PERSON OF HER OWN KIND,,,MASTERPIECE ACTUALLY,,,THANKS A TON”
p.s.: The pics have nothing to do with me,,,neither do they have any resemblance with my & my father's relation,,,I don't have any such pic with my dad,,,,,,,,or rather hardly any pic with my dad,,,,our relation is totally different,,,without having any definite definition