I am their world!

From the corner of my eye, I see two men talking,

One a little still and the other brisk walking.

I see them explaining the world to each other.

The world is me, to one a wife and to the other, a daughter.

*As a part of NaPoWriMo. #1

*The prompt by NaPoWriMo today was to go to Reb Livingston’s Bibliomancy Oracle and then write a poem based on the quotation that the oracle provides.  I got the quotation "Two men are explaining the world to each other from “Two Men” by Rebecca Hazelton". My take on it is a little different from the original poem.

*Also, do visit my friends who are participating in the challenge. You won't be disappointed.

http://andiwrite.com/ – Hrishikesh

http://janakinagaraj.com/ - Janaki

http://jaibalarao.com/ – Jaibala

http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan

http://whilethecoffeebrews.blogspot.in/ - Naina

http://eccentriccontemplations.wordpress.com/ – Nithya

http://viewsofpreethib.wordpress.com/ - Preeti

http://www.rinzurajan.blogspot.in/ – Rinzu

http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan

http://juztamom.blogspot.in/ – Sfurti

http://artofleo.wordpress.com/blog/ – Vinay

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Nostalgia is evil !

Memories never fade, be it the memories of being a tiny girl in a tiny frock holding dad's little finger or be it mom running behind with a glass of milk which I would always find a place to dispose off when she wasn't around.

Memories of going to school and college, standing in the prayer hall, sharing lunch, competing with friends for marks, begging the teachers to give one more mark, falling down with bruises during the play hour, trying to be the teachers' favorite, being in our own "groups", cursing the university for the marks, remain fresh. 

Memories of joining my first job and leaving it in a couple of months to find something more appealing, waiting for months to find the right job, settling in the new job, trying to make a mark for self, loving the job and people around, loving the adrenaline rush the job brought every single day….I miss it.

Memories of seeing a guy and getting engaged to him within a few days of meeting him first, maintaining a long distance relationship for 5 months and then getting married and settling into a new life with new people, leaving mom and dad in a house I grew up in, still brings a happy-sad smile on my face. 

Memories of ma-in-law cooking delicious food, the ma-in-law/daughter-in-law bonding that happened over lunchtime, the doting dad-in-law's talk when he came back from office, the times I spent teasing my little sis-in-law, laughing with her, still lingers in the mind everyday.

Nostalgia, I say, surely, is evil!

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Daddy Dearest…

It has been really long since I last posted. I have just been making full use of the awesome weather which has been just perfect to laze around. In other words, I have been plain lazy. I love writing, no doubts about it. But, it had become such a routine to post every weekend that I badly needed to do other things, like catch up with a few friends, read a few books, travel a bit and most importantly spend more time with my family. And it has been a lot of fun and an enriching experience. Now, I am back to what I intend to do on a regular basis- keep my blog active. Hard luck, you need to bear with me for some more time till I find something/someone even more interesting!!!

Like all my previous posts, I am alienating myself from the main topic that  I am here to talk about. Old habits die hard and mine wouldn’t even die since they have been on a potion of elixir for very long, the elixir being ‘constant practice’ to keep old habits alive and happening. Okay, I was just trying to be funny and I know, for a fact, that I have failed miserably once again. It is time to stop blabbering and come to the actual topic for which I am here today.

I watched this movie ‘Naanu, Nanna Kanasu’(read in Kannada) sometime back. An awesome movie. A story nicely woven around the relationship of a father with his daughter. I could so very well identify with the characters of the movie.

I can still remember vividly when I was a little girl who would hold my dad’s little finger and roam around our colony everyday. It was a daily ritual of ours. The times, when even a temperature of 99 would be considered too high a fever and would land me into a clinic with my dad fussing over it as if I was the only one to have experienced something like that, can never be forgotten. All the times he has overshot his budget to fend for my necessary and most of the times unnecessary purchases is still so fresh in my mind. He is such a protective father, and most of the times unnecessarily overprotective , like all fathers are, so much so that it is hard to imagine how I put up with him  sometimes. He has been always so proud of my achievements but has always been the one who has never let any of my achievements get into my head ( not that there have been too many) though I think he is a little pompous when he discusses me with his friends.

The fact that you have to work very hard to get what you desire has been instilled into me by my dad. Everytime  I needed something of great value, I really have been made to work very hard  for it, either by doing good academically or by achieving something that my parents could be proud of.

There are a lot many things that we agree to disagree and the thing that tops the list is ‘guys’ . I think it is a hard and fast rule with dads who have daughters- to suspect every guy their daughter is acquainted with. I think they get too overprotective and over concerned when it comes to guys.  I do not think they truly believe that any guy can keep their daughter happy . But, it is still true that they are the happiest beings on the day of their daughter’s marriage because all their lives, this is one thing that all fathers would have dreamt of. I know it sounds too filmy and clichéd, but, isn’t it true?

Love you dad…

PS: My mom is going to be so jealous after reading this. This is the problem being a single child. You get to be your parents’ only favourite but you get into the complexity zone for favouring one parent over the other!!!

But, a fact remains: It is hard to love anyone more than one’s mom. Love you ma…

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