the strange chapter

Its amazing how a stranger all of a sudden becomes close to you... its something unbelievable at the same time somewhat nice.. i often thought that a relatonship with each people we know in our lives, is a chapter. Each chapter is in its making until the end of our lives. Some chapters we find really boring and some chapters really interesting. Some may be really necessary while some we desperately search to hit the delete button on.. Life is no different from a movie.. it has a villian, a hero, a heroine and all the elements that are needed for the masala.. Its often that we meet characters in chapters of our lives and we also often forget them but its not the same with certain people. Five minutes back, seeing a person sit right across your coffee table, you would have thought about his taste in clothes on seeing what he is wearing, thought about what kind of person he is... or not even bothered to look that side and mind your own business.. but 5 minutes later you somehow end up talking to this stranger and knowing little by little about him. Five months later, still you learn new things about this stranger except for he is know more a stranger...

Yes sometimes the people we meet have an effect on us.. how about if i said not only us but the situations around us too.. like i say each story has an ending but chapters they can go on and on..

so here's to all those strangers who have become friends and dear ones, who have helped fill my book with chapters... may these chapters never end!

DAD

This is a small article about the feelings of a little girl who grew up soon enough to understand that things weren't always going to be fine.. read on to understand!

DADA
I always thought that among the most relationships, a father and daughter relationship was the strongest. May be I thought so because for me, my relationship with my dad was strong. For me, my dad was a hero. He was the one who held me tight every time I had a fever; he was the one who sung to me every night to put me to bed. I even remember, when we were in Singapore, how he used to put me on his shoulders and roam around the whole city as though I were a part of him. I really love and cherish those moments. Well I was also well known for going to school once in a blue moon that’s because my dad never travelled without me.
For my dad, (at least I thought so) I was the biggest priority in his life. Everything else was behind me, even my mom. May be that is why when my little brother was born my dad made sure that I wasn’t left out. He always made sure he was my best friend. I could talk to my dad about anything. Though he was elder to me, when I used to talk to him I felt as though we weren’t different.

Then started the problem; I started growing up. I saw my mom and dad have fights and I started questioning. Though those fights were horrible, I still stuck to supporting my dad. I convinced myself everything is going to be alright. I didn’t have the slightest clue in those days as to why my mom and dad were fighting and why my mom was crying and why my dad was screaming, but I had this notion in my head that whatever my dad did was right but I didn’t realize that it was wrong. It was not until late that I learnt that my dad was having an affair, but that didn’t make any sense to me. I thought whatever it was he still loves me. I still remember that in one of the fights I stood by him. I even told him if he wanted to leave my mom it was okay with me. I didn’t ever realise what kind of pain my mom would have endured. Slowly I started to realise that what my dad was doing was wrong. I started to question him and he said this one line that I don’t know why sank into my head so deeply I can’t get it out. He said “I sacrificed my life for you at the age of 22”. What that line meant, I still don’t understand. In most of the fights I stared taking my mom’s side and supporting her. I didn’t want my younger brother to go through the same as I did.

At one point the fight went so far, that my dad said he would die for this girl he was having an affair with. I still remember the moment I heard that I couldn’t believe my ears. The person who I thought meant the most to me and the person I thought who wouldn’t do anything to hurt me and would put me first didn’t do that.

I had lost my dad to lust. My dad had drifted away from me thanks to this girl who was just 10years elder to me and who I had once upon a time worked with.

My dad had lied to me. He hadn’t sacrificed anything for me. He had lied. I didn’t even matter.

I still love my dad, but one thing that I can’t put up with is the fact that he choose someone else over me. I liked it when I was six, I would sit on my dad’s shoulder go to sleep peacefully in his arms but it’s not like that anymore. Every time I talk to him, that one thing that he said that he would die for her always comes up in my mind. I was wrong. My dad was wrong.

People around me say that I have a very big ego, and I shouldn’t be like this. But the fact remains its not ego, my dad and I know this. I valued the relationship that I had with my dad, but it was in the past. I don’t think that I can ever be the same with him or he would be the same ever with me ever again.

But that doesn't mean that I don't love my dad... Sometimes when the people you love the most hurt you then more than hate it becomes a point of trust that you don't know where exactly you are!!

I just want to say I love you dadda!

A Tribute to my Maths teacher

A Tribute to my MATHS TEACHER

There once was a math teacher of mine…

She loved me like wineskin and wine..

Naa I’m lieing she hated me I think…

Or no may be she really loved me.. at least a wink.

She always walked in, her eyes somewhat in search for me..

She maybe thought I was the worst she would ever see.

She yelled at me all day long

And this soon seeped into me like a habitat song..

Her periods were one of sheer pain for me

Never have I endured such pain so green..

I often wondered why she thought so

But I couldn’t help thinking that she hated me more..

I always wanted to listen, be patient and quite

I didn’t want her to raise her eyebrow like a tide..

But one day I couldn’t help but laugh

A yelling she gave about blood graph.

She proclaimed something that should have hurt me

But no, thanks to her previous training it didn’t

And there I stood “the laughing student”

I still think that she hates me a lot

Though at times I think that she may have thought

Her yelling might make me improve my grade…

May be because I was discouraged I hid in the shade

Away from maths an away from her

I wanted to run somewhere better.

All my friends laughed at my plight

Some time I did myself but remained quite

All I know is she is a math teacher

Whether she likes me or not I don’t know any better

All I want to say is I respect her.

And yes largely for the knowledge she acquired.

Forgive me I cry out and appeal

She might accept or rather make me kneel

But I really respect her I say again

But forgive as I have a little sister

Who is seven years younger

Cropping up the same way

For if you do have a repeat of me

Sorry I am not responsible it’s not me!!!