Just 7, but he had to get away somehow. he knew he had to. His mother was stuck in a marriage and she couldn't get away because she was bound by the supreme law, the law of God. Sadly his mother didn't choose to remember the part in the Holy Book, which spoke about justice to women and their rights. She chose to live the life which wasn't her's. But he knew he chose different. He knew no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't change his mother's opinion, to shatter that glass of illusion which had aged over the 10 years of marital bondage. She had been a free spirited woman but was now confined in the walls of values imbibed in her. Her parents had been firm and gentle. The perfect combo, as they call it nowadays.
7 year old boy couldn't possibly survive in a world of harsh reality, different from the one in which his mother had lived. Probably, because she chose not to go out. She chose to dim all the lamps of life, which, though, flickering shed enough amount of light to reveal the darkness in her life. She was an intelligent woman but all she could gather from her intelligence bank to redeem herself was next to nil. She well, did try to do the best she could. Atleast he tried to tell himself that. But the illusion about his mother was the only illusion he saw in his life. Nothing about life could convince him that things in life are to be accepted just as they are. Nothing is as meant to be. His belief about God went hand in hand with facts about life. All he knew for now, was to get away and make it big, much bigger than his father did. His father wasn't the drunkard who came home late at night, he was a socialite, but very little of the people who knew him, could tell where he stood financially. He had enough to last his lifetime. Precisely that. His life. As soon as we would be dead, people would come encroaching upon their lives. His mother's condition wouldn't change much though. She would still be the tight lipped woman she had always been. He felt his memories about his mother laughing at his antics was a distant memory. For a 70 yr old things like these could be distant, but for a 7yr old may be not.
The uncle who always had his dad spending out of his estate, would be the first to kill the very soul of them. Mother would never raise her voice, and God forbid if such a thing should happen, if his dad really died, his uncle would happily employ him as an apprentice. Why I say apprentice, is because, apprentices are not necessarily given as much as the Director or Chairman of a company would be given. Long before he would turn 21, to be given his rights his uncle would drain everything out of the company to invest in the sister company, (in this case - Brother Company). He would be left with, virtually, nothing. All he had to do was to find a way of escape. Thanks to the Law of the Land, he had way more Sections and Sub- Sections to deal with, besides, his uncle would have the best lawyers employed. But, the bigger hurdle was to get the Court to take him seriously. For a 7 year old to file any sort of a petition, he needed to be older. When he read a newspaper report a plan began to form in his mind. He would plan a better escape than any in history. He wouldn't have to run away, he needn't even fight. All he required was, as magicians put it, 'The Perfect Timing'. All he needed were two things, his father and his mother, together. Your parents together. How hard can that be? Ask them to come down a short flight of stairs into the living room. But let me spell it out for you.
He wanted his father to give his mother the permission to do one thing. To be his heir. Usually you'd want the son to be named as his heir, but that was exactly the opposite of what he wanted, his father to name his mother his heir, with a situation where his angry uncle would be the fire for the stove, a terrible situation as the cooking oil, his father's famous friends, his 'popular socialite friends', to be of a little help (for once), and a certain individual to be present to see all the ingredients were cooked the perfect way.
And his opportunity came 1 week later, and it seemed things had been written among the stars... Eventful and eventually..
Thursday 25 November 2010
Saturday 6 November 2010
Broken Pieces
When you have a crush on someone, an old dialogue comes to my mind.. (by Buster Baxter, cartoon character) 'She hit you, she hit you and crushed you and walked all over you'. The same can also happen to guys too. But when I say 'Broken Pieces', I mean it quite literally. You may have formed a different picture such as that of a person whose heartbroken. Maybe you leverage more towards the sensitive side and deep thinkers category.
No judgements here about what you think and how it's going to be interpreted. Promise.
(All the characters, spoken of and situations described are adapted from real life situations and fictional characters, bearing some resemblance to many people that I have personally known. No offence intended and if my imagination has gone to far, well, it's just me and that's that.)
When she (a friend) first realised something it was a situation of sorts. What is meant by 'it' will be understood by you as we proceed, don't be quick to judge. She wasn't happy and nor was she grim about it. Something that you've been expecting happens finally. She didn't understand if it's a good thing that she was proven right by her conscious or because it wasn't what one may classify as good. Not in her situation. I mean going by her financial status, the condition of her family, her parents were breaking apart slowly, and her family beginning to tear down, by bits and pieces. She had one thing to call of her own and that too was now slipping away. With all this drama in the background, what was happening to her wasn't really helping the situation. However going by the person she was, she wouldn't give up without a fight, not that easily at the least. She has always believed that everyone and everything deserves a chance. She was right about that feeling since 2nd Grade when a question that she had answered in one of her subject papers believing that it needed to be answered and couldn't be left unanswered just like that. The answer she wrote turned out to be right after all. Put her ahead of the class by 1 mark. That was all that she needed to believe. It wasn't superstition but just something she felt might prove right later on, or at least what she would have wanted if in such a situation, to get a chance at something. Just this time all she needed was this belief. This belief to work out.
The one problem with her was that she wouldn't easily trust a person, (it's good I know, hear comes the bad part), she would be quite open about herself with those who got to go through the wall that she had built around her. As it seemed, people she would trust were only wanting to get a peek at what was on the other side and if it wasn't interesting enough to stay, they'd leave. So maybe a sneak peek and then, poof!, gone.
When she did realise that shunning people away altogether wasn't a great thing to avoid getting hurt, (after having changed 5 education institutions in less than 3 yrs.) Now 18 she felt she had enough experience to get one with her life. This was the first time that she was travelling alone. A train ride, not something one would look forward too. Depends on the country you stay in or how great your life is at the moment, if you're having a great day, you love the Train, Metro, Tube, whatever it is that you use to commute. On other days its crappy and a wastage of government's money or just a good effort on their part. Coming back, well she was reading a book by this author. I didn't really have my glasses on, so couldn't get to know what the name was. By the time I got to my glasses she had figured I was trying to get a peek. (This person trying to get to his glasses, while fumbling with his bag and finally puts them to stare you down.... Do the math.)
She looked me straight in the eye and asked me, 'Do you need something?'. Usually in the movies, it's something interesting probably a new - and - funny pick - me - up line, but all I asked was, 'You like that book you reading?'. I mean you really needed to like it. Must have been 7cm thick, by the looks of it. She just smiled. And that was that. We got off at different stations. C'mon people meet and leave you don't send them greeting cards evry year, now, do you. Just exchange email i.d.(s) and FaceBook, Twitter, all available to help you keep in touch. But this girl was different. She left the book behind. Out of curiosity I picked it up, and on the Index page, she had written her Postal Address (Temporary) and a small message had been sqeezed , to fit between the address and the page title 'Index' ....
more later.. Keep reading..
No judgements here about what you think and how it's going to be interpreted. Promise.
(All the characters, spoken of and situations described are adapted from real life situations and fictional characters, bearing some resemblance to many people that I have personally known. No offence intended and if my imagination has gone to far, well, it's just me and that's that.)
When she (a friend) first realised something it was a situation of sorts. What is meant by 'it' will be understood by you as we proceed, don't be quick to judge. She wasn't happy and nor was she grim about it. Something that you've been expecting happens finally. She didn't understand if it's a good thing that she was proven right by her conscious or because it wasn't what one may classify as good. Not in her situation. I mean going by her financial status, the condition of her family, her parents were breaking apart slowly, and her family beginning to tear down, by bits and pieces. She had one thing to call of her own and that too was now slipping away. With all this drama in the background, what was happening to her wasn't really helping the situation. However going by the person she was, she wouldn't give up without a fight, not that easily at the least. She has always believed that everyone and everything deserves a chance. She was right about that feeling since 2nd Grade when a question that she had answered in one of her subject papers believing that it needed to be answered and couldn't be left unanswered just like that. The answer she wrote turned out to be right after all. Put her ahead of the class by 1 mark. That was all that she needed to believe. It wasn't superstition but just something she felt might prove right later on, or at least what she would have wanted if in such a situation, to get a chance at something. Just this time all she needed was this belief. This belief to work out.
The one problem with her was that she wouldn't easily trust a person, (it's good I know, hear comes the bad part), she would be quite open about herself with those who got to go through the wall that she had built around her. As it seemed, people she would trust were only wanting to get a peek at what was on the other side and if it wasn't interesting enough to stay, they'd leave. So maybe a sneak peek and then, poof!, gone.
When she did realise that shunning people away altogether wasn't a great thing to avoid getting hurt, (after having changed 5 education institutions in less than 3 yrs.) Now 18 she felt she had enough experience to get one with her life. This was the first time that she was travelling alone. A train ride, not something one would look forward too. Depends on the country you stay in or how great your life is at the moment, if you're having a great day, you love the Train, Metro, Tube, whatever it is that you use to commute. On other days its crappy and a wastage of government's money or just a good effort on their part. Coming back, well she was reading a book by this author. I didn't really have my glasses on, so couldn't get to know what the name was. By the time I got to my glasses she had figured I was trying to get a peek. (This person trying to get to his glasses, while fumbling with his bag and finally puts them to stare you down.... Do the math.)
She looked me straight in the eye and asked me, 'Do you need something?'. Usually in the movies, it's something interesting probably a new - and - funny pick - me - up line, but all I asked was, 'You like that book you reading?'. I mean you really needed to like it. Must have been 7cm thick, by the looks of it. She just smiled. And that was that. We got off at different stations. C'mon people meet and leave you don't send them greeting cards evry year, now, do you. Just exchange email i.d.(s) and FaceBook, Twitter, all available to help you keep in touch. But this girl was different. She left the book behind. Out of curiosity I picked it up, and on the Index page, she had written her Postal Address (Temporary) and a small message had been sqeezed , to fit between the address and the page title 'Index' ....
more later.. Keep reading..
Monday 1 November 2010
Things begin to make sense...
When you're 8 years old.. and when you're 18, things and people, become two different objects of consideration. There are thing that matter for example, people, and things that don't matter, example, people we don't like and other inane objects.
Everything has a whole new meaning. At 8, 'Love' means, the perfect Ken doll for Barbie, or Cinderella and Prince Charming... courtesy Disney movies. At 18, well 'love' means being with the person who makes you feel you want to be with him/her for all eternity (Thank you to Vampire theories, the concept of death has been stretched to eternity). Well any ways, either that or the feeling you get when the songs begin to make sense so much more than they used to. This feeling can occur much before the age of 18, but it gets stronger I think.
A heartache or heartbreak earlier could mean finding out that Santa Claus isn't a real person, a real heartbreak for 7 year olds. It now translates into finding out that your favourite footballer is married and has a 2 year old daughter. My friend had a breakdown when she did a background check on KaKa. The teachers could feel she wasn't being her chirpy - all - smiling self. It could also mean that the your size of clothes or shoes isn't available at the store.
However, now that we have extensive access to internet, people find things having different sense or nonsense of a concept, much earlier. I'm no cynical - doesn't - believe - in - love - pessimistic person. I just find it difficult being hopelessly romantic (at times).
When you turn 18, and turn to Disney movies or Tom and Jerry, you are either under a lot of stress or you are not willing to let go of your inner child. A way of escaping into another life or a different world altogether. That's what most psychologists and anthropologists say. But, optimistically, if you are an ardent fan of such 'childish escapes' you are still open to an 'Ever Ever After' to your story or angle at life.
Well, before I forget to mention, heartbreak can also mean that you find out the person you had a crush on is in a relationship with your new friend. It's hard, believe me. The look on the face of a person who has gone through it says it all.
When you try to tell a child something that they believe, really believe with all their heart and soul, is right, and you know it's not, you are up for a debate. They might just accept it as well, depending on their upbringing. Well, later on in life, 'defensive' gets a whole new meaning. You try telling something like that to an adult and they may say 'Yah, maybe you're right', or argue a little (politely) if they have more info on the topic (read ammunition) but the next time you meet them, they will have been in enough number of get - togethers and parties and collected information to somehow land on a similar topic and have you 'All - Out'. If you get too - defensive, they just say, 'you're being a kid'. So there goes another term with a whole new meaning.
Celebrations meant birthdays and holidays. They still mean that and a lot of other 'things'. People celebrate death like life, when a friend passes away. Drink and Party. He/ She would like to remember us like lively people and celebrate rather than mourn. Tell that to your grandparents they will either call it 'Generation Gap of Understanding' or say 'things have changed way fast and that's how the world is now'. But what we think is what matters most. What a name or thing means to us. A sunlflower can be a flower in a garden, or a sweet reminder of your mother who loved those flowers and is now smelling its sweet scent in the heavens above. Plastic flowers can mean well, plastic, or they say that the person was on a tight budget, and found you a way of remembering him (cheaper than diamond that last forever). They last for a million years and don't shrivel and die. There is always an 'optimistic' and 'pessimistic' way of looking at things and the saying about a glass being half full / empty needs no reminder. However you, yourself, and only you can define what things matter to you and how they appear, 'optimistic' or 'pessimistic', and if you don't like Disney movies and find such 'things' absolute rubbish don't count on yourself as a granpy (grandfather / grandmother) and for vice versa, don't think you're being a child. I like them. All of them. So I don't really care what one person or another defines them to me as long as what I feel, (pls. go with me on this one as, 'what is not totally bizzare and completely wild - basically not a crime against humanity... it's all good) it makes sense to me, my thing, doing it makes sense to me, I'm all good. Maybe playing loud music isn't good for the ears bbut then again Opera may not really me soothing for some.
Thins make sense when we want to accept the reality of the situation. Life may not make sense, but accepting the fact that all is not right and there is room for improvement, hat is where you say, it may not make sense to me right now, but i can make it better so that it does.
Also don't think too much about life.... it will get more confusing.. sometimes it's good to let things go on their own accord.... I hope this made sense to you
Until next time.. Cheers :)
Everything has a whole new meaning. At 8, 'Love' means, the perfect Ken doll for Barbie, or Cinderella and Prince Charming... courtesy Disney movies. At 18, well 'love' means being with the person who makes you feel you want to be with him/her for all eternity (Thank you to Vampire theories, the concept of death has been stretched to eternity). Well any ways, either that or the feeling you get when the songs begin to make sense so much more than they used to. This feeling can occur much before the age of 18, but it gets stronger I think.
A heartache or heartbreak earlier could mean finding out that Santa Claus isn't a real person, a real heartbreak for 7 year olds. It now translates into finding out that your favourite footballer is married and has a 2 year old daughter. My friend had a breakdown when she did a background check on KaKa. The teachers could feel she wasn't being her chirpy - all - smiling self. It could also mean that the your size of clothes or shoes isn't available at the store.
However, now that we have extensive access to internet, people find things having different sense or nonsense of a concept, much earlier. I'm no cynical - doesn't - believe - in - love - pessimistic person. I just find it difficult being hopelessly romantic (at times).
When you turn 18, and turn to Disney movies or Tom and Jerry, you are either under a lot of stress or you are not willing to let go of your inner child. A way of escaping into another life or a different world altogether. That's what most psychologists and anthropologists say. But, optimistically, if you are an ardent fan of such 'childish escapes' you are still open to an 'Ever Ever After' to your story or angle at life.
Well, before I forget to mention, heartbreak can also mean that you find out the person you had a crush on is in a relationship with your new friend. It's hard, believe me. The look on the face of a person who has gone through it says it all.
When you try to tell a child something that they believe, really believe with all their heart and soul, is right, and you know it's not, you are up for a debate. They might just accept it as well, depending on their upbringing. Well, later on in life, 'defensive' gets a whole new meaning. You try telling something like that to an adult and they may say 'Yah, maybe you're right', or argue a little (politely) if they have more info on the topic (read ammunition) but the next time you meet them, they will have been in enough number of get - togethers and parties and collected information to somehow land on a similar topic and have you 'All - Out'. If you get too - defensive, they just say, 'you're being a kid'. So there goes another term with a whole new meaning.
Celebrations meant birthdays and holidays. They still mean that and a lot of other 'things'. People celebrate death like life, when a friend passes away. Drink and Party. He/ She would like to remember us like lively people and celebrate rather than mourn. Tell that to your grandparents they will either call it 'Generation Gap of Understanding' or say 'things have changed way fast and that's how the world is now'. But what we think is what matters most. What a name or thing means to us. A sunlflower can be a flower in a garden, or a sweet reminder of your mother who loved those flowers and is now smelling its sweet scent in the heavens above. Plastic flowers can mean well, plastic, or they say that the person was on a tight budget, and found you a way of remembering him (cheaper than diamond that last forever). They last for a million years and don't shrivel and die. There is always an 'optimistic' and 'pessimistic' way of looking at things and the saying about a glass being half full / empty needs no reminder. However you, yourself, and only you can define what things matter to you and how they appear, 'optimistic' or 'pessimistic', and if you don't like Disney movies and find such 'things' absolute rubbish don't count on yourself as a granpy (grandfather / grandmother) and for vice versa, don't think you're being a child. I like them. All of them. So I don't really care what one person or another defines them to me as long as what I feel, (pls. go with me on this one as, 'what is not totally bizzare and completely wild - basically not a crime against humanity... it's all good) it makes sense to me, my thing, doing it makes sense to me, I'm all good. Maybe playing loud music isn't good for the ears bbut then again Opera may not really me soothing for some.
Thins make sense when we want to accept the reality of the situation. Life may not make sense, but accepting the fact that all is not right and there is room for improvement, hat is where you say, it may not make sense to me right now, but i can make it better so that it does.
Also don't think too much about life.... it will get more confusing.. sometimes it's good to let things go on their own accord.... I hope this made sense to you
Until next time.. Cheers :)
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