PAPA's Word

Dear Life,
     
              Things are clearing. You have been uncertain, harsh, kind and benevolent all at the same time. How you manage to achieve such impossible feats is a thought that shall never cease to plague me. But, through all these uncertainties and situations you have always sprinkled essential wisdom that I consequently reflect on. You have been a good teacher. You have taught me that no matter what, the world is a beautiful place, it's always my vision that clouds the beauty. You have also taught me, that I am and will always be an eight year old within.

             Everybody has a little child within them, that they fervently battle to protect and conceal. They mask him and cloister him by learning skills and aptitudes to deal with the world that threatens to overwhelm him. Therefore, developing a secondary insecure outer covering of one self. When we meet people, it is this veneer we encounter, and it is the same veneer that suffocates 'meetings' and every day dealings. But, when the armor is broken, and the child is exposed, the real meaning of human contact is revealed. It's an intangible thing. And, it's a funny paradox that the child reveals itself only in the most wretched bouts of human suffering.

            I write this as an opportunity to thank you for premature wisdom, words I promise to treasure and sprinkle when need be.

Yours Faithfully     

Faux Pas

A new Home in an unfamiliar land can be a rather lonely customer.Scorned at by the stray dogs of the land, even 'dust' thinks twice before visiting it, let alone taint its glazed exteriors.Naturally, visitors to such a home, if ever at all any, engender such an overwhelming feeling of elation in us, the unfortunate denizens, that we  impetuously over look the very purpose of their visit. Unfortunately, this can lead to, as it shortly will, an untowardly embarrassing situation and a wretched blog post with no purpose other than bringing celebrated infamy to all its' attendants.
A momentous day that was, when a peculiar sound disturbed the agonizing silence of our Home.
"Ch...Chirr...Chirrp..Chirrppp....Chirr..Ch".
"Ayyo!. There's a bird in the house. Run, run, go, open all the doors and windows." Not the sound, but the behest so started me, and shook me off my characteristic 'post-semester' state of dereliction, that I took off in every possible direction, releasing every door and window that lay on my path. Heedlessly, I went about the task, until the main door unleashed my sight to a vision that greatly puzzled me. Four specimens of the human race, decked to the extent of being offensively ostentatious, stood there beaming brightly at me. A fit of bewilderment, so gripped me, that I blinked profusely and slapped my head twice, much to the dismay of the animated figures in front of me. One of them, stood fiddling with the door-bell switch, when it rang, "Ch..Chirr..Chirrrp...Chirrppp..Chirr..Ch".
"We were just going to call, we thought your door-bell isn't working. By the way, Hulo! I am Doctor .... This is my wife..my daughter..and my son."
"Please come inside...have a seat. Ma, we have guests! It was the door-bell."
"Namaste, Namaste. Please have a seat, Tea? Coffee?."
"Tea. Thank you."
"Beta, be here for a while, I'll just get tea."

"My daughter... She has done journalism.. She is a good cook..She has no problem going abroad.", He said, and looked at me keenly as if to seek my approval. 'She' sat placidly, palms gently folded, in a state of coy deference.

"Maybe the both of you would like to speak to each other in private?".
"No!", I retorted, surprised by this rather unearthly suggestion.
Clearly taken aback by my sudden rebuke, the four of them looked fiercely at me, with an expression of mixed consternation and shame.

Just then.."Tringg...Tringg...Tringgg...", "Hulo!. Yes, this is doctor..... speaking...Hmmm....Oh! but, we thought we are already at your place..Ah! Yes, yes..I took the left...Ok..We'll be there in five minutes."
He put down his cell-phone and looked uneasily at me."Oh! A..aa.acutally we've come to the wrong place, thank you anyway, bye."
The four of them darted out of the house at such speed and in such stealth that they were gone in a blink.
Their faint voices could still be heard, "This way our daughter is never getting married.."
Mum almost dropped the tray on the table, and we couldn't help our laughter, the sound of which, we werre pretty sure was loud enough to reach and embarrass them further. Strangely, and rather insensitively, we just did not care.....

A momentous day that was, now an indelible impression in our minds, one that no bout of unceasing laughter can ever hope to justify.