I believe the past five months have brought a change in me and my thought process , almost cold turkey. Thanks to the delay made by Satyam ,be it for the Market down or internal problems in the firm. I had enough of time to spend with my Mom. I have learned a lot about the relationships and emotions. Also, this short period helped me to imbibe patience and the importance of loneliness which promotes the thought process to the consummate levels. Its good to spend in silence and viewing things from the birds point-of-view.
My Mom is bedridden since five months for the ailments that the ladies of her age generally suffer from.One being a bone fracture , a neuro-system disorder and now the damn Diabetes. Whatever , I am happy that she is recovering fast and wish I could see her leading the same old lifestyle very soon. I had long chats, conversations completely unrelated to the situation just to distract and forget the present state of oneself.Sometimes I had to shout at her for her ignorance and the way she responded to the problem that she is facing. What I noticed most importantly is that deceased become mentally weak ,feeling that they are physically weak.Its for this reason that bedridden victims should have a support from the loved ones, to part off the negatives and bring in happiness.She is happy too about our relationship strengthening now-a-days.
I always envied at my friend’s families and their parent-children relationships.Despite of having a constructive approach, I hated the way my family emotions are built (like a pack of cards). Though,I had the thought of repairing the situation,but I gave up many a times trying to do so. At least now ,I got a chance to know how things should work in a family and the importance of it.
While Dad was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked stone & scratched lines on the side of the car. In his anger, Dad took the child’s hand & hit it many times, not realizing he was using a wrench. At the hospital, his child said "Dad when will my fingers grow back?" Dad was so hurt. He went back to car and kicked it a lot of times. Sitting back he looked at the scratches, child wrote "I LOVE YOU DAD" Anger and Love has no limits.
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I call my Dad Nanna ( in Telugu).He is now 52 yrs old. I love him,hate him.Yes the previous sentence is exactly correct and am very conscious of writing it. We have altercations very now and then. The reason I hated my dad during my juvenile age was that whenever I used to lie him for some pocket money or for going out for movies or playing cricket in the name of combined studies he used to catch me and slammed me as and then may be for 1000000K times till date. My friends call him CBI for the way he enquires them and also me.May be he is because he cares for me a lot.He cares a lot and very helpful for the needy.He never shows off his attitude.
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From the childhood days ,I remember he has been doing one thing in two different ways that is he makes you cry for laughing to his jokes till death or the other way being too serious,angrily shout at everybody. Being a son,inherited his patience ,temper,anger,control,balance in life,treating the way life comes.He gives me a lot of courage and encouragement indirectly though he never talk of morals or direct speeches. O.K. to make it clear I must say that if you have read Rich Dad Poor Dad then my dad is a kind of Rich Dad who makes to learn things very practically.No theory.He makes me experience the worst and learn from that.
May be in another post I will jot down some memorable moments with my dad.I love him and hate him . So is this reason , this post started with a quote about love and anger.