Because its my Birthday Month : CHAPTER 2

My Childhood Real life Hero : That would be my father. He was the one I would search for when I was in trouble. Be it the primary school days when I would cry and wait for the session to be over or be it being a  savior from my angry mom. My all wishes were fulfilled by him and I would be his prince riding in the front space of his scooter feeling the safest person on Earth. He would take me all places , give me most of whatever I want. I was pampered by him so much and I could not even think a day without him.

Till I went to the college , he was the one taking me to all the tuition and all other places in his scooter. Some of my batch-mates would make fun of me for being still dependent on him and some would envy me. I knew that I could go without him but I cherished his presence and super protective treatment. I was somewhat dependent on him and I liked that feeling. 

All his life he had sacrificed a lot and given a lot to the family. Now he is 60 up and would retire this month. With time a lot of things have changed. He is not as strong as before. He asks me before taking decisions , relies on me and most of the times I carry out some simple tasks for him. Now that he depends on me a lot , I feel sometimes he is my child. I scold him on few occasions which he obeys like a small child . He would express happiness when I gift him something in the same way I used to in my childhood when he brought something for me. 

I miss that strong shoulder on which I would rest my head and leave every problem for him to sort out. I miss his strong decisions sometimes. But when I see him proud of me and I see that broad proud smile in his face when he introduces me to someone I feel may be I am not that efficient as he thinks but still for him maybe I am his hero now. Everyone needs a hero. He was and is my hero. Maybe I am his hero too.

Honoured I am !!

The house would look so old from outside yet it was beautiful. It was one of the most ancient house in the colony. Some say that after the lady died , her husband did not leave that house to move to somewhere else. He loved his wife more than anyone could. Not only he but also their only son. The lady was a painter , a great artist and known for her kindness.

The gift of RAKHI

Gifts are so special. It feels great when your loved ones gift you something on the special occasions or any auspicious day. There is so much love involved in these things that we really look forward to such days and even cherish our old memories. We look into those things and relive those moments again and again.
Today is Rakhi Utsav. A day when my sister and I cherish our great bonding and our love for each other gets a special enhancement. Every year we are celebrating it together if not I am out of my country due to my job.

What you want ....

Like you are taught to say your name when your are asked “ Beta what is your name ?” and also when you are asked “ which class you read in ?” you got to say the class you belong , the section along with it won’t be a matter of concern though. I was also taught to say “ Engineer” when someone would ask me that what I would be when I grew up. I never knew the meaning of engineer but could understand from the glowing eyes and a proud smile on my parents face when they heard my answer they had taught me to tell that it must be  very prestigious sort of a thing and you gotta do it to be in the league.

I only knew what I liked. But did it had any connection with the question that people asked and the recorded answer I gave. I used to close the doors and would do weird things like pillow fight  , assume characters in front of me some good and some bad and a heroine I saved would be perfect. I would stand in front of the mirror and make angry expressions for the imagined troubling characters before hitting them hard ( pillow fight starts ).

The more and more I grew I knew what I wanted to be. Many new characters have got added to my list and I would not only do actions scenes in front of the mirror but I would think of many circumstances and scenarios. Its not that I had to try something. It came automatically to me. I had the interests of watching people and notice their behavior – the way the talked , walked , laughed , criticized . When reading stories I could see them happening in front of my eyes . I could see every character , their dresses and expressions in particular. Was it a fault ? or some defect ? I don’t know.

In class 11 , I started doing mimicry . I copied a lot of voices. I was starting to get popular. I had interests in direction and wanted to learn more. I wanted to study films. My parents never approved of what I wanted. My father wanted to study science. He was good in academics and always stood first in the class. But he could not take science because of financial problems. My father played football. His name had even come in newspapers with pictures . He had to join office job because of the family need and therefore left playing as he did not get any facilities from football (there is poilitics in all fields as you know ).He used to tell me all this just goes in vain. What remains with you is your knowledge and degree. He wanted me to be academically strong.

I NEVER WANT MY CHILDREN TO BE ACTOR OR STUDY FILMS . I WON’T FORCE THEM TO BECOME WHAT I COULD NOT. I ONLY WANT THEM TO BECOME WHAT THEY WANT………………..

Life onboard

The professional life has its own discipline and decorum. You have to follow those even if u dont like them just like ur frst school days... You have ur own time adjusted wd the places u visit.. the clock as if is a slave to the master. He announces and u retard or forward the hands of the clock.

Dining wd the officers is sumthing I only saw in movies..You dont make noises wd spoons and plates and eat as silently as u can... Even having a bowl of soup has its own ettiquecy...

In the room there is an absolute silence. Be it a day or night  u can hear the tick tock of the clock and the phone which rings sounds like a death alarm.. It rings ..... ur lyf becomes hell...It is a call from ur senior..u wear ur uniform and run to ur workplace....in case of emergencies u cant even be selfish enuf to ask fr food... all the ppl around are working hard

The only place u have to shout on top of ur voices or else u wont be heard.. Its the ENGINE ROOM..and the most fabulous and heavenly space in the engine room for us is jus beneath the blowers.. U find a miraculous comfort to ur full sweaty body..It jus takes away all ur pain and sufferings.... so u also learn modulations of voices.... learning how to shout and how to keep as silent as dead

The adjustments to temperatures are the best quality we have.. In the engine room u may have to bear 55 degrees and ur cabin is centrally cooled so its around 22-25...

LIFE FOR 7 MONTHS OUTSIDE THE LAND IN A 220 MTR SHIP WD ONLY WATER AND 20 NEW FACES FROM DIFFRENT ORIGIN...THTS LIFE... U READ NEWS IN A CIRCULAR FORMAT AND THAT TOO THE DOLLAR RATE NEWZ IS THE HOT CAKE NEWZ

BUT STILL THERE IS FUN THERE IS FREEDOM... TO BE WHAT U WANT TO... TO LIVE A LIFE U LIKE TO... THE CARE OF UR LOVED ONES WEN U R BACK AND THE TEARS SHOWING THE LOVE WEN U R AWAY... MANY FEW PPL GET THE CHANCE TO LIVE A LIFE WHERE HE IS TOLD SO MANY TYMS "WE MISS U.. PLZZ CUM BACK........