So I WAS studying mathematics but ended up here. A short story which I hope you like. It’s titled- ‘Daddy’s Misery’.
What did he do? What did he do wrong? Where did he go wrong? He pondered over this question while he held her hair as she puked for the sixth time that night. He had come here with a lot of trouble, to her aid. But what happened? Life, he guessed, as he accompanied her back to the hotel bed when she finished.
He knew something was wrong just when she called him. His worst fears were confirmed when she opened the door, blood pouring down her nose. The room looked unswept, uncleaned and smelled like shit. But what he noticed were the long paper tubes that were scattered in the room. He remembered the first time he had seen her do coke. He had just returned from a tour and entered his house, when he saw her and her friends on the couch. She didn’t deny it surprisingly. “You said you’d forgive the biggest mistake if it’s just once. It’s this one. Daddy, please help me.” He had her in a rehabilitation center for the next six months where she showed considerable improvement. After three more weeks, she was officially cured. That that was four years ago. He had made it a point to talk to her every day, no matter how busy the day might’ve been. But lately, they had drifted apart again. Her calls had become less frequent, and she herself had become moody and irritable. The last week, she had called him at four in the morning and just asked, “Dad, how will I get out of this darkness, this abyss?”
He softly stroked her hair as she began snoring. Looking at her, he whispered, “You knew the way in, darling. Only you know the way out.”
First of all, a very happy anniversary to me! No, not my birthday or engagement, but this blog. This baby just turned three today! I’ve been happily married to ‘The World Past Me’ for three years now. And I’d like to congratulate this URL for having managed to stay with me for all this time, I can be very difficult if I want to.
So, its time for speeches! First of all, I’d like to thank my father was this amazingly brilliant, mind engaging idea of “launching” this blog on the public sphere. It gives me absolute pleasure to see my stats everyday! I’d like to thank my mom and my sister for having allowed me to log on their emails and subscribe to this baby.
I’d like to thank Garg Aunty, my tuition teacher for having taught me how to write. I am forever indebted to you, ma’am. I’d also like to thank Enid Blyton for having written the ‘Famous Five’ series that was actually the first book I bought (thanks again, dad) and read. And finally, to all those people who take out time and visit this blog, regularly or otherwise (although I know this is usually visited my children who wish to proceed with their summer holiday homework) and appreciate my stuff. Thanks a lot for encouraging me to present more to you guys!
With your appreciation, I’ll hopefully write more and write better and present you all with more engaging stuff.
Class XI. Maths Test. 10 questions. Sixty Minutes. May seem enough to some, but not me. Okay, I’m sorry to have been so irregular, but I couldn’t find inspiration “around the corner”. Also, my UT’S. Have been very busy. My maths test was last Friday. It went horrible. So I composed this poem to unleash my fury and hence the title.
Maths, my dear,
You have become my fear.
You name is so small.
But the paper compromises it all.
Ten big questions, brandished like swords,
Makes us remember all our Lords.
Your one hour time limit,
Feels a little too bit.
Seeing the paper made me feel,
You are easy, it was surreal.
Thought I and I began to write,
But I was up against time in this fight.
I wrote and wrote but it never came to end,
The swords pierced me, I couldn’t defend.
Ultimately, lost I,
I cannot defy.
I put up a good fight,
But my mom was right.
I need to write faster.
Else the results will be a disaster.
So finally I lost some tears,
And it was because of you my dear.
For all the curious ones, I scored 13. Yeah, on 25. Shame on me. Hell, disaster!