Dilemmas of today

Dear Dad,         I choose my words carefully when I talk to you, with Mom I can talk for hours, maybe it's ought to be that sons are closer to their mom and daughters to their father. Whenever as a child I wanted anything from you, I always told Mom to tell you, not because I was afraid but I was more in awe and respect. I love the way you appreciate me, boast of my achievements when you talk to the relatives assuming I'm not present. You are a role model to me, your conduct is inspirational. It pains me today that a man who once used to carry me on his shoulders to school is ill. If I was a child today I would have said "Superman never becomes sick".It's difficult to convey my love to you but all I have is words and I've tried it through a poem. Hope you like it. I remember when you gifted me a bicycle and taught me how to ride, then you removed the learning wheels and left me by myself and I cried. And you said 'You must learn.' I remember ...

   After hard hitting last couple of blogs I am taking a breather with this one. This one seemed to be an easy topic at first but gave a tough time to finish. Yes, it's my birthday week. But I don't know whether to be happy celebrating my 21st birthday or to be sad at loosing my innocent ages too soon. I don't know whether this happens with everyone or not but leading to my birthday each year my family, especially my mom, aunts and grandmothers discuss about me all day. How naughty I was in my childhood, where and when was I born, how I used to cry at night and not let anybody sleep, how I used to throw everything away preferably on my neighbour's roof, how I used to never walk and needed someone to pick me up. I get completely amazed as I can't obviously remember my naughtiness, I blush when my relatives tell me that you've changed drastically.      Well, this year was all the same. The same relatives visiting, me chilling out with my friends, 12'o clock ...