So my life pretty much sucks, most of the time. My parents separated many, many centuries ago (it feels like that). I used to live with my father but that didn’t work out and I ran away from home, thinking I would live with my mom, who lives in Dubai but at that point was in Mumbai. So I ran away and it was like my first steps towards running all my life.
Ever since, I’ve been running. People keep throwing me out of their homes and I have to search for another. I don’t think anyone must’ve changed stations as may times as I have. I lived at ‘Khar’ and then ‘Kandivali’ and then ‘Santacruz’ and then ‘Andheri’ and then ‘Santacruz’ again and then ‘Kandivali’ again and then ‘Santacruz’ again and then back to ‘Khar’ from where I started. I’ve even travelled across countries. Dubai, India, Dubai, India, Dubai, India….and it can just go on. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve travelled back and forth.
Yesterday, in the morning, I woke up late and was in a mad, mad rush to reach office. I was dressing up and heard my uncle yell. I didn’t pay much attention because he always yells. The apparent discussion was, why was I staying in the house, if my aunt had leftMy uncle and his wife were yelling at my poor old grandfather who doesn’t really have a choice but to listen to them. They yelled, I yelled. They yelled some more, I yelled some more. Eventually, I asked them to stuff it (using foul language, of course) and left the house. Three people were yelling at me and I took them on! I felt like a warrior who was injured badly but didn’t give up without a fight.
I spent the whole day trying to figure out what to do. So I stuffed myself with a lot of food. Yes, I know that wasn’t the solution to my problem but it was temporary happiness. I managed to convince a friend to let me stay with her. The worst part was, I didn’t have a bag to carry my stuff. So I packed my things in plastic bags.
This is just one out of the many many weird traumas I’ve faced. But I’m ready for life. You name the weird thing and it’s happened to me. So I’m just telling life to show me what it’s got and I’m ready for it.
I was saying this to a friend yesterday and it came out as “show me got you what” (I have a problem, I fumble a lot). He laughed and said, “that’s why strange things happen to you. Coz you’re sending life mixed signals.”
I think he’s right. I need to learn how to speak better.
this post actually made me very sad.
I think it’s amazing how strong, brave and more importantly jovial you’ve come through, through all of this
and you bring a smile to so many, you deserve a smile yourself.
hope the new beginning is perfect
It is going to be, don’t worry. And don’t be sad….I’ve learnt a lot from all this. That’s the reason I smile and make others smile as well.
You have no idea how right you are in those last lines.
And about naming one weird thing that has not happened to you..what about…loosing your entire luggage repeatedly and be left with nothing but whatever you were wearing then.
Or wait a sec, what about having to hide in a roadside box near bus-stop to escape school!
Anyways, you are a superstar
Cheers!!
Hehe…if it hasn’t happened to me yet, it will eventually. Thanks for makin me a superstar but I’m really not. I just try and be +