Monthly Archives: August 2014

Daddy

There are some people in your life without whom your entire life feels worthless. You can’t make a single decision without consulting these people. You can’t take a step forward in life without looking back to see that these people are behind you. You can’t ever let go of these people. These are the people you love.

Most people do not recognize these people until they’re gone. They don’t realize their importance in their lives. These are the unfortunate ones.

Then there are the fortunate ones. The ones who know who they want in their life. I know that I belong to this category because of one person: my dad.

My dad, to me, is a complete weirdo. I probably sound like a hypocrite when I say this but, his ego and his attitude are the most annoying things in the world. The way he never gives up on an argument and can drag a conversation until no one cares are very irritating. His temper, oh lord! He gets angry for every tiny thing. He’s probably mad at me right now for staying up past my bed time to write this (Sorry daddy).

At the same time, he’s the most amazing man ever. He is the most influential person in my life. Without his stupid debates and lame jokes, god knows what I’d be. The way he pisses me off and messes with me is one of my favorite things. Don’t even get me started on our intellectual conversations. The amount of senseless wisdom that comes out of these conversations is irreplaceable. The way we can talk about anything from nuclear war to Balakrishna’s amazing punch lines as we fiddle with our food at the dinner table annoys my mom in a way I cannot explain in words (Ask her about those conversations and she won’t stop complaining about us).

I just wanted to say that my father, to me, is the best father in the world. Everything I achieved and will achieve is because of all the love and support he gives me. He is the wisest and most smart person I know. I may never buy him a Lambhorgini (I don’t even know how to spell it) or take him around the world but, I will always respect him and love him. I never say anything positive about him because I know he’ll use it against me someday. That’s why you’ve always seen me crib and complain about him. But, in reality, I cannot live without all those things that make me crib and complain about him.

Happy birthday, nanna. I love you. You’re best daddy in the entire universe. Thanks for always being there.

Forever and always,
Bhavi.

P.S. Again, sorry for staying up late. Please don’t ground me.
P.P.S. Yes. You did teach me Remainder Theorem and Factor Theorem. Happy?

Finest China

I have a vase
It’s made of the finest China.
I know not where I found it.
I know not what it means.
I know not what its absence would do to me.

I have a vase
It’s made of the finest China.
Its beauty is inexplicable.
Its existence enigmatic.
Its place in my heart an irrational question.

I have a vase
It’s made of the finest China.
I refuse to touch it with my tangible hands.
I refuse to let go of its transcendent state.
I refuse to let a dark eye ruin its legacy.

I have a vase
It’s made of the finest China.
It wants to be explored.
It wants to move ahead.
It wants to display its timeless aura across a wider spread.

I have a vase
It’s made of  the finest China.
It does not realize its mortality.
It does not realize its  pestilent stupidity.
It does not realize it shall shatter at fall.

I have a vase
It’s made of the finest China.
It irks me to let it fall out.
It kills me to watch it hurt.
It devastates me to ignore its loss.

I have a vase
It’s made of the  finest China.
I know it’s my selfishness that draws all the lines.
I know that my childish whims annoy.
I know that my foolishness is severe.

I have a vase
It’s made of the finest China.
Alas! I must enter the stage.
I must ignore my conscience.
I must try.