If only dreams could come true

Dad just walks into the house!!!! Mom and I cannot believe our eyes. We are in complete shock, yet extremely delighted. We keep staring at him for a while in utter disbelief.

Ten years is a long time. Dad is silent. He doesn’t speak a word. He just looks around to see how our house has changed completely. Mom looks at him expecting some appreciation. After all she has done an excellent job all these years.

I am showing dad my wedding card and mahesh’s picture hoping for a positive response. But I’m disappointed when I see no reactions on his face. Is he happy, is he mad at me, is he sad….I have no idea.

I’m jumping around with the thought that dad would be present at my wedding. Am I dreaming or is it real? I go to mom and ask her to pinch me. No it’s real. It’s real. Mom and dad together would do the kanyadaana……what more can I ask for….life is so unpredictable…anything can happen anytime….i’m the happiest person in this world today…..

I call aysh to share this wonderful news…...but she doesn’t pick the call….stupid its midnight for her….so what can’t she pick my call….i’m dying to tell her…….let me call sush….i pick my phone to see ‘Luck calling’…..arre why is he calling now….hey wait a minute…so akshay’s dad will be back too…he has to wait for a little more than nine years…..and sush’s dad will be back in another two to three years…..everyone is going to come back….all smiles :)

I go back to dad.....i ask him……dad where were you all these years……what happened……we thought you were dead…….he doesn’t answer and doesn’t even look at me…..i ask again…please tell me dad…where were you all these years…….he says he had survived an accident and had decided not to return back to us and we all thought he was dead in that mishap….

I’m crying uncontrollably…..just the thought that dad wanted to get rid of us is killing me……did I make a bad daughter……was he so fed up of us that he chose to stay away from us all alone in a remote place…...so irritated with us that he didn’t bother to contact us for ten long years……

But then I think….dad never met with an accident….we lost him for hemorrhage in an ICU of a hospital………I remember everything……it runs like a movie in front of me…..from how he was taken to the hospital that night to how we buried his body……all this in a span of 38 hours….

In this state of chaos and confusion, unable to realize what’s real and what’s not, I hear my mobile screaming. It’s the alarm. I wake up to my world. Yes it was a dream.

If only dreams could come true.

will miss you.....

Weather has been more pleasant and beautiful than ever in Mysore these days. It’s kind of gloomy and dark all the time with glimpse of sunshine once in a while. It seems like it’s gonna pour anytime. But it doesn’t. Occasional drizzle to make it more romantic. It’s perfect weather to go on a ride to Chamundi on ‘my’ style with the song ‘nee amruthadhare’ playing on my iPod. It’s perfect weather to go home and eat bisi bisi menasinakayi bajji prepared by mom. It’s perfect weather to sit in the front yard with ‘P.S. I Love you’ on one hand and a coffee mug on the other (hmmmm….the aroma of the perfect filter coffee by mom:)).
While I was dreaming about all of these, reality hit me. All this will be gone in a couple of months. I will be far from mysore, far from chamundi, far from home, from mom, from kannada, from our campus, from the beautiful rains, from the amazing sunsets, from my style, from filter coffee, from the ever-pleasant weather, from weekend treks, from kannada movies, from rajesh krishnan songs, from traffic/pollution -free roads, from bicycle rides in the campus, from the majestic mysore palace, from masal-puri and churmuri, from the good-to-avoid food at FC1, from the occasional trips to blore……..
I love this city. I love everything about this city. The roads, the people, the places, the monuments, my school, my college, my infy campus, the weather. I love its simplicity; I love its old-world charm; I love the romance in the air. I feel very proud about this place and I love that feeling. They say every city has one special and unique place one would emotionally be attached to. One place you would like to go in times of joy and sorrow. Chamundi has been that place for me. I have made countless trips to this magical place mostly with close friends and sometimes alone. There is something mysterious about this place. Something special that you feel the moment you enter the arch at the foothill. I have been to this place at all times of the day, at all seasons of the year, by road, by steps. I have had endless chat about friends, friendship, love, gossip, universe, stars and family. There have been times when I didn’t speak a word throughout and still conveyed a lot, times when I have cried my heart out for reasons that seem silly now, times when I have been genuinely happy and thankful about everyone I have in my life.
There are a lot of memories associated with this place. It is here that I have grown up, made friends-forever, achieved, learned to value relationships, understood love, experienced loss, played, fought, cried, sang, danced, smiled……..
I can’t imagine that this will just be a place I’m gonna visit once in a while. I can’t imagine I will have to try hard to take out time to go on a ride to chamundi.
I’m gonna miss you terribly :(

I could die for you....

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion
I have shuddered at it
I shudder no more
I could be martyr'd for my religion
Love is my religion
And I could die for that
I could die for you
-by John Keats

faith...

Just remember one thing. If you are going to do the right thing, no one can do any wrong to you. This is one thing I have always believed in life.

Love you motu :)