Last Friday we had a kids day at office wherein employees brought their sons & daughters to see their workplace & also interact with other employees’ children. The day was filled with lot of fun-filled activities & events; games & sports for all age groups which concluded with pizzas & ice-creams in abundance at end of the day. However what stuck me the most that day was the camaraderie that kids had with their parents and the informality in their relationships. I for one could never be so open & free with my people, and still continue with abhorrence and more coldness thrown in. I am many times stunned when I see my friends, moreso girls, share a drink at home. For me that would be sacrilege, no matter my ever-growing drinking capacity off late
Perhaps my predicament also had something to do with the set of people I had, what with the male specie always living in his own bureaucratic air while the female one a replica of Lalita Pawar It is strange that very same people I grew up with, who taught me to stand tall and face the world, that I loathe the most. But I guess the discomfort is bilateral, the umbilical chord was cracked before it developed
During my high school, much against my will, I had my cousin stay in my house, share my stuff and also join me as classmate in school. Perhaps my Mom wanted to share her menopause blues with a girl & also have their own girly thing going, believe me I still have my silent curses going for them.
Agreed I have had a comfortable upbringing, something which can be & is the envy of many others. But who would like to live in a golden cage? Life is perhaps made of small things, but being deprived of them can lead to much bigger issues. Now that I am at a marriageable age, I do not have anyone that I can tell my spouse as my own. Had this fucking recession not come, perhaps would have ran off to Dubai already; but will have to see now what destiny has in store for me.