I am
tired of it all. I take care of everyone and everything at home, and yet, no
one gives me a damn. I’m just taken for granted.
Let
me tell you what happened this morning. I woke up fresh and fine, and made
myself and my hubby some hot coffee, and sat in the balcony of our first floor
flat, enjoying the cool breeze. My husband, who had just finished his workout,
started, ‘I just don’t like the way the kids are idling. They don’t even wake
up early!’ Being an early riser, I know of the benefits of being a lark, but my
twins, aged ten, were too young to understand that. I am a firm believer in
discipline, not in form, but in content. ‘Look at Kaushik, he’s one year junior
to our useless fellows, but gets up early, takes the tennis class, goes to
school, learns the piano, and can dance like MJ. Look at our fellows. Except
for studies, they’re good for nothing’. ‘Oh, please stop that, won’t you? It
seems you are cursing your children!’ said I, closing my ears from the foulness
of the talk. Is this the way a father thinks about his children? Could he not
think constructively? ‘You don’t understand my position. All my peers have
achievers as their children. And look at me, I have twins, with half the
achievement of any single child’. ‘There you are… You have twins, so you are
doubly blessed. Achievements are not an end in itself. Recollect your district
first rank in your X standard exam. Now, after being the father of two, does it
give you the same pride and achievement as you did then?’
