I stay away from home, at hostel.So they bought me the cheapest phone and a lifetime connection …I mean my parents.
I had a kind of hatred for them.Its not because they are poor or not because my father could not give me enough money to spend but because they tried to put me in a school where children studied whose parents are doctors ,engineers,businessmen or whatever so that I can have a better education .But actually what they did in the process was robbing me of my friends ,made me immensely self-conscious of my background at a very early age.I used to have only one set of uniform and travel by local trains.So they stunk and I got often late to school. Nobody was ready to lend me a seat beside them.I was good in studies and that made things even worse. Teachers loved me and my mates envied.My ma made it very clear to me that were were poor and the only thing that I should be doing while in school was study.So I avoided anything that didn’t include the syllabus of my half yearly and the annual exams.I avoided dance,drama,fests,friends,girls etc.So I became a “tight lipped ultra-introvert”( borrowed from the testimonial written by one of my school friend in her retrospect on orkut) mugger.
So now I am a young adult studying in college perfectly without friends because they say the truest friends are those whom you make while in school.Now I have a phone but nobody to call except my parents which I don’t obviously as I hate them for trying me to give a good life.My mother is pretty popular among her friends ,she always know what exactly she is doing,people do seek her advice often on how to bring up their kids after watching her how beautifully she had done the same.Our landline often remain abuzz with people wanting to have her on the phone.
But my dad got no one to call except me and my mother.While my only thought in school was to study ,his was money.So we both made no friends, not even between ourselves.He sometimes calls me,ask me mundane things like how I am,and how is all going for me? And as I said I hate him, I cut short things and usually done exactly in less than a minute.I never ask him how is he or how is it going for him for either I consider them to be too silly or have always expected him to be well enough to make money for my good life.
But now that I am growing old and lonely I think I can feel how empty must he had felt on those evenings when he got nobody to call…..except me.
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