This is a continuation of Part IV of my autobiography. You can read it here.
Father & mother were equal opposites in every imaginable way. I came to realize that later on in life when they never seemed to agree, on about every debatable issue. I used to get extremely entertained especially when we took long trips together in the family car. They would begin the process by coming up with some topic of discussion each taking their defined position in their respective corner of the fighting ring. They would then proceed to declare, deliberate & defend their view on the matter. By the time we usually got home the healthy debate had degenerated into an unhealthy argument & we kids were left to declare & crown the winner. Well…. not really, since at the end, it was all about who was the bigger loser.
It was a real sad affair, as we had to walk into & live in a house where wars & rumors of war were becoming a staple part of our balanced diet. This was not always the case, as we also knew the happiest of our days during these times. Father was the calm gentleman, a beacon of hope in an era of growing despair, while mother was the ever caring mum, a light, beaming love & good tidings to our humble home. From a tender age I was spoiled by all the love going round in our house, mother & father constantly guided us by the principle that, ‘if you got nothing to give then just love’. And we did love a great deal, which carried us through a great depression that would be a ghoulish unwelcome guest in the years to come.
My growing up –as most people would confess of their own- was a never-ending sequel of bittersweet episodes. My early years were in the late ’80’s and early ‘90’s, which I love to name as ‘My pleasant past’. I remember that we were always worlds apart from our peers. It was hard relating to them & on very scattered incidences do I recall our avid participation in the then common estate rounds or children play pens. In my young eyes, they were all a bunch of aliens & we were a small chosen race set apart to light up a darkening world. I guess our role & purpose was outlined, a stark contrast to a background of unending gloom, misery and hopelessness that was becoming the embodiment of a rising religion in our parts. Well, a lot has changed since then of my Joseph-like dream point of view, but I guess that we all share the yoke in making the globe a better haven for the next fellow. Growing up only put more steel in my resolve as I came to realize that we all were aliens in a passing world & if this ship were to sink, I would surely go down with the rest of humanity. Knowing this truth, I determined within me to set sail off my safety harbor & share my story with every ear that would care enough to listen.