Instinctive feeling is it?

Dad was very much willing to see at least one doctor from among his four children. He tried whatever he could to fulfil his desire. He admitted us to decent schools, always helped us with our studies, provided private tutors, etc,.

My dad was very focused of what he wanted his children to be. On the other hand the saddest part for us was that the medical college was and still is situated on a hill top just in front of our house. Every day dad used to show us the college and remind us of how fortunate we were to be born there, else people come from so far off places to study there. Everyday it had as if become a ritual for us to hear those lines which we secretly hated.

His first struggle started with his eldest son, a die hard cricket fan and a district level player himself. Dad was so determined that one fine day he took my brother to visit the medical college, hoping that the atmosphere there might help my cricket crazy brother to divert his mind from cricket to studies. But my brother, before entering the college compound, peed at its gate. At that my father was furious and came home and declared that a person who pees at the gates of an institute before entering it, should never be allowed to enter its premises. 

Then dad's focus shifted to my second brother. But this brother of mine was not a person to act on somebody else's wish, what if it was his own father's? He was least bothered. Then obviously the indicator was bound to shifted towards me. 

I was very ambitious. My class tenth results were out. I passed with flying colours and that also with letter marks in Mathematics. Dad was the happiest. He felt as if he had won half the battle. But, my declaration that I would not be studying science, shattered my dad. But I knew, though I scored above 80 percent in maths but I was not at all comfortable with physics, chemistry and biology. I asked dad if he wanted me to see study further or not. I told him very clearly that I did not understand science. At that, it seemed dad understood me and allowed to study arts. But it still hurts me that I could not fulfil my dad's wish.

On the other hand though my sister was studious yet my father was not so stern with her studies because my sister was not at all ambitious. She studied because she had to study. She always used to say that she does not want to study much. She declared that the day she would get married she would stop her studies. But she was the one who had to study the most. Because she got married a bit late and dad made her study one after another. After her graduation she did her BEd, then she studied law but just before she could complete she got married and she did exactly what she told before- she quit from her law school.

My purpose of writing such a long post is that there is no point, parents should compel their children to choose a career of their parent's choice. It is better that the child be given the right to choose his or her career. Because if the child obliges and fulfils his /her parents' wish its better but if he/she does not oblige why the parents hurt themselves in the process. But yes, parents should be always there to show them the right way so that they do not get indulge into any anti social activities. 

But now, the irony is that my brother complains that his son is adamant to study commerce and that my brother feels that there is no life in commerce for a student like his son and on the other hand I started convincing my daughter to study science when she grows up so that she can either go to medical or engineering studies. 

Now, I wonder if it is instinctive for all parents to feel the same as my dad felt.

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Oil and water

I am the third among four siblings and the closest to dad. I always used to cling to him all the time. I used to work in the garden with him, used to go to the market, to most of the morning and evening walks, to all his friend's houses. In short he was the best of friends. 

During our walks to the market or during our morning or evening walks he always used to talk about the childhood pranks of himself and his friends, which I used to enjoy thoroughly.  

One day, I had a good thrashing from my mom for spending some money (without her permission) she gave me to buy grocery from the nearby grocery shop. I was very upset. In the evening dad asked me to accompany him for a walk. I followed him. He knew I was very upset. He knew that I did something wrong but he did not tell anything to me. My dad never used to scold us whenever mom used to do it. He just told me that I should not repeat it because it was not good.

Than he started narrating a story of one of his friends who did something similar to what I did. My dad's friend was a poor chap and was the naughtiest of all his friends. His mother gave him some money and asked him to buy hundred grams of mustard oil. The boy bought only fifty grams of oil and with the remaining money he bought a cigarette and smoked it along with his friends. While returning home he filled the remaining fifty grams with water. But he never knew that oil and water never mixes. He shook the bottle all the way home but once he stopped shaking, the oil and water would separate. Thus, returning home he had a wonderful thrashing. Hearing that I started laughing. What amused me more was the thought that how he did not know that water and oil does not mix.

But today I think that the story my father narrated had some other deeper meaning. I do not know if he just told me the story then or he wanted to teach me something but today it has a different meaning. Today, I feel that every relationship is like water and oil. We must keep on shaking the bottle properly so that the mixture of our relationship remains smooth. Once we stop, differences take place.

Isn't it true that as we grow we grow complicated? 

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Evening Sky

Today's evening sky from our balcony

Triumph

Reaching home from school the first words Akanksha uttered- lets do it. I pretended of not understanding, at which she started screaming. She started complaining that every day I make fake promises and that she would not have food unless I allow her to prepare the cake.

Knowing very well that there was no scope for escape, I allowed her to do the same under one condition that she would clean up the after mess. She promised to do so.

She asked me to keep away from helping her and that I should concentrate only on taking photographs so that I could post it in my blog and that everybody should know that she can bake all by herself.

And thus she starts her preparation - grinding, sieving, whisking, greasing etc. etc. 

Busy mixing butter and sugar

Posing for me

Mixing all the ingredients that too quite competently 

While she was greasing the baking tin I sat down and started reading a book. When, I was in a deep slumber I could not understand. When I woke up her cake was already baked and cooled and was covered with the white whipped cream and she was decorating the cake. May be I was sleeping for not less than 2 - 3 hours.

She was already quite done with the icing part when I woke up

When I asked her why did not she wake me up, she replied that, in that way she was doing everything her way, without my interruption. But the final result I think was awesome.

I was shocked when I cut the cake, I found that she had cut the cake into two halves and filled it with cream in between. Also the consistency of the cream for icing was perfect. 

The photograph of the cake piece did not come out clear though, but the taste was awesome and the sponge damn soft. The most important part is that the cake was eggless. Since her father does not eat egg, she made it eggless. Now, I feel that the money I spent did not go in vein. It was worth it. What say? 

Experiment

Exams are over and my nightmare starts because everyday I have to bring out something new to keep Akanksha busy and entertained. Though school is not yet closed, its going to be from Monday for ten long days. Her mood swings every now and then. At one moment she is willing to go and watch a movie, once its over she starts planning to visit a game parlour. The very next moment she will insist to go to an amusement park. With every move my purse tend to loose weight.

Recently, she has developed a new love in the field of cooking and baking. Now most of the time you would find her either watching a food channel or browsing the net on how to bake cakes or to decorate a cake. I thought, chalo, my money is saved. But, good God! it is becoming more expensive.

In the recent past she has baked a few cakes which surprisingly turned out quite perfect.

but now her challenge is to decorate a cake properly. For this again I have to purchase a hand blender because whipping the cream with the hand does not work properly.

This is the cake she decorated with cream whipped by hand

So, last week we bought a hand blender (a cheaper version) online. It is really very handy and consumes very less time. Also quite powerful.

From quite few days, she has been insisting to buy the necessary ingredients for baking and icing her cake. So, at last, yesterday we had been to the supermarket to buy the ingredients.

Now, within a few minutes she will be home from school and will be busy with all this. Just praying to almighty whatever she prepares may it come out properly, else the whole process will be repeated, does not know how many times.

Will let you know the out come, whatever it may be.

Longing for you

I left you twelve years ago,
Without giving a second thought.
I was being selfish.

You were my love, my passion,
But my new love was
Far more appealing.

When you were in my life,
Felt that many like you
just come and go.

Now, after twelve years
When my love has grown up,
You linger in my thought.

But when I look for you
Find that you have grown so big,
You deny to recall.

I know you are mad at me,
But just look at me once,
Me, once your passionate lover.

I am fearful to approach you,
You have broadened the path.
But, did you really forget me?

Please let me know,
How to come close to you,
'cause 'my Career', till now I long for you.

Here, the love referred to is my job that I left for my new love (my daughter).