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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Comments

  1. A wonderful post Ranita, I enjoyed reading this very much, especially the story from your Dad and your undersanding of it now. Thank you for sharing :)

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    1. Thanks Denise for your lovely comment..and my understanding were actually the outcome of my growing age..but my days with my dad were wonderful..

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  2. Ranita, i always like things which are told simply and resonate with deeper meanings which we ought to understand as we grow in life and experience... this incident of yours is one such.... Nice Post.

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    1. Thanks Kokila..actually in my case I cannot write anything from my imagination..to write something it always has to be experienced by me..thanks that you liked my writing..

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  3. Your father was a wise man, Ranita. I remember needing such lessons myself when I was a young girl. All part of growing up.

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    1. Yes Valerie I was a lucky young girl with my dad as my first teacher..whatever he taught, you can't believe, it helps me in every step of my life..

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  4. Ranita, very interesting and nice post ...
    I wish you a nice, sunny weekend.
    Greetings from far away Polish ♥ ♥ ♥
    Lucia

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    1. Thanks Lucy that you liked my post..Wish you too a nice weekend..

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  5. very nice...........the treatment of article is superb....the first sentence arises curiosity...and suspense.......the flow of the story is again beautiful....with no break in thoughts....lucky to read.

    pankaj

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    1. Thanks Pankaj for such lovely words..

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  6. Nicely shared and very well weaved in.

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  7. Hello Ranita. Just wanted to let you know that the reason I haven't been able to visit is that I've been traveling. In fact, I'm not tooo far from you right now. We are visiting our son in Bangladesh where he is working on public health. I always keep our travels a secret for security reasons. I don't like people to know I'm gone. I'm at the end of my trip though so we'll be back in Hawaii shortly.

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  8. oops! Forgot to tell you it was me, Kay of Musings.

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    1. Thanks Kay for responding back..I wish if you could have visited India and really I am just a few hundred miles away from where you are..enjoy your vacation..

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