Ashes

False Alarm?

What is life? Confusing fallacies. Or diligence and dillusion acting at the same time. I can help you out with this. Imagine a ball. What would you do? Play right? You play with the ball in your balcony, but make sure that it doesn't fall. If your balcony is fenced, then its even better. You can hit the ball harder and enjoy even more. The person hitting the ball is the replica of life and you are the ball. And, sometimes the balcony can be represented as the world. You get hit again and again, but you never chose to fall. Maybe at times you don't have an option. So much to do and so less time.
Well, I am at my father's funeral. I don't know but, for some reason, I am not feeling bad. For some reason, I am thinking of random situations that seem so much metaphoric to me. All my life, I had never such kind of exposure and I accept it. But then when I started to have some, everything changed. All of us are endowed with the power of emotions. We express ourselves with these and for some reason, they always seem to get us. I would love to lead an emotionless life. Where everyone and everything has a reason and that life doesn't pity on you.

Coming back to the point. Funeral. I have my wife sitting next to the guests. My friends occupying one side of the room and probably figuring out a way to talk to me about this. But why should they? I am not feeling bad. I am not crying. I have not turned into a stone. I am just enjoying a drink. I know for a fact that we die one day and that, it is quite normal for people to leave you. Simple.

My dad. He was one of a kind. He dreamed of making all the birds in the air fly together and find love whenever, wherever his heart went. Frankly speaking, I haven't seen much of my mother. Infact, I have never seen her. I never had my dad talking about her. So I knew nothing. Well, I never had the urge to look for her either. I wish I had specific feelings now. I am just going to narrate what happened between me and life. And trust me, I am not going to lie.

Who is A father? A pillar of support, an epitome of inspiration, a friend and I guess, and everything to you.

Now, about my fascinating relationship with life.

We moved places a lot. I have studied in four schools and lived in four different countries altogether. Ya, I somewhat do posses a strong hand in speaking some languages. My life has been very adventurous since I never knew the meaning of settling down. I don't speak much. Maybe this is one of my strengths. My dad was an accountant at many firms. Well one thing I understood was that, you need an accountant anytime, anywhere. Maybe, he got a job so easily because he was so charming and his "impressive" résumé did the rest. I respected him and I even do now.

Everybody knows that the job of an accountant is not a dynamic one. Well then what made him transfer jobs so frequently?

Love. Every juncture. Everytime.

It was a Quiet morning and I was already up. Dad constantly shouted out my name reminding me to not forget breakfast. I was at my room thinking about who sculptured the clouds and tried to pridict the design for today's illusion. Well, with no doubt I was wrong everytime and that drived my anxiousness to never stop trying. It was noon that day when I had realised that I had still not completed my illusion and that it was about lunch time. I remember the day clearly because that was the first time, dad told me that he loved another lady. We moved to Italy that fall and dad seemed so happy. I was in grade school back then. Only one thing was really peculiar. He started to drink a lot. Her name was Alice and she was pretty.

We stayed there for the next year, when one fine day, I decided to bunk school. I was in my room and my breakfast was made right on time. I Didn't leave my room since I was sleepy that morning and i didn't feel like eating. It was during one in the afternoon, that the doorbell rang and I thought that it was Alice. I woke up, but then I slept again. I didn't eat the entire day. When it was around six, I decided to lay my steps in the hall. The doorbell rang and I reached for the gate at once. It was Alice and she was angry. She didn't even look at me. My dad came down and there was another lady with him. I had never seen her before. Alice shouted at him and he said that he was sorry. We moved to Sydney later and he Said that we would have a fresh start.