My father is a simple man. Although he is well-educated, very sharp, very aware he still isn’t a man of the world. His honesty, integrity and desire for a perfect world has often caused him and us (my family) a lot of heartache over the years. It’s funny how most of your life you feel protected by your parents and then there comes a stage in life, when you feel like protecting them from the mean mean place this world has become.

Yesterday my father was driving back home from somewhere when two young girls in a car hit his. Instead of apologizing for what was their mistake they launched a full-fledged verbal attack on my dad. Even though my parents didn’t tell me the exact details but I can so clearly visualize what would have transpired at that time. This exchange itself would have been a shock for my father but what followed was unexpected even to me. One of the girls at that point leaned forward and tore off the pocket of my father’s shirt. And it was only later that my father realized that she had stolen his 3-day old Blackberry! Only when the whole world has witnessed this incident and they has managed to get hold of an item with a perceived value equal to that of their damaged car, did the girls finally let go. Other than the fact that my father was too appalled, he also didn’t say much to the girls because he knew that if it comes to it the law will side with them. And of course, being the simple man he is didn’t even take down their license plate number for future action.

My blood boiled when my mother told me about this incident and all I have wanted to do since yesterday is to get hold of those two girls. I am hardly an aggressive person but god knows, had I been present in the car with my father yesterday, those bitches wouldn’t have known what hit them.

Nobody knows better than me that it wasn’t even the loss of the mobile that hurt him, it was humiliation of it all. The loss of face that he had to suffer at the hands of two young punks who probably haven’t learnt any other way to deal with things. I mean seriously, what kind of world do we live in where aggression is seen as the answer to all problems? Has anyone taught them that even if it is not your fault, you don’t talk shit to an almost 60-years-old man? That nothing gives you the right to attack him and steal his phone? And most importantly, using your gender as a tool to mistreat someone is taking five steps back for women’s rights and not the other way around?

What say?

Well. what else do I write? I did exchange rather long emotionally charged mails to the previously mentioned colleague. And I am happy to say that some air has got cleared, at least for the time being. So that’s good.

I was just going through my previous post in my head today (in an auto!) and it just occurred to me that I use the phrase “Persecution Complex” sometimes without actually knowing the academic definition of it. So I Googled it only to realize that my definition was completely wrong! It is not blaming one self for everything, it is a condition wherein you think that the whole world is out to get you or persecute you. Like Alchemist in reverse. I probably suffer from that too, but since I used it in the wrong context I apologize. New learning everyday!

Tied up my house at 2 in the night. The state of my house is always reflection of the state of my mind and vice versa. Is that true for all?

Diwali is round the corner, no plans.

Although I do wish I knew how to deal with it tomorrow!

In the evening ended up having dinner with a friend inspite if being awfully tired. I think both of us are just going through so much work pressure that it helps to talk about it with each other, just for some empathy. Isn’t it amazing how much work can affect your life without you even realizing ?

But of course the best thing was meeting my boss and her newborn baby boy. Although I am not very fond of babies, I must admit that this baby was very cute ! Just wish that he had been happier when I held him

So the agenda of this ‘project’ is quite simple – write a post everyday. I may not be able to publish it everyday but I will jot down something daily. It is the first step for me to move in the direction that I want to and be the person that I want to be. Unlike most things I start, I am quite skeptical and apprehensive about this and am not sure if I can even manage to do this for a week but what the heck, it is almost worth a shot.

I have absolutely no clue what this blog is going to be about except that it will not be a cooking blog (sorry Julie!). It might end up being a girl’s ‘Dear Diary’ or it might become something more substantial. I guess, we’ll all discover this sooner or later.

Bon Voyage !