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This is the punishment
for entering the kitchen and disturbing my mom.
Just stand in the corner and keep quiet.
Keep mum.
But recently I have not entered the kitchen and interfered
I used to, in my childhood.
I was a very active baby, mom always tells me.
They were really happy after my birth
After all they got a new identity no
"Kabir's mom", "Kabir's dad"!
I don’t know what they were expecting when they named me "Kabir"
Let it be!
So...
Mom...
Always keeps telling me
that Dad...
cried awfully on my birth.
I mean he picked me up, glanced into my eyes
And he couldn’t control his tears.
And mom couldn't tell who exactly was smaller!
I mean he couldn’t control the tears of joy.
From then onward, my mom says
that I've made my father cry since my birth... always!
I mean she says it out of fun.
Actually, I am a blessing for them because they'd waited for so long.
I was born 8 years after their marriage.
See eight years!
Long time!
One tends to lose hope!
But before they lost hope, I was born.
So just like I am a blessing for them, they too are for me.
My mom and dad are too cute!
And they consistently appreciate me.
I mean... Um...
The way I used to toddle.
What happened when I got up on my legs for the first time...
How much I cried on the first day of my school...
How many times I fell down from my bicycle.
They always keep talking in amusement.
And this house...
My house, these memories...
This cradle for me...
They brought me up really well... all these books...
Sent me to a good school.
And my grades were good in the school.
I mean when they dropped in college
was when I realized that they were actually good in school.
Mother : I am fixing lunch in 5 minutes. Go and call Kabir.
She is angry at me, so she wouldn’t talk to me directly.
But this is what happened.
Somehow the distance kept growing.
When I got into the college
I was expecting my parents to get more friendly.
But they started controlling me.
I absolutely disliked it.
Don’t do this... don’t do that... don’t behave like that... don’t behave like this..
I didn't like it, but it made no difference
as I had many friends.
A lot of them.
And just like everyone else, I fell.
In love.
She was wonderful!
On that very moment I'd decided, this is it!
She is the one!
And because of that 'one', I had 2-3-4 backlogs.
And it took me 5 years to complete my engineering.
But what difference does it make?
My parents were there to support me
So...
I got a job
Then they said, now we need a daughter in law.
So I went and asked her.
And she said 'NO'!
'My parents will not allow me for a love marriage!'
Six years after my relationship
I realized
I had fallen for the wrong girl.
(Mother speaking angrily)
Mom...
Mom...
Mom...
What’s the point in calling now...?
So I couldn’t grasp anything in the past too.
So I left the job.
I mean they kicked me, I couldn’t complete my targets.
So they asked "Why bother coming? Sit in your house."
So I said "okay".
And then I started working in my friend's start-up.
But the pay wasn't good there, so I started working in another friend's start-up.
But it wan't good there either.
I mean lesser than my pocket money. So I realized 'No option!'
I must get a job; I must find one!
That means get up again... those huge buildings...
those closed rooms...
...air conditioners, those interviews!
Those group discussions, that competition!!
All that, again!!!
Same old hubbub in the house!
Then!
There’s a hubbub even now, but it's not affecting me.
Like I told you my senses are numb!
I thought 'enough'!
Let’s sit for a while now'
So I sat in my house.
For a day—two days—three days...
Then a few weeks, then a few months... for eight years!
Yes!
Eight years is a long time.
One tends to lose hope!
I used to be at home, but I never felt at home.
How'd you feel when you have a 30-year-old unemployed,
unmarried son at your home?
That made my parents uncomfortable.
And since they were uncomfortable, I got uncomfortable.
So I decided...
To solve it today!