Dear Ma,
I wish you would read it someday, I wish so. For I want to tell you something you did not know. I want to tell you, that when I was very young....say about 5 years of age, and you told me to be good and you told me that that was how I'd get what I'd want... you lied.
You told me to be honest .... I believed you ma... And I am here in this world now, I have been honest so far,.....and from what I know of how it works; I have dreams of transformational changes in the world that might never materialize, because I must be a part of the system to hope to ever change it. And once I decide to take the plunge, it's like passing event horizon.
You told me to respect the girls, and treat them like a gentleman...I did...I respected them so much that I never really tried to understand them. Driven by their instincts, they kept falling for the alpha males who'd talk dirty and treat them like a slut. Their genes sought power, aggression...they sought something else and I was left in an illusory world. A world which never was. Ma, I know you meant no evil, but I have desires, and you told me exactly what kept me from it....you kept me hungry ma. But I have no qualms...I know you told me what you thought was the right thing to do.
You told me ma, you told me that I was special, and that I have a special place. You treated me that way.....you did so out of your love....off course, I was special to you, I still am....and I love you back, ma...but you never told me that people are not special...its their position and the power they hold that makes them so. I know that it'll sound harsh and insensitive, but had I had a different body than the one born from you (presuming soul is existant), would "I" still be special to you ma ? Would you love me ? Tell me you would ma.... please.
I relaxed, for your love gave me comfort....I knew that I was loved for my existence and not for my achievements. I thank you for that ma....and I love you so much. But I wish you taught me, I wish you taught me that I had to fight in a world where I was just another cog.
But I thank you too, for your shadow gave me art. It gave me my imagination. Your shadow let me see the monster in the big green trees in Pandey Paikuli, yes and in that sense it gave me fear, ....but It let me see things that dont exist....that never will exist. It gave me happiness.
In time, the art would pick up from romanticism and I learnt to love. I thank you mother, for you helped me find the most beautiful girl in the world, twice :D. You gave me what it takes to love, and be loved in return. And I love you for everything you have been to me, both good and bad.
Sometimes I look back however, and wonder how life would have been for me had I been more "run of the mill". I was particularly contemplative of all the opportunities that I have had of associating with the opposite sex. I see so many possibilities that I squandered just because I didnt ever know that I was supposed to be taking them ! So much so that I actually didnt even try !
I would prefer a book to a date, even a movie or an "assabhya" chalchitra better than a date. I believe it was the conditioning from childhood that it was "wrong" to seek love on your own.
But then that conditioning is again what took me to whom I finally found. And the story wouldnt be anything short of a bollywood flick , if only we let it out.
