La-La Land

La-La Land

I like nonsense; it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living; it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities. ~

Theodore Geisel

Living in the dream world is best way to enjoy life, its rent free, pollution free and disease free. By disease, I mean all kinds of ailments, of the body and those of the soul as well. When you are in your fantasy land, everything looks great, you look great, you have great friends, and your life is perfect. Never do you feel or look fat, your clothes are always ironed, branded and fit to perfection. The beauty parlors don’t exist in fantasy land because you are eternally beautiful here. Your hair doesn’t turn grey and you never need a root touch-up. Goodbye waxing, threading, facial etc.

There is no pain, hurt or malice here, no crime and no punishment. The lawyers have no business here too, like the Doctors and the beauticians. You just have rows and rows of lovely houses with their picket fences and pretty lawns, filled with a profusion of colorful blossoms. Your children don’t talk back and are always home before the curfew, they get top grades too. Your husband /Wife, compliment you for every little thing you do for him/her. Your In-laws adore you and are considerate of your feelings and emotions. Your dog poops in the toilet and doesn’t wake you up to go out at 6 in the morning, especially in the winters. He doesn’t shed all over the house and his paws get cleaned by magic. The maid is never late and she never takes leave, she is a silent worker who loves her work and keeps at it without making any demands.

You are the lead guitarist in your own band, “Ladylike”, You have your best friends playing the drums, keyboard and the electric guitar. Your album is the best album of the year and your band commutes by your own private jet. Now that’s what I call living life Queen Size. Wait there’s more; you rub shoulders with the celebrities, who treat you like celebrities. Just when you are about to christen your luxury yacht at the Monte Carlo marina in Monaco, the alarm goes off and you wake up from your lovely dream. Its 6 am in December in Delhi and the dog needs to go out, “Amount of time it takes for a dog to “do its business” is directly proportional to outside temperature plus suitability of owner’s outerwear. ~Betsy Cañas Garmon”, is hundred percent true, I can vouch for it. The days Sparky drags me down the stairs without letting me wear a cap or put on my jacket, she sniffs at every questionable object and takes her own sweet time in relieving herself; meanwhile I am left shivering in the cold.

The bed tea has to be brewed, kids to be woken up and breakfast for the kids to be prepared. While you are struggling to do all this the door bell rings and the neighbors’ maid informs you that your maid is unwell and won’t be coming in for a couple of days. Goodbye luxury yacht, private jet, band, hello unpredictable life.

But isn’t all this drama, what makes life interesting to live, when you don’t know what’s going to happen the next minute? Each day is like Christmas and you can expect a miracle every day, isn’t it a fun way to live? Do your best and let the Universe do the rest, trust life to surprise you and it will. Enjoy life and embrace all that it brings into your heart, pleasure and pain go hand in hand. Let’s live our lives fully, with jest and vigor and promise to be happy, come- what- may. Let’s all walk in the rain…….God bless.

Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. ~Roger Miller

Sulekha Rawat
22/12/2010

He walks beside me

He walks beside me……

I didn’t find my dad at home this time during my monthly visit to Malad. I looked everywhere for him but he wasn’t anywhere around. Where could he be? I thought to myself, and then it suddenly struck me. He lives where I do, in my city, in Noida. He walks beside me during my evening walk everyday. He waits at the park’s entrance and waves enthusiastically when he sees me approaching him. Every evening from eight to nine, is our special time. We discuss our day and whatever else is on our minds. He gives me tips on how to overcome the day to day problems and live a happy life.

His hand on my shoulder, pat on the back and his blessings make me happy and grateful for being alive and thankful for being his daughter. Dad encourages me to go the extra mile and never give up when I feel like throwing in the towel. He is there to support me and egg me on. I look forward to my evening walks and there hasn’t been a single day when he wasn’t there with me. He is the only constant in my life, from my birth and hopefully till my death. I know he will never leave me and go away because he loves me and is my most loyal and trusted dad-friend.

Although we communicate silently, sometimes I get so excited that I speak out loud and many a times, startle the people walking around. To them I am that Looney lady who talks to herself, but I don’t care a bit. Just because others can’t see him doesn’t mean he is not there. I see him, talk to him, feel his love, he lives in my heart and will always be there for me. I believe this fact and to hell with the world.

I love walking in the rain and the other day we both got thoroughly drenched while walking. We laughed a lot but completed our 30 rounds of the park. He loves the outdoors and bids me goodbye at the park’s gate, promising to be back the next day.

I didn’t want to hurt my family members’ feelings by informing them that dad no longer lives in Malad but has shifted to Noida, to be with me. Maybe because he knew I needed his support more than the others did? Or maybe because he loves me the most. After all I am my daddy’s favourite girl.

If you really want something, you can get it. You just have to wish for it with all you got. My wish has come true; my dad is always with me.