Diaries, Lobsters, Forevers and other clichés.

Dear Ma and Dada,

I know you're totally confused about the title right now. I assure you, you'll understand soon enough. I wanted to write a poem for your anniversary but my tired brain isn't of any use right now except sifting through random thoughts, and then getting all excited and weird about them.

These thoughts of course started with images of both of your smiling faces in my mind; 'ma in her beautiful bluish purplish colorful sari, and dad in the reddish maroonish shirt from the photos you sent me last evening. Beautiful colors which together made me think about love birds with their vivid colors, their chirping and their everlasting love; kind of like you guys, huh? Love birds. That's what I'd thought would be the title of my poem, which in the end I couldn't write. Love birds. They made me think of lobsters. I told you I get weird sometimes. I'll explain.

You know I used to watch that show called 'Friends' like crazy, right? The one you thought was stupid, Dad :D Well anyway, in one episode, one of the totally awesome characters, Phoebe says something like this:

"It's a known fact that lobsters fall in love and mate for life. You know what? You can actually see old lobster couples walkin' around their tank, you know, holding claws."

This kinda stuck with me. It's silly and sweet at the same time. I did some fact checking, and this isn't technically true but even then, the idea of mating for life and growing old together, and knowing only one love all your life is a wonderful thought which gets a small satisfied/wishful sigh out of me. So, I think about you both and then I think about lobsters and say, "Wow! Dada is 'ma's lobster and vice versa!" Not so stupid now, huh?! :P Thinking about you two is synonymous to thinking about "forevers", "fairy tales", "magic", "romance" and other such mythical things normal human beings like me are in awe of. Extraordinary, that's the word. Awe is another. And whenever I think about things to be in awe of, my mind inevitably takes me to the world of books and words, and people who write these words. Which made me think of diaries.

Diaries. Such strange things. Our relationship with them starts out platonic and detached. We bore them with excruciating details of the day to day activities of our mundane lives. Slowly, we form a bond. We start sharing feelings: anger, resentment, grudges at first; happiness, humor, sadness follow soon; elation, pain, fear, excitement after some time. Our relationship grows as we become friends who gossip and share secrets about crushes and then about life, and eventually we go onto become friends who would take these secrets to the grave. The most powerful feelings of love, trust and faith seal this relationship and change it into something rare, something beautiful, something that lasts forever. So, I hope you see how diaries remind me of you two. Platonic. Friends. Best Friends. Love. Forever. Sound familiar? Apart from this, there is that other thing that 'ma always used to say. 'ma, remember how you told me that you stopped writing in your old diary because dad became your diary, the one you'd write in forever? Well, things like that make a romantic like me swoon!

So, the point of this rambling was just to give you a few examples to show you how both of you manage to beat the odds. Cynics will just hate you guys for proving them wrong. I have watched you from afar and observed you from up close, I have lived with you and grown up in the family that you started, so I think that is enough for me to be an apt judge on love and life, for now :) And the judge has ruled that you both make the most ridiculous and soppy of clichés worth believing in, because looking at you, I know and I believe that dreams and reality can be one, and that forevers are possible. And that is something most people can't even dream of having. 

This is where I end this odd write up. I guess this was my way of saying that I'm glad I ended up being this crazy kid with crazier dreams, and I want to thank you both because I'm me because of you. Because of how you raised me, and because of how you love each other.

I love you. And I love your love for each other. I'm so proud to be your daughter.

Happy 30th anniversary! 30 beautiful, amazing, extraordinary years...and here's raising a toast to millions of similar years that I know are ahead.

Kisses,

Sweety

P.S. I'm too weird, I know. You don't have to tell me.

P.P.S. Thank you for giving me Appu.

The Answer (Guest Entry)

Here's a reply from my Dad...for the last  post. You're truly amazing Dad :* I love you so much :*

I too look at myself, in the mirror,

And sometimes, see a stranger there

I thought I knew, all the ropes, all the roads,

Now some times, I see a danger there

No, it’s not a writer’s block,

It’s just a blank wall, that blocks my vision

My eyes are wide open,

But they just seem, to stare into oblivion

Words are just no more my friends,

So they are not easy, to be spoken, or written

It’s not that I don’t want to say something,

It’s just that, all the right words are hidden

It’s just a phase I’m going through, right now,

I thought, I understood love & life, but I’m confused

There’s so much contradiction, so many conflicts

So much is going on in my world, it keeps me amused

You say, my words cast a spell,

That they were an inspiration, for you

I’m sorry if I disappointed you, my girl,

I promise to rise above this situation, for you

'Cause if you know me, you’ll know I’m a fighter,

With two negatives, I love to make a positive

Yes, you’ve given me a challenge, saying,

Not to leave the page blank, and to try to be creative

See, I've managed to pick up the courage,

And write these lines, only FOR YOU

From the blanks, I've tried to join the dots

With some words, I could find only for you

THANK YOU SWEETY,

YOU ARE MY INSPIRATION, YOU KNOW

YOU WILL HELP ME,

IN MY DESPERATION, OF THIS I’M SURE

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Thank you, Dad. I loved this post. This is what I was talking about. You words are amazing, because you are too. I knew you'd bounce back, I've always known :*
You can visit my Dad's blog at http://john-anddreamscometrue.blogspot.in/
And the second picture, the one of me with my Dad, was taken by Mystic (http://i-me-mysolitude.blogspot.in/). Thanks, Amo, for the beautiful pic :)