7 Drawbacks Of Working With My Dad

I started working with my dad soon after I finished school. I did my graduation side by side and my coming to office was considered as the best thing I could ever do by my family because it meant I was serious in life and would be inheriting my dad’s practice which he had set up after 25 years of hard work.

For me, it was torture. Not that I find it bad here but being with your dad under his nose all day long can be pretty torturous. Why you ask? Well I made a list….

 

1. I am always on job. ALWAYS. 24/7. I can’t just shut down your computer, put the files back in the cabinets and walk home thinking “I’m done for the day.” Oh! No sir. Because my boss goes back home with I. And I usually find myself discussing some annoying client’s balance sheet while trying to relax on the couch in my living room.

Point 1

 

 

 

2. I can’t take a casual leave. I can’t just call up at work and say that I’m taking the day off because my dog died, simply because my dad knows I never had a dog.

 

Point 2

 

 

3. I am always the last to get paid. Always.

It’s the last week of the month and I’m pretty much broke. But I console myself thinking that I’m due to get my pay check next week. But the next week comes and goes   without any check. I ask your dad for it and he say’s “Oh! Did I not give you your check? I’ll give it to you soon.” And soon usually means 5 days later.

 

Point 3

 

 

4. I have to be extra polite to the clients. Not because they are our clients and professionalism demands courtesy. But because I am the daughter of the boss in this office and that means I need to wish every god freaking person who enters our office with folded hands.

 

Point 4

 

 

 

5. The expectations are sky high. And not just the family expectations. The clients will come and sit for prolonged periods in the office after their work is done, discussing my future and how good, better or best it is that I’ve decided to join the family business. And all I can do is sit there while politely nodding, while in my head I’ve already thought of 107 ways by which I can kill this man.

Point 5

 

 

6. It takes a lifetime of crying and cribbing to get a raise. Literally.

Point 6

 

 

7. My dad never scolds any of his employees. Even if they make huge blunders. He just patiently explains them their fault. But if I forget to put a comma in some email he told me to write, all hell breaks loose.

 

Point 7

 

 

But everything said and done, I can’t deny the fact that there actually are quite a lot of advantages of working with my dad. I got the job without any interview. I walk in at 11:30 am while everybody is on their desks at 10. I wear anything I like to work. Well not anything, but yeah most of the stuff people would not wear to office, because it’s mah daddy’s office! But yeah, I still want to crib and rant about how bad it is here. :P

The Existential Crisis

At the prime age of 23, I find myself in the midst of an existential crisis.

I recently realized that my life had been going on the same way for the past few years. Get up in the morning, get dressed, rush to work, come back home in the evening, switch on the TV, eat my dinner and fall asleep at a reasonable hour so that I can begin this entire cycle again the next day.

Except for the Sunday’s which is my day off, I have absolutely nothing new in my life. And even on the Sundays’ I tend to go the same places week after week with the same people.

It’s like I’m stuck somewhere and I’m going round and round in circles.

When did my life become so predictable?

I remember back in high school when I didn’t know what surprise would come my way next hour. The world was my playground and I had the chance to dance my way to happiness.

Though I have nothing to be sad about, I still find myself gloomy at the fact that whatever my plans had been for my future, they kind of got lost in the game of life.

I mean I’m a graduate. I’m working with my dad while studying to be a lawyer. I have a group of friends who love me.  And there is no crisis of sorts in my life.

Wasn’t this supposed to make me happy?

This was what I thought I wanted when I was in high school. A good degree, a good job and my closest friends around me. Then how come today, when I have all this am I not feeling happy?

All my life I’ve made bucket lists. Things I wanted to do at so and so time. Some of those things were checked out but some still are waiting for me to give them the time they deserve.

But I’ve realized that checking off things does not give you happiness. It does make you happy, but I believe happiness is something completely different from just being happy. Happiness should come from within and give you that warm glow from within.

Because forty years down the line, when you would have earned enough money for your retirement and your kids are settled in life and you are living in that house you always wanted to build, you won’t be saying that ‘Yes, I’ve done everything I wrote down in my bucket list and now I’m happy.”

Something would be missing then and that would make you wonder whether in the race to check off everything from the list, did you miss out the small things that used to make you happy?

I know my definition of happiness has changed over the years and it would again go through drastic changes In the future. But as of now, to be blessed enough to have a healthy life with a good future in sight while being surrounded by some very loving people is certainly a pretty damn good thing.

 

A Balm For The Aching Heart

You can read the first two parts of this series here-

1. Love at First Site

2. The fine line between love and infatuation

 

I wake up to the sound of rain drops falling hard on my window. For me it’s the best possible sound to wake up to. I get up and look outside. It looks beautiful. It seems like it’s been raining for some time. I can see water logged on the road outside my home.

I quickly brush my teeth, pick up a towel and rush to my terrace. It’s going to be a shower in the rain today.

I step out in the rain and relish the feeling of the rain drops falling on my skin. The rain seems to cleanse my soul.

I had gone back to Rashi’s house when she told me that the video made at the wedding had arrived. There was some problem at the photographer’s end which lead to the delay in us getting the film. I had waited so long for it.

And my patience was rewarded.

He was there in this beautiful wedding film. Talking happily about his friend and wishing him all the best for his future.

His voice made me smile. I loved the way he was laughing and teasing Rashi’s brother. His laughter was way more endearing to me than his smile. I had taken a copy of the film back to my place saying that I had to show it to my family.

I listened to that 47 second clip of him talking innumerable times. I knew everything he said by heart.

Even now, standing here, drenched, I can feel his voice around me. The rains always have a weird effect on me. Every time it rains my brain turns into a Bollywood songs playlist and every single song picturized in the rains starts playing in my head.

And since the love bug has apparently bitten me I can almost see Vivek standing next to me and humming a romantic number.

It’s so frustrating sometimes. All I can think of is him. My heart aches to talk to him. I want to know more about him. Know his likes and dislikes. Watch him smile and laugh with him.

I know this is possibly the stupidest thing I’v ever done or thought, because being in love with someone you’ve never met is insane.

I look up towards the sky and close my eyes. I can feel the rain drops on my face.

Rains have always been my dear friend. And this time too they sooth my aching heart.

Let’s Meet The Future Son In Law

So my cousin recently announced her engagement. It’s a big occasion for the family and everybody had their share of things to be excited about. For her parents, they are glad to have a child finally heading towards settling in happy matrimony. For my grandparents, their first grandchild is getting married and they are thankful to god for letting them be a part of it. My parents are happy for her parents i.e. my dad’s brother and his wife.

As for us brother’s and sister’s, we are just excited about the shopping and the new clothes and the open bar. :-P

Of course we’re happy for her, but when it comes to weddings, I tend to get more excited about the fact that I get to buy new clothes!

And if you think the matter ends here, then you’re wrong. How can a wedding be fixed in India without the whole extended family being involved? Oh no sir!

We first need to meet the future son in law. And by ‘we’ I mean the entire family. Yes. The WHOLE family will meet the boy and his parents. Even though my uncle and aunt have already paid a visit to his house and met his parents, but we still need to get everybody’s opinion.

And let me tell you, meeting the future son in law is a very big deal here. Because in our culture the son in law is an extremely important person.

So to meet him and his family, a date and venue was decided. And since me and my sister have already met this guy a couple of times, we stepped back from attending the Oh So important meeting!

My grandma took things so seriously that she called up my mom to ask whether she should wear a sari or not! To which my mom casually replied that it was too hot to take care of the sari and besides it was not that big a deal.

To this my grandma very gravely replied that meeting the future son in law is a very important task. It should not and would not be taken lightly.

The finest cashew nut Barfi was ordered and everybody was ready before time. For my family, getting ready on time is an impossible task. So getting ready before time was a miracle!

Before leaving my grandma went over every preparation once again.

Sweets packed and kept in the car. Check. Sagan envelopes. Check. Everybody’s clothes perfectly ironed. Check.

Quickly everybody sat in the cars and off they went to meet the future damaad ji.

Four hours and a dinner later they all came back with such mega watt smiles on their face that me and my sister could barely wait to get the feedback.

The boy had passed with flying colors. His family was declared very decent and proper and his parents were highly appreciated.

I and my sister looked at each and laughed thinking about the actual engagement ceremony that is to be held in some months. If a casual meeting with the future son in law is such an hyped event, then the engagement is surely going to be one hell of a party.

Sorrow’s and Joy’s

Life has way of balancing everything. Like if you get too much sorrow, you are bound to get an equivalent amount to joy some day that would write off all the sadness you felt.

Just when you start thinking that everything is falling apart and nothing could get to through, life gives you a much needed little nudge that helps you get through the most terrible times of your life.

Recently I lost a very dear aunt. The whole family was shocked at the untimely loss and for nearly a week we could barely think of anything else.

My aunt was the live wire in our family. A happy go lucky person who was bound to make everybody around her smile because she had the most infectious laugh ever! A regular chatterbox, she was always full of energy.

I remember my mom telling me that when she met my dad’s family for the first time after her marriage, my aunt was in 9th grade. She says that the first thing she noticed was how this girl ran up and down the stairs all day to get things done for the reception that was to be held that night. And how she came up to my mom every 15 minutes and made sure she wasn’t bored or feeling out of place in a new family.

Years later my aunt had revealed that when she saw my mom, she realized how lonely the bride must be feeling in a new family. So she made it a point to make my mom feel welcomed.

I’m often compared to my aunt for being the most talkative person in my family. And frankly, I feel proud to be compared to the one person who was the funniest, most caring, and the strongest member of our family.

At the age of 21 she had against the consent of the family, eloped with the love of her life  , who today is my uncle and the father of her two beautiful children, . Together these two had built the foundation of a strong marriage and a healthy family.

I hope wherever she is, her soul finds peace. She is watching us from the heavens above and I know that she can see the piercing pain everybody is feeling.

My family had been trying to cope up with this huge loss, when life turned around and bought happy news to our homes.

A couple of weeks after this tragedy, my cousin announced her engagement. Being the eldest child of our generation, her’s is the first wedding in the family after a long time. This news acted like a balm to our hearts. It gave us something to rejoice and look forward to.

Today, as I write this post, I can’t stop smiling at the happy prospect of my sister’s wedding, even though I sorely miss my aunt.

Life came full circle for us. We said goodbye to a beloved daughter of the family, and are now, thanks to my sister, preparing to welcome a son.

#LikeAGirl

 

I was bored at home tonight so I was randomly going through YouTube when I found this video. I saw it and it struck me like a baseball bat on my face.

I mean it’s like everything I ever felt. This is the biggest reason why I turned out to be a tomboy. I always felt this really deep pain every time the guys said “Oh! You can’t play football. It’s not for girls. Go play house.”

And to prove them wrong, I always played with the boys. I dressed like them, talked like them, for a long time I sported a bob cut, and basically was a boy.

My parents never had any biases with me or my sister and we were encouraged to do anything we want. Obviously not anything, but yeah most of the stuff. They never said things like ‘You’r a girl so you should wear this dainty pink dress and sit prettily’. Rather whenever I told my dad that I wanted so and so thing from the boy’s section, he went with me and helped me find the correct size and a color that I liked.

This video is so correct! Why is being ‘like a girl’ used as an insult? Is it really that bad thing being a girl?

Weaker sex my foot. Being a girl gives me the option of wearing anything I want. I can dress like a girl as well as dress up like a boy. I can confidently walk into the boy’s section of any store and pick up anything that catches my fancy and wear it with elan.

How many boy’s can go to the girls section and pick up a sexy skirt and wear it?

Yes, boys are physically stronger. I’m not denying it. But to say that I’m weak just because I don’t have equivalent physical strength is absolutely baseless.

I’m not weak. I’m just not physically strong. Mess with me and I’l show you what weak is.

It took time but I’v accepted the fact that I don’t need to prove myself every time to every guy who thinks that I’m behaving ‘like a girl’.

When you say I’m behaving like a girl, it means I’m giving every thing I have to do the best I can.

And this video is a for every body who has at any point in his life thought that being a girl is being weak.

Yes I’m a girl, and I love behaving like one.

 

 

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The Fine Line Between Love And Infatuation

Is it possible to fall in love with a person, when all you’ve seen is a picture of him? You’ve never met him or heard his voice. You don’t know anything about him but his name. And still you fall in love with him?

I know it’s not love but an infatuation. All these feeling have been unreasoned.

How can I think of myself in love with a person who is nothing but a photograph in my life? And he does not even know of my existence.

I know it’s crazy but ever since I saw that picture of him at Rashi’s house, all I can think of is those eyes.

‘Vivek….’, I say that name out loud and smile.

This guy is thousands of miles away from me. He does not even know that there is a girl named Tamannah thinking about him day and night.

I can see his face every time I close my eyes.

My mind clearly say’s that it’s an infatuation. But my heart just refuses to believe this. They are in total conflict with each other.

Forget about the voices in your head, I seem to have voices in my body! My brain and my heart are literally wrestling with each other on this.

I had gone through every freaking picture of the wedding just to find more photographs of him.

I found three more. And in all three his lips had a smile and his eyes were twinkling. I secretly copied those pictures and saved them in my pen drive. I didn’t want Rashi to think of me as a nut case.

Of course she knows I’m crazy, but this would have certainly certified me as one.

I’ve gone through those 4 pictures infinite times.

I asked Rashi about him. He’s working as a financial advisor in London. I’m in my final year of my master’s in financial management.

‘Coincidence’, says my brain. ‘Destiny’, my heart replies.

I roll my eyes at these two and start searching for something to eat. Food is the only thing that would keep me distracted from him. The foodie in me is happy at my decision. I run to the kitchen and look for my mom’s famous chocolate chip cookies.

 

You can read the first part of this series, ‘Tamannah’ here- Love at first site