Insignificant Birthdays ...
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close friends know the reason for my aversion to being wished for my birthdays or even our major festivals like Holi, Diwali and our traditional New Year. Though two of them wrote blogs wishing me…
my dottie was not even allowed to call her father and wish her on his birthday … since the onset of my moving for custody … subsequently her sobbing and narrating the incident to me the next day when i called her, something in me died…
four years of this unending nightmare and the baby was not allowed to call and wish her dad and her grandparents for either their birthdays or the above mentioned festivals …
the first year the tenacious girl, sneaked out her handmade paintings made as a birthday gift for me a month later when i met her during my numerous visits to delhi for the case … they say a woman is susceptible to tears and sentimentality, admittedly being a tough natured man, I had to wait till i reach my hotel to shed my tears at the state she was in …
i remember the third year, summer of 2004, … the mother confiscated a glass painting dottie made for my forthcoming birthday … later while at the Ansal Plaza Mall, while i was browsing through the fancy lighters at a gift shop, she ran up behind me, pulled out my wallet from the back pocket of my trousers, telling me to give her money. Not knowing what she wanted it for, nor was she willing to divulge, i humoured her and gave her Rs.50/= for she knew not the value of money yet, and i would fill up the shortfall, if any, once she bought what she was angling for ...
to my utmost surprise she got a tiny box with a ribbon on top and told the cashier to bill it. It cost within the money i gave her, returning the balance, she pocketed the gift wrapped box. When we boarded an auto-rickshaw to head for my hotel, she fished it out, handing it to me hugged me harrrrrrd ((( as she always did ))) saying this was for my birthday. i feigned impatience, and she giggled and told me to open it then and there, close to two months before my birthday. it was a miniature porcelain mug saying '' Love U Dad ''
till date it adorns the pride of place beside her smuggled paintings and her framed picture in a colourful traditional kashmiri costume. :( on my work table.
few months later in November of 2004, i was at delhi for a long series of hearings i managed to force out of the courts. It overlapped 30th November, her birthday, which i requested the judge to make special allowance for me to be with her. To my utmost horror, her mother refused to answer her cell phone the entire day, effectively curbing both mine and my child’s desire to be with each other on her birthday. Well, as expected they claimed something for which they faced flak from the judge who simply turned around to me and said, '' what did you expect from them? Give me her gifts i will arrange them to be delivered to your child ''
having done my best to keep my dottie out of the purview of the custody battle, because of the peculiarity of our situation … knowing fully well the absolute attachment of my dottie to her Mr. Mom, that is me, and my wife’s need to eradicate this phenomenon to suit her selfish needs … it shocked and disgusted me when my child was subject to the actions of a malicious mother. Among many sordid actions on her part, the first one was to drag the kid outta town so as she would not spend Holi with me in the spring of 2001…
((( what i've narrated is not a gender specific event. The larger question here is how selfish and unfeeling we adult humans tend to become when our own needs cloud our judgment. )))
when a 7 to 10 year old was deprived … i was deprived from the wishes of the person dearest to me … my dottie … all others’ wishes have lost significance hence… :(
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close friends know the reason for my aversion to being wished for my birthdays or even our major festivals like Holi, Diwali and our traditional New Year. Though two of them wrote blogs wishing me…
my dottie was not even allowed to call her father and wish her on his birthday … since the onset of my moving for custody … subsequently her sobbing and narrating the incident to me the next day when i called her, something in me died…
four years of this unending nightmare and the baby was not allowed to call and wish her dad and her grandparents for either their birthdays or the above mentioned festivals …
the first year the tenacious girl, sneaked out her handmade paintings made as a birthday gift for me a month later when i met her during my numerous visits to delhi for the case … they say a woman is susceptible to tears and sentimentality, admittedly being a tough natured man, I had to wait till i reach my hotel to shed my tears at the state she was in …
i remember the third year, summer of 2004, … the mother confiscated a glass painting dottie made for my forthcoming birthday … later while at the Ansal Plaza Mall, while i was browsing through the fancy lighters at a gift shop, she ran up behind me, pulled out my wallet from the back pocket of my trousers, telling me to give her money. Not knowing what she wanted it for, nor was she willing to divulge, i humoured her and gave her Rs.50/= for she knew not the value of money yet, and i would fill up the shortfall, if any, once she bought what she was angling for ...
to my utmost surprise she got a tiny box with a ribbon on top and told the cashier to bill it. It cost within the money i gave her, returning the balance, she pocketed the gift wrapped box. When we boarded an auto-rickshaw to head for my hotel, she fished it out, handing it to me hugged me harrrrrrd ((( as she always did ))) saying this was for my birthday. i feigned impatience, and she giggled and told me to open it then and there, close to two months before my birthday. it was a miniature porcelain mug saying '' Love U Dad ''
till date it adorns the pride of place beside her smuggled paintings and her framed picture in a colourful traditional kashmiri costume. :( on my work table.
few months later in November of 2004, i was at delhi for a long series of hearings i managed to force out of the courts. It overlapped 30th November, her birthday, which i requested the judge to make special allowance for me to be with her. To my utmost horror, her mother refused to answer her cell phone the entire day, effectively curbing both mine and my child’s desire to be with each other on her birthday. Well, as expected they claimed something for which they faced flak from the judge who simply turned around to me and said, '' what did you expect from them? Give me her gifts i will arrange them to be delivered to your child ''
having done my best to keep my dottie out of the purview of the custody battle, because of the peculiarity of our situation … knowing fully well the absolute attachment of my dottie to her Mr. Mom, that is me, and my wife’s need to eradicate this phenomenon to suit her selfish needs … it shocked and disgusted me when my child was subject to the actions of a malicious mother. Among many sordid actions on her part, the first one was to drag the kid outta town so as she would not spend Holi with me in the spring of 2001…
((( what i've narrated is not a gender specific event. The larger question here is how selfish and unfeeling we adult humans tend to become when our own needs cloud our judgment. )))
when a 7 to 10 year old was deprived … i was deprived from the wishes of the person dearest to me … my dottie … all others’ wishes have lost significance hence… :(
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