How it would be to have a life of no regrets is something I
may never ever experience. Having strongly rooted to my past there are many
things that I miss experiencing while they just..happen. The biggest single regret of my life would
ever be those simple things that I could’ve done for my dad. He had a passion
for trying new things and had enrolled himself to learn Tally software, even
few months before he passed away. He was super fond of computers and wanted to
explore them as much as he can. I didn’t had the maturity then to understand
his passions, nor was I around that time to make it happen for him. For a
person, who always put my interests over everything else, he never expressed
his desire to me about these and I never bothered to push him to get a system
at home or help him out with his aspirations either. I never really understood
him till very late in life and he had passed away by, then to correct my
mistakes on him. To me, however clichéd or easy-an-excuse it may sound, kids
don’t teach parents what they need to do and its always the other way round.
Maybe it’s the laziest of all excuses, but I sincerely believed that. How I
wish I could take him on a flight journey, show him the usages of a Tab,
install software’s for him to use in laptop. Might sound trivial and
materialistic to many, but I never saw him experience any of these. I did
manage these with my mom, with every single time, both of us remembering how
much he would’ve enjoyed and be thrilled by them. Life’s cruelest irony is that
maturity comes packaged with hindsight. There are so many things, smaller and
simpler and meaningless even, that could’ve meant a world of difference to him.
The fact that he may not even have bothered over these things terming them
silly, hurts even more to have not done any of them. Probably a note for me to
revisit this post down the line when I fail to understand my son. I may or may
not be that mature then, at least a written reference from me to myself might
help to set things on correct light.
We are a group of 5 who share our apartment. Usually me and one more guy are the last to the leave the house everyday morning. Yesterday, the one who used to leave first for office, didnt come home till 11. I went to sleep after the usual book reading session at around 11.30. When i woke up i saw it was only me who was still lying on the mat while even the guy who leaves for office along with me, had already started folding his bed!! I was feeling very tired and sleepy and was in two minds whether i should take off or go late. Still managed to crawl..brushed teeth half sleeping and swtiched on the geyser. I turned back to see, suddenly it was pitch dark outside the bathroom!! Since the light was On inside, it wasnt power cut and i came out to see what was wrong. The guy who folded his bed, had moved to the hall and was again asleep!! Then only i noticed, it was dark outside the balcony too!!! I checked the time. It was 3AM!!! BOOOOHOOOOOOO!!! SOB SOB SOB!!! That useless guy afterwards ...
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Amen to everything you have said. Everybody faces these questions.