grow more

On Wednesday, I come home at night and I find Jasmine asleep and Jispa awake. Jasmine was in a bad mood thanks to me and Jispa and me were blaming each other. Your fault your fault. Then she asks me – has mom spoken to you. “no, of course not. She is pissed with me”. Jispa was referring to a specific conversation. But no. Jasmine had no conversation with me on anything. “ok, don’t freak out..” she said. While I was eating my dinner, my ears perked up. Now what happened? Normally this is a sign that some shit hit the roof. Breathing in I brace myself to hear some really bad news. She continues “I am like going out with a guy”.

Well it was about time. She found a guy to hang out with. My baby is in a relationship. Infinitely small, and just starting out. But well, she is in one and she choose to tell us about it, on the day it commenced. What more can a father ask for.

I always wondered how would I really react when I find out. I always thought that I would be pretty cool about it and stuff. According to me, I was prepared about this from the day she was born. I had my first relationship (jasmine) from the age of 15, and my kid is 17. So that’s makes it two years too late.

So how did I react. I put on my nonchalant face and said cool. I asked about the boy and stuff and I had a father daughter conversation about relationships.

Relationships are starkly different from my generation to this one. My generation was for keeps. You got into one and you stayed there for long, really long. Early on, the commitment to make things work was always there. It was right for its time I guess. Today I would be surprised to see any relationship last the way Jasmine and mine lasted. I don’t expect it to.

I reminded Jispa of a scene in a movie ‘dear zindagi’ where the protagonist asks her shrink if its ok to have so many relationships. The shrink talks about buying a chair. And he talks about trying various chairs before buying. See this video.

At end of the conversation. I felt nice about myself. I think I reacted pretty decently for a dad. I definitely didn’t freak out.

In the two days that have passed besides feeling nice about myself I have been feeling that my daughter has grown up. Is it her features or is it the way she speaks or just that now she entered a different phase of her life that makes me think differently? I wonder.

random rants of a father of a lovely lady!

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The answer to the question that if i am going at the speed of light what happens when I look back?

Obviously it wasn't as simplistic as I made it out to be. Which just proves how dangerous is it to have half knowledge. I keep saying this and people don't believe it that all the knowledge that i have is very dangerous. after reading so much over these years, i have amassed a lot of knowledge but nothing super deep in one field. It gives me amazing breadth, the ability to pull off examples that are from seemingly unrelated fields nut what it definitely does is makes me very very vulnerable in a field of experts. Most others wouldn't even venture there, but with my limited knowledge, I would venture into the territory and get caught out.

Its a good thing I am in marketing. I need to get as much exposure as possible. I have over the years been able to play to my strengths, which is take inspiration from various unrelated fields and apply to business issues and try and take a creative leap. This has so far bode well for me. As I get older I use these experiences to make a point or talk deeper through the matter. But then the age old problem catches up. I hate it when it happens - the problem when one articulate meets an inarticulate. or an open articulate meets a closed inarticulate. Basically i will be using all sorts of references and data points to prove my point and then the opposite guy will just stop the conversation. They will refuse to discuss the issue. They say they cant argue with me or they don't want to argue with me or something to that effect. That is a complete piss off as far as i am concerned. Why would you not want to discuss your issues openly, just because you can articulate it well enough? Especially if you are closed to the thought. If you are simply inarticulate but open you will quickly realise that I try my best to articulate your side as well. That unnerves some more of them. Why would I be doing that? Do I really want to help them or am I just taking their case. The smarter ones understand and the secure ones love it, but a large majority - i think i just let go.

The art of keeping quiet and let them rant is something I have developed over a period of time. Just let go when things are not going great - conversation wise. Keep quiet - think deep - relax. your own thoughts are fun things to be.

Speaking of which Jispa has had her share of own thoughts which are running at some obscene rate of acceleration and change. She is a teen and her synapses are getting formed every day. She changing and along with herself - we all are trying to keep pace. She had always hated haircuts. She wants them long but she doesn't know how to handle them. In the past I think she has liked only one haircut. Haircuts is something Jasmine and me have decided is a battle not worth fighting. You decide what you want and when you want - we refuse to get involved or tell her what haircut or tell the hair dresser. Stay away from this ticking tim bomb as much as possible. So suddenly when jasmine told me that she needs to go for a haircut with Jispa i looked at Jasmine with a quizzical look. “dont tell me. i did not do anything. your daughter came to me directly and asked for a hair cut’. Its always ‘your daughter’ when these kind of events happen. The nice things are always done by her daughter. My daughter does all the stuff that leaves us perplexed. So they went for a hair cut. When they came back and i opened the door to see her, I was stunned. This was by far the best hairdo that i have ever seen my daughter with. Her hair were all in shape, they were combed well (obviously blow dried) and looking spectacular.

I suddenly realised that she was now a young lady. She had suddenly gotten much older. I looked at her and told her exactly that. Jasmine looks at me with a bewildered look. It seems from the time that she got her hair cut to the time that she got home, she was messing around with her hair. It wasn't that good, the hair is looking all puffed up, this is not right, that she was going to wash it, or at the very least, she was going to wet some parts of her hair, that she was going to tie it up blah blah. She did mess around a bit. Then Jasmine and i just said - fair - do what you want to, just once before you do anything, lets take a few pics, just so that we know for ourselves what you are capable of looking like and then you can do whatever you want. We took a few pics and one with me and her, i put on FB. This one was the one that garnered the most amount of likes that i have ever seen. in the first couple of hours itself - it crossed a 100 likes. At the tim of writing  - it is stable at around 235 odd. Hah! A simple pic that has no background, no real story, just a  pic of me and my child looking like a lovely lady and there -boom - its breaks the internet as far as I am concerned. As Jasmine was telling me - its not me but Jispa getting all the likes! Yup I agree. 

Facebook is a reflection of the kind of society we live in. young single women putting up pictures of themselves tend to garner a larger share of likes from suitable males than anyone else. Similarly a 40 year old male (me) will garner the most likes when seen in the company of his child or wife - looking all family and all. As that is what is what is expected of me, looking good with family, the archetype of the  loving and caring dad who finds his soul in his family that he cares and provides for … 

closure

Jispa is now ten years old and that makes her a very big girl. Of course she is tall. Pretty tall. She comes to me chest and almost to my chin. That makes her a few inches short of 5 feet. She is also now the tallest girl in her class. But she also amongst the eldest. A year apart is a lot of time if you are in school.

But what is most interesting is that she is really maturing as an adult. She is fast getting understanding skills and emotional skills. She is now ready to give back, answer back, reason back. All in at varying levels. She is ready for a fight now. So if I say something or scold her and she thinks something is out of whack she is ready to point it out. So we better be careful while scolding her. OF course we as parents can always win any argument. We simply use or should I say abuse our position of power and say – shut up … do it because we say so. But that would be the wrong thing to do for us ‘enlightened’ parents. We have to think more. In fact I am trying my level best to control temper, shout a lot less, understand a lot more and generally, get off her life in many ways. I don’t want to control her life now and she is pushing back as well. I also can’t give her crap and get away with it, she thinks, argues back and worse, even if she doesn’t argue, she feels that she has been wronged. As a child I too felt many times that I have been shouted at uselessly and felt completely discriminated against. It felt so helpless. I don’t want Jispa to feel helpless on this front. She may not like my decisions if they are forced on her, but I want the channel of communication always open.

On Saturday at night there was something I shouted at her at. She gave me a retort. I gave it back. But then she was pissed as she thought she was scolded at for no reason. OK. I was still speaking to her after that and she was still talking to me but she was pissed. I always try not to be pissed for long. I always talk properly. I try my best to eat my anger and talk properly after I am angry with her. The way I look at it, fundamentally I don’t have a problem with her. Just we are angry on something, so I always keep my cool and talk to her soon afterwards. Talk about the issue, apologise if required and try and understand / explain issues. So this time also I spoke with her and chatted with her. She also spoke back, but she refused to give me a goodnight hug. Her friends were having a sleepover. I just smiled at her and tried to force a truce. Nothing worked. She walked out of the room, but not disrespectfully. I guess as a father I had to respect the space she wanted I left her alone. It was a fight and she had the right to get and remain angry at me. I wasn’t exactly free of guilt in any case.

I remember the last fight I had with my dad. It was regarding my marriage. The hall that was getting booked by Jasmine’s parents was under construction and they proposed another hall. My parents weren’t happy about it and this is when I wanted to put my foot down. During my sisters marriage also we took a hall that her in laws were not too happy about. We did not like that. And I reminded this to dad. It didn’t go down too well and we had a smallish argument or something. The next day I was leaving for Gujarat to resume work and mom and dad decided to drop me. We weren’t talking to each other still. Just as I got off, I said bye to mom and then… I thought about it and I said bye to dad as well. Bye dad. Bye. That was the conversation. I think as a father son relationship goes – that’s a truce reached. That was also my last interaction with him. I never met him after that. I can’t do anything about it but I was happy that in the end I had enough humility to eat my ego and say bye. That ended up as the last interaction. Who knew then?

So on Saturday as I was getting ready to sleep, suddenly from behind I get a huge hug and I feel Jispa. I smile. I was pretty upset till them. She said “Sorry Dad”. I said “Sorry Jispa, will try not to shout, but you also try not to shout back! It’s easier and quicker”. The I also told her, “forget anything else, its important that you came back and hugged me and brought this to closure. You canget angry. Its ok to get angry but you must always forgive and bring to closure. It’s a nice thing to do”.

I didn’t tell her about my closure with dad. I guess it was too much. It did cross my mind but I spared her the story… for now. Possibly sometime later….

moeny money money

What’s with egos. Jispa went to a swim meet today and the place was plastered with the face of this one character.
There were hoardings all over the place. The beach umbrella had his mug shots and of course the medals! That was too much. Medals? How much can you be vain? I guess it seems to be apolitical thing. Dear voter don’t forget the face. I am doing a lot of good stuff for you. Remember me! But I guess if he got some great pleasure out of getting his face plastered and I got a swimming contest in return, what do I care. It’s not like I have to vote for him. Sure. Smash it all over dude. This swim meet they were even giving out cash rewards and Jispa managed a butterfly bronze to get 500 bucks! She said she wanted to keep it as she thought she earned it.
Many years ago, after my tenth standard board results, I got what I remember as 200 odd rupees for getting a distinction. I got a cheque of the amount from the classes I went for. So I came home with the happy feeling that I had earned the money. Now I could do stuff with it. I even had a girlfriend I could spend it on! So I came home and asked for it. Mom refused. No way. You get your pocket money and that’s that. This does not belong to you. So in a fit of defiance, I too said then I don’t care about it. The cheque will remain with me. If you have power, I have power. I think then Dad entered the conversation. He had a chat with me. I don’t remember the complete chat but I remember these lines – me – “it’s my money, it rightfully belongs to me”. Dad – “well, then I can say, since I paid for the classes, then it rightfully belongs to me”. I don’t think I won that argument. And I think Dad managed to have a amiable solution to eth problem. I think I did get eh money in the end.
So Jispa said – I earned it, it’s my money. Haha! Sitting duck – ya if you have earned it then, it’s I who have actually earned it. What about the petrol and the other stuff to get you to swim. Who pays for that! Of course my tone was much more humorous than that of my dad’s. Awww. Jispa went. She knew it was in jest. Well she can have the money and quite frankly I don’t know if we will or won’t give it. Jasmine said – ‘aren’t you giving a treat to all your friends with your money?’ whoops!
Earning money… Today morning Jispa was telling me – you owe me 35 rupees for the guitar practice. Jasmine was like – you did not practice properly. Jispa replied ‘I did, and I am not charging for one session, so its ok’ Jasmine went “CHARGING? You are not charging, we are giving you like that for practicing.’ ‘OK ok. I am asking for my income’… “ok stop. I will give you your 35 bucks” I butted int o settle the argument.
Money is a funny object. Jispa has the money but has no place to really spend it. But it still gives her pleasure. She likes counting it, and like a true gujju, she loves getting interest on it. That is the best part. The other day in a fit of generosity on her cousin brother’s birthday she wanted to give him a cash gift. She started with around 600 bucks in the morning, but as we approached evening and the time came to actually give the money, the number dwindled to 200 bucks. “Why” I asked Jispa. “I did not like to give away so much money” she said. Always a tough call.
Probably we are ingrained to hoard. We like money, not so much as what it is doing for us but for what it COULD do for us. I think it’s a subtle but crucial difference in the way we see money. Hmmm.