An point of view

Was born of a love marriage in between 2 cousins. Despite being cousins - mothers being sisters the families were and are poles apart. Everyone seems to have evolved around property. I was consumed even before the marriage happened and a month before the event. Maybe that was the reason why my father hated and hates me. Perhaps.

I wish i could have changed that in some way not to undergo and feel his hatred. A public figure who found me an embarresment for himself and his high profile society and the people surrounding him.

My mother passed away towards my mid 20's when i was not established since had got myself into the wrong priorities in life. Practically turning a good after a failed attempt at marrying a bitch of a cousin who used very black means to hook me on. Again on account of access to property ownership. A curse i tell you . She lived a surpressed life bullied by this man , this terror amongst the naxals (a sect of people presumed to be the creme ala creme of society for the good of the poor). All through her life he bullied her , harrased her at every occassion. This is one of my regrets that i could not make her happy - give her any happiness and she died a sudden death one fine morning by heart attack after having survived 3 years of sheer extreme pain . She had renal failure as a result of over medication by a prick of a doctor( a family friend ). She underwent dialysis.



She had 3 siblings. The youngest being the sweetest but without any money and the other 2 the biggest assholes one could have known. Both outdoing each other in their commitment to their wives and their families. They being such nice people that they did not even take care of their parents in the end - the father having had to shoot himself to rid himself of the pain. Leaving the wife with no house and a hatter. I remember even having to pin her down with my feet to feed her the daily dosage. May god grant these obidient sons all the pleasures of parenthood.



After having had a good innings upto high school where i managed to score a 70%. It was then then all turned loose. I landed with 14 months of malaria and the scores went southwards. Barely managing to scrape though into the senior school. Had it not been for the over powering influence of my father i would have failed. It went to the extent that the head of the department of maths offered the school captancy had i decided to repeat a year. But me as confused as i could be wanted to stay with my friends as such carried on including earning school leadership colours.



I failed the boards 2 over.