I guess I was in 2nd grade back in 1994 in Abu Dhabi. My granddad passed away and dad went to his home at Kodungallur to do the last rites. Myself, mom and sister, we were in Abu Dhabi. One of my term exams was over and it was the parent teacher meeting. I had good grades and all was well. I have a friend, a girl my 1st friend in that school. So we met each other after the parent teacher meeting was over ; she is a chatterbox, happy and with her parents. Mom and me came along with them as we were studying in the same class. After the meeting we got inside their car and everyone was settled and I thought we'll be leaving soon as I was excited because my aunt will be reading a story from chechis fairy tales, by the way Beauty and the Beast is my favorite!!! Back to the topic of our discussion. My friend she was occupying the window seat to my right and mom to my left and I was in the centre. Suddenly as if thunderstruck, because I was expecting to leave soon, her mom began yelling at her and I looked to my right and her happy face turned all red and afraid. Her mom continued the barrage of angry threats and soon a fear took over me. Then her mom threatens her, that she will be locked up in a room and starved(pachavellam tharilla) and as soon as she heard this she began screaming out in total fear and tears rolling down her rosy cheeks. Then an overwhelming rage took over me and I folded my palm into a fist, you must have guessed it by now for what !!! You are right. Once I formed a fist my mom held my hand with a vice like grip that I never experienced before and soon all this anger, rage left me. I really felt sorry for her and when she looked at me, I faked a smile. When me and mom arrived at aunt's, both of us gave her a ta-ta with a smile. After reaching at aunts, mom was contemplating about calling her mom to ask aunty to go soft on the child because she was second and I think mom never made that call. That was the first time in my memory I felt rage or anger for anyone, because I felt what the other person had to go through was unfair.
Friday, August 4, 2017
RAGE
I guess I was in 2nd grade back in 1994 in Abu Dhabi. My granddad passed away and dad went to his home at Kodungallur to do the last rites. Myself, mom and sister, we were in Abu Dhabi. One of my term exams was over and it was the parent teacher meeting. I had good grades and all was well. I have a friend, a girl my 1st friend in that school. So we met each other after the parent teacher meeting was over ; she is a chatterbox, happy and with her parents. Mom and me came along with them as we were studying in the same class. After the meeting we got inside their car and everyone was settled and I thought we'll be leaving soon as I was excited because my aunt will be reading a story from chechis fairy tales, by the way Beauty and the Beast is my favorite!!! Back to the topic of our discussion. My friend she was occupying the window seat to my right and mom to my left and I was in the centre. Suddenly as if thunderstruck, because I was expecting to leave soon, her mom began yelling at her and I looked to my right and her happy face turned all red and afraid. Her mom continued the barrage of angry threats and soon a fear took over me. Then her mom threatens her, that she will be locked up in a room and starved(pachavellam tharilla) and as soon as she heard this she began screaming out in total fear and tears rolling down her rosy cheeks. Then an overwhelming rage took over me and I folded my palm into a fist, you must have guessed it by now for what !!! You are right. Once I formed a fist my mom held my hand with a vice like grip that I never experienced before and soon all this anger, rage left me. I really felt sorry for her and when she looked at me, I faked a smile. When me and mom arrived at aunt's, both of us gave her a ta-ta with a smile. After reaching at aunts, mom was contemplating about calling her mom to ask aunty to go soft on the child because she was second and I think mom never made that call. That was the first time in my memory I felt rage or anger for anyone, because I felt what the other person had to go through was unfair.
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