It all started when I was born in Isle of Dogs, London with my rich, unhappy, illegal father and my poor, happy, legal mother. My Daddy owned a wineshop. Our big house was legally resided but his wineshop was illegally successfully settled. I spent most of my time with dear mother who was pretty helpful for improving my bad grades, behavior and gentle manner. If you see me as a gentleman, I request you to blame my mommy and if 'non-gentleman' ,my daddy, please. 'Inheritance sometimes must be kept a serious secret'.
Everything was calm and settled till I turned five on my birthday. The whole house echoed with busy celebration. I was happy, my mom was happy, the invitees were happy, except my drunk rich dad, 'unhappy'.
Then it was six, night. A fixed time to cut my chocolate cake. Each wished me "Happy Birthday, Murk". The mates I had, I invited, 'two' who wished and thanked me for my invitation. I was longing for my father's greeting which took long time for him to wish. He got up from his lazy chair which fell down causing a crashing sound against the ground, his vodka glass slipped from his hold, he felt uneasy so he crawled and said, " Happ-" ,giggling "-y"," Birth-", vomiting on my fresh cake ,"Day", fell on the sandalwood table and broke his head. All wondering and discussing about my 'now-famous' dad. The main reason of my party drifted to Dad and made him stand in centre, making a centre gossiping bug among my mom's useless friend. I was gazing in shame for my shameless dad.
I went swiftly upstairs ,my mother clearly declared in disappointing tone that the party was over. I was fast asleep, my slumber was broken by a hue and cry of my parents disputing opposite room.
"Don't you feel shame, Mr. Daes?"
" By the way Mrs. Daes. It is my money . Tell your useless son", he answered.
"You-"
"Don't talk Misty .I hate fighting", he shouted.
I peeped through the small hole and my bad dad flunged an electrical lamp leaving a purple spot on her swollen head. A tears rolled down my right eye then slowly in my left eye, there were continuous tears pouring like a fresh rain in both eyes. He slapped my mom continously on her same spot .
"Don't do this",she requested
"Your child's birth is a biggest sin".
I slept but the incident is like an alarm keeps reminding my reality even if I desire to suppose it as a nightmare.. What do I say 'the most memorable day of my life' or 'the most unforgettable day of my life'. The former as it does not goes out of my memory and the latter because sorry I cannot forget. Some memmories are created to haunt you till you die.
Let us resume this , my earnest request readers. Please . May I ask you one question . Please. What is special about birthdays? The day you are born and realize that you are born in the complete new world of different caste, colour, sex, language and so forth. You are literally introduced to the whole new world of liars, hypocrites, nepotists and so on. What's so special in landing among them? And you are introduced to 'Ant-race', hundreds of ant running for one rotten apple. The major piece is generally consumed by the one who is better than the rest right? What's so special of being always in the race of who is better than whom? What's so great about this fucked up system?