my initial days in bangalore..........

I jus hate to write this stuff but wanna write.I came down to bangalore the 23rd of jan 2008 on the occasion of my joining in Wipro.My parents had accompanied me.we as usual got our baggages collected in my uncles place once my grandpa's place.25th was the reporting and i went wid my parents. I wanted my parents to come wid me though i went n stayed bac at my uncles place.I was very much eager to look out for a single occupancy somewhere away from the house,but cud not succeed in finding one,as the place was new for us.we were actually looking out for houses in BTM layout,as it was easily accessible to my current office.
my parents return tickets were booked n my training had started off from 29th jan,so i cudnt fetch an independent place for myself.dat was the first time i heard the concept of PGs.I really got repelled from the PG concept.but money constaint was der n rents were too high.so my dad convinced me to stay bac for sometime in my uncles place only.n i jus had to nod for the same option.I hardly had any choice yaar!!!!!!
my parents boarded their train to mumbai,n i felt as if am all alone in the new kannada world.thankfully since i knew kannada at a manageable level I cud manage in the outside world.
the sickening feeling which i abhored was the silence in my uncles place.though uncle blessed wid 2 kids,it was somehow like a dead place.n the king was ofcourse my uncle.I jus hated his egoistic attitude.He jus wanted eveybody to follow his words.though ppl were around me i felt orphaned.though a big house i never felt even a tile was mine.everybody in teh house sill shivers to his words.The worst part were evenings.I jus felt aghasted to see the sun sets.I wanted my presence only outside n never ever wanted to return bac home.There was only silence in teh house,no queries,no questions,no conversations but only sarcastic comments.I jus wanted to cross teh gate n shout to let the whole world hear me.I failed.I was locked n handcuffed n muted i felt.But I maintained my obedience only for teh sake of my parents.
aunty though good,tongued stuffs but dat too under the vigilance of her hubby.I still wonder wat a jailed life is it to have everything but remain slaves to anyone for that matter.There was TV but never switched on,der was phone which hardly rung,der was a desktop but i still wonder if its CPU ever booted.horrified was i totally.worst part i felt d children jus shivered when their papa's footsteps were heard.It was a protocol dat no shoutings nor songs to b played.Only entertainment was books for teh children n the prayer chantings for hours in front of GODs.
The days were kind of like dis for me,my alarm woke me up every mornin by 545hrs n never did i feel lazy to hop out from my bed.bathed n did my mornin prayers filled my belly wid curd rice n walked out of the house at sharp 655hrs.I jus waited for the sun to pop up fast in teh sky.my day in teh office was indeed special for me n gave a break from the muted house.again watches showed 6pm n my mood jus drooped bac in muted world.I purposely took long routes to reach the house.I made my friends wait for long times.I insisted them to gimme company.But ultimately i jus had to return bac,n i used to return bac by maximum 1900hrs.again i sat wid my evenin prayers,widout relaxing used to wash my clothes have dinner by 830pm n abedded by 2145 or max 2200hrs.Sick life dat was,I sometimes felt that was worst than jails.I really did n weeped b4 the daily prayed GOD present over der.
The true color of my uncle was blurred till 2months n on the 3rd month i cud smell his nature.never ever wud he ask me abt my pals my office,my wishes my goals,nothing n nothing.I jus curled my tongue bac to compress all my words.I have practiced to spell out words of teh entire day's history to my parents in my hometown once am bac home from anywhere.And i had to jus change to the horrified life of muteness.
It so happened,my aunt was on her periods n being an orthodox family,she aloofed herself in teh last room of the house n remained der for 3 days.those days were real hell for me.The man roared got all his work done n did some work n praised himself wid accolades n alwasy cursed the world.I was asked to keep rice n stuffs.My usual cold was irritating me n i was using my handkerchief.Man started his comments like i lacked the cleanliness,I was never taught cooking,I lacked smartness,literally good for nothing.I jus gave my deaf hears for his stupid comments.He acted as if he knew everything but the frank thing is he lacks the knowledge in stuffs.Only to prove his dominance he always states dat. That nite when i returned bac all tired from office m another aunt had come in der.Next morning also the man threw his devilish comments.My aunt got up early to place the cooker n the devil roars at her not assign all jobs to me.I was jus in dry tears.never ever was i treated in my lifetime like that before.He assumes himself to b a gr8 Manager but for me a useless guy jus who tries to get his work done thru his roars....My mood was terrifically affected n i jus walked to my office to have a break.
dat nite i never ever worded anything.I was red n wild.no smile existed on my face only grudges n venegance.Somehow i wanted to vomit out my feelings 2 someone n i chose the aunt who had come from Kolar.we slipped off the house n i vomitted out all my pains to her.I felt pacified.She old her experience from the lion of house....
I jus wished to have a ticket out of teh house....