Mum and Dad, there is a lot I have to say
I always kept my grievances for another day
So, you must quite understand that I feel bottled up
like a shut home without any ventilation
Even when I was a child, I picked up skills
of communication, both verbal and written
I could even narrate a story extempore, from scratch
It is only that I never ventured to capitalise on my talents
And before I knew it, I stopped, because they were being hijacked!
I have no regrets; destiny had so much more in store for me
You know all the turns and twists of the world, were much
my phenomenon. There was ascent and descent, mutiny,
war, and leadership struggles. I am no reckless maverick,
but there was method in my madness. I always tried to be
fair, yet the blame and buck always stopped with me!
I don’t think I had too much compassion, but I did my
duty all for free! So much I kept hidden, but now am speaking
with bravery. You know there was so much treachery against me,
None would have ever believed me. Even siblings thought it
was the onset of insanity! I am not troubled by others thinking,
that it was my schizophrenia; I know too well my place in eternity!
The biggest evil came into my life in my sister Meena’s matrimony.
But I knew he was always around to torment me, right from the beginning of time.
It was just my eternal love, Jashmina, who thought me to be sublime.
Yet, how many of you know that I took so much defeat and punishment because
of my love for her, and she could hardly be mine, even though I suffered
all that crime! And now I say with honour and sincerity, the privilege is mine
to speak. That I resolutely abrogate all Prakash Saint Paul’s arrangements
and bargains. They are not mine to adhere to and keep. And he should start
suffering for his own eternal crimes against me; not keep taking advantage of
my divine patience, integrity and noble ideals all the time. Everybody has suffered
because of him, I took the blame and punishment, while he ate, dined and wined!
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