Happily Dysfunctional

Every family is so dysfunctional. 

I was bored, so naturally I started re-watching a web series, 'What The Folks'. It's on Youtube, in case anyone is interested. The situations in the show are simply hilarious and so relatable! So I thought that I would dedicate today's post to a happily dysfunctional part of my life: My family. "Happily Dysfunctional" means what? I think it means that every family member has many flaws but no matter how much we are irritated by these flaws, no matter how much everyone get on each others nerves, there is always that bond of love that is present. Thus, everyone is Happily Dysfunctional. I know from my family that you don't  need to like someone for loving them. 

As I write this, I realize that the love that keeps a family glued is as beautiful as the moon. Filled with craters and faults and yet it shines brightly. Amazing imagery, isn't it? Yes indeed. 

There is not a single day when I don't see the flaws of my fellow family members but then there are late nights filled with laughter and gossips. Making fun of each other, having conversations about life choices and habits. Eating pizza and watching some weird comedy movie, only to mimic the characters afterwards. These moments of happiness is what makes me feel complete and content. No matter how much I might think that this is the problem of our household or that is the problem of our family, the fact will always remain that they are the ones who laugh with me and cry for me. They might not agree with me, might get irritated by me but still they will love me and at the end of the day bombard me with hugs.

Here is another thought. I think families consist of a bunch of weirdos just acting weird and being normal about it. For a simple example, if I am walking on a street. Just a normal day. And suddenly I stop and do really bad moonwalk with the classic "OW" noise. People will be super creeped out. But at my house, if the enter my parent's room or my sister's room and do the exact thing all they will say is, "OKAY Trisha, very nice." and continue what they are doing. Or even better, my sister might just join me. Next thing you know we put up a full concert! This same sister of mine, I would like to butcher during a fight the next second. 

I guess this is it. Family for me are the people who will chew my head off. People who push my buttons. People who will argue with me. People who will force me to exercise and go on diet. People who I scream at. People who might even make me cry. People who the only constants in my life.

People I will love with all my heart. So, I guess I can proudly say that my family is happily dysfunctional. 

Happy Ending

 Dear Death,

The world informed me about you as soon as I was born. My religion asked me to await you and greet you with a smile when you come to receive me. I was told that you are just a part of the soul's journey. If you come to take away the brave on the borders, you are respected. If you take away the sinners, you are called just. If you take away the mother of a newly birthed, you are named brutal. When people want to meet you, others stop them. You do not discriminate, do you? You accept everyone, be it a amoeba or the almighty. 

A thought that crosses my mind as I write this letter to you, you are the only one who has met every single living being that ever existed. So ancient are you, I like to think, that time must be your elder sister, only to have seen the cosmos being formed without you. Apart from that, both of you have seen life flourish and finish, together.

There are so many motion pictures that celebrate you, at the same time there are so many souls wailing and cursing when you decide to pay a visit to their households. I feel so confused. I want to celebrate you with the brightest smile I can give, yet I feel the emotion of extreme fear when I think about you. I was just eleven years old, when you payed a visit to my house for the first time in my life, taking away my grandfather. I was confused then. I had cried enough to fill up a bucket. Since then you have visited my household quite a few times. 

I must say, you are quite selfish to keep everyone you meet and never allow them to go away from you.  I do miss the people, whom you took away. Initially I was hurt, but I remember them with a warm smile now. Although I was not very close to them, I do have good memories with them. I have kept those moments, filled with air of love and happiness, in my memories. 

However, I have a question. Why am I so scared of you? Why does my heart beat faster? Why do I sweat? Why do I cry? Why do I feel scared that my family and friends might meet you before I do?  Why is it that I do not want to meet you soon? Well, that is more than 'a question' . Sorry about that, I was overwhelmed for a moment.  

However, it must be mentioned in writing that the idea of meeting you has a sense of mystery and excitement to it. It seems as if you are a very distant relative of mine. An ancient uncle, whom I know of only through the tales narrated by elderly. I know my encounter with you will be short, yet I live life thinking about it often. 

You are so strong that the moments spent in your absence are spent in the anticipation of your presence.  What is it about the bitter sweet aura of yours, that captures me and my kind? I believe only you will be able to answer this question. When I meet you, my life will cease to exist. I do have three or four decades left to meet you so all I can do is live my life and just wait for you. When you come for me, I will succumb to you. I will not reject you for that will be the only way, I believe, I can achieve my happy ending. 

Yours truly,
A Living Being.