I thought of all the great people I can pretend to be. I do not get as much satisfaction as being me. I know me,I do not need to do research to find out who I am. I am well aware of the fact, I am not as important as personalities I can pretend to be. To me if I cannot want to be me ,there is something wrong.
So here I am, I’ve decided to write about myself . I came from a big family. I had eight brothers and three sisters. The number has decreased. Now I have four brothers and two sisters. We were a very happy family. My father was a senior officer in the government.My mother was a house wife. Cooking delicious food was her main occupation. She had to ,we the children and my father included were very fussy about food. We had our preferences. It was not easy for my mother to keep all of us happy.
My father had some basic rules, i.e., we must speak our mother tongue at home. We were encouraged to learn as many languages possible, but mother tongue was a priority.
In the neighborhood we spoke a different language to communicate with the kids. In school it was English. We were warned by our teachers who were nuns. English was the only language we were allowed to speak. For every word we spoke other than English we had to pay a fine. It was not that much, but here is the trick ,we had to ask Mom,automatically Mom would find out we broke some rule in school,so we were punished I call this double whammy.
I lost my father when I was twelve years old. I didn’t think it was permanent,Dad would come back. I was naive, a twelve year old today knows more about the facts of life than I did when I was that age.
My mom decided our stay in that city was over we have to move to Bangladesh. We packed our stuff and left the only city we knew well.
Then came all sorts of problems financially . My father left a lot of money,my inexperienced eldest brother decided to invest the money in business. Within a year he lost all my Dad’s savings. Luckily my two other brothers helped us with our education.
One thing we all learned fast was we have to be educated. I studied with the intention of getting a master’s degree. It was a pretty lofty ideal for a fourteen year old. My big sister was always on my face reminding me I was never going to do well in education. I do not study hard enough, she would say.
Things worked out for me I did get that elusive masters degree and also one more.
After completing my education,I taught in a few schools. In between my job I got married and had children of my own. I sometimes wonder how my mother could cope with twelve children. I haven’t been able to cope with three, they have a mind of their own. They do not mind ditching you when things don’t go their way.
I must admit I have nothing to complain about how I dealt with my life,given the fact,I had a husband and three children who needed my attention. I have done that .
Now I am in a position to please myself. I blog, study, try to write some stories. I am my own boss and I like it. This was in short my story. I thought I know all about me and how I got where I am. There is no need to be someone else. It wouldn’t be natural.
Another brand New Year will begin tomorrow. I’ll try to repeat what I have done in 2013. Maybe I’d find some opportunities to improve my writing.