One silent week

I don't why I have been that stubborn with my father, but the situation was out of control. If one word would be  out of my father's mouth I would have hit him.(P.s to say I am afraid of him) and I don't know the situation would have gone wrong. Finally my dad said that it was such a waste to talk with me anymore. I replied "me too". My dad angrily said" what did you say?" my dad stood up from the bed and was about to hit me. My mom intervened and the situation came completely to an end. My dad kept muttering that it is such a waste of time to have son like me and blahblah and for god sake I didn't even care for it. It was on a friday night. The night I could plan for the weekend. So morning I wake up and on every morning my dad would salute me with a good morning and he would lecture me of waking late and I was accustomed to it. But the thing didn't happen. So I didn't care and I was happy that I escaped from his tiresome lecture. Finally I got ready and it was a lab for me and busy. So finally I waved a bye only for my mom and my mom reminded of telling bye to my dad, but I ignored my mom.(at one stage we would never follow our mom's instructions.. Poor mom's) So finally I got to my bus stop and I could only think of my love. Whether should I talk to her or not. So finally I saw her in college. I don't know why but I get sweat when I talk to girls and almost every vein in my body gets blood drained. So the same thing happens yesterday, today and everyday. So the day was just normal going to lab, listening to classes , seeing my girl and coming home by bus and humming the song in my i-pod(especially the rock genres). When I came home it was something different. So as it was weekend my dad was home early and if it was an ordinary dad I would give him a five, for god's sake I would have given on that day and immediately remembered that I had a quarrel with him. So finally had my evening fresh up and started working for my blog. 

                                             So it was weekend and I was not in hurry for anything and I just sat up on my study table and thought of cause and calamity off the quarrel. It was a 8 month proposal for my dad getting the piano and it had been more than 2 years. I worked with all my butt on my grounds for my semester exam and yet he didn’t buy me and that was the silly issue. But it led to bi distillations in my house. My mom kept me warning it’s not nice to stop talking to dad like this. But I said who cares mom and I don’t mean I don’t care my mom, but I do. So anyway I woke up damn late on Sunday and it is the thing my father always hated. So he saw me stared for me while and I even didn’t care him. So finally my friends came and my day has just passed off with my them. But the issue was burning. On the next day as usual it was Monday and it was the day I always hated. But I woke up at normal time and got up ready and came to know that my father had already left and even though I didn’t care and so everything went fine and I went to college and same paragraph continues. So evening I accidentally lifted land phone and came to know it was my dad and I kept silent for a while and he just talked with me, and I too talked with some thing normal. So finally he came home and I just stayed silent and didn’t talk with him and the same thing went on for another two days. My mom kept warning that is not a good thing and so I got realise. I was happy when I stayed silent with my dad , because there was no one to lecture me and there was no one to scold me and finally to say there was no limits to me. I was damn happy. But the girl problem make me cry and made me depressed. No one asked me to do like this and like that, but the thing need to be gone and once I felt depressed. But the reason I wasn’t happy and I was depressed but I seemed happy and finally I wanted to say sorry to my dad and it took me time but it is not that easy to ask forgive me and it took time and for god’s sake I even browsed in google how to say sorry to my dad. Finally I took all my heart weight and went on to say him and he was in kitchen drinking water and I called “dad” yes “Chaitu”. I came to know that he was not angry with me and instead he was wishing to talk with me. “Dad can I ask you forgive me?” My dad said “ the mistake wasn’t yours “ but he also didn;t say the mistake was his one . Finally after all the apologies I felt happy for and I didn’t even remember the problem I was facing. Next morning I woke up and once again my father started lecturing but I was happy for the lecture and I said to my self”BACK TO NORMAL.”