Thursday 28 February 2013

Re: [KM] Keep_Mailing The Stranger..haha

 
 







On Thu, Feb 28, 2013 at 5:05 AM, Asha Gupta <asharaj53@gmail.com> wrote:



 The  Stranger



A few years after I was born,  my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town.  From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this  enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live  with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted  and was around from then on.

As I  grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he  had a special niche.

My parents were complementary  instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and  Dad taught me to obey.

But the stranger... he was our  storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on  end with adventures, mysteries and  comedies.


If I wanted to know anything  about politics, history or science, he always knew the  answers about the past, understood the present and even  seemed able to predict

the future! He took my family  to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh,  and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking,  but Dad didn't seem to  mind.

Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the  rest of us were shushing each other to  listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the  kitchen for peace and quiet.


(I wonder now if she ever  prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our  household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt  obligated to honor them.

Profanity, for example, was not  allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any  visitors. Our long time visitor, however, got away with  four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and  my mother blush.

My Dad didn't permit the  liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try  it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes  distinguished. He talked freely (much too  freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant,  sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing..

I now know that my  early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the  stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my  parents, yet he was seldom rebuked
... And NEVER asked to  leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the  stranger moved in with our family. He has  blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at  first.
Still, if you could walk  into my parents' den today, you  would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for  someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his  pictures.  

 

 

His name?....

We  just call him 'TV.'


He  has a wife now....we call her 'Computer.'
 

Their  first child is "Cell Phone".

Second  child "I Pod "

And JUST  BORN RECENTLY WAS a Grandchild:  IPAD               

 

 

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