Isaac wants to paint yellow. Daisies? Bananas? The Sun? Lemons? Chips? Jings face? No. Just yellow. He wants to paint yellow. Isaac wants a paintbrush. He wants a paintbrush with pot of yellow paint. And he wants to paint the contents of the yellow paintpot with the paintbrush onto a piece of paper. Isaac wants to paint yellow.
After reading that you probably thought. ‘Aw, Isaac. What a cute kid. He just wants to mess about. Splash yellow paint on a piece of paper without a thought for complex ideas such as painting objects. You imagined him saying ‘lello. I want lello’, in a really cute kiddy voice.’ Unfortunately this is not a film, but a piece of writing and therefore your assumptions, however clever you might be, are not infallible. In this case, yours is almost entirely incorrect. Isaac is my father. He’s 46 and owns a multi-millionaire law corporation. Sac, as he is familiarly called, is renowned for his intellect and sagacity. Yet for all his rationale and charisma he possesses a bizarre, and perpetual obsession with yellow paint. Isaac wants to paint yellow.
My name’s Durd. You’ve probably never heard the name before, have you? Isaac loves curd. But of course I couldn’t be called curd. So i’m… Durd. Starting to get an idea of my father? Before you presume that this story is about Isaac wanting to paint yellow, let me tell you that I am a supercilious bastard, and as admirable as my father is, I would never write a story about him.
Would you rather lose a your right ear or your left? Your right testicle or your left? Oops. Bit obscene. What about your mum or dad? Elma or Isaac? Which of those questions is the hardest for you to answer? I’m guessing it’s the 3rd one. Is it because the first 2 questions involve one item which is less important and easier to divulge? Certainly not. Both perform replica functions (unless you have some quirky superstition) So why’s the 3rd question so hard to answer? You can answer that for yourself.
alright. i don’t know how to start. i’m currently on holiday. that limbo phase between school and university. im going to uni of manchester, and it starts on the 17th of sept? yeah. so till then im just gonna be chillen in delhi. I’ve got my family (mum, dad, sister) whom i love unfathomably. my cuzzies are here too. 2 girls, tara and tash. they’re lovely as well. then there’s my girlfriend janaki. my brother sacha (not biological), my best friend jairus and close friends like sid, aman and ciana. and yeah, these are basically the people who make up my life. well, there are my grandparents too. all 3 of them. love them to bits. and my cook, driver and maid. they’re practically fam. pant clem and raj. rockstars. so yeah. those are my peeps. i’ll detail my relationships with each of them later on, but for now lets just say i love em all and each of them (without meaning to sound functional and emotionless) perform an important function in my life. i wanna say that i’m happy. god (i don’t really believe in him but its a nice turn of speech) has been good to me. i’m fairly intelligent, nice looking etc. and most importantly i feel an immense sense of benevolence. for all my flaws, i’d say i have a good heart. this is the probably the one thing that i can say makes me special. i wanna make people happy. i just love to make people happy. anyway. i’ll be a bit profiley as well. my mums a parsi bombay indian with a greek stepfather, and my dads a half jew londoner with extensive scottish and irish ancestry as well as a deceased biological father who was french. so you can discern my ethnicity. mixed up. oh and i’m parsi and proud (mother) okay this is the boring post. sozzle. more fun next time!
p.s - born in london, lived there for 9 years. moved to delhi, lived here for 9 years. now going for uni in manchester, 3 years. (Y)