"Can't you do such a small thing for me? I am tired" said my dad when I declined to go drop my grandmother to bus stand. "You go dad, you are free. I have loads to read" I said, as usual making studies as my excuse. He was angry. He left without speaking a word. I didn't care. I was tired of reading whole day and didn't wish to go anywhere. He could relax when he came home but it wasn't the same for me. I had assignments to complete and exams to read for! How can he expect me to do more? I slept thinking how life is unfair.
Next morning when I woke up, I was feeling uncomfortable. My whole body was hurting and I couldn't stretch as the place seemed congested. I sat up groggily and noticed I was sleeping on the sofa. Strange! I didn't remember coming here! I walk towards the wash basin still sleepy and take my brush. As I start brushing I look into the mirror and see dad. "Good morning Dad" I said and my reflection mimicked me. I was confused! I turned around and saw that dad wasn't anywhere near and when I look back into the mirror, the bewildered eyes of dad were staring back at me. "NO!!!" I let out a shriek as realization dawned upon me! I ran to my room and see myself sleeping peacefully. "Dad! Wake up!" I shook my body feeling like an idiot with the addressing! I saw slowly as he woke up wondering why I was disturbing him at such an early hour. His face (or rather mine) described a wide range of emotions from irritation to confusion to shock to disbelief. "What the" he started looking at me and then his reflection in the mirror. "Soul exchange" I completed.
Once the initial shock wore off, his eyes twinkled with mischief as he said "Lets get on with this. I am fed up with that office anyways. You live my life today while I live yours. I am sure it will be fun" he said as he tried to go back to sleep. I couldn't believe what he just said! Well if he wanted it to be so, then I would do it. "Fine dad. Lets do it. Lets start with your first task. The book is on the desk. You better start reading as you have to attend internals today. Now you don't want your darling daughter to score less, do you?" I smiled and left the room satisfied with the chagrin I saw on his face. It's 1-0 I thought with a mental hi-5. I went back to bed thinking I would just skip his office taking sick leave. But luck wasn't with me. Dad said I had to go as his colleague was on leave and he had to complete the accounts today! I grudgingly woke up and got ready changing the score board to 1-1. "It shouldn't be difficult" I thought. Just a matter of 9 hours and I can rest for the whole day, I consoled myself as I left for his office.
Office was hell as I didn't know what to do. So many customers were flowing in asking for details which I didn't know. Manager called me in and gave me the task of completing the accounts. He said he wanted it to be done soon. I had to send a few mails which were the only tasks I completed successfully. The account book looked like a monster that would swallow me up. So many figures and so many calculations! The sun outside was burning and the office didn't have an AC either as dad worked in a village that is at 2 hour journey from our home. And my body was hurting like hell from the travel along that poor road! I cursed dad for sleeping on the sofa and made a mental note to ask him the reason later.
By the end of the day, I was totally exhausted. The accounts were still pending. I had taken a few trips to the manager's cabin and one time he even scolded me for a mistake that wasn't mine! I wanted to talk back but realized that would put dad in a difficult position. I swallowed my pride and stood there listening to him without speaking a word. When you work under someone, you have no choice than to listen to them, I learnt. I returned home by 7 pm tired from standing in the bus throughout the journey as the bus was filled with people returning to their home for weekend! "2-1 dad! I lost" I thought as I entered home. I expected to see dad's victorious face seeing my condition but the situation was different.
Dad looked as tired as me. He told waking up early and reading wasn't a good idea as he had lost that habit. Internals had took the best out of him and the lectures that followed weren't great either. He even was caught yawning and the lecturer had given him an assignment as punishment. "How could he do that! It was just a yawn" he said still not believing the absurdity of it all. It seemed that he was writing the same and now was tired of it. He wanted some rest as his head hurt from staring at the laptop whole evening. "2-2" I thought as I smiled lightly. "But dad, why were you sleeping on the sofa yesterday?" I asked. "Well it was late when I returned from bus stand. I didn't want to disturb anyone" he said and I felt my eyes turn moist. I didn't speak a word and went inside to rest, wishing this would end.
I dreaded opening my eyes next morning! I didn't want to go through my dad's routine again! I was stalling time when dad came and woke me up. I looked at him. He was... well he was himself which meant I was back in my body! The soul switch had been reversed and I was so ecstatic. I apologized to my dad for being rude a day back when he had given me some work. He waved it aside saying he understood it wasn't easy being me either. Whatever the reason was, the switch had helped us understand each other better and I respected him even more, now that I had lived his life. "Well the assignment is still incomplete" he said sheepishly. "Oh that's nothing your daughter can't handle" I replied with a wink, glad to be back to my own self!
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Until the next post,
Keep Smiling :)
Love,
Swathi :)
Soul switch,,, tmhare se bohat bhaari hai swatz :-P
ReplyDeleteHehe saddy you bet ;)
DeleteI also want to live one day as my dad :/
ReplyDeleteMaybe you can live it through your post ;)
DeleteVery clever! What a great example of learning to walk in someone else's shoes - literally!
ReplyDeleteThanks Lauren :)
DeleteThat was so sweet.....and funny too! We really get to learn about a person's life when we walk in their shoes for a day!
ReplyDeleteNice post, Swathi!
True Shilpa :) Thank you :)
DeleteWhat the.. 'Soul exchange'... I loved the way you have taken the conversations :) Funny, but very true.. Love Daddy :)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Shanmuga Priya :)
DeleteExcellent write up.
ReplyDeleteThanks SG :)
DeleteIt was funny...but a great lesson learnt. What a beautoful story, Swati :) Thanks!
ReplyDeleteThanks Kajal :)
DeleteVery enjoyable. I have often thought of doing that -- switching for a day.
ReplyDeleteThanks Carol :) Who do you want to switch with?
DeleteHaha...what an idea, Swathi. Enjoyed reading this. The grass is always greener, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteThat sure is Corinne :) Thank you :)
Deletewow! loved it! you are so good at it! we often take our parents for granted, don't we?
ReplyDeleteYeah Nibhz but next time I will remember this! Thank you :)
Deletewow :) this is something different :) keep writing ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks sachin :) Ya i will :P
Deletewe do it always dont we and dont think much about what it would be to be in different shoes ..
ReplyDeleteI would say a good switch for sure makes one realise ..
Bikram
Yes but when we step in their shoes, we realize their position! The switch story did help me realize it too :)
Deleteexcellent writeup :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Ankur :)
DeleteWell narrated :) Swathi !
ReplyDeleteThanks Ananya :)
Deletehehehe reminded me of an english movie I cannot remember the name of.
ReplyDeleteIt is so true that everyone is fighting their own battles...young or small
True red! We only need to realize it before judging them!
DeleteI wonder which movie it is! Do let me know when you remember ;)
well its almost like freaky friday... Interesting
ReplyDeletePhenoMenon
My gratitude is to the life I live with everyone around me and the things I get to do without any regrets
PhenoMenon
http://phenomenal-cuisines.throodalookingglass.com/2014/06/waffles-and-dark-chocolate-sauce/
Thanks a lot Pheno :) glad you found it interesting :)
DeleteWhat if this can happen one day (soul exchange)
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't be as calm as this I guess :D I would freak out definitely more than this!
Deletehello :)
ReplyDeletei have nominated your blog for liebster award
check my blog for further info:- http://mysundrynotes.blogspot.in/2014/06/liebster-award.html
Thanks a lot Crimson curls :) And congratulations to you :)
DeleteSwati it's so well written as you made the emotions come alive. Certainly it's not easy being US and the moment we get into a skin, we realize that we are fighting our own battles.
ReplyDeleteA story that touched the heart and only if we had some compassion in us as human beings. It made my eyes moist and carries an imp lesson: How would we feel if we were inflicted such pain.
Sensitive and beautiful, Surabhi.
A beautiful and heart warming to ur Dad who is an inspiration. Dads are always special. My Dad passed away on June 19, 2007 and ur poem brought me back to those times..I wasn't home and came back to see him one last time.
http://vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com/2014/06/15/wow-changing-diapers/
Thanks a lot for the appreciation Vishal!
DeleteAm so sorry for your loss :(
My bad Swati please skip the last paragraph..i c-p for another blogger post and entire my bad when i c-p the link, didnt realize the last part would appear. So sorry bout it!
ReplyDeleteThat's how what started as Swathi ended as Surabhi :D Hehe its ok Vishal :)
DeleteOh :) so you enjoyed his life for a day, eh ;) Lovely write-up, Swathi. I'm sure he would know you more now :D
ReplyDeleteI can only wish ;) Thanks a lot Sreeja :)
Deletenice blog...enjoyed the visit Swathi
ReplyDeleteThanks Ashok :)
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