I did not shed a single drop of tear when I saw my father blend into the crowd at the ticket counter of the Bangalore airport on Sunday. Although I wanted to cry aloud and stop him from boarding the plane, I just bid him farewell with a million dollar smile on my face. After all I had to keep the promise that I made to my mother way back in the year 97!
Yeah that was long, really long time ago. I was in class 6 and my parents had in the year 1996 decided to admit me to the hostel of Sacred Heart High School, now my alma mater. For the first few months every time my parents dropped me off at the school gate, after the grand monthly holiday that we were allowed, I would cry, rather howl and beg them to take me back with them home. But my tears would show no mercy. In fact mom would persuade me to stick along with the rest of the gang for a better future and good education. One fine day when it was time to part yet again, mom took me aside and said, “If you want your father to cry after we are gone, then you may cry as much as you can in front of us. But if you want to see him happy after his return home, then promise me that you will never again let even a single drop of tear roll down your cheek, for you have no idea how he cries like a small baby at home thinking of you and your tears.” And from that day onwards, I vowed to myself that I would keep my mother’s words on mind and never give a chance to my parents to be unhappy and sad in my absence. I have from that day onwards kept the promise, so much so that I acted like a brave heart even when it was time to leave my family behind on my Wedding Day!
Anyway, seeing my father fade away from my sight was causing me enough pain. In a long long time my pleadings and requests had bore fruit, as a result of which papa had come to meet me in Bangalore. With a lot of uncertainties marring the ever changing plans of my parents for almost two months, finally dad had decided to come. My excitement knew no bound as time for dad to land drew closer and closer. I was in office but could not concentrate on work as my thoughts were wandering about my father. I just wanted to run out, scream and express my joy to the world. However, it wasn’t long before I actually met him, as he landed unexpectedly at office with hubby. My emotions knew no bound when I hugged him. I thanked God for the luxury of being in my adorable papa’s company, though for a few days.
With him around, I felt tranquil! His presence and serene aura around me was an assurance of his companionship, which I terribly missed being so far away from him. With him by my side, time flew very quickly and how minutes turned into hours, hours into days and days into week, I lost track.
Together we enjoyed shopping, eating, chatting, planning and just being with each other. More importantly we even relished the silence!
During his stay we showed him around a few places in town and he enjoyed the trips with a childlike vigour clicking photographs at every given opportunity.
His trip leaves me with wonderful memories to cherish for a long long long time to come. I miss you papa, and waiting anxiously for your next trip, which is going to be much more fun with the little one around. Love you dad. You are the best dad in the whole universe! Please come back to your princess soon...
Friday, May 28, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
To the one who endured the worldly pain to give me life…Thanks Ma!!!
In the middle of the night I as I lay in my bed alone, I wished there was someone close, really close besides me. My back hurt and my arms and legs had begun to swell. Body ache and restlessness had only started to take its toll on me. At that point in time, I wished there was someone to comfort me and ease me off the physical pain. I looked around, prayed hard but found no one….Ultimately submitting to my physical condition, my thoughts just began to fly towards the only person on this earth that would have gone out of her way to help me….to my adorable mother!
On the night of the Mother’s Day, I missed her presence like hell. All of a sudden a pang of guilt enveloped me. My heart started to bleed upon thinking of her. Oh! How I missed her magical touch that has always rescued me out of the mess, comforted me in the worst of times and assured me of her companionship in my isolation. I started to sob like a child and did I barely realize the tears falling down my cheek had wet my pillow.
I sprang out of my bed and cried aloud to her, for her. Ma where I you, I whispered in my loneliness to the air. With my hands covering my face and my thoughts revolving around her, I began to howl. Lord please tell my mommy that I am terribly missing her, please tell to come and give me the much need Jaadu ki Jhappi, I said.
The conscious, sub conscious and unconscious mind seemed to plot against me. The harder I tried to drift my feelings away from her the worse it got. My thoughts were constantly spinning around her. Along with the tears and sobs I began to think of the sacrifices she has had to make for me. The me in me began to curse me. Alas with each passing second I began to feel worse.
Will I ever be able to repay her? Can I even thank her enough for giving me life? What can I do to make her feel proud of me every moment? These were some of the thoughts that gripped me and compelled me to ponder about motherhood. Standing at the threshold of motherhood myself, I prayed and prayed and thanked God for giving me a mother as beautiful as her. I thanked Him for having her in life. I thanked her for teaching me the meaning of life. I thanked her for staying up all night to prevent me from dozing off during the exam studies. I thanked her for feeding me when I thought food was not my priority. I thanked her for playing with me in the rain. I thanked her for all the wonderful things and moments that we have shared together. Above all I thanked her for enduring the pain to bring me to this earth. I thanked her for giving me life.
Heart in heart I said a silent prayer for her well being and requested God to make her my mother if ever I were to take birth again.
They say since God can’t be with each one of us at the same time so he send angelic M.O.T.H.E.R.S. to take care of us. How true!!! Mothers are a heavenly blessing to each of us and we must cherish the Almighty’s immortal gift and the most beautiful creation.
Ma you are precious to me, you mean more than my own life to me, and now I realize your timeless and eternal worth, your selfless sacrifices and the meaning of your physical presence. Thank you my Yummy Mommy for being there for me always and forever. Let me take this opportunity to apologize to you all for the times when I have caused you undue pain, have hurt you by acting nasty and have failed to understand the deeper meaning of you sentiments. I know that these words are not sufficient to describe what you mean to me yet let me say this Ma that I love for you for not for what you have done for me but for who you have been to me!
Love you Ma, may all your dreams and desires come true. May you have a blissful life ahead. May joys and success kiss your feet and may you remain the same Mommy to me till eternity!!!
On the night of the Mother’s Day, I missed her presence like hell. All of a sudden a pang of guilt enveloped me. My heart started to bleed upon thinking of her. Oh! How I missed her magical touch that has always rescued me out of the mess, comforted me in the worst of times and assured me of her companionship in my isolation. I started to sob like a child and did I barely realize the tears falling down my cheek had wet my pillow.
I sprang out of my bed and cried aloud to her, for her. Ma where I you, I whispered in my loneliness to the air. With my hands covering my face and my thoughts revolving around her, I began to howl. Lord please tell my mommy that I am terribly missing her, please tell to come and give me the much need Jaadu ki Jhappi, I said.
The conscious, sub conscious and unconscious mind seemed to plot against me. The harder I tried to drift my feelings away from her the worse it got. My thoughts were constantly spinning around her. Along with the tears and sobs I began to think of the sacrifices she has had to make for me. The me in me began to curse me. Alas with each passing second I began to feel worse.
Will I ever be able to repay her? Can I even thank her enough for giving me life? What can I do to make her feel proud of me every moment? These were some of the thoughts that gripped me and compelled me to ponder about motherhood. Standing at the threshold of motherhood myself, I prayed and prayed and thanked God for giving me a mother as beautiful as her. I thanked Him for having her in life. I thanked her for teaching me the meaning of life. I thanked her for staying up all night to prevent me from dozing off during the exam studies. I thanked her for feeding me when I thought food was not my priority. I thanked her for playing with me in the rain. I thanked her for all the wonderful things and moments that we have shared together. Above all I thanked her for enduring the pain to bring me to this earth. I thanked her for giving me life.
Heart in heart I said a silent prayer for her well being and requested God to make her my mother if ever I were to take birth again.
They say since God can’t be with each one of us at the same time so he send angelic M.O.T.H.E.R.S. to take care of us. How true!!! Mothers are a heavenly blessing to each of us and we must cherish the Almighty’s immortal gift and the most beautiful creation.
Ma you are precious to me, you mean more than my own life to me, and now I realize your timeless and eternal worth, your selfless sacrifices and the meaning of your physical presence. Thank you my Yummy Mommy for being there for me always and forever. Let me take this opportunity to apologize to you all for the times when I have caused you undue pain, have hurt you by acting nasty and have failed to understand the deeper meaning of you sentiments. I know that these words are not sufficient to describe what you mean to me yet let me say this Ma that I love for you for not for what you have done for me but for who you have been to me!
Love you Ma, may all your dreams and desires come true. May you have a blissful life ahead. May joys and success kiss your feet and may you remain the same Mommy to me till eternity!!!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Will justice prevail or will Kasab walk Scott free to the land of terrorists?
It is ironic that the largest democratic country in the world, the country that we all take pride in has failed to send the brutal Pakistani murderer Ajmal Kasab to gallows yet. The barbarian youngster (yeah he’s perhaps 22 years old) who should long have met his fate after indiscriminately killing 166 people and injuring many more on November 26, 2008 in Mumbai is instead being shielded under the judicial system of India.
Just a couple of days back the court of law held him guilty, rubbishing his antics of being an “innocent” tourist! Alas the families of all the martyrs, who fell prey to his bullets on the ill-fated day, wait anxiously for the justice to be pronounced on May 6.
Is it not a shame on us the way this killer is being nurtured behind the four walls of his high security Arthur Road prison cell? And the police are forced to concede to his demands of delicious food and so on and so forth.
Can he even be termed a human? I say this because he took pleasure in seeing the innocent citizens bleed and drop dead in front of his eyes. In fact at that point in time he was relishing the taste of his mission being accomplished!
Every common man in the country feels overburdened with the kind of lavish treatment that is being given to this priciest prisoner. To me he seems to be a VIP guest from Pakistan, the country that even failed to recognize him as its citizen in the earlier stages of the investigation, who is enjoying the kind hospitality by his mentors’ ARCH RIVALS.
Why on earth is the Maharashtra government spending the tax payers' money to protect the assassin whose hands carry the blood stains of the harmless citizens of India? I am shocked to know that 2 lakh rupees a day is being spend to fulfill his needs and so far 35 crore rupees have gone down the drain on his worthless life.
And it is more painful to know that several of our dutiful and devoted jawans are deployed to risk their precious lives for this aimless criminal whose motto in life seems to snatch life out of harmless Indian citizens.
This money instead could have been utilized in a constructive way to make better the lives of hundreds of thousands of Indians living below poverty line.
It is high time that this over hyped criminal case meets its logical end as soon as possible lest Pakistan comes chanting the mantra of his innocence and sweeps him back to safe haven of terrorists (Pakistan) under the flaws of the Indian judicial System!
Just a couple of days back the court of law held him guilty, rubbishing his antics of being an “innocent” tourist! Alas the families of all the martyrs, who fell prey to his bullets on the ill-fated day, wait anxiously for the justice to be pronounced on May 6.
Is it not a shame on us the way this killer is being nurtured behind the four walls of his high security Arthur Road prison cell? And the police are forced to concede to his demands of delicious food and so on and so forth.
Can he even be termed a human? I say this because he took pleasure in seeing the innocent citizens bleed and drop dead in front of his eyes. In fact at that point in time he was relishing the taste of his mission being accomplished!
Every common man in the country feels overburdened with the kind of lavish treatment that is being given to this priciest prisoner. To me he seems to be a VIP guest from Pakistan, the country that even failed to recognize him as its citizen in the earlier stages of the investigation, who is enjoying the kind hospitality by his mentors’ ARCH RIVALS.
Why on earth is the Maharashtra government spending the tax payers' money to protect the assassin whose hands carry the blood stains of the harmless citizens of India? I am shocked to know that 2 lakh rupees a day is being spend to fulfill his needs and so far 35 crore rupees have gone down the drain on his worthless life.
And it is more painful to know that several of our dutiful and devoted jawans are deployed to risk their precious lives for this aimless criminal whose motto in life seems to snatch life out of harmless Indian citizens.
This money instead could have been utilized in a constructive way to make better the lives of hundreds of thousands of Indians living below poverty line.
It is high time that this over hyped criminal case meets its logical end as soon as possible lest Pakistan comes chanting the mantra of his innocence and sweeps him back to safe haven of terrorists (Pakistan) under the flaws of the Indian judicial System!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
