An Ode to Parents !

I had written these thoughts a few months ago on Orkut. I am reposting them here just to remind myself that I am one lucky son(daughter actually)-of-a-gun to have been born to the great Mr.B.N.Prasad & Mrs. Vandana Sinha.

I said so many thanks to Dad that day and even after.
I thanked him for my Barbie & my mobile phone,
for handing me the car keys, for letting me stay
at my cousin's place & most importantly giving me
my husband. I thanked Mom for buying me new dresses,
for letting me wear her jwellery, for cooking my
favorite dishes, for treating my friends with delicacies.

Infact, I have always been thankful to them for
so many things.But, one thing I could never thank
them for is me. Yes, me! I wouldn't have been me
if not for my parents. They brought me in this
world, bore all pains and troubles to make me what
I am today. I owe all I have to them. My life is a
gift, from them to me. They gave me birth, nothing
can be a greater gesture than this. And no words
have enough power to express my gratitude to them.
I can't thank them ever for this thing. Whatever I
am, its because they chose to bring me in this world.
They allowed me to breath in this wonderful world.

Nowhere do we find such parents who stand by their
child despite all odds. Parents who taught me to
distinguish between right & wrong but never forced
any decision on me. They always let me decide my
course of life & stood by me in everything I chose
to pursue. There were times when I was on the wrong
side of the table but they helped me get back on
track. I lived a life I am proud of always.
They gave me confidence to own my deeds and move
ahead. They made me a strong woman, capable of
achieving anything I want.

And on my birthday, there is one wish I want to
come be granted. I wish my parents have a long life,
with health and happiness, so that they are always
there to back me up. I saw them when I opened my eyes
and I wish to see them wish me good bye. I wish to be
the luckiest daughter who would have her Mom-Dad
holding my hands while I take my last breath. I hope
its granted.

Ek Chhoti Si Love Story !

Yesterday was some day. I had to go meet my Professor regarding some research work and hence had kept my husband's car to run some errands. He called me around 5:30pm to pick him up. I started heading east for his office and got stuck at a red signal on Kiely Boulevard. Luckily I was the first in row because I could see him clearly come out of his slumber den. Oh Gosh! He was so magnificent, rimming golden on a crisp blue sky. Slowly and steadily he raised himself from behind those majestic mountains, as if he was getting ready to give a speech to a world audience. He was huge, bigger than the tires of my 2003 Camry. I could see all his spots and shades. It was divine and beautiful, so serene that I lost track of time. All I could do was to stare at him, my heart beating so fast I almost missed the honks from drivers waiting behind me. The signal had turned green, I had to interrupt my love affair and drive forward. Never did I so earnestly wish for a signal to turn red as I did when I reached San Tomas Expressway but Mr. Murphy isn't considered a genius for nothing. Something rare happened that day, which would otherwise make me fall on knees in front of the Almighty but not yesterday. Taking left at San Tomas needs you to be be freaking lucky because that green remains for only 20secs and I was hoping that those 20secs pass away quickly so that I can continue my romantic encounter with. But no, it had to break my heart as well as the thumbrule and remained green for over 40secs allowing almost 10 cars to turn left, me being one of them. And there ended my "Chhoti si Love Story" with someone very special, someone who symbolizes love as eternal, someone everyone loves, someone whom I call Mr. Moon!

Child is the Father of Man !!

Ever wondered why you are the way you are? What made you into your present self? From where did these strange beliefs, notions, and attributes come from?

A new born child is like a blank slate, its a canvas for the world to paint a picture which would in coming years become an individual. Its very important to have your colors right or else it would turn out messy. That mess is what makes up the real character sketch of every human that has ever walked on the face of earth. Whatever we see & experience during our adolescence, makes a permanent impression on our character. Our childhood defines what we are today. And if unfortunately some huge mess has occurred, it is going to scar our nature forever. 

But then, how can you prevent all negativities from happening around any child? A permanent parental shield would leave that person vulnerable to harsh realities when he/she grows up into adulthood.  And then exposing them to everything might lead them into emotionless practical robots. Where can we draw a line? 

Any answers anyone?

मेरे खुदा बता करुँ मैं क्या यहाँ?

राहों में बिछी हैं आसमान की बिजलियाँ
जलते हुए पाऊँ से जाऊं मैं कितनी दूर
ढलती हुई नब्ज़ का कब तक रहे सुरूर
सियाह होती दीदों का कोई न रौशन जहाँ
मेरे खुदा बता करुँ मैं क्या यहाँ ?

जलता है हर रोज़ दिल कुछ और हद्द
चाक हुए वजूद के साए में रही
सिले हुए होटों की दबी आहें भी
सन्नाटे चीखते हैं यहाँ
मेरे खुदा बता करुँ मैं क्या यहाँ ?

संगीन सा जुर्म है ज़िन्दगी भी मेरी
साथी बन न जाये कोई सज़ा में डरते हैं
इसलिए अपनों में अजनबी से फिरते हैं
मुन्तजिर तन्हाई को आखिर ढूंढूं कहाँ
मेरे खुदा बता करुँ मैं क्या यहाँ ?