Some days i have
a poem waiting inside me.
Today,
is not one of such days.
a poem waiting inside me.
Today,
is not one of such days.
Saturday, 22 September 2007
Prayers for the Day
Posted on 01:07 by Unknown
1. When a man is rejected in love, let him throw acid on himself and not on his "loved one". Lord, let such men also open a dictionary and read the meaning of the word "love" before they profess their "love".
(This happened again in Delhi yesterday)
2. Lord, let the girls in DU become a model for the girls in the rest of the country. And every time a man thinks its ok to molest or eve tease a woman, let him stand corrected.
(This happened again in Delhi yesterday)
2. Lord, let the girls in DU become a model for the girls in the rest of the country. And every time a man thinks its ok to molest or eve tease a woman, let him stand corrected.
Thursday, 20 September 2007
My Son:
When you came into the world, i knew 2 things - 1. That i wanted a daughter; and 2. That it would only make a difference till the first moment of seeing you.
Today, as you look at me with eyes that say "I am so innocent, why are you looking at me like that?"(after making me stay up for 3 hours in the middle of the night, kicking at my stitches like its still your home inside me, and crying pointlessly for most part of those 3 hours, because that is your current definition of "entertainment"), my heart melts. The hurting does not matter any more.
Son, till we had you, i used to say, "Children are God's way of making you pay for what you did to your parents." Now I know, they are also God's way of making you understand why mothers are as forgiving as they are, and fathers as indulgent as they appear to be. Why nothing else matters. Why the heart aches with each Wah! , even when you know that the child is in safe hands. The heart still goes Dhak!
This is not a eulogy of you, son. This is a Thank you note to my parents. To a mother who created so much love in the house that we never knew what it was to be unloved. We knew what it was to be loved and smothered with kisses more than we liked, but never what it was to be unloved.
To a father who melted faster than butter on a stove, who was exploited by his sole weakness on earth - his daughter, who is, till date, his greatest fight adversary. When you do that to us, I will know how my father felt all these years.
I read Kahlil Gibran on Children for several years, and today, the prayer is not that I should know, but that I should remember when it is important to remember.
You may not follow our path, our advice, or even our conversation. That is not what we seek. What we do seek, is that the path you follow, Son, should keep you warm on your way, and God Be With You!
When you came into the world, i knew 2 things - 1. That i wanted a daughter; and 2. That it would only make a difference till the first moment of seeing you.
Today, as you look at me with eyes that say "I am so innocent, why are you looking at me like that?"(after making me stay up for 3 hours in the middle of the night, kicking at my stitches like its still your home inside me, and crying pointlessly for most part of those 3 hours, because that is your current definition of "entertainment"), my heart melts. The hurting does not matter any more.
Son, till we had you, i used to say, "Children are God's way of making you pay for what you did to your parents." Now I know, they are also God's way of making you understand why mothers are as forgiving as they are, and fathers as indulgent as they appear to be. Why nothing else matters. Why the heart aches with each Wah! , even when you know that the child is in safe hands. The heart still goes Dhak!
This is not a eulogy of you, son. This is a Thank you note to my parents. To a mother who created so much love in the house that we never knew what it was to be unloved. We knew what it was to be loved and smothered with kisses more than we liked, but never what it was to be unloved.
To a father who melted faster than butter on a stove, who was exploited by his sole weakness on earth - his daughter, who is, till date, his greatest fight adversary. When you do that to us, I will know how my father felt all these years.
I read Kahlil Gibran on Children for several years, and today, the prayer is not that I should know, but that I should remember when it is important to remember.
You may not follow our path, our advice, or even our conversation. That is not what we seek. What we do seek, is that the path you follow, Son, should keep you warm on your way, and God Be With You!
Monday, 10 September 2007
Personal News
Posted on 05:55 by Unknown
We were blessed with a son on the 3rd of September.
I just got well enough to be able to sit on a computer and type this. :-)
I just got well enough to be able to sit on a computer and type this. :-)
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