The magic of words
Monday, December 19, 2016
Lessons in motherhood
Friday, July 05, 2013
My dear darling
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 06, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
One fine day she was not there anymore.
I am coming back to my blog after more than two years and what years!!! My whole world turned upside down in these last two years but i have only emerged stronger and much more loved than before.
One of my best friends decided to leave all of us, her loving parents, friends, all of a sudden. Very-very bad of her but all of us have forgiven her. She is such a loving child that no one could remain angry with her for such a long time. But every day i wish you were here with me Sou so that I don’t have to remember you.
Then some tragic things happened at home but we have only got stronger – the big rock that my mother is and the bigger and stronger foundation that my dad provided all of us but especially her, his wife/partner/best friend/travel companion/room mate/agony aunt of 30 years, keeping his promise of being there in sickness and in health.
And now here I am today, two years down the line, happy and contended (almost...the excuse of we r humans, blah, blah).
Delhi is getting more and more polluted day by day but my love-hate relationship with this great city is somehow sustaining me, making me continue in the city i want to leave the moment i get a chance.
But the love of my life is here, how could I leave. My sisters have found a niche for themselves in this big bad city. I hate to say it but it has become a second ‘home’ now, no matter how much i want to deny it. So i am giving myself some time to see for how long this flirting continues. May be i will develop a lifelong relationship with Delhi, who knows.
But my relationship with words continue, and thank god for that. My books keep me company, they are my best friends, making my metro commute easier and filling and aiding the silence that i enjoy so much after being away from home for so many years.
PS: Some of my best, beautiful friends got married during these two years to wonderful boys, who are now handsome, responsible men. Here’s to the wonderful partnership these ladies have formed with these gentlemen par excellence. Wishing them a very happy married life .
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Besides my giant almirah, I had a fridge, four bags full of clothes and over 12 boxes, both big and small with all my stuff. This excludes my shoe boxes and other two bags with my kitchen stuff.
Since I have been away from my family for so long (over four years now) I have a lot of stuff. And I wanted everything. I couldn’t leave behind anything.
While at work, I was going through the pictures of the floods in Bihar. People are affected everywhere and a region as big as Delhi has been engulfed by the raging waters of the Kosi river. I can’t imagine living in an inundated Delhi, besides the fact that we won’t be able to live then.
I saw a picture in which a family was walking towards a dry and safer place. Father, mother and their three children. That is all. In another picture a little girl had a broken suitcase on her head and two pairs of worn out chappals. She was standing in waist-deep water and she looked barely over 12.
In some pictures people were fighting over relief food, while in some they had lined up to take clothes, dry clothes sent from all over.
I never understood the logic behind sending clothes to victims of natural calamities. As a younger person, I used to wonder why someone would wear worn out clothes people send.
Calamities are the time when people can dump their unwanted clothes, serving double purpose. On no other occasion can one be proud and at the same time relieved of helping and getting rid of clothes which you couldn’t sell to the kabadi wala guy.
“They are left with nothing in this world, they will accept even torn clothes now,” is the most common answer when pointed out that the clothes they are sending is not worth wearing anymore.
This is besides the fact that there are many more who genuinely come forward to help and do everything in their capability to help.
Coming back to the pictures from Bihar. The family had nothing but themselves to save. Before the floods they might have had a small house, family belongings and most important – cattle and their agricultural land. All they could save from the raging water was themselves.
The girl had a broken suitcase which can barely hold anything. And worn out chappals? What would she do with them? And is she left with any family member? The picture didn’t show any.
I can’t imagine restarting my life from scratch at age 35. So many people in the floods lost everything they had. And I am not even talking about the lives lost.
A baby was born two days after the flood water started rising and the family had to evacuate in a hurry. The grandparents, old and frail, were left behind. Under normal circumstances, the family would be celebrating the birth. The grandparents dancing with joy, while the pandit busy performing puja to name the new born.
Now no one has time. In the relief camp, the family is trying to find a dry place amid the pouring sky. A baby without a name. I wish to give her a name but even in the comfort of my house, I can’t think of any name for her. I wish to give her a happy name but won’t it be ironical. Happiness born out of the womb of misery!
I scan my room and it is full of things that I have. Do I need all of it? Do I really use all the things that I have? What if Delhi were to be hit with an equally devastating flood?
What all would I pick up? What would I leave behind?
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Thoughts on Mother's day
I was watching one of the singing reality shows today- oh how they bore me. But I do not have a choice because my sister comes home every Sunday from her hostel and all she does is watch the singing shows. I can go on and on about her obsession but let’s stop here.
They are amazing singers no doubt and today was a special day. It was, rather it still is as I write, Mother’s Day. I called up my mother and wished her and so did my youngest sister in Dharamshala (my younger sister, middle one, doesn’t have time from her singing show).
Coming to the point. As expected it was a special episode dedicated to mothers. Each and every contestant had his or her mother coming on stage and the usual rona-dhona happened. Then this singer called Debojit came. He sang beautifully, though I can’t remember what he sang. Some Kishore da number.
What got me hooked to the show today was the message he had for the people. He said he used to enjoy being pampered by his mother- she would put oil in his hair and give me a head massages, he would sleep in her lap and other things. But he said, “today when I am in a position to do something for my mother, I don’t have maa with me”. His mother is no more. I felt his pain and was so grateful (don’t know to who…I am an agnostic and we have these occupational hazards more often than not) that my mum was still with me, cracking jokes, smiling, scolding me but with me.
It was very touching that he had got some old women from an old age home to be a part of the show. As he sang, all of them cried.
Debojit had a simple message – do not leave your parents in old age homes. “They are like gods and how can you leave them in such a condition,” he said and buried his head in the lap of one of the crying old women. It was truly very moving and for once I forgot that I was watching a stupid show. I called up my mother and she said, “ I have already shed my tears last night.” Turns out we were watching a repeat telecast!
My point – They nearly go mad with joy when you are born. They celebrate your birth like there is no tomorrow, they shed tears when you get hurt, they rejoice in your success. But when you grow up why do you forget each and everything that they have done for you. Why do you make them go mad once again by dumping them in old age homes?
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