met him when she was going through the worst phase in her life. He was a
welcome change for her. His carefree attitude, undying spirit and above all his
humorous side caught her attention.He
had numerous liaisons in the past, but he felt “There is really something about
her that I haven’t seen in others”.
met more often and the mutual attraction slowly turned into a relationship of
care and commitment. The day, he decided to propose to her, she opened to him
about her past including her broken marriage and her struggle of being a single
parent. That didn’t deter him, his respect for her fortified.He told her “I am not worried about your
past; I see my present and future with you. I want to live every moment with
you and be a doting father for your child!” He had healed her past wounds and
she decides to eventually follow her instincts.
home, she hashes out with her parents. Like any other conservative Indian, her
mother opposes to the entire concept of live-in. “What will society think?
Don’t you know how it can affect your child?” her mother asked.She doesn’t give up; she could see that her
mother is heartbroken, but she adheres to her decision.Eventually, her father agrees, more to
overcome his guilt of marrying off his daughter at a young age and that too to
a wrong person. He thought “I have done enough damage to my daughter, now that
she wants to move on, why not allow her to!”
moved in with her and her child.She
liked his protectiveness and possessives and his bond with her child. She was
making his life very easy; he needn’t have to worry about any trivial things.
But as wise men say “Happiness never last long”. He had never communicated
about his living arrangement to his parents. He knew that his parents would
never accept it.That became their first
bone of contention.Initially his
explanations were enough to soothe her but eventually, she saw them as his
fights were endless and they decide to part. He moved out, he kept himself
busy. She tries hard to forget him but distance makes hearts grow fonder.
Within few weeks, they decide to give their relationship one more fair chance.
He informs his parents about her. All mayhem broke loose. They gave an
ultimatum to him to break all his ties with her.He thought “That’s the most difficult
decision to take. I will need to manage it somehow.”He opens to her on his parents’ demand.She says “If it’s a matter of choosing
between me and them, we can break up.” He assures her “I need you. Slowly but
steadily my parents will give in.”
pass, weeks pass, months pass. His parents never accept her. Meanwhile, the
whispers start to get louder and louder.Her neighbors are curious; her parents are anxious and her child was
growing up. “What is the next step in this relationship?” she asked him. He
said “I want to marry you but with the consent of my parents. I don’t know how
long it will take.” She said “How long should I wait? I would have been happy
with the current arrangement but for my child.” He said “I don’t know. Why are
you bringing the child in between all these?”
fights became the order of the day. One day, he said “If you can’t wait, there
is no point in continuing this relationship. I can’t make my parents unhappy as
I am their only son.”Teary eyed, she
mumbled “What about those years I have spent with you? What about those
promises you have made?”Without
answering her questions, he left the apartment with his belongings.
They have been married for nearly forty years. They have
been so much together that they have started looking alike. Their marriage is
considered a perfect one, with no financial dependency, children acquiescent,
obeisant and well settled.People
heralded their union as one of its kind, people say “We need to learn a lot
from them, how they are each other’s support system, standing through thick and
thin and of course, how well they passed on their virtues to their children!”
When they were young, they had decided to focus completely
on their children, for them, like any Indian, children were their sole
treasure. They used to say to each other “When we are old, we will have all the
time in the world, then we will focus on things that will keep us busy and
happy.”Their children kept saying “We
are so lucky to have Pa & Ma. Wish, we can a lead a harmonious wedded life
After retirement, he fell sick, she nursed him and he
acknowledged her part in his recovery.He fell sick again, but this time, the severity was more than he had
anticipated. He was bedridden; thoughts clogged his mind “Am I a burden to her?
Is she looking after me because of love or out of duty?” Any discomfort on her
part, he interpreted it as her vexation. He adopted an approach of sudden
outbursts and harsh words on her. Initially, she took it in her stride, she
remained silent, and she remembered the good old days when he had been a
Slowly, but steadily his words began to hurt her profusely.
She couldn’t just take in his hatred. She thought “What has changed? What did I
do wrong? My silence is being taken for granted.” She started questioning him
about his angst. Her questions riled him up; he thought “She no longer needs
me. Our children will take care of her, very well.”
They start digging up the past, the incidents when they were
hurt by each other’s actions and words.He declares “Forty years of my life with you have been the most
difficult.” She is shocked, as tears flow from her eyes; she whispers “You’ve
been a good father, not a good husband.”
Their children come to know about the situations at home.
They grow anxious, together they prepare the lectures and admonitions which
they need to give to Pa & Ma. When they dial up home, their parents
together say “You are not grown enough to lecture us. You don’t have to
interfere in our affairs; we know how to sort out our issues.”The children are amused and astonished at the
absurd turn of events.
Suddenly an SMS flashed on his mobile. It read “Let deafening silence be the order of the day. GM and have a great day!” He was flabbergasted, he couldn’t understand the context or the emotion that the message carried. He thought “What did I do? What did the message mean?” With a preoccupied mind, he drove his way to the office.
Back at her work, she was disturbed. He had been her sole friend in the new city who helped her to settle down. He had accepted her quirkiness, always been receptive to her garrulity. His sudden silence vexed her up. She thought “What did I do? Did I hurt him with my actions or words?” After sending him the SMS, she continued with her work. She never thought how her blunt words would have affected him.
By noon, he called her up. After exchanging explanations, which they both agreed, was not needed, they continued with their trivial conversations. There was no animosity, no anger. The distance that the silence had created finally narrowed down. A thought crossed her mind “Silence can be interpreted in so many ways. We stick to the most damaging version and fill our mind with lots of negativities. Every human action should be given a benefit of doubt.”
Dr APJ Abdul Kalam, ex President of India, passed away
yesterday. I was wondering what I could have written about him, which no one
would have told ever. I haven’t met him in person nor do I have had email exchanges
with him but I always look up to him for being a wonderful human being who led
a selfless life. He is indeed a huge inspiration for many in my generation and
I really feel privileged to be a part of the generation where we had great
minds like Dr Kalam. A person with
humble origins, to being the missile man, to being the President of India, he
really lived up to his quote “The dream is not that you see in sleep , dream is
which does not let you sleep”. When death approached, he showed his generosity,
even though he was doing what he loved to do the most ie lecturing at IIM,
Dr Kalam wanted a better and brighter India, and being Indias’
citizens, it’s our duty to fulfill his unrealized missions and visions.
SOAP with envelope is like a terrifying dream
SOAP with glycerine is a good conditioning cream SOAP with envelope gives me no hope
It makes me feel hopeless and like a dope
SOAP with glycerine gives me the shine
All these years it served me fine SOAP with envelope gives me weird exception
SOAP with glycerine gives my skin, real affection SOAP with envelope have various forms
SOAP with glycerine have pleasant foams
Both the SOAP needs to be handled with care
If not, the consequences will be difficult to bear
It’s always seen that when some is addressed as “b*t*h” or “b@st@rd”,
it is taken quite offensively. I have always tried to rationalize it and never
reached to any reason why it is so piquing.
Isn’t “b*t*h” a female dog and aren’t dogs faithful? So why
get offended when someone addresses you as a bitch? Similarly in case of “b@st@rd”,
the child is not at fault here and why spite when you are addressed that way?Everyone follows the nature’s law of
reproduction and so every child has a mother and a father. If the child knows
the parents, good, if not, it doesn’t matter.
Are the buzzes around these words really needed? Can anyone
explain the reason why these words are so unsavory?
Same day, another year! This year I wasn’t beside her to
wish her in person and time zones didn’t help either. Every year, I make it a
point to wish her at sharp 12pm on her big day. I was thinking for a while what
I need to gift her. She has it all, materialistic gifts doesn’t really matter
to her. What matters toher is giving her some attention, some care. I
kept thinking, but nothing really crossed my mind. This chapter is completely dedicated to her.
She is my friend, philosopher and guide. I know I can call
her anytime and talk my heart out. She wouldn’t judge me, she is always on my
side, and she supports me unconditionally. She has been at the receiving end of
my wraths and my mood swings, yet she never showed her despite or desperation. Sometimes,
I wonder how she is able to play the role so beautifully. I have never seen her
complain about anything. She is quite happy in whatever state she is in. I
questioned her umpteen times whether her satisfaction is façade to her
laziness, but each time her arguments left me stumped.
Our relationship wasn’t great in the beginning, we fought
for silliest of reasons, but as they say, it’s the distance that makes the
heart grow fonder.I realized her worth
when she left for another place to pursue her higher education. I missed her
like hell, I cried my heart out.We stayed together during the early phase of
my career till she decided to take the next plunge in her life, the holy bliss
of matrimony. I knew I will have another competition, vying for her attention.
I outgrew that fear because she remained the same, her motherly instincts
protecting me and guiding me in the right direction.
We don’t have anything is common, we share a different outlook
towards life and we always wonder how we are still together. May be it’s the genes.
As the saying goes “Blood is always thicker than water”.No matter how many friends I had, have and
will have, it’s always she, whom I will go back to when Iam troubled or need a shoulder to cry on. In
fact, I am quite thankful to God for the very fact that I have two mothers in
my life, one from the older generation, my real mother and the other from my generation,
D, I always look up to you. You are my guiding force. Now that an extra candle is on the cake, I wish
you happiness and good health.
There was a strange ice storm in Michigan and my friend AD
took this photograph and submitted the same to a newspaper. It was selected for
print with the title as "photo taken by Ann Arbor resident AD"
However AD didn’t find it online nor does she have the printed copy. Here is
the photograph that was published.
I live a life of water, colorless and odorless With emotions solidified like the ice To just melt when surrounded by close ones The angst is me sometimes emanate like a hot steam Eventually hurting people on the way!
I take in the dirt and the filth I project your hazed reflections But you can never judge my depth Unless you step into my world and stay!
I create few ripples when stirred To quickly settle to my calm composure If you have me in your journey called life I will surely rub off my presence in you!
किसी से निग़ाहें मिलाना प्यार करने से अच्छा है
किसी को दूर से तारीफ करना पास आने से अच्छा है
प्यार के गम में रोने से बेहतर प्यार में मत पड़ना अच्छा है
प्यार है ऐसी चीज़ जिसकी नशा ज़िंदा मरवाने में अच्छा है
I had moved to US of A recently. Like any other Indian, I
realized that though I speak English, some of the words or sentences have a
totally different meaning. For eg, When
the rest of the world understand "ground floor" in a building, in US the word “ground
floor” doesn’t exist. It is actually termed as first floor!
On the second day after shifting here, I had a conversation
with my European colleague (hereby termed as EC)who was inquiring about another colleague based out of US (hereby termed as AC), with whom he had worked with.
Apparently, I am in the first floor where as AC sits in the
second floor (as per American dictionary)
EC: Hello, how do you find US?
Me: Very well, thank you. I am bit jet lagged.
EC: Where do you sit? Ground floor?
Me (playing with his ignorance): Nope. First floor.
EC: That’s good. I presume, AC sits in first floor (rest of
the world dictionary) too. Can you pass my message to him?
Me: AC sits in the second floor.
EC: Oh! I didn’t know. I thought we have just rented two floors
in the building. May be we are growing!
Me (still playing with his ignorance): May be.
Well, in US, one needs to be careful, else one can
constantly be floored!