Happy Birthday Dear Son

My Adorable Baby,

Today you have turned one year old. Exactly 365 days ago, you came into this world.I had wished so much that you be born on Nov 14 (Childrens Day) but when the Doc told me at 11pm that your child will take another 3-4 hours to arrive in this world, I lost my hope of celeberating your birthday on Childrens Day every year! People tell me your kid preferred to share his birthday with Sania Mirza rather than Chacha Nehru!

I still remember how the doctor wrapped you in a white cloth and put you over me. My bundle of joy, your touch instantly made me forget all my pain and I cried in glee.

Then he took you to your dad, and he cried too when he saw his lil son.

In fact he and I were just discussing that is this your first birthday or second? 'Coz it was your first birthday when you were born.

You have changed our world. I have not known what it is to have a good nights sleep since you were born, but I also have never had happier times in my life. When I see you smile and jump when you see me, I feel so elated. When you go off to sleep peacefully in my arms, I feel like I can hold you like that forever.

When you cry, I feel like crying too...and when you clap with your small small hands, I start clapping myself.

My darling, you are the world to me. I love you tonnes. And even though you are still too young to realize the importance of today, this day is really really special for me and your dad.

Happy Birthday Son!

With Luv,

Mumma

A Womans Poem

I dont know who wrote this..but I just loved it!

He didn't like the curry

And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't prepare the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Isn’t there anything I could do
To match his mothers shoe
Then I smiled as I saw light
One thing I could definitely do
I turned around and slapped him tight...

Like his mother used to!!!!!

Letter to Papa

My Dear Papa,

Next Friday, it will be a month since you went away from our lives, to another world where we cannot reach you. Cant hear you, cant touch you, cant see you, cant ask you how you are.

Nothing much seems to have changed since you departed. I still wake up every morning, do my daily chores, dress up and come to office. I am involved in my work whole day, taking and giving directions, holding meetings, chatting, mailing and evening comes. I again go home, play with Aryu, prepare dinner, eat and sleep. The whole day is just like what it used to be.

But you know papa, when I pick up the phone to call up at home, I realize that I will never again hear your voice on the phone. Thats when I realize that things have changed.

When Aryu does his little tricks and I recall how happy you used to be to hear them, I realize that I will never be able to tell you again what he does.

When I recently won an award in the company, I realized I will never hear your happy voice again which used to say, ‘After all your are my daughter’.

When I am low and upset because of the way life is going on, I realize I will never again hear your motivating words that could lift my mood anytime.

As I am writing these words, I know you are not listening to me. You are far far away. You are gone and you have gone for good this time.

These and such hundreds of moments come and go everyday when there is a split second that brings forth the shocking reality of your absence from my life.

I just hope that wherever you are, you are free from the misery and pain that you had to suffer from in the last few years of your life.

I love you papa and I will always strive to be a good human being that you wanted me to be. I will be strong for Mom and I will always take care of her.

Missing you dearly.

Your loving daughter.

Mind Vs Matter

What is mind,

No matter!

What is matter,

Never Mind!

Women

The strength of women comes from the fact that psychology cannot explain us. Men can be analyzed, women merely adored.

– Oscar Wilde

Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.

--William Shakespeare

On Courage

“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow.”

–Mary Anne

“Courage is the discovery that you may not win, and trying when you know you can lose.”

–Tom Krause

Aryaman

The joy of seeing a little one grow and turn into an individual knows no bounds. I was delighted when Aryaman turned and lay on his stomach the first time on March 6. He was learning that he can make his body move.

Yesterday, he got his first tooth. The very first one, and its just a small piece, which is not even visible, but can be felt.

I just can't wait for the day, when his smile will be filled with pearly whites!

My first blog

I sometimes hold it half a sin,

To put in words the grief I feel,

For words like nature half reveal,

and half conceal the soul within.

But for the unquite heart and mind,

A use in measured language lies,

The sad mechanic exercise,

Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.

- Lord Tennyson (In Memoriam)

My confessions here, are but an attempt, to use “measured language” for unloading what burden life imposes on the heart and mind.

This may or may not be of interest to anyone. I am just trying to create a space on the web, for my writings. I have no specific purpose for doing so, but I am acting on a whim of my mind.

If someone finds my writings useful, in any sense of the word, I will know that I made good use of the space I reserved for myself. And if it goes unnoticed, my say is-

“Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of oceans bear;

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air."