Wednesday, 29 July 2009

I found Treasure

The schools have re-opened after summer holidays. Now I have lot more time for doing things which are not possible to do in the presence of an active 4.5yrs old.
I was looking through this carton full of documents and notebooks the other day and found few empty and some sparingly used notebooks. I sorted it out and kept it for my son's writing practices.
I picked one of those notebooks for making my daily to-do list. ( yes, I make to-do list every morning and sometimes complete all listed tasks too ;-) )
So, yesterday when I was about to make my to-do list, I accidentally landed on the last page of the notebook.

The page had something written in hindi and it had my husband's hand-writing. When I read it all I was soooo happily surprised. I felt as if I found a lost treasure. Its a poem he wrote for our son on the eve of his second birthday as one of his birthday gifts. I was crying happily while reading it after so long. I could re-live those two years in these few lines.


Its true that children are God's blessings to parents.
How fortunate are we to have 'Sankalp aka Sunny' in our lives.
He is the sunshine of our life.

I would like to share that poem with you :





तुमने बदले हैं ज़िन्दगी के मायने,
देखा ज़िन्दगी को पनपते हुए,
अपनी आंखों से, अपने सामने,
साँसों को महसूस करते हुए !

तुम्हारी डगमगाती पावों की लय में,
मिली हमें अपनी स्थिरता,
वह मुस्कान, विश्वास और आनंद,
जिसे ढूंढा वर्षों तक, जिया इन दो सालों में,
उन छोटी उँगलियों ने,
मेरी हथेली सहलाते हुए बहुत कुछ कहा !

तुम्हारे सर के बीच में मुख छिपा कर,
स्वप्नों को ही तो जी रहें हैं हम !

तुम आधार, तुम विचार, तुम सवेरा,
तुम ही तो हमारे विश्वास का बसेरा !

नहीं आवश्यकता हमें बोधिसत्व की,
तुम ही तो अंत शाश्वात्ता की खोज का !

वह बिना बने शब्दों की भाषा का सत्य,
वह संकेतों से बनी दिशाओं का सत्य,
वह अँगुलियों से बनी स्थिरता का सत्य,
सत्य यही की तुमसे हमारा जीवन सत्य !

Wednesday, 15 July 2009

Magical and musical : its rain

Rain has such lovely magical spell on us, isn't it ?
Today it finally rained after month long wait.

It was around 10 am this morning. I was busy in household chores: cleaning, cooking, laundry etc. Since it was windy and cloudy (those thick grey clouds which assures that it will definitely rain) so I was in better mood already, listening to country songs while doing chores.
I was changing the bedsheets when it started pouring....it was raining cats and dogs....(this phrase reminds me of movie named 'The truth about cats and dogs', its a cute movie)

WOW....I felt sooo happy, smiling all to myself.
I left all the chores, came to balcony. Amazing...I thought lets have some rain fun (Sunny went to school so I was all by myself in the house).
I arranged my plants, got a chair and a small table to the balcony. I fixed my music system on that table and got an old tape which has fab yesteryear's songs. This tape I myself compiled and recorded when I was in college.( I will talk more about these songs in next post)
I sat in the balcony with latest issue of 'Good housekeeping' which incidentally has monsoon theme this month.
What a bliss !! listening to my favorite songs while flipping through the pages of my favorite magazine....and its raining...I felt so good after ages.
Every things is so bright and clear after being washed by rain. All these plants and trees around looks so shiny green, lively and happy as if they are dancing and romancing with rain.

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain.....musical and magical, hai na !!!

Monday, 29 June 2009

rains and memories



Finally....some rain....though not much but it had bought down the scorching Delhi's temp a bit. And it made me feel good and cool (literally !!).
Its fun to watch boys playing football while its raining on my society's park....reminded me of my college days. How I wish to join them and get drenched in the rain.
I remember one downpour, a hard one, when I was in my first year of college. We(our gang of 4 girls) were returning from college. On the way it started raining and before we could reach girl's hostel (gargi bhavan), we were wet. When we reached we saw a big pond freshly made with the rain just in front of hostel. We ran inside and kept our books in the visitor's room(that was the first room we could find to keep our books safely!).
We looked at each other, smiled and all of us ran back outside. We got drenched fully, stood in that pond with knee deep water, tried to swim, sang those rainy songs, danced, made loadsa noices and enjoyed so much. we also pulled our seniors, a like minded girly gang of 5, named MANSY. our gang's name is JAGS. (I will tell secret behind these names some other time) . SO JAGS n MANSY had loadsa fun together n enjoying the rain. We even posed for camera all drenched. oh....it was soooo much fun !!

How I wish to relive those moments, when we were so wild and free and just followed our heart's more than mind.

Friday, 29 May 2009

Giving makes us richer

My son is 4.5 yrs old now. I have many of his outfits which he has outgrown of.
While arranging some drawers, I found one such old but in reasonably good condition summer dress which was one of my favorite dress for him. It was bought when my son was 1.5 yrs old. I have many beautiful memories attached to that outfit. I wanted to keep such dresses forever.

But recently I had change of mind . Now I want to give these cloths to needy people.
While talking to my domestic help, I came to know she has a 2 yrs old son. Last week I gave that favorite outfit of my son to her. She just took it and left, not a word or expression of thanks from her.

The next morning when she came for cleaning my house, the first thing she told me, "didi, maine wo dress apne bete ko pehnayaa. Bahut sunder lag raha tha wo."
Her face glowing with happiness, love and satisfaction that a mother feels when she sees her kids happy. That said it all. It was worth giving that favorite outfit to her. Being a mother myself I totally could feel how pleased she was.

Thats the beauty and power of giving. Her happy face and chirpy voice kept me high for whole week and am still feeling great for doing this good deed.

Thursday, 21 May 2009

zindagi ki talaash

कैसी थी वो ज़िंदगी जब छोटी-2 बाते बड़ी-2 खुशियाँ दे जाती थी.

ज़िंदगी का मतलब – जब मैं और तुम साथ बैठे एक-दूसरे की आँखो से मन का संगीत सुना करते थे….

ज़िंदगी का मतलब – जब तुमने मेरी 22वी सालगिरह पर स्व-रचित 22 कविताएँ गिफ्ट की थी…

ज़िंदगी का मतलब – वो शाम जब Bangalore के ring road पर santro में घूमते हुए तुमने कहा था ‘these are the best days of my life’

ज़िंदगी का मतलब – सर्जरी के बाद बेहोशी में भी मेरा तुम्हे तुम्हारे ‘pet’ name से बुलाना

Dilli ki garmi

Delhi is currently a furnace with mercury touching almost 42 degree C. Its so hot that one feel roasted specially around mid day 12:00 pm to 3:00 pm.

My son comes back from school at 1:15 pm. The AC school bus drops him just in front of my society building. Y’day I went to pick him up and on way back home, I saw a baby, barely 2-3 months old sleeping on the roadside pavement. It was sooooo freaking hot and such small baby wrapped in a thin sheet was lying under a tree shade. I got terrified and gave panic look to her mum who was sitting beside the baby with other two kids. I asked her “itne chhote bacche ki aise kyo litaya hai, bahut garmi hai, loo lag jayegi (Why have u made such small baby lying in such heat. She may get heat stroke)
She gave me a puzzled and faint smile and said, “madamji, gareebon ke bachhe to aise hi palte hain.(Madam, kids of poor parents are raised like this only)