Guess the most awaited time... !! Yes it was my loving brother,a closest friend Yeshu's betrothal. Ah... D journey to find the right gal for him was horrible... Loads of obstacles. . Veetakatipar kalyanam pannipar is a famous phrase in tamil. Now the earlier has become so simple as loads of companies had come up but the later however you have market players to find the life partner, its ultimately our responsibility to choose our desired partner...
After his assent for marriage, finding the gal took 6 months.. Ofcourse its a lifetime decision and 6 months s not a bad time. But ma perima was in a tremendous pressure jus in six months without thinking the pressures she ll undergo in the future..;) Whereve you go, network follows and the question for my perima " Epama pullaiku kalyanam" also follows.. Alas!! bad day for her then ...
Horoscope matching plays the vital role in hindu marriages. Personally we may be positive about an alliance but astrologically it wont set.. Pochu..!!! Start from the beginning.. Most recently used webpage when you open your internet will be ssmatri and few other matrimonial sites.. Matrimonial sites are yet another trouble givers with their numerous calls asking for membership up gradation and they ll allocate atleast 2000 profiles from which we can select. However one good thing is it provides avenues for permissible bird watching...
Hmmm... At the end of successful 6 months, we discovered the gal .. cha.. she was in Madipakkam not anywhere else in d world.. made us search for 6 months .. Dey should ve given the advertisement in tamras a little earlier. Hmmm.. alrite all for good only... !!!
Now the next interesting thing is ponnu pathufying... Arranged for a 8 seater vehicle but got only 6 seater and were 7. All successfully got seat but except the hero of the show yeshu... Ha ha... He struggled sitting between two seats.. D journey to madipakkam yet another comedy we kept on going from the most densly populated brahmin area in the city. Crossed loadsa hairpin bends to reach the place to see my brother's angel... Had sojji bajji as usual.. and a nice coffee aswell... Finally said YES for the gal and we started. In a 10 days span there you go Yeshu.., its yo betrothal... purchases, tnagar, had a happy evening the week before to the betrothal where d gal had also come .. Hey Yeshu.. too much of blushing.... !!!! Hmmm.. seri leave ... adakam..adakam... Habba the day then ended ...
Now about the gal... Sangeetha... Youngest of four in the family. An active and a charming gal who has diverse interest in various fields such as Music, sports, karate etc.. Who wins elders hearts very easily and become their pet in a very short span.. won my perima's heart especially..:)
Bethrothal day 5th dec 2011.. Wow... super jolly day...
All the best da Yeshu.. Wishing you goodluck in yo life.. Name anything, you ll have in yo lyf... God bless!:)
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Changing culture
Wanted to write this for so long.. Did not get write time... !! Rather did not think to write for this long months..
An year back, my journey time to my work was so worst.Infact that itself acts as a work everyday.. . My beautiful city will make to me travel for 2 hours just for 14 kms. All my journey in the evening will be thundering.
I once visited a one of the leading bakeries in chennai in a noisy, polluted evening on my way back from office as i was extremely hungry. The bakery is in Bazullah road.. My brother always takes the pleasure of picking me from office to make my journey a lil shorter.
We both are extremely hungry and we entered the bakery jus to have some mlid snack. And we both decided to order a pizza. They had to heat the pizza and serve us. Pizza had come and we asked for wash basin or atleast a glass of water to wash hands as we were travelling in the most polluted areas in the city. The bakery workers said, they do not have water and on asking for water again they showed us a most unclean toilet where they asked us to wash hands if we needed to. Uveee!! I cant cant imagine.. When we asked for atleast spoon which we saw few others were using to eat cakes, the shop workers lightly responded that this particular item wont get spoon and you have to eat it like that.
We then came out telling we do not want the pizza.
We got so much irritated and we came out. Is this westernization a good one..!! I honestly do not think so...This is leading to us the path where we stopped seeing many things like dresses are becoming shorter day by day.. We do not care to override our ancestral customs and traditions.. Is this is the results of education and the money we fetch out of the same.. We were so civilized before, I think we misunderstood many things and started following a wrong practices which were socially unacceptable in the country.
When my grandpa was Village municef, the people were not allowed to drink alcohol. Drinking alcohol was considered as a sin. But now that is socially acceptable.
In this 21st century even girls started without understanding the fact that their biological set up would cause many troubles..
Hmmm... cha.. travelled a long rather deviated a lot from the topic with which i started with..
You know guys , I never go to the kayendhibavans as i have a preconceived notion that those are not located in clean and tidy places. My parents used to instruct us (Ma sis &me) that not to eat anything from outside when we were young.. I strictly followed till my age of 22. Now eating from kayendhibhavans as they atleast have a water in a jug to wash hands..!!
An year back, my journey time to my work was so worst.Infact that itself acts as a work everyday.. . My beautiful city will make to me travel for 2 hours just for 14 kms. All my journey in the evening will be thundering.
I once visited a one of the leading bakeries in chennai in a noisy, polluted evening on my way back from office as i was extremely hungry. The bakery is in Bazullah road.. My brother always takes the pleasure of picking me from office to make my journey a lil shorter.
We both are extremely hungry and we entered the bakery jus to have some mlid snack. And we both decided to order a pizza. They had to heat the pizza and serve us. Pizza had come and we asked for wash basin or atleast a glass of water to wash hands as we were travelling in the most polluted areas in the city. The bakery workers said, they do not have water and on asking for water again they showed us a most unclean toilet where they asked us to wash hands if we needed to. Uveee!! I cant cant imagine.. When we asked for atleast spoon which we saw few others were using to eat cakes, the shop workers lightly responded that this particular item wont get spoon and you have to eat it like that.
We then came out telling we do not want the pizza.
We got so much irritated and we came out. Is this westernization a good one..!! I honestly do not think so...This is leading to us the path where we stopped seeing many things like dresses are becoming shorter day by day.. We do not care to override our ancestral customs and traditions.. Is this is the results of education and the money we fetch out of the same.. We were so civilized before, I think we misunderstood many things and started following a wrong practices which were socially unacceptable in the country.
When my grandpa was Village municef, the people were not allowed to drink alcohol. Drinking alcohol was considered as a sin. But now that is socially acceptable.
In this 21st century even girls started without understanding the fact that their biological set up would cause many troubles..
Hmmm... cha.. travelled a long rather deviated a lot from the topic with which i started with..
You know guys , I never go to the kayendhibavans as i have a preconceived notion that those are not located in clean and tidy places. My parents used to instruct us (Ma sis &me) that not to eat anything from outside when we were young.. I strictly followed till my age of 22. Now eating from kayendhibhavans as they atleast have a water in a jug to wash hands..!!
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Awesome article .. "World is getting fat.."
http://www.mckinseyquarterly.com/Why_governments_must_lead_the_fight_against_obesity_2687
Jus wanna share the above article which i happened to read in Mckinsey Quarterly.... A nice one on " World is getting fat" .. Ppl are getting fat in their thought but their BMI... :)
Jus wanna share the above article which i happened to read in Mckinsey Quarterly.... A nice one on " World is getting fat" .. Ppl are getting fat in their thought but their BMI... :)
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Hinduism.. Not a Religion..!!!!
Is Hinduism, a religion??? I don think so.. Its jus a way of living prescribed in an elaborated way... I often wonder at the festivals in Hinduism.. Lovely..! They ve a day for everything. Highly civilized... They enjoy and celebrate everything in the world like nature etc.
Dey ve a strong root behind whatever the principle is been followed except d fact dat to make people scared and to make them strictly follow, they accompanied few things to make the world frighten and thereby believe.... But not really superstitious..
I would like to pen down few things which has a strong root behind the thots. Ofcourse everything has a meaning but i do not want to get additional sheets to fill up.. :) Would like to complete with the given main sheet..!!!!!:)
When they say girls are to wash hair on Fridays and guys on Saturdays, they meant to say in olden days both male and females goes to pond or river to bath esp for hair wash. Since both men and Women to be separated for their own comfort the days were divided amongst themselves.
When they say we should not cut nails, comb hair in the evenings.. It referred to the fact that there were no electricity in the ancient times and hence we cant hunt for fallen hair or nail in the dark and it might harm food.
When they say to light lamp in front of the house, it is help the by passers with the light as there were no bright lights or street lights.
When they say girls to sit out for few days a month, they meant to say that they require rest badly and they lack energy in those days. Would we follow if d ansisters
jus say gals require rest?? We wont..!! Hence they brought few stories to make us believe.
When they say a place where one had their food has to be cleaned with cow dung or turmeric, they meant these are best anti bacterial in the world. We now use floor cleaners to clean the same. In olden days they never had floor cleaners. Only cow dung and turmeric were so...
When they say should not go out during eclipses, it is the fact that the rays may harm us and which is scientifically proven..
We are educated now. Why cant we take a few mins to understand the hidden meaning rather than cribbing at the practices. If we can spend time to understand what is been told, we would definitely be in a better place with a big pond of knowledge.
Please spend time to understand things...
Dey ve a strong root behind whatever the principle is been followed except d fact dat to make people scared and to make them strictly follow, they accompanied few things to make the world frighten and thereby believe.... But not really superstitious..
I would like to pen down few things which has a strong root behind the thots. Ofcourse everything has a meaning but i do not want to get additional sheets to fill up.. :) Would like to complete with the given main sheet..!!!!!:)
When they say girls are to wash hair on Fridays and guys on Saturdays, they meant to say in olden days both male and females goes to pond or river to bath esp for hair wash. Since both men and Women to be separated for their own comfort the days were divided amongst themselves.
When they say we should not cut nails, comb hair in the evenings.. It referred to the fact that there were no electricity in the ancient times and hence we cant hunt for fallen hair or nail in the dark and it might harm food.
When they say to light lamp in front of the house, it is help the by passers with the light as there were no bright lights or street lights.
When they say girls to sit out for few days a month, they meant to say that they require rest badly and they lack energy in those days. Would we follow if d ansisters
jus say gals require rest?? We wont..!! Hence they brought few stories to make us believe.
When they say a place where one had their food has to be cleaned with cow dung or turmeric, they meant these are best anti bacterial in the world. We now use floor cleaners to clean the same. In olden days they never had floor cleaners. Only cow dung and turmeric were so...
When they say should not go out during eclipses, it is the fact that the rays may harm us and which is scientifically proven..
We are educated now. Why cant we take a few mins to understand the hidden meaning rather than cribbing at the practices. If we can spend time to understand what is been told, we would definitely be in a better place with a big pond of knowledge.
Please spend time to understand things...
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
A wonderful email I ve ever read
Happened to receive an email from my brother... Jus wanna share it wit you all.....
A Wonderful Story of a little daughter…
‘you have done a brilliant work Shankar. You have been given….ssssrrrr……sshhhhhaannnnkkkkaarrrr………… Shhhannnnkkkarrrrrr.’- what!! I woke up from a sudden jerk. ‘shhhaaannnnkarrr….’…I heard my wife yelling. What’s with her? Always yelling for something or the other. I can’t be in peace even in my dreams. Shucks!! Angrily, I kicked my blanket and got down. ‘Shankkkarrr….’ ‘Coming Meera..what’s w/ you. Why are you shouting like this..’.
I hurried down the stairs. I saw Meera, my sweet(??!!) wife, sitting in the couch giving breakfast to my 7yr old daughter Achala. Both looked happy, watching TV. I got confused at the whole scenario. I came running down, expecting some kind of earthquake, but instead here everything was in place. I looked at my wife & daughter. She smiled at me back. Now, I more got confused, what’s happening here? Am I in a dream?
‘Meera…’
‘Yeah Shankar…’
‘You called me. In fact yelled.’
‘Yes. You are right!’
‘Everything is fine here right? Why you screamed like that then…’
‘It’s ‘cos it’s going to be 8am now.’
I couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. Is she playing some kind of prank? Is this the time for all these? I have to be in office by 9am for a meeting.
‘Yes. It’s going to be 8am.Right! So…?’
‘Shankar, don’t tell me, you forgot…today is 27th ‘
‘27th..What 27th?
‘Don’t tell me you don’t remember?’
Meera gave me an ‘I’ll kill you’ look. Is it her birthday? No it’s somewhere at the year end. Is it my daughter’s? No no , we celebrated last month only right. Got it. Should be our Anniversary.
‘Hey Meera, How will I forget our Anniversary…’
‘Whaattttttt????….Anniversaryyyyy???…..’
Got it. It’s not our anniversary. Before I get killed…What’s w/ 27th. What ?? what?? Come on Shankar!! Think. Nothing hit my mind. I looked at my daughter for a clue. She turned her face away. What’s with all women? Why can’t they be straight forward & say things. With so much work pressure, how on earth I am supposed to remember all the dates?. If I say something, then Meera will pick up a fight, and I will miss the meeting, my whole day will be gone. I made up my mind to surrender.
‘Meera, Sorry, I don’t remember. This medicine I am taking for cough, Something happened..my memory is deteriorating ..What’s today?’ Meera doesn’t seem like buying that excuse from me.
’Meera, please tell me’ I asked in a pitiable tone..
‘Shankar..You don’t remember at all?’ I moved my head left & right meaning NO. I kept my face like I am a patient suffering from ‘amnesia'.
'Shankar, As part of annual day celebrations, today is 'Daddy's Day' in Acchu's school. I have been telling you for the past 3 weeks. Now don’t tell me you forgot. You already promised that you will go with her to her school'
I couldn’t believe that I accepted for something like that. 'Meeraa..did I??'
'Yes. You did'
‘at what time it starts..?'
'By 8:30am and ends at 1pm'.
Gosh!! 9am!! I have such a critical meeting. How I will attend all these.
“Meera, you could have reminded me yesterday right?’
‘Oh I didn’t remind you? Great. I didn’t call to your office. Or remind you in the evening and before going to bed’
Might be I wouldn’t have heard it. Or slipped out of my memory. What ever!!
'Meera! Can’t you attend all these. Why should I??'
"Shankar. It’s Daddy's Day!...DADDY'ss!!!!!'
'Oh yeah....but...'
'But what????...'
'errrh....might be some other day...'
'What? You want the school to postpone the function?'
'No..No…actually..what..I am saying is..'
'What Shankar??? What?? Tell me. You promised Acchu and are you going to disappoint her? '
I stood there totally helpless. I looked at my daughter. She was all dressed up and ready to go. She looked like, she will cry any time. I saw Meera. She gave me a murderous look. I thought for a moment and my mind raced with many calculations. Important meeting. I can’t miss for sure. Half a day is too much. So many deliverables will get affected. I can’t face Meera again if I don’t go. Might be I can postpone the meeting by an hour and for name sake visit that function and escape to office.
'Meera, I will go, but I can spend only 1 hour..'
'No...that’s not..'
Before Meera finished the sentence, Acchu rushed to me 'Thanks daddy. 1hour. Mom, 1hour is enough mom. Please don’t fight mom. Daddy, get ready soon..' she nudged me.
‘Do you know her school name and the route for the school or you want me to tell???’ Asking that Meera threw me an angry look and left the living room. I rushed up, got ready. Called my manager & told that I got stuck in traffic jam and postponed the meeting to 10am.
I took Achala to her school. I felt somehow entering the school, ‘cos it’s the 2nd time, I am entering her school. In fact 1st time. I once dropped her outside her school gate. The school had a big playground, Small Park with all kids playing equipments. Some stalls were put up. So many kids with their fathers moved around here & there. Suddenly I felt some one touching my hand
‘Are you achala’s daddy?’ – A small kid asked. She had curly hair and bubbly smile.
‘Yes,,,My Daddy..…’ – Achala responded in an excited tone. And some kids ran towards me and Achala started introducing everyone.
‘Daddy! this is Rohit, this is zakir, Anis, Sylvia, Divya..’ – I told hello to everyone.
‘Daddy, Daddy, Zakir is my best friend.’ – I smiled at that cute blue eyed boy.
‘Uncle, Acchu told that you have so much work and you won’t be able to come. She told she won’t come in today. You don’t have work Uncle?’ – Zakir asked me.
I suddenly felt very bad on how my daughter has understood me. ‘No Zakir, I don’t have work’
‘Daddy, they are calling for the games. ‘ . Zakir ran to his father and waved his hands at me & achala. I took achala by hand and walked towards the stage. They were announcing the 1st game. Fathers will be given a sheet containing questions about their kids. Fathers have to fill about their kids which will be verified with the kids response.
Achala was all excited about the game and she was all set to go. But I felt shivers. I looked at my daughter. Suddenly, I felt very far from her, and the reality hit me, that I don’t know anything about my very own daughter. I blurted out ‘Acchu..we will attend the next game..This one ..’ She gave me a deep stare. I thought she is going to cry or shout or do something. But instead she pulled out a small paper from her jeans pocket and gave it to me. Completely baffled, I opened the sheet.
My name is Achala. My birthday March 21st. I am 7yrs old. I like butterfly. Superman. Dairy milk. painting. dancing. I am in 1st standard A section. I like Dora. Mango. Apple. Fried rice. Jelly. I don’t like banana. I drink boost.. I like yellow color. My nick name is ‘Honey dew’
And the list went on with small, small spelling mistakes. I looked at Acchu. ‘Daddy, read it, I know they will keep this game. So I wrote it 2 days back itself, to give you if you come. If they ask anything about me, write there. Ok Now go & attend the game’. Most of the things, my daughter has written & gave me, I never knew anything about it. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I went to the stage waved my hand to Acchu and got the question sheet. Since Acchu gave the sheet, I came to know about her & I answered almost all the questions. Then they asked Acchu on stage and asked the questions to her. We got the 2nd highest mark in that game. Acchu came running towards me and hugged me. They gave a ‘toy guitar’. Everyone congratulated us. Thou’ I won that game, I felt like a loser. I know, I don’t deserve this. I don’t know anything about my daughter.
She looked very happy showing that guitar to her best friend, zakir . What a kid she is. Understanding that her dad is totally hopeless and don’t want to let her dad down, before others she prepared that sheet and gave to me. The lump in my throat started getting bigger and my heart became heavy. I caressed her hair. What a beautiful smile she has and such big eyes. Does she miss a wing to get qualified as an angel? I have never admired my daughter or even watched her in all these years. She has that cute dimple of Meera’s as well as her eyes. Does that curling lip edges when she smiles, is mine? How I missed all this in my life.
Achala pulled me to the stalls there and I got some eatables and ballons for her and zakir.. She kept talking about the next game and suddenly my mobile rang. Oops!! Is it already 10am. I looked at Acchu . Suddenly her face became dark. She looked totally upset and asked in an low voice ‘Daddy! You have to leave now?’
I looked at my mobile. My manager was calling. It’s already 10am. I looked at Acchu. I looked around. All those happy kids with their fathers. I thought about my school days, where my dad used to come for all sports day, annual day, sit with me, cheer me up. Every day morning, while dropping me to school, he will wait near the gate until my head disappear. Evening, he will come & pick me up in his cycle, and I will be telling him all the stories that happened that day in school.
I saw Acchu. How many untold stories my daughter has kept in her heart to say me? I thought about all those days, where I yearned for a girl child and I wonder, how much of my time I gave her.
I pulled her closer, gave a kiss on her fore head ‘No Honey! I am not going. I will be here only…we will attend all games and roam around whole day.ok?’
‘Really?’ – She asked in an unbelievable tone.
‘Yes sweetz’
‘Thank you Daddy!’– Achala kissed my cheeks and ran to her friends. School teaches you something or the other always. This time, ‘back to school’ has taught me a wonderful life’s lesson. I called my
manager & told that am running high fever and can’t come in today. I know, I can handle things tomorrow. Today my daughter needs me more than anyone can need me in this world. With a lighter heart, I got up; ran towards Acchu, lifted her and gave her a big swing. She erupted into an uncontrollable laughter. The lump in my throat started melting away.
A Wonderful Story of a little daughter…
‘you have done a brilliant work Shankar. You have been given….ssssrrrr……sshhhhhaannnnkkkkaarrrr………… Shhhannnnkkkarrrrrr.’- what!! I woke up from a sudden jerk. ‘shhhaaannnnkarrr….’…I heard my wife yelling. What’s with her? Always yelling for something or the other. I can’t be in peace even in my dreams. Shucks!! Angrily, I kicked my blanket and got down. ‘Shankkkarrr….’ ‘Coming Meera..what’s w/ you. Why are you shouting like this..’.
I hurried down the stairs. I saw Meera, my sweet(??!!) wife, sitting in the couch giving breakfast to my 7yr old daughter Achala. Both looked happy, watching TV. I got confused at the whole scenario. I came running down, expecting some kind of earthquake, but instead here everything was in place. I looked at my wife & daughter. She smiled at me back. Now, I more got confused, what’s happening here? Am I in a dream?
‘Meera…’
‘Yeah Shankar…’
‘You called me. In fact yelled.’
‘Yes. You are right!’
‘Everything is fine here right? Why you screamed like that then…’
‘It’s ‘cos it’s going to be 8am now.’
I couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. Is she playing some kind of prank? Is this the time for all these? I have to be in office by 9am for a meeting.
‘Yes. It’s going to be 8am.Right! So…?’
‘Shankar, don’t tell me, you forgot…today is 27th ‘
‘27th..What 27th?
‘Don’t tell me you don’t remember?’
Meera gave me an ‘I’ll kill you’ look. Is it her birthday? No it’s somewhere at the year end. Is it my daughter’s? No no , we celebrated last month only right. Got it. Should be our Anniversary.
‘Hey Meera, How will I forget our Anniversary…’
‘Whaattttttt????….Anniversaryyyyy???…..’
Got it. It’s not our anniversary. Before I get killed…What’s w/ 27th. What ?? what?? Come on Shankar!! Think. Nothing hit my mind. I looked at my daughter for a clue. She turned her face away. What’s with all women? Why can’t they be straight forward & say things. With so much work pressure, how on earth I am supposed to remember all the dates?. If I say something, then Meera will pick up a fight, and I will miss the meeting, my whole day will be gone. I made up my mind to surrender.
‘Meera, Sorry, I don’t remember. This medicine I am taking for cough, Something happened..my memory is deteriorating ..What’s today?’ Meera doesn’t seem like buying that excuse from me.
’Meera, please tell me’ I asked in a pitiable tone..
‘Shankar..You don’t remember at all?’ I moved my head left & right meaning NO. I kept my face like I am a patient suffering from ‘amnesia'.
'Shankar, As part of annual day celebrations, today is 'Daddy's Day' in Acchu's school. I have been telling you for the past 3 weeks. Now don’t tell me you forgot. You already promised that you will go with her to her school'
I couldn’t believe that I accepted for something like that. 'Meeraa..did I??'
'Yes. You did'
‘at what time it starts..?'
'By 8:30am and ends at 1pm'.
Gosh!! 9am!! I have such a critical meeting. How I will attend all these.
“Meera, you could have reminded me yesterday right?’
‘Oh I didn’t remind you? Great. I didn’t call to your office. Or remind you in the evening and before going to bed’
Might be I wouldn’t have heard it. Or slipped out of my memory. What ever!!
'Meera! Can’t you attend all these. Why should I??'
"Shankar. It’s Daddy's Day!...DADDY'ss!!!!!'
'Oh yeah....but...'
'But what????...'
'errrh....might be some other day...'
'What? You want the school to postpone the function?'
'No..No…actually..what..I am saying is..'
'What Shankar??? What?? Tell me. You promised Acchu and are you going to disappoint her? '
I stood there totally helpless. I looked at my daughter. She was all dressed up and ready to go. She looked like, she will cry any time. I saw Meera. She gave me a murderous look. I thought for a moment and my mind raced with many calculations. Important meeting. I can’t miss for sure. Half a day is too much. So many deliverables will get affected. I can’t face Meera again if I don’t go. Might be I can postpone the meeting by an hour and for name sake visit that function and escape to office.
'Meera, I will go, but I can spend only 1 hour..'
'No...that’s not..'
Before Meera finished the sentence, Acchu rushed to me 'Thanks daddy. 1hour. Mom, 1hour is enough mom. Please don’t fight mom. Daddy, get ready soon..' she nudged me.
‘Do you know her school name and the route for the school or you want me to tell???’ Asking that Meera threw me an angry look and left the living room. I rushed up, got ready. Called my manager & told that I got stuck in traffic jam and postponed the meeting to 10am.
I took Achala to her school. I felt somehow entering the school, ‘cos it’s the 2nd time, I am entering her school. In fact 1st time. I once dropped her outside her school gate. The school had a big playground, Small Park with all kids playing equipments. Some stalls were put up. So many kids with their fathers moved around here & there. Suddenly I felt some one touching my hand
‘Are you achala’s daddy?’ – A small kid asked. She had curly hair and bubbly smile.
‘Yes,,,My Daddy..…’ – Achala responded in an excited tone. And some kids ran towards me and Achala started introducing everyone.
‘Daddy! this is Rohit, this is zakir, Anis, Sylvia, Divya..’ – I told hello to everyone.
‘Daddy, Daddy, Zakir is my best friend.’ – I smiled at that cute blue eyed boy.
‘Uncle, Acchu told that you have so much work and you won’t be able to come. She told she won’t come in today. You don’t have work Uncle?’ – Zakir asked me.
I suddenly felt very bad on how my daughter has understood me. ‘No Zakir, I don’t have work’
‘Daddy, they are calling for the games. ‘ . Zakir ran to his father and waved his hands at me & achala. I took achala by hand and walked towards the stage. They were announcing the 1st game. Fathers will be given a sheet containing questions about their kids. Fathers have to fill about their kids which will be verified with the kids response.
Achala was all excited about the game and she was all set to go. But I felt shivers. I looked at my daughter. Suddenly, I felt very far from her, and the reality hit me, that I don’t know anything about my very own daughter. I blurted out ‘Acchu..we will attend the next game..This one ..’ She gave me a deep stare. I thought she is going to cry or shout or do something. But instead she pulled out a small paper from her jeans pocket and gave it to me. Completely baffled, I opened the sheet.
My name is Achala. My birthday March 21st. I am 7yrs old. I like butterfly. Superman. Dairy milk. painting. dancing. I am in 1st standard A section. I like Dora. Mango. Apple. Fried rice. Jelly. I don’t like banana. I drink boost.. I like yellow color. My nick name is ‘Honey dew’
And the list went on with small, small spelling mistakes. I looked at Acchu. ‘Daddy, read it, I know they will keep this game. So I wrote it 2 days back itself, to give you if you come. If they ask anything about me, write there. Ok Now go & attend the game’. Most of the things, my daughter has written & gave me, I never knew anything about it. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I went to the stage waved my hand to Acchu and got the question sheet. Since Acchu gave the sheet, I came to know about her & I answered almost all the questions. Then they asked Acchu on stage and asked the questions to her. We got the 2nd highest mark in that game. Acchu came running towards me and hugged me. They gave a ‘toy guitar’. Everyone congratulated us. Thou’ I won that game, I felt like a loser. I know, I don’t deserve this. I don’t know anything about my daughter.
She looked very happy showing that guitar to her best friend, zakir . What a kid she is. Understanding that her dad is totally hopeless and don’t want to let her dad down, before others she prepared that sheet and gave to me. The lump in my throat started getting bigger and my heart became heavy. I caressed her hair. What a beautiful smile she has and such big eyes. Does she miss a wing to get qualified as an angel? I have never admired my daughter or even watched her in all these years. She has that cute dimple of Meera’s as well as her eyes. Does that curling lip edges when she smiles, is mine? How I missed all this in my life.
Achala pulled me to the stalls there and I got some eatables and ballons for her and zakir.. She kept talking about the next game and suddenly my mobile rang. Oops!! Is it already 10am. I looked at Acchu . Suddenly her face became dark. She looked totally upset and asked in an low voice ‘Daddy! You have to leave now?’
I looked at my mobile. My manager was calling. It’s already 10am. I looked at Acchu. I looked around. All those happy kids with their fathers. I thought about my school days, where my dad used to come for all sports day, annual day, sit with me, cheer me up. Every day morning, while dropping me to school, he will wait near the gate until my head disappear. Evening, he will come & pick me up in his cycle, and I will be telling him all the stories that happened that day in school.
I saw Acchu. How many untold stories my daughter has kept in her heart to say me? I thought about all those days, where I yearned for a girl child and I wonder, how much of my time I gave her.
I pulled her closer, gave a kiss on her fore head ‘No Honey! I am not going. I will be here only…we will attend all games and roam around whole day.ok?’
‘Really?’ – She asked in an unbelievable tone.
‘Yes sweetz’
‘Thank you Daddy!’– Achala kissed my cheeks and ran to her friends. School teaches you something or the other always. This time, ‘back to school’ has taught me a wonderful life’s lesson. I called my
manager & told that am running high fever and can’t come in today. I know, I can handle things tomorrow. Today my daughter needs me more than anyone can need me in this world. With a lighter heart, I got up; ran towards Acchu, lifted her and gave her a big swing. She erupted into an uncontrollable laughter. The lump in my throat started melting away.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Life
Design your path with confidence, determination, smart work, self-realisation to reach the sky.. Sky will be the limit when your path is designed in such a way... Never let meaningless concern, compassion which will pull you down...
Possessive
Have yo people like a hand to have it closed and secured.. Never make yourself vast ti keep on increasing people thereby worries.. Pay utmost attention to the words of one you believe and love,,, Analyse on it well before taking a decision and achieve in your living dreams..
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