Monday 14 November 2016

This one's for you...

Dedicated to somebody I love the most

Love is not…
about spending time with each other
But about GROWING together in a relationship

about expensive gifts
But about the precious THANK YOU's for everything

about theYour's and Mine's
But about the OUR's in little things

about holding hands
But about STANDING FIRMLY behind each other during the worst

about showing the love to the world
But about lying in each other’s LAPS in solace




Love is…
about that sensuous kiss
After that UGLY FIGHT

about that baseless fight
For that last piece of CHICKEN WING

about forgiving the other
Even after the ENDLESS WAIT at the station

 about taking the bow
to keep the flame of ETERNAL LOVE alive…

FOREVER

Thursday 10 November 2016

Blurred Lines

Its been more than 20 years, there has never been a single moment when David could ever express his desire for  anything from his father. Whenever he did so, his father would give him a disgruntled look and say, “You have scored very poor this time in maths. How could you even think of that?”

This went on for years and had become an excuse for David’s father to keep him away from all the childhood desires. Intact, there has been many times when David asked his father for dresses or toys but like every time he was returned back with a vague assurance for a great payback. There have been very few instances when David would ultimately get a gift or something as a token of appreciation for his ‘good marks.’ The constant rejection from his father had ultimately put all his expectations under that sheet of dust which had transformed itself into a thick layer of mud. It would not remove now so easily.

David was now a 28 years old man married happily with a wonderful girl. Both of them, had a stupendous relationship with each other. When they used to get out in public no body could imagine thatthey are a married couple. With so many years after his childhood, unfortunately, David still couldn't establish a good relationship with his father.

The father son duo still had a transactional relationship unfortunately and over the years it had blurred. David's only concern was that the relationship should not evolve into a ‘ cease to exist' relationship. After David lost his mother, his father was the one with whom he had a formidable relationship in the family. Eternally, he never wanted to end this only left relationship especially after a year of his mother's death. His father was 58 now. With age, a man not only expects much from his children but sometimes forgets that his interference might become a cause of irritation for the one's living with him.

David had almost stopped communicating with his father now. There hardly used to be any communication between both of them.

“Why do our very own seem like nobody and why do the lines of relationships blur with a close family member like father?” thought David everyday.

May be it is due to the high expectations set by parents or is it a generation gap?


David is in still in quest of the answer and may be one day he will find it.

Tuesday 8 November 2016

The Questionable Identity

Belief is what binds us together, when it comes to religion. From worshipping a stone to tying threads around a banyan tree, there is an eternal belief in each one of us about the existence of a super natural body – GOD. It is this belief, which we carry with us everywhere in the form of red threads tied firmly around the wrists, a loose thread with a tiny metal around the neck and in many other forms in the human anatomy.


From childhood we are taught about deities who are supposed to keep an eye over all our doings and manage this universe. The strange thing is that we never get to see this omnipresent divine power or witness its existence.

Like every other Indian child, I too was taught of worshipping God. Ours is a family which strongly indulged in religion. Infact, I have taken ‘guru naam’ (chants of a particular religious leader) wore a black thread around the neck. I continued to practice it till a certain time. No doubtI grew up to be a staunch believer of God, unless one incident in my life forced to question the identity of God.

We are always eager to know what lies ahead of our life. Bright or gloomy days ahead, a simple or a great career, an astrologer seems to be our life saviour or our guide who shows us what life has in store for us. In our case, it was my mother’s illness that had been disturbing us since the time she was diagnosed with cancer. Worried about her health, we consulted two astrologers (to be precise). Just few months before her death, both of them gave an assuring reply giving an indication of no bad results. No doubt their reply was followed even by an emerald to drive the evil away.

Much to our astonishment, it was just 5 months later when my mother passed away. Her deteriorating health had given us a clear indication that it was her time. There wasn’t an iota of doubt in that. Subsequently, just after a month of her demise, all the divine beliefs had catapulted to a dried vessel which was empty. It seemed as if it was broken by a stone and the water in it had flowed away with a promise of never to return. So, this one incident was enough for me to wash away all my beliefs on the divine power.

From the time immemorial, we are taught about the presence of a certain force called God or Almighty or The Divine Power. We worship them in photo frames, as marble statues, stones and trees. But their existence is a questionable identity to this and the coming generation.

I still have faith in God. No doubt it has reduced since the untimely death of my mother. I just want to know about the truth of his existence and let the world know about it.


P.S. ALL THE VIEWPOINTS EXPRESSED HERE ARE MY PERSONALEXPERIENCES. THERE IS NO INTENTION OF HURTING ANY RELIGIOUS SENTIMENTS.