Thursday, June 21, 2007

What Makes A Mother?

She is the tenderness personified,
She is the patience personalized..

She makes the world bright making your heart enthrall,
She makes everything insight being a pal..

She is the Creator and the Survivor,
She is the Weaver and the Savior,
She does feel a quiver and needs a pamper..

She guides you and moulds you,
She eases you as well teases you,
She is your “MOTHER” she loves you…

A girl, who learns things as she grows, goes out in the world from a family in which no one thought of going further, comes out to be the best...
She goes to a new place; brightens it up... makes it more meaningful...

Then a phase comes when she gets to know that she will be playing a new role... that of a MOTHER.
Here, has to give more than receive. The right thing would be, she learns and expects at not expecting anything. In fact, she's so happy to give that she doesn’t even remember that she also deserves to receive; receive more than what she deserves.
A day dawns when she gets to learn that a new life is coming out of her. Nothing in her life belongs to her; she eats, sleeps, and takes care of herself not for her but for the new life blooming in her.

Enduring pain, she brings her (child) into this world
The moment the child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new

Now the only aspect around which her life revolves is the child’s welfare; making the child’s life meaningful by loving and nurturing the child at all times and seeing to it that she gets the best things in life.

The child grows, receiving love and care from her mother expecting all leisure from her.
Mother's love grows by giving.The mother gives anything and everything possible for her without expecting anything in return.
She lifts the child when it falls; consoles it when the child is down in life
The child’s dream becomes her dreams.
She supports it in all walks of life by guiding her in the path to enlightenment.
The child grows into a beautiful woman; she grows as her mother wanted her to be. They (mother and child) become good friends. They share almost everything.

And suddenly her mother’s life changes; a mishap occurs. Her Mother ignores it. Inside, the mother knows something’s wrong; but she does not want her children to know; until one fine day when they come to know what it has aggravated to – something called Multiple Sclerosis: a no cause, no cure disease...
The mother cant be the same as she used to be… cant be herself anymore… cant do much for herself … tries to get on with life.. Fights life for her children…struggles so that she can endure the pain again… this time so that her child can grow to be a good human being.

She knows that she now can’t do much for them but still tries to stand up thinking that she can still be with her children as always, loving and caring and giving them emotional support.

Time gets tough on her; she’s now living a life she had never thought of; always in pain
Facing this pain is getting difficult, but she knows that her children need her.
Life’s going to get difficult for them without her; and again she tries to endure the pain…
Again she tries fights not knowing what’s destined for her

She sees her children waiting for her to get up. She can’t tolerate the fact that she’s not able to do anything. She knows she has to fight…she tries again…but the time has come…she sees them fading away….she tries to blink…she tries to wake...she attempts one more struggle….maybe her last struggle…..nothing changes…..she’s silent… she ceases to live…………….

The child realizes that everything’s got over and there’s nothing left that she could do. The child feels helpless thinking that she could do nothing for her mother.
She realises how much she has inherited from her mother. In the last few moments her mother taught her how to face life; keep fighting, never lie down and above all learn to be human.

Looking back, she realises that she always had been selfish and mean; receiving and always accepting things without giving the slightest thought to what her mother would have gone through to get it. She had always been demanding be it materialistic or emotional. She always took and never gave.

Now she stands up and looks around and suddenly the thought hits her; she can’t do anything……………
Posted on behalf of my friend


Monday, June 11, 2007


Its 7:30am and I stand here at the bus stop waiting for the office bus to arrive. I stand here at the same spot as I did a few years back waiting for my college bus. Little did I know then that things would change so much in 1 year; the tree under which I was standing seemed to be looking at me and smiling, perhaps the only living thing that stands as a testimony there, watching the transformation of a loud and bubbly person into a quiet professional. I wouldn't blame the professionalism for the change though.

It is destiny, or may be you could call it life. Yes Life, esoteric in the true sense, for one does not understand why you meet hundreds of people everyday, work with so many, and still remain lonely.

I am now in one of the corner seats in the bus, looking out of the window watching people trying to catch up with "life"! It's an hour's journey and the only company that I generally have is the chatter of the RJ. I seldom notice the person sitting next to me, for its going to be yet another stranger or may be you could say another acquaintance. It is annoying at times when the radio is switched off, not because I am cut off from the melody but because I would now be thrust with the thought of the solitary travel ahead. I can't help thinking about the short bus journeys to college, well it's a paradox to call a distance of 40 kms "short", but that is how it always seemed.

A typical college day always begins in the bus with all the familiar faces; you look forward for all your friends to get in from the various stops, the reasonless giggles, the loud laughter that were stifled to avert the eyes of the lecturers and professors who would watch on us as if we were their prospective prey for the day, well as I said it was a different life then.

The pleasant memories of college are in itself good enough to save me from the misery of the bus journey. I notice that it is time for me to get down and flash my smile of acknowledgement to all the known strangers that I see as I walk towards my cubicle. A few of my project mates greet me with their morning wishes and as always, we exchange our pleasantries. Discussions jump to the weekend plans and I wonder what I'd do over the weekend. It would be just another day staring at the mobile, wishing it would ring and bring back some wonderful moments that are now missing in life or maybe the safer option would be to come to office, for it's my new founded asylum these days. A few years back, weekends or weekdays didn't matter to me, I was always busy. I always stood doubting the authenticity of the wall clock that seemed to be in running too fast to perceive its movement. Alas, now it seems as though my clock is suffering from some kind of paralytic attack.

There is a time in life, where one needs to go ahead, leave behind all your friends and carry along only memories. You do make friends, but then you never get back the same old close ones, you do meet people who'd be so good to you that you could tell them anything and everything, but you'd not find
a person, to whom you needn't say things, friends who just know you.

Occasional calls from such friends, has been the only thing that I seem to look forward to, but I cant help but notice the uneasy pause that lingers around the conversation, pause not because of the relationship, but because it is too short a duration to say everything, and of course you cannot completely rule out the paucity of words!

As I sip coffee from the ubiquitous coffee mugs, watching the drops of rain, trickling down the tinted glass panes, veiling the scenic beauty outside, I tell myself, may be there'd be a day when things change, when life offers a rewind, a recap of all the events, and I'd just have to wait.

Capricious are the ways of life, for I know there would be many who'd be able to empathize with me, ironically, even the dear ones that I miss this moment, waiting perhaps. . . .


Friday, June 01, 2007

Bringing dreams to life!!!!!!

Life is dream.

We live it while we see the sun, taking life and dreams as one. And living has taught me this that man dreams the life that is his, until his living is done.

The king dreams he is king, and he lives in the deceit of a king, commanding and governing; all the praise he receives is written in wind, and leaves a little dust on the way
The rich man dreams of riches and the fears his riches breed. The poor man dreams of his need, and all his sorrows and tears, and dreams that he prospers with years, dreams he that feigns and foregoes, dreams he that rails on his foes.
In the world, I see, Man dreams whatever he be; His own dream no one knows.
I too dream and behold that I am bound with chains that these present pains were fortunate ways of old.

What is life? A tale that is told;
What is life? A frenzy extreme,
A shadow of things that seem, and the greatest good is but small,
That all life is a dream to all, and that dreams themselves are a dream.
I believe that you can create your own world. Life is just a big dream, which you can give your own directions. You only have to believe in it!
Life is a dream; sweet, precious and never to be realized because the whole charm of the dream vanishes when it comes true

Life is a rainbow of emotions. You can give more in love when you are not expecting anything back. Love comes to you from unexpected quarters and it sweeps you of your feet.
In life, you come across many souls who are blessed, who are more compassionate than you ever imagined, who even in the prime of their youth are willing to sacrifice everything for love. Trying to learn from them and dream of doing the same for love is a challenge life taught.
Life is a mixture of good times and bad times, happy moments and unhappy moments. The next time you are experiencing one of those bad times or unhappy moments that take you close to your breaking point bend but don't break. Try your best not to let the situation get the best of you. A measure of hope will take you through the unpleasant ordeal. With hope for a better tomorrow or a better situation, things may not be as bad as they seem to be. The unpleasant ordeal may be easier to deal with if the end result is worth having.

If the going gets tough and you are at your breaking point, show resilience. Like the bamboo tree, bend, but don't break. We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers... they see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them, nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light, which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true!

A dreamer is the one who finds his path by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world!
Life is exactly like the dreams we dream everyday, the only difference being that life is 80 years long while dreams are 80 seconds or 80 minutes long
All our life is just a dream.
We're offering you to exchange this dream for the only reality.I don't know...This is a shallow doubt. It will pass away. We offer this only to those who are able to understand.To those closest to understanding the edge between real and virtual. Those who are looking for that edge between the dream and reality, to wake up...
What makes a man a man is not his origin or how he was brought to life but the choices that he makes in LIFE, and not how he starts things but how he decides to end them!!!
To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.
It is the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.
It is the dream afraid of waking that never learns to take a chance.
It is the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.