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Ignorant Love
Category: It’s All About Life
What about Monday Blues Today?
The Plain Janes
Never underestimate
the plain Janes
Some of them are miraculous
Others are meticulous.
But for sure,
they are not ridiculous
And all of them are real,
not fake even an inch
Some of them are real and raw
like the unpolished diamonds
But diamonds are diamonds
Solid, Real and Intriguing
and others are pristine and true
like dark woods or
unfathomable seas
Deep, awesome and curious.
But for sure,
they are not phony,
no, not even an inch.
So,
don’t misunderstand the plain Janes.
The Rain
The gentle pearl-grey wind entangled my hair a little more
The sparkling moonlit raindrops drenched me and my soul to the core
That ecstatic moment on a sandy shore
I love, I cherish and really adore.
I loved the aroma and loved the touch
The sand melted under my feet as such
But I felt peaceful inside and outside
That beautiful night I really adore
When I walked with him in rain on that sandy shore.
The Scary Mirror . . .
We fear what we hear
We cringe and try to disappear
We fear, What we see in the mirror
The scary lousy (un)truthful mirror
Prisoners of our own reflection
We fear the rejection
Why?
She did it
You did it
Even I did it
Why?
You are FAT like a filthy pig
You are THIN like a stingy pin
You are FRECKLED like a dirty frog
You are PLAIN like a useless board
You are BLACK like a sweaty buffalo
You are BROWN like a clumsy gruffalo
And You, You are WHITE like a soggy marshmallow
Abusing, blaming and needless naming –
this is what if not body-shaming?
A thought-provoking article on body shaming:
https://magdalene.co/news-2045-mirror-mirror-on-the-wall-the-perennial-problem-of-body-shaming-.html
A Mother Never Dies
A Mother Never Dies
She only leaves the mortal body
to go to the heavenly abode
She only shifts from here to there
But it is true that a mother never dies …
You have seen the pyre
You have felt the numb coldness
You have done the rituals
You have heard the puraan
But it is true that a mother never dies …
Because the next day you wake up
You go to her room as all the other days
You see the empty bed, then you look at her photo on the wall
Her smile in the photo makes you smile
As it is true that a mother never dies …
Because after a few days while cleaning a shelf
You find a letter she wrote much ago to ask “Are you fine?”
You mumbles gently, “Ya, I am doing fine”
You heave a deep sigh, clutches the letter tight and smile
As it is true that a mother never dies …
Because after a few months while rummaging an old drawer
You find the red bangles she gave you on your first Karvachauth
You sit there for a while caressing those memories in your hand
You wear those bangles once again and smile
As it is true that a mother never dies …
Because after a few years while resetting an old cupboard
You find your first silk saree that she bought for you
You admire that saree once again and wrap it around you
You get lost in the memory lane and smile
As it is true that a mother never dies …
Because after a few decades while visiting your daughter’s house
Your daughter looks at you lovingly
Hugs you tightly and whispers in your ears
“Mamma, you resemble grandmaa so much!”
Her words make you smile
As it is true a mother never dies …
Moreover …
Many times when life becomes tough
And treats you rough
You can’t take it anymore and cry
Sad and shattered, you look at the night sky
A star shines on you, and twinkles a lil more
In those moments you are sure
That it is true …
A mother never dies …
P.S. – For all who lost their mother.
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The Magical Fidget Spinner
My seven years old daughter sulked for many days and (as usual) the reason of her grief and pain was — I, her Mom. According to her though I am a good Mom yet many times I am unable to understand her feelings. One more complaint she has about me is: I don’t try hard to make her happy rather I tell her ‘No’ very often. OMG! Such a cruel MOM I AM!
When she talks like this I pretend to look serious while trying not to laugh. On occasions like these, sometimes I think how my mom would have reacted if I had dared to talk to her like my daughter talks to me (however, I never delve deep in this particular thought as I know PARENTING is a lot different NOW).
Anyhow, coming back to the misery of my daughter, she was sad because she wanted to buy this new toy called Fidget Spinner in the market and I had strictly told her ‘No’. The moment I told her ‘no’ she gave me a disgusting look and told me that I had broken her little heart once again. And then she played the ace that every other kid had a fidget spinner in her class and she was the only one who did not have because she had got a mean mother. She started crying her heart out and being a mother I melted. I thought how I could deny my only child such a simple pleasure worth only of a few bucks. {O.K. I know the theory of Vitamin ‘N’ (here N is for NO) and I have watched the video also in which an experienced child-psychologist is telling to give a lot of Vitamin N to kids}
I confess that as a mother I am little shrewd and immensely positive, so I decided to use this marvelous opportunity to my own benefit. I knew that my daughter was ready to do everything and anything to get the fidget spinner. I played the centuries-old trick with her, and promised her to buy the fidget spinner for her but … only if … she behaved properly for the next two weeks. (I know I am clever 🙂 )
And then started my golden period as a mother. All of a sudden my naughty daughter transformed into the most obedient kid on planet Earth. She started listening to my instructions in one go and I felt relieved to know that she was not hard of hearing. She did her home-work on her own without any reminders or my help and I was delighted to realize that she was not a slow learner. She also told me to give her a lot of greens in her lunch box as she wanted to be healthy and active. Suddenly it occurred to her that watching too much iPad could harm her eyes.
Finally, two weeks passed. As I promised to her, she got her fidget spinner as the reward of her good behaviour. Her delight was ecstatic. She hugged me and thanked me in choking voice. There were tears of happiness in my eyes too.
The next week was euphoric. My daughter was inseparable from her Fidget Spinner. Sitting there, looking at my daughter and the spinning fidget spinner in her hand, I felt amazed at my conflict-resolution capabilities and the bliss of the WIN-WIN situation. I felt happy thinking about our superb mother-daughter bonding. I was about to heave a big sigh of relief when I realized that I had already told her fourth time in a row to leave her fidget spinner and iPad (last two hours she was watching You Tube to learn new tricks with fidget spinner) and come to the dinner table but she did not budge even an inch. I also reminded her once again that her home-work was still pending and she was to submit it the next day.
Next moment I found my daughter staring at me with a twinkle in her eyes and a smile on her lips. The sigh of relief changed to an instinctive warning. Quickly, my daughter got up from the couch and went to her room telling me that she did not want to eat the boring dinner of spinach-corn sandwich and mushroom soup.
(Yup …. Make Believe Is Over)
I suddenly realized the bewitching magical power of the fidget spinner but I was unable to decide that the spell it cast was on me or on my daughter. My head was spinning and body was fidgeting; And the only thought on my mind was: Who Spinned Whom?
Elegy to Srinivas
Elegy to Srinivas
He went to the Promised Land, he thought he was wise and skilled
What was so wrong in that, that he got killed?
AMERICA is a land of opportunities, he was told early in his age
He never knew that he would be murdered there in fit of a rage.
His wife cried in surprise and pain
What is the motive and what is the gain?
AMERICA: established as the UTOPIA and the Brave New Land
What happened? Where is the Promise? When it turned so ugly and bad?
His mother must have cursed the day, when she packed his bags
Crisp shirts and jeans in neat rows, And in one corner the home-made snacks
His father wondered while settling his body lovingly and carefully at the pyre,
Is this the end of his life-long wish and desire?
A hate crime and a young man left the world in his prime
A young man brutally slayed by one, while the other tried to save,
I remember what Abraham Lincoln said: ‘for every Scoundrel there is a Hero’
May be there is a need of a superhero before hope become dismal and ZERO
Anyhow I think this should stop
The whimsical disgusting behavior cascading from the TOP.
PS: Srinivas an Indian engineer (32) was killed by a fifty-one year old American, Adam Purinton in a Kansas City bar on 22 Feb, 2017 while another American, Ian Grillot (24) tried to save him.
Baby: A Game Changer
Life changes the moment the news is confirmed that you are going to enter the next stage of life i.e. Parenthood. Your mind becomes a battlefield of opposite thoughts. If you are the gonna-be-mother, then even your body becomes strange to you. You feel happy as well as quirky. The thought that somebody is inside your body and that is not going to stop there as it will soon start moving and kicking inside you scares you. When you are hungry, you can’t eat; when you eat you want to puke. If you are the gonna-be-father you feel even worse. The first thought comes to your mind is: Will you be able to pick up the baby in your arms without hurting it; and uncomfortable, sleepless nights is the other thought that troubles you. As the times passes, you wonder, though you don’t want to, whether your spouse/girlfriend would ever be in the same perfect ten shape again.
Finally the bundle of joy arrives after lots of screaming, bloodshed and anxiety. If I dare to speak the truth: the truth is that for first few days you really don’t know what you should do with this bundle of joy. It’s not that you don’t love your baby but because you feel that your baby is totally unpredictable ( in fact it means that your baby is quite normal). Somehow days become weeks and weeks become months. You don’t even change the page of the calendar on the side table. Sometimes you can’t even see it as its hidden somewhere under the heap of the nappies and diapers. Already as a couple you have had a few serious fights and sweet patch-ups as you know that the new mother is experiencing the postpartam depression (though it is not grave) and the new father, though he is trying to play the Knight in the shining Armour, is entirely clueless what to do.
One evening when the baby is around three months old, the still-new-father hears a loud shriek while he is enjoying his evening snack trying to understand the dialogues spoken by the hero of his favourite action movie (No. He has not become deaf after the child-birth. In fact, the volume of the T V is very low as the baby is sleeping in the other room). He runs to the bedroom thinking that something has happened to the baby; but sees that baby is sleeping and the still-new-mother is standing in front of the mirror staring at her reflection and crying. The still-new-father holds the still-new-mother in his arms tightly and try to console her and tells her that she would get her figure, hair and swollen eyes back to normal again. The wife smiles after a few minutes and they remember the time when they met each other for the first time. They realize that life will not be the same again as it is going to be a more beautiful and thrilling roller-coaster ride with the baby held tightly in their arms right there where the heart beats. They have heard their hearts beating together and now as parents they can hear their hearts singing in unison, wishing ‘the wonder they created together’ a happy life. Suddenly, they come out of their sweet moment as they feel that their is a foul smell lurking in the air and they know that it is time to change the diaper. First they look at each other and then at the baby and laugh loudly (their first laugh together in last one year) and they wonder again at the capabilities of the little Game Changer.
“Child Is the Father of Man”: wrote Wordsworth centuries ago, but it holds true even today as some truths never change.His implications were philosophical. However, even in today’s scenario a baby changes the game of life altogether as it gives new meanings to the life of the parents and teaches the mankind the true meaning of pain, patience and happiness.
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