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Saturday 29 December 2012

"Childlike" Days

I was born into a joint family where 

Joy was shared, sorrow was shared, people were shared.....

While the joy and sorrow i am talking about was a routine thing but the people which are shared holds significance here. It has been long time since we left ancestral house, there are fresh blooming moments alive deep in my grey matter. Thinking about those times, i am amused at the level of patience, tolerance, care and love each member holds for every other. 

Presence of many elderly members taught us to stand every time any of them enters our rooms. "Namaste" with joined hands was the only way to welcome guests and being kids this was always skipped by us thinking that people will forget this by the time visitor leave. Our assumptions used to shattered as soon as gates were closed after bidding good bye. Me and sis used to stand like accused, making no eye contact with grand parents, listening to all the curses made to our "careless attitude", "english medium education" and definitely to some more other factors which i don't remember now.  

Every time a new thing was bought for kitchen, wardrobe even for the bathrooms it was showed to my grand parents with every minute details as to why it was required, how and when it was purchased. Mamma used to wake up the moment she used to hear her MIL getting active in morning. Every festivity used to be grand and our "Baccha party" used to run around the whole premises telling everyone about what all is happening at the other place.

Kids held less importance (as compared to a single child is pampered in nuclear families) and mothers wished to send us out while doing their household chores, infact who needed them when the only thing they would have suggested is to STUDY. Guests, In Laws, cooking, cleaning used to top their priority lists. Acquiring bed at 9 was a habit and that was the only time we were shown affection and care and we too responded with enthusiasm about every activity we did.

My grandma somehow did not liked me watching TV and hence entertainment was limited to watching mythology. ("Jai Hanuman", "Shree Krishna" are few of those) While me and sis always schemed for watching chitrahaar by any means. 

December used to be the most merry making time when our cousins used to visit. Gang used to expand, reach redefined, fresh faces (blossoming with the joy of overcoming HALF-YEARLY), new games used to be introduced, food breaks were frequent when all of us used to have it in 1 plate sitting in circular arrangement.

Coming down at the memory lane, i now find this experience missing from my system (surroundings, thought process, attitude and beliefs). Touch of rough guiding hands is lost, harsh voices to make me scare is no more alive, restricting minds are buried somewhere and to speak the truth i enjoyed every moment of being free from all these shackles, every time i broke any of their rules i celebrated my success. 

Perhaps the effect and values built in me during those days of peaceful co-existence is yet to be discovered.....

Friday 21 December 2012

Nation apologize...

I am not sure of as to i should write this or not but thoughts are brimming, waiting to be inked. Every time we hear something ugly and cruel, every dining table, public transport, coffee shop (not to forget "Parliament") are full of people  
  
talking, cursing, vowing.....

Every time the next happening turns out to be more brutal, more ghastly proving the above three things (the only things we can do, or rather choose to do) useless. Committees, speedy trials, big promises are always made to console victim and their families. Pain and suffering is advertised in intense and profound words entailing every detail of what has been done and how has been done.


 "Bold and highlighted " stories attracts attention of the nation till any match is played, elections are held, movie ranks top on chart buster....


The sufferer fight themselves, accused either goes on a holiday or stay sealed waiting for any of the above mentioned event to happen, While families rehearse with the answers suggested by our system.

I owe my apology together with the nation to every one who has suffered for providing such beastly creatures all around them who in the search of pleasure or suppressing their own mental deformities do such unacceptable acts. I apologize for being a part of the crowd who choose to be "just speakers" inside our protected spaces...I apologize for ending my role at just a click...I apologize for making your suffering a "move on" accident

Monday 17 December 2012

Bloom & Gloom


Sometimes we bloom…
when a caring touch heals
flowers smiles while butterflies steals
dews reflects early rays
and welcome the days 

while sometimes are gloom…
when we bear
shed our tears…
when small appears tuff
and we just cant wait enough

scenes change and so do we
Life happens amongst it…