Saturday, June 18, 2011

Happy Father's Day...



When I think of Father's Day, I go down the memory lane. Across that lane, I meet a father who used to sing " I Am A Teapot...." at 0200 hrs on his mobile sitting at his workplace. 

Why would he do that? 

That's coz his cherubic son used to listen to this song while the Forty Winks Fairy slowly embraced him in her arms.

Across that lane, I meet a father ( and a mother) who would recite the names of the plants in the garden to their son, while tending those greens. They felt extremely proud when the baby boy recognized "Portulaca" as " Lucu Lucu Laca".

Across that lane, I meet a father ( and a mother) who experienced the luxury of sitting in "Lamborghini" and "BMW" when their cherub called out to his favourite "Bong-Gaadi" and "Car W" respectively.

Across that lane,I meet a father ( and a mother) who would not care two hoots about the on going movie, when their son suddenly fell ill in the multiplex and puked.

I come face to face with a lot of fond memories as I walk down that memory lane.

I apologize to all the doting Mothers out there for not writing on Mother's day about the love and bonding a mother shares with her child.. But I am making up for it by writing on this Father's Day.

Dear Raghu!! This one's for you!!

A very Happy Father's Day to one of the sweetest Fathers I have known...Dhairya is so lucky to have Yamini and you in his life...

God Bless You All......

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Disoriented...



Its slowly creeping upon me. I woke up in the morning with a start and for a second didn't know where I was. The alarm tone of my BB rose me from my slumber. It rings at the very same time every morning, yet I felt like asking-  "What time is it"? 

I woke up in the same bed, on the same side where I've been sleeping for the last 3 years. Yet, I felt like asking- "Whose bed is it"?

Once my eyes opened, I failed to remember that I had already left behind my Monday morning blues and a new Tuesday was awaiting me. I felt like asking - "What day is it today"?

At my workplace, while I was wading through the tasks waiting for me in galore, I failed to place names on to several new faces. I felt like asking- "Who are they"?

Sitting behind the wheels, as I think about the day gone by, I skipped the usual turn I take at India Gate. I swore - "Where the **** am I"?

It seems to me that "Disorientation" had a field day. It found an easy prey in me and feasted upon me the whole day.

Yes....I am disoriented....

Friday, June 3, 2011

Of Pigtails & Chubby Cheeks...


When we tread down the memory lane, flashes from the past walk by. They bring a smile (well most of them I guess), and make us think - Oh! I so wish those days could come by.

One such memory is that of-

Pigtails and Chubby Cheeks.
Lets call them P&CC.

So, P&CC have more or less been an inseparable part of our childhood. The silky soft tendrils that curl at the end.... the soft curve of that teeny weenie cheek....

Every P&CC has a story to tell.

The Five Pigtails

It tells the story of a mother -daughter. They used to have a ball of a time while mommy dearest pigtailed her daughter's tender strands. It tells the story of a concerned mother, who didn’t want her child to feel the simmering heat of summers and thus she ensured that the strands were securely tied away.

The Chutney Bath

It tells the story of a baby's soft n fluffy cheeks, way before the Johnson & Johnsons of the world were discovered. The magical potion of butterfat and raw milk did the wonders. As a kid, my brother used to call it the “Chutney Bath” and would look forward to the extra attention that Ma gave.

The Disheveled Pigtails

It tells the story of mischievous siblings. Brother bear troubles the baby sister and as they play, fight, twist or turn, the pigtails become disheveled. Is any body bothered by that? Nah….it just goes unnoticed in all the playful mayhem.

The Chubby Cheeks

It tells the story of the cutest and the softest cheeks that got kissed…pinched…and caressed innumerable times. Someone wanted to bite them gently while someone sighed – “ I wish I had soft cheeks like those….”. This moment used to be a proud moment for mommy-daddy duo. Their darling baby had arrived….really arrived….

The Colorful Pigtails

It tells the story of a starry eyed mother who dotes on her babies and loves to dress ‘em up. She cannot stop herself from buying pretty hair accessories and adorn them on her child’s beautiful strands. With each strawberry clip, each colored bead, each pearly hair band that she ties….her smile widens. “My baby cutest!!” is all she can think.

I could go on and on but these stories won’t end. These stories or rather memories would always stay in our hearts and even help us get through not so good times.

I still remember, every time I would step out to take an exam, my mother dearest would always tell me-

“If you feel stressed out, black out coz you don’t know the answer or you think that the time is ticking too fast……Take a deep breath and think of the cutest baby you have ever come across. Think of its kissable cheeks and crazy pigtails (aka P&CC). The memory will bring a smile and the smile in turn would bring back the courage to face the test. Go out and do your best”.

Tara dearest!! Here I want to tell you that whenever the going gets tough…it is your pigtails & chubby cheeks that I think about. It is you who make me smile during my dark hours.

And I thank you for that.

(PS) – dedicated to Tara, daughter of a very dear family friend. She is the most beautiful child, I have ever come across. In fact her pigtails and mine are absolutely alike.