Friday, May 14, 2010


Few things on earth cannot be felt unless we actually are at that POSITION... being a "Father" is something like that...Mothers always flow out all the love she has in every Way she can but fathers are the ones who loves children still keeps it all in... my Father is one of that kind... who has always Loved me sooo much still not once he has told me that...
In my childhood i used to wonder why my Pappa is not like other fathers of my friends (ask for something, n its in the hands ready)... He used to be a mystery for me then,, One of the un breakable quest for me was " Y not fulfill my demands at
We had to pay monthly fees during my schooling n every month i had to ask my father for my fees... He would never give me when i asked... I used to force him to give and he would firmly refuse to give... Then i would start crying for my fees n atlast after a long long time ,me forcing him n asking him a lot n lot ,he would give me the fees amount... I used to think "Whats wrong? I asked my fees only right? What if he give me at first? If i wont ask my father then whom should i ask? Why does he always refuse to give me?" I would think a bit n then leave it off... Each time for everything i wanted i had to plead him a lot to give me... and atlast he would give me... I was a small girl then .. Many questions would roar at that moment , later it would disappear... I never understood what was my pappa always upto...
Now i am quite grown up n i have the Wisdom to think about what pappa used to do and i have answers for all those questions i had... My pappa dont tell me why he used to do that with me... He was a clever man ,,,He knew, even though his
children wont understand why he did so, whatever his purpose was will be fulfilled... and it happened.... Today i know the
value of money and how difficult is it to get it, its not easily reachable , i dont simply waste money today and i apply it with
everything i have... Anything we have should be valued n kept... and my Pappa taught me this... today if i ask him for anything.... He gives it... coz he knows its time to give me the responsibility to take care of things...
He never bothered what if i dislike him for his behaviour, he never thought to be sweet and nice.. he took the pain of hurting me... to teach me, mend me... and make me what I am today...
There might be many like my Pappa who are doing lots and lots of sacrifice for their children, my salute for all such fathers but out of all of them i feel my Pappa is the sweetest who EVEN TODAY says nothing still Loves me the most...
Thats why my PAPPA is the Best... :)

Sunday, May 9, 2010


We r brought up very soft n delicate... At every step our parents safeguard us with all comforts... One day i saw something
that violated the statement...My mamma is one of the most most caring mamma, she has brought me up so smoothly that even a pillow can hurt me... One
day me n mamma wer on an outing n she had stopped at a shop to buy something ,i was standing out looking at a doll n then i
saw someone very short comming towards me with a big round hat (dats wat i could feel as the person was comming from my
right...) i turned n to my great surprise it was a small girl holding a pot of water on her head, with a bag of vegetables hanged
to her shoulders, her brown skirt half wet... i was stunn... what was she up to, so much of strength? she looked at me n i could
do nothing other than smiling at her, she blushed n smiled. she slowed down as her destination(home) was getting nearer which
was next to me... she wanted to spend more time smiling with me.... i felt happy n wanted to speak to her but what to speak to
someone so great... felt i am not worth it... after sometime her mamma who was selling flowers next to the gate asked her to
get in n cook food n she said "yes" , (that moment i thought of all the moments i said "no" to mamma when she asked me to do
something)... my mamma came n i left the place with her sweet smiling face imprinted in my heart, n that girl still smiling till i dissapeared
from her sight... (secret:all the way back home, i was feeling like hugging mamma tight... still controlled myself n sat silently
thinking about her)
Many a times we ignore to see the different kind of lives people are living around whom we are supposed to salute...that girl was such a superb personality being so tiny she has taken up the task of getting water to home n she has to cook may
be as her mom works ,she would be doing all the household work alone... her will power , her confidence in doing that... n best
of all she doesnt even know her greatness... she blushed in shy for a girl who smiled at her feeling happy for that...situations in
life takes off the deciding power from a person... she had no options n she had to do it,what was told to her .If she wished to
or not, nobody bothers... still she is happy for little things that pass though her routine.... so was a sweet golden girl i saw , may b at every part there are lot of golden people like her who doesnt know their worth ...
atleast lets be grateful for all that we r blessed n not finding the flaws ,,, live happily for such a beautiful life that god has made only for us... :)
only for us...

Friday, May 7, 2010


I always disliked the typical metro kind of life... my heart always used to beat for plants, trees,birds , animals n more of nature, like glaciers , mountains,greenary...i never understood how ppl wished for a life in blore... wich i never wanted but as we all know life always takes us exactly wer we dnt wish for... i had to come to blore for my degree course, n my college was in the HOSUR ROAD popularly known for its traffic jam... n as i wanted to avoid travelling in bus i had to stay in the same area n i had joined for a PG right by the side of the main road... its such a area full of vehicles,smoke, noise , crowd, ppl walking all over n if u look at the sky wishing to see some stars all u can see is tall standing IT companies n dark clouds of smoke...i knew my life was in mess n i cudnt imagine hw badly i wud b going to suffer from that day... i sat out of my room which was in 2nd floor staring at the vehicles filled road thinking about all these... i had come just one day b4 my classes started... huh... i slept with a heavy heart...
next day mrng i woke up, as it was first day ,at first felt like crying... n den i got up... opened window got disappointed as i cud'nt feel any fresh air or see any tree but the road full of ppl each one hurrying up not caring about others was time to get ready nw...i said to my self "i ll not go to college today, pakka from tomorrow..." n i decieded on it firmly.
huh.... i got ready took my bag n left for college...its always that my studious ming never let me do such things though i deciede...i was scared a bit... first day.. ragging, classmates, that too blore ppl... they hardly care for emotions.... someone so idiotic like me,,,, can i survive here? suddenly i stoped.. n i turned by my side in the road as i walked... n i saw something that i had never thought of.... a person i dnt knw from wer he droped there was guiding a group of small ducklings in the service road of hosur main road... those small ones soooooooo cute... my mind blew away... i was surprised to see that there, i was so happy... they wer walking along with me n as i reached college i forgot all fear n to my great luck i could see nobody there, no gangs of seniors , no staring, no ragging,... i went to my class n i felt bit strange still i was comfortable...
begining in metro wasnt that bad too... there wer lot of sweet n cute things left in blore to happen with me n that was just a beginning... i thought to myself as i smiled...