This is one of the most special posts for me. As I proceed with it, I am completely overwhelmed with happiness and gratitude for my loving parents. What completely amazes me, is the selflessness of their love and how my dreams became their goal. As I recollect every small thing they've done for me, I am convinced that there are a million more which I've overlooked! I may never be able to describe their sacrifices in words but this is my earnest attempt to thank Pa and Ma.
Scene 1: (year 1994)
P&M : Could you please let her play with you guys? She's too shy to ask!
Bullies : Definitely! <looks at me> Join us!
Moi : <all smiles> Thanks!
20 mins later
M : I still haven't got a chance. Can I serve?
B : Is it? Well, you'll get your turn.
Another 20 mins pass by.
By some mysterious way, the ball evades me every damn time!
Moi : <Alright. This is humiliating! I don't wanna be an audience on the court! Wait! I can't go back home. What will I tell Pa and Ma>
I quietly make an exit to our terrace. The only place I knew, where my sobs would be unheard.
10 mins later.
P&M : What happened dear? Shouldn't you be downstairs playing with the kids?
Moi : I can't! They won't let me. That throw ball isn't mine. Nor is the court. I am never playing again.
In no time, I was a proud owner of a kick-ass throwball, which was hardly used in years to come! But what the heck.. Yeaaaa!! I had my own throwball. I didn't get my own court. But I had my own throwball! I was cool!
Years have passed by since this incident. There was a cornucopia of things - chocolates to cakes, samosas to lavish dinners, school uniform to my first pair of formals, cycle to car - I got them all. Some after a fight and many without even asking!
I was their little princess then. I am their warrior princess now! Nevertheless a princess. Being the only child, I had the word "pamper" being redefined for me.
I have always been a night watchman. So waking up early is like going to concentration camps! Especially when one of my receptor organs is out of order (which still persists, as I don't recognize the alarm sound till date!) So I leave my last minute exam preparation to reader's imagination! Now that I've established how waking up early doesn't suit my needs, I am filled with guilt for all the lost sleep Ma had to suffer coz of moi! As if waking up is not a big task in itself, waking up a sleeping giant can scar you for life! And scar them, I did, with all my short comings.
I know for a fact that I am neither the first not the last child to think this way. We all know this deep in our hearts. We all realize how indebted yet unbelievably lucky we are, to have someone love us so selflessly. I am sure you remember their obvious presence in all parent teacher meetings, annual day functions and every special occasion of yours, while you were growing up. Now that you are all grown up, have you ever given a thought as to how to make a special day out of any normal day, for them?
Ma just walked into my room while I was writing this post. I couldn't get myself to show the post to her. I just realized that as expressive we are, we hardly emote in front of our parents. In my lifetime, I would've showered a million "I love you"'s to my fav people, but the number of times I've said the same to my parents can be counted on my finger tips! I always think, there's no need to explicitly display love, they know it! Then shouldn't that hold good for others as well? Sometimes it is very vital that you state the obvious. The gleam in their old eyes is absolutely priceless.
Ma said she was bored. I've locked myself in my room since morning. I pretty much have useless weekdays. Come back home from a place I hate going to and again lock myself in my room. Weekends are for me exclusively. I don't like sharing my time. That leaves my parents with almost zero time from me! Again I am upsurged by guilt. While I was growing up, there was never a time when I received no attention. From feeding me meals to listening to my non stop mouth-running, they've always been there!
As you read this post, I am sure it would strike a chord. For as I said earlier, even though there are a lot of mistakes to commit, all of us end up committing the same ones time and again, this being one of them. It's time to acknowledge your parents, for all that they've done. Their love, anger, never ending support and care is what makes you, whatever you are today. They've spent the prime of their life chasing your dreams with you, never giving up on you, making sacrifices which you probably do not even know off, skipping their special dinners to fund your classes, work overtime to meet your desires - the list is just too long. Acknowledge the love before its too late, for this is the purest form of love one can ever receive.
I've been thinking of writing this post for quite sometime now. The idea was encountered when Pa was dropping me off to the bus stop. It's kinda strange, in a nice way though, that two decades back Pa would drop me to my school, carrying me in his arms! Guess something's in life never change!
Scene 1: (year 1994)
P&M : Could you please let her play with you guys? She's too shy to ask!
Bullies : Definitely! <looks at me> Join us!
Moi : <all smiles> Thanks!
20 mins later
M : I still haven't got a chance. Can I serve?
B : Is it? Well, you'll get your turn.
Another 20 mins pass by.
By some mysterious way, the ball evades me every damn time!
Moi : <Alright. This is humiliating! I don't wanna be an audience on the court! Wait! I can't go back home. What will I tell Pa and Ma>
I quietly make an exit to our terrace. The only place I knew, where my sobs would be unheard.
10 mins later.
P&M : What happened dear? Shouldn't you be downstairs playing with the kids?
Moi : I can't! They won't let me. That throw ball isn't mine. Nor is the court. I am never playing again.
In no time, I was a proud owner of a kick-ass throwball, which was hardly used in years to come! But what the heck.. Yeaaaa!! I had my own throwball. I didn't get my own court. But I had my own throwball! I was cool!
Years have passed by since this incident. There was a cornucopia of things - chocolates to cakes, samosas to lavish dinners, school uniform to my first pair of formals, cycle to car - I got them all. Some after a fight and many without even asking!
I was their little princess then. I am their warrior princess now! Nevertheless a princess. Being the only child, I had the word "pamper" being redefined for me.
I have always been a night watchman. So waking up early is like going to concentration camps! Especially when one of my receptor organs is out of order (which still persists, as I don't recognize the alarm sound till date!) So I leave my last minute exam preparation to reader's imagination! Now that I've established how waking up early doesn't suit my needs, I am filled with guilt for all the lost sleep Ma had to suffer coz of moi! As if waking up is not a big task in itself, waking up a sleeping giant can scar you for life! And scar them, I did, with all my short comings.
I know for a fact that I am neither the first not the last child to think this way. We all know this deep in our hearts. We all realize how indebted yet unbelievably lucky we are, to have someone love us so selflessly. I am sure you remember their obvious presence in all parent teacher meetings, annual day functions and every special occasion of yours, while you were growing up. Now that you are all grown up, have you ever given a thought as to how to make a special day out of any normal day, for them?
Ma just walked into my room while I was writing this post. I couldn't get myself to show the post to her. I just realized that as expressive we are, we hardly emote in front of our parents. In my lifetime, I would've showered a million "I love you"'s to my fav people, but the number of times I've said the same to my parents can be counted on my finger tips! I always think, there's no need to explicitly display love, they know it! Then shouldn't that hold good for others as well? Sometimes it is very vital that you state the obvious. The gleam in their old eyes is absolutely priceless.
Ma said she was bored. I've locked myself in my room since morning. I pretty much have useless weekdays. Come back home from a place I hate going to and again lock myself in my room. Weekends are for me exclusively. I don't like sharing my time. That leaves my parents with almost zero time from me! Again I am upsurged by guilt. While I was growing up, there was never a time when I received no attention. From feeding me meals to listening to my non stop mouth-running, they've always been there!
As you read this post, I am sure it would strike a chord. For as I said earlier, even though there are a lot of mistakes to commit, all of us end up committing the same ones time and again, this being one of them. It's time to acknowledge your parents, for all that they've done. Their love, anger, never ending support and care is what makes you, whatever you are today. They've spent the prime of their life chasing your dreams with you, never giving up on you, making sacrifices which you probably do not even know off, skipping their special dinners to fund your classes, work overtime to meet your desires - the list is just too long. Acknowledge the love before its too late, for this is the purest form of love one can ever receive.
I've been thinking of writing this post for quite sometime now. The idea was encountered when Pa was dropping me off to the bus stop. It's kinda strange, in a nice way though, that two decades back Pa would drop me to my school, carrying me in his arms! Guess something's in life never change!
This one is just brilliant. M not finding words to express...simply speechless.
ReplyDeleteI liked dis one a lott subha..itz very true that how much pain our ma n pa have gone thru bringing us up...dis article of urs makes me to the nostalgic and brings me to the days my father use to tie my shoe laces.. i still have gotta tears in my eyes..i was remembering him today a lott n read ur post..i juz loved it sweety :)
ReplyDeleteAwesome!.. :)
ReplyDeleteKiran J