Happy Mother's Day......to all Mom ...

It’s that time again; time to honor the woman who is responsible for your very existence, your Mom. Moms are our first teachers and set us on a path for our lives. Their day never ends. It goes on for 24 hours, seven days a week and 365 days a year. Even when you weren’t with your mother as a child, she was still responsible for you and your actions, your successes and, to some extent, your failures. Like the song says, you were always on her mind. Even when we are grown we are never far from our mother’s thoughts and prayers.

"This song is dedicated to my lovely mother" :)

My thought for my Mom is, “My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute all of my successes in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her.”

I never had to ask anything from her anytime in my life. My all wishes were used to be already fulfilled before I can ask him for that. Either it has been bicycle or Bike. She has been more excited to buy me bike or say cycle rather than me. I was amazingly lazy to do things and she has to push me thousand times to do things. Now when I think about it how hard must it had been for her to work at office and then also take care of us.

I have fortunate enough not to get the mom scold very often. She used to just say us, “Keep doing what you wanted to do, in the end you have to reach where you wanted to reach not where I wanted you to reach”. It was a brave thing to say, because there is always temptation in the parents to get there dream fulfilled by their child. But I mother never used to think that way. She has given me freedom to choose my career, the way I live my life.

One thing that defines our Indian mom is food of their hand. We never get bored of their handmade food, Achar and also some sweet dishes. Even though my grand mom used to say, “It will be better if I make food rather than your mom”, but then also we always knew she is one of the finest cook. Well feeling the huger by just talking about her food.

Some time I used to wonder how she can do so much with any other help. May be because of that mothers are knows are as a superwomen. The most amazing power in the word, no other can match the love, affection of mother.

This Sunday when mother day arrive, I think all of us should thank out moms to be the best mom. Because of them we are today what we are. And though they will say our success is our biggest price (this is favorite line of grandmother) but don’t miss them to give a hug to tell them how much you love them. I may not give a hug to my mom but defiantly she will be wishing good for me and will be enjoying my mom chat.

P.S.: Even my mom would say happy mother day to his mom, how lucky she is to have her even at this age..Missing my mom...:)

Deepak “Rousa”…Ek kavi, Ek dost

There was a Guy in my class who was so simple that some time I wonder who simple a person can be. He was not special in his looks, he dress up normally and his language was simpler. He was one of those gyus who you will miss out if you don’t interact with him and once you get in touch with him believe me you will not get bored and you will want more for him always. He was “Deepak Rousa” one of my class mate.

I don’t remember when I first met him in the college, also I don’t remember when I first time I noticed in the class. I came into his contact because of Jayant singh one of our close friend. From that point on I am obliged to have such a friend. He has his own qualities which is rare to find. He is poet and a very good one. In today world when everyone is running after the English here you find a guy who loves his language. The first time I heard his poem was in the class was about story of son and his mother. It was a classic story of our Rural India but the only difference is he was showing courage of family in the poem and other we’re seeing the sad part in rural Indian and their inability to do things. The emotions he brings in the poem are rare to find.

His first stage performance was in the farewell of our seniors. And he exceeded our expectation over there. I don’t know who recommended him but his whole part was once of the best and it was beginning of many such performances that we have witnessed in the stage. He was every regular in every event in the college after that.

But those how think his English is not good, you are wrong. He speech in the our debate competition was one the emotional touching description of the rural India and failure of PDS. He will never show how much it means to her everything that he do. You give him any work he will do it with his full dedication. Even he was regular in the class. If you meet him first time you will even never know that he is guzzar, I don’t know it is good or bad thing but you can never judge him with his looks.
He has his friend group where he was more comfortable. He never left them alone in college life. He used to sit the 3 or 4 seat of left hand side. And he made it own because nobody used to sit there. He never bunked class, His assignment was always on time ( And he used to write not copy from somewhere else).

There was a time when I have forgotten about this blog and used to be busy in facebook update only. One day he had a word with me who we can again restart this writing this part. I somehow started writing because of him and it was thing I love most after that.

Few line for Deepak “Rousa”..
“Ek kavi ki talash me na jane hum kaha bhatak gaye,
Who paas khada tha hum door nikal gaye,
Usne ek lambi si awaz di hai kahi se,
Sayad woh ussi ped ke neecha to nahi khada hai,
Jaha hum sham ki chai piya karte the,
Par Woh ped ab kisi aur ka hai aur ab chai b waha nahi h,
Sayad who ab kahi se bula raha hai”

Summer of broken dreams

Somebody was shouting in my ears to get up. “Mamu utho na, please”. It was my niece Mahi, she was getting ready for her school. I was in no mood of getting up so early. Well 7 AM is too early in my dictionary after my school life. Mahi is in the same school in which I did my schooling. So it was all over again visiting those places where my best part of childhood was spent. I decide to drop her in the school.

Well lots of changes have come in the school. It is not the same school in term of structure and also in term of schooling. I could easily recollect the road which I used to travel, the auto, gate, lots and lots of thing which I could not explain here. It took me to memory lane of my school days. My initial years in school life.

It was easy for my family to choose school for me, as my two elder sisters were studying in the same school. I joined the school in the first class. So I never went to use less class called K.G, Nursery and worst prep. I have very few memory left of my first class. Few things I do remember is when we joined our school has only the main building in which all the classes where there. But after few weeks we got our expansion and our first class was divided in two parts, A section and B section. And after that we never saw eye to eye, we were always rivals and still are in terms of classes.

My first ever friend of school life....

In my class few things that clicked with me instantly was I found one friend on my first day of class. His name was Sankalp, Our friendship was simple because her sister and my sister were in same class and they were friend. So it was easy to become friend as we knew lot about each other. We used to sit together in same bench from first class; we used to share lunch box and lots of things. My roll no used to come first and then his, so in exam also we used to sit behind each other. It will be so hard to explain my friendship with him; I could not be done in words. We are still connected but not as great as we used to be, because times we have spend away from each other. He has grown in own man and I am in my own league. But we are still connecter that is important. But right now there are few more important people who come to know me in first class.

The whole Indian Oil group, this was there group name because they used to come from bus which was of Indian Oil. So in our class they were all famous as Indian Oil group. There are very few people who was in the school from the first class they were in the few batch student. Our first Class teacher Mrs. Bhalerao Ma’am, she was the first person who knows how naughty I was in the class and yet I always got saved somehow.

If I could still remember few more things then Awdesh was our first class monitor, he was always class monitor stuff. He used to know what he does. Then there was topper of our class Yogendra, He was more obsessed with topping class every year than anything else. He always came first in initial few years and then we all gave up to come first in the class. We all were fighting to come second in the class.

Talking about Girls, how we can forget about them. There were two best of friends Anandita and Richa. They used to be best of friends. One of best things they did was “Dance”, they used to dance on some song which I could not remember at this time of movement. There was ever laughing Nazmi in the class. If you ever could associate with her, then her laugh was it. She used to start anything with her giggle and also end with the same.

I am missing so many people in this note, brijesh only Indian oil group person who was in our gang, and then there was Lawlesh, Vivek and lots of other. I could not remember all of them at this time. I am still touch with lots of them. I hope this summer is not turning out to be “Summer of broken dreams”…