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Gauri and Sara are the best of friends. It was on the morning of the third sunday of June, when Gauri called up Sara to ensure if she was fine or not. Yes, you guessed it right,if you did, it was ‘Father’s Day’. Both of them pretended to talk as normally as they could, although Gauri knew that Sara wasn’t okay while Sara knew it well why had her friend called up so early in the morning, on this day. They talked as they usually do and hung up in a while, trying to avoid the topic. But the silence spoke well and it was sufficient to convey how Sara felt and her inability to express the pain due to the presence of her mom.

Half an hour later, Gauri’s phone beeped. It was a message from Sara, well anticipated in advance by her. She was dead sure that Sara would leave a text and hence was eagerly waiting for it. She hurriedly opened the message and started reading. The message said, “Father’s presence in one’s life is like Sun. The sun might be hot but once it disappears, it all dark. Similarly a father might be harsh and strict but when he’s gone, life becomes hard and difficult”. She kept numb, her jaws dropped, fingers froze and heart cried as she could feel the pain her friend felt but their was nothing much she or anybody for that matter could do about it. She had just one question in mind, “Why God?, Why do you do so?”

Once she gained senses, she left a reply to call her as soon as it’s possible for her to talk, which she knew she would herself do as from the past many months, this was a routine procedure that they talked when no one was around Sara. That was the only escape route left for her tears. She fought them, she controlled them but in front of her, she rolled them down her cheeks. Only Gauri and Sara’s pillow knew the amount of tears she had shed.

After a short while, Sara called Gauri and made sure she kept free to talk when she called. Gauri picked up the call and asked her to speak her mind and spill whatever inside. Sara kept numb as if she didn’t feel anything and failed to respond. On her insisting so much, all she said was, “Where has Papa gone? Why has he left us alone so early? Doesn’t God know we need him. Mumma needs him. I miss him soooo much, not just today but always, every moment from the day he has left. I wish to hug him once, (at least today), I so wish I could hug him so tight that I wouldn’t have allowed him to go.” And she cried endlessly.

P.S. – I am participating in the ‘#HugYourDad’ activity for Vicks in association with BlogAdda.

“This father’s day, I am expressing my love towards my dad by participating in the #HugYourDad activity at BlogAdda in association with Vicks.”

P.P.S. – I also write this as a ‘Tribute to her father and the bond they shared.’ I write this as a ‘Prayer’ to give her courage to stand against all the odds. I write this to ‘Salute her’ for what she had done save his life. Hats off Girl..!!!


May 2010

It was my father’s twenty-fifth work anniversary. Being very much connected and involved in his work, it was a very big occasion for him. For him, work is worship, now you probably know better, what it meant to him. He planned to throw a grand party on 23rd day of May, 2010 and I had my exams till 19th of May, 2010. So, I wasn’t able to decide on what could be the most apt gift for him. I came home at six in the evening on 19th May and finally I was all free and hence my entire focus was on “What to dedicate (gift) him on this occasion?”. I had just one thing in my mind, it had to be something that he would treasure for an entire lifetime and that meant it couldn’t be any materialistic article, as with time, they turn obsolete and so it had to be something that had a personal touch and symbolic of a daughter’s love and what he meant to me. More so, because I had till then not been so expressive when it came to my dad. That’s the general case with many kids, isn’t it? They open their heart out in front of their Mums and keep calm and shut when exposed to Dads. Does that mean they love their Paa’s any lesser? Definitely, not. They have a special place in the same corner of the heart where mum resides.

Once I came home after the exam was over, the entire evening was spent thinking of ‘that special gift for someone very special’. Finally, I decided I will write something for him. Since, I had never been so expressive in front him, that would have been a surprise big enough for him. Although, he knew well what he meant to his children, but somehow we had never shown that love we felt and respect we did and vice versa also stood true. We knew it well that he loves us equally and that he would never express in front of us or show it to us. That’s how it is.

So, it was around 02:00 AM when I finally could make up my mind to write something. Hell tired and exhausted due to the exams and lack of sleep, my brain seemed to have stopped working. I just closed my eyes, relaxed and imagined my dad, the way he is, time we spent together in order to be able to make a move, at least because I had to complete it that day itself as the next day was my train. I was scheduled to reach to my dad’s place a day before the  function and there would be no time left, once I reach there, so it had to be completed by that night itself.

So, relaxed and composed, I started to write. And here’s an extract of what I wrote –


How do I describe the word,

Not with a pen, nor with a sword.

He is the one who takes all the pain,

Not for his own but for our gain.

Nothing does he desire for himself,

All he does is for other’s sake.

To serve others, he thinks is fate,

For him, to help it’s never too late.

Papa, you are so knowledgeable,

All your teachings are unforgettable.

Your thoughts, your principles, your morals,

The basis that all your decisions encompass,

Are too high for us to understand,

Difficult to reach where you stand.

You are our strength, you are our power,

Divine are the blessings that you shower.

You must be willing to know what was my father’s reaction? He had water-filled eyes, tears rolled down his cheeks, he couldn’t say much, nor could I. He just hugged me tight and said, “May God Bless You..!!!” and so am I blessed, to have him as my dad.

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MAA, a self explanatory word that includes the ‘world’ in it…yes I use the word “MAA” and not Mother even while using english as the mode to communicate because the feelings and emotions the word Maa arouses in me, Mother doesn’t, though it means the same. Nevertheless, this is not a ‘Maa vs Mother’ kinda thing, it is just to write something about the one who is so divine and pure, as no one else can be, about the one who replaces ‘God on Earth’. She is the visible God. Respect Her. Value Her. Treasure Her.

She is the one who carries a baby in her womb for nine long months, goes through a hell lot of pain happily in order to let the civilizations flourish, so that life could exist. For the entire world, even for the child himself/herself, the age is counted from his/her birthday but for a Mother he/she is always nine months older than his/her age. For her, our existence comes into being a lot earlier. She has lived every moment of that period. From then on, her child becomes her priority.
She is the only one who feeds a child even when she is rewarded with a kick on her bosom. She is the one who does all our daily chores better than we ourselves can do, even though we sometimes reward her with harsh words, bitter tone and anger. Dare to do such similar acts with any damn person, how so ever close, you will only get hatred and hurt in return. On the contrary a Mother gives us all the happiness possible in this world, even her own share for that matter. She has to put in a lot of effort, hard work and concern for her child’s upbringing, good education, better health, proper hygiene, the tastiest food, best toys, the most beautiful dress, and everything else her child demands, needs, wants and desires.
She sacrifices the biggest part of her dreams, desires and happiness for the very small-small wishes of her children. She lets forego even the things or dreams which she would have cherished or longed for when she was a girl, or a young lady without expecting anything in return. How can she have such a big heart? A heart for which the smallest wish of her child is more important than the biggest of her dreams. Such sacrifice, immeasurable in any terms or units is highly ignored and taken for-granted. Even then she doesn’t regret or stop making such sacrifices rather continues to do so and makes even bigger ones, if required. HATS OFF to ‘Her’.
Her love knows no bounds. Her concern has no limits. Her unmatched care, the endless support she extends are our real strengths if one understands from that perspective. But ironically, we don’t and even if we do, we take it to be our right, which indeed is a blessing, for which we should be thankful, accept it with folded hands, touch her feet and say a “word of Thanks” instead what we do is put on her all our tensions, frustration and irritation. And, honestly, it will bring a smile to every mother and nothing can be more beautiful than that. No feeling is more wonderful than to see your mother smiling because of you. It not only gives her all happiness but also gives you the Strength…strength to fight against all the evils, stand against all odds, stand against and fight all the competition and emerge as a winner.  Just think for a moment, don’t we expect that our efforts should be noticed and acknowledged. Yes, of course we do. Then a Mother also rightfully deserves it. Think Over..!!!
She makes us what we are. She know us inside out, from likes to dislikes, whether it be food, clothes, gifts, everything. She makes our lives so very comfortable. We can only concentrate on  our core aspects whether studies or job because she is the one who takes care of all the other things. Be it cooking food, washing clothes getting them ironed and back to their place, polishing shoes. She does all  our work from every small bit to the biggest part. She plays a lot many roles in our lives –
  •  Teacher – She is the first teacher to every child. From the basic ABC to the biggest lessons of Life, she teaches us. She is the one who makes us familiar with the worldly people, formalities, customs, rituals and rites. She teaches us how to eat, sleep, walk, talk and for that matter any sort of behavioural attributes.
  • She is a perfect mentor, philosopher and guide. The only person on Earth who will always show you the right path without any selfish motives. So selfless is her Love towards us.
  • She’s a best friend, in whom the biggest of secrets can confide. One can share the deepest secrets with her being sure of no leak. She will crack jokes to make you smile. She forgot all her troubles and problems to make you smile in the early years of your life. So, isn’t it our duty now to put a smile on her face permanently. We say “A friend in need is a friend indeed.” No one can better come up to this proverb, other than a Mother. The youth of today can do anything for a friend but will not even think this way for a mother. But truly, in truest of the sense, a mother is a child’s best friend for all seasons and the best reasons.
 Though every letter and word written above truly describes her and I also admit that her nature and personality is beyond this or probably she is that one person for whom I fall short of words to describe, but still I feel lucky to being able to try my hand at that…and for this also a million ton thanks to her again.

After a general description of a Mother (as done above), would like to share some bits and parts of the kind of bond I share with my Maa. She is the architect of my life, my strength, my deepest source of inspiration, my storehouse of knowledge, the confidence I own, my reason in everything I do and even for that matter I do not do, the one on whom I always rely and depend, the best of my friends who lends me a patient ear and listens to everything I have to utter, how ever sensible or nonsense it might be. People say heaven lies in mother’s feet or laps. I don’t want to claim or comment on the truthfulness or applicability of this statement, all I want to say is that there cannot be a place more safe, secure, peaceful and heavenly than her lap. Once I put my head on her lap, I am out of this world..somewhere where there is no reason to worry, no tension and all stress relieved. She brings Smile when I have tears in my eyes, she provides me with clear vision when I have some obfuscated notion, she provides me with all the courage, spark and positivity when I am losing my strength or I am afraid or my thoughts turn to be that of a pessimist. She pulls me up every time I fall and gets me going. Albeit I depend on her to a great extent, but she is the one who has taught me to be independent and self – reliant. She lives and leads a life for the sake of others and that is what she has taught us. In her words, “Everyone lives for his own self but if you truly want to live life in its truest sense Live for others. The real happiness lies not in receiving but in giving…all the amount of love, care and concern one can give without expecting anything in return” She is a lady of her words and lives by this.She is someone who completes me and justifies my existence.

If Life is Jig Saw Puzzle, she is the best riddle solver..!

If Life is Problem, she has all the possible solutions…!

If Life is a Vicissitude, she provides Stability…!

If Life brings curses, she is a Blessing…!

If Life is displays Bad Fortune, she is a Boon…!

If Life is restless, she brings Peace…!
She gave me life and she is ‘my Life’. She made me what I am today and she is the reason I live. ‘Thanks’ is a word too small even to acknowledge what all I owe you, repaying all that is just next to impossible. All I can do is to make you proud and happy by whatever things and acts I do. But still this ‘Thank You, Maa’ is just to express my a gratitude for everything you do, you have done and you will  continue to do. This is just a token of love and Tribute to you. Love You Maa….!!!