Showing posts with label Mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mom. Show all posts

Thursday, June 2, 2011

My Brother – Token of Love


I can’t remember living without my brother around. We are very close in age. I nicknamed him as “KUKUR”. My brother is an inborn dancer, talented actor and the best of all.  He loves bikes. My brother uses 100% of everything he has to do the things that are reflex to us. I have learned to wait and watch him. This has taught me patience. This is why I believe “an A for effort”, beats an A for the result. My family is very close and they all have taught me things that make me “Anu “
My Home
We, “My family”, have learned to be … loud. We are one noisy family. Because of that I can sleep just about anywhere. My Brother and I shared a room as kids and he also made his fair share of wavelengths and vibrations. He loved the sound of music, talking on the phone, tape recordings of his own voice imitating teachers at school and slamming doors. He would stand and open and close a door 500 times. My bro’ like all kids grew up and I got to watch him. As a girl, I used to run around the house in my slip to the theme music of “Rangeela”! I ran circles through the house until my Dad came home and would say, “Settle!” or my mom spanked me. My bro’ played with the doors and I ran circles through them over and over until mom had enough. It takes children a while to learn how to become embarrassed and I hardly do the Rangeela thing anymore.
Patience and courage
I watched Bro’ evolve into a courageous man who was, to find his own independence.
* I saw him ride a bike on his own, crash it on a fast speedy turn, his bruise his body and still, get back in the saddle to ride again – and not be scared!
* I witnessed his dancing skills and his desire to explore. He use to learn and practice every step till it was perfect.
* I remember the day when he met with an accident, OH! Still I get scared when I think of that event, he met with a train accident, God blessed him, he was saved, though he couldn’t dance for 3 months, still he never took himself as loser, his whole dance group left him, but he had high hopes, he knew he’ll make it big somebody, now again he is an amazing dancer. He is really courageous.
Humour
My Brother has taught me to enjoy the time I have and those I love. He and I are very close we have both grown up “side by each” together. We synchronize in the sense of humour department that is for sure. We both can be a little whacked!
He gets people laughing. He has a gift that is absolutely wonderful to witness and experience and others have told me the same.
He also touches people somewhere inside and he is rarely scared of people or confrontation. He is confident that way. He is straightforward… there is no sugar in his jar for coating much embarrassment. He knows who he likes and why. He listens and cares about your feelings. He is a character and loves to be part of the action. He has a great sense of humour. He has taught me a lot about people and the acceptance of others no matter who they are. He sees no hierarchy in society. No one person is more important than another in social status, colour, or ability.
Believe
He has also taught me that life is fragile and that life isn’t fair: you must make the best of it and keep your head high. Think positive, be positive, resolve what you can and think in solutions. Every day with him is a great experience.
Confident
My bro’  has taught me to stand up for what I believe in, voice my opinions even if they are not popular, do not compromise my principles, and stand confident on my own if I believe in something – do not back down if the consequence is worth the effort.
The ‘ties that bind’
My parents have always been great to us. They have taught us many of life’s lessons like good parents do. My bro’ has great empathy for others, their difficulties and their feelings. He is great at discussing those situations with you and letting you know that he is thinking of you in your tough times. He always offers to help. He has great insight when it comes to his observation of your emotions. He understands. He listens. I feel greatful to have him as my bro. I’m sure I would be a different person if I did not know him. He makes me remember that we are all people here on this Earth and we are all important to our friends, family and loved ones just the way we are.
I can go on writing about him …He is a beautiful part of my life. I just want to say-
B – eing the best is what you share.

R – eal , trusthworthy , and to every deed you are fair.

O – utstanding and worth appreciation is the skill you bear.

T – ogetherness and innocence you care.

H – ealing any pain with kindness you dare.

E – verything you do is special and rare.

R – ich in values and with a great understanding flair.

A Brother like you is a blessing for a lifetime.
I love you ‘ Kukur’ , My Bro’ you are the BEST !
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Alen…I love you!!!


Note : I was in standard sixth when I wrote this poem…:-)..Do read… it is cute and fun.

It happened one day…
I met him on the way…
The wind was clam …
We met each other in the farm…

He saw me…
I saw him…
We exchanged smiles…
We were friends!

We met daily…
Our time passed gaily…
We chatted a lot…
About just here ‘n’ there…

I knew as days passed, he care..
That feeling which came to me was very rare…
We had a lot of things to share..
We made a very nice pair…

One day he said..
He had to leave…
He  had to join work…
He was in the army…

I was sad…
Somewhat, really mad…
But nothing I could do…
He had to move..

The day came he had to leave…
We kissed each other goodbye…
He was waiting for the bus…
Standing in a queue…

When I gathered all courage…
And shouted ….Wait!
Alen ! I love you……….I love you…

Suddenly there was a gap…shshshzzzzzzzz
When mom waked me up… from my study…
With really a tight slappppppp…………..:-)
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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Hello God…


Hello God…I’m Aneeshya , How are you?  I’m just 4 and half years old, I’m very sad, I see Mom and dad fight every day, I heard them saying last night that will part ways, does that mean, they will stay away from each other forever, If so…then I want you to help me , I don’t want my mom and dad to be separated…You know what God…Here’s a deal just say yes if you like…’mean how will u say yes…I never heard you talking…’m sure you are dumb…but you can always gimme a signal if you like my offer -like drop the flower on your head..Right on my hand and I will know you said ‘YES’

Now the deal is-
I will never cry and ask if I want something
I will listen to everything mom and dad say…
I will learn all my poems by heart (whispers  ...Only which I like)
I will never dirty (chee  ...chee.../pooh...poo) my knickers
I will not play in the mud and lick my palm to taste it , but if u like the taste of mud I can share it with u…sorry :)
I will not break my toys
I will talk to you everyday
Just imagine I will make u my best friend, share my milk and pudding with u...
I will also share my chocolate with u…
I will not hurt my neighbor’s dog by pulling his tail...
I will not eat chalk when no one is around...
I will not hide momma’s chappals…
I will not eat momma’s lipstick (tho’ it’s yum and tasty)
I will not do any kind of Drama while eating food…Will eat whatever is served
I will never put my finger in my nose in front of guest...
Will not be stubborn anymore…I will be a good girl...
Will not sleep during Rhyme class...
AAchooo….will not force daddy to play with me, when hez tired…
Will never hide my dad’s shoe lace or tie it as a necklace …
I will not prepare invisible food and tell momma to eat it…
I will not bite my cook…(I just hate her..Whispers)
I don’t want mom and dad to leave me …I want Dad to take me to school forever and Mom to love  me and make good pastries for me…

Aneeshya…just went on and on…her parents were listening to her conversation with God, they slowly kept the flower on her hand when her eyes were closed…they realized their mistake...


Never argue, abuse, or talk about separation in front of your child, care for your child and your child’s happiness…You are a world for your child!

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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Will You KISS Me...


I had to choose between him and my mother what could I do…Just moved on…  Harry loved me like no one, we were two people and one life, I too loved him immensely, we decided to get married but my mother did not want me to marry Harry, she always said he loves only you not the “YOU” inside.

I tried convincing her a lot, but she was never happy about me and Harry being together, she used to completely ignore my talks about how much Harry means to me, everything was vain, I just couldn’t convince her enough. Harry wanted me to go against my mom and get married to him, to tell the truth even I felt the same, I thought once I get married to Harry, things will automatically change, my mom might realize how good a son-in-law Harry is…But somewhere I felt a pinch of going against her, I didn’t have a father, my dad passed away when I was quite young, my mom was the only guide, friend and family for me…

Harry and I started arguing on our marriage, every day we used to end up saying we better break-up if things continue the same and always make up the next day with a kiss on my forehead. I really loved him. Finally I decided to speak to my mother once and for all and even if she permits or not will get married to Harry, it was like 7.00 in the evening, I will never forget that evening my Mom was having coffee and reading a book, I sat in front of her and said “Mom, I’m getting married to Harry, I know you don’t like him, but I love him a lot, I can’t stay without him..so even if you say NO I will and want to spend the rest of my life with him” My mother had tears in her eyes, she said “I will be really happy if Harry and you are together, but there is something I want to share…”

I was confused, coz’ my mom was always against Harry, suddenly a change of mind…My mother continued…”I have hidden a fact from you, I’m HIV Positive, I came to know about this only a couple of months back, I did not want to scare you by sharing this truth about me, I always want you to be happy, I want you to settle with your love and live a happy life…”  Please go ahead and don’t share this scary truth with him… my mom was literally crying hard, I was in complete silence, I did not know what to say, or how to react suddenly this came like nowhere, I just went to my room…She came to my room and asked “Will you still love me..Will you still hug me…I did not wait to hear anymore, I hugged and kissed her cheeks, and I had tears in my eyes while she was still crying...

I met Harry I looked into his eyes and asked him how much he loves me…he just smiled and hugged me, I felt warm and comfort, I told him to kiss me, he kissed me and that was the most romantic kiss ever I can still feel that in my veins (smiles) , I knew... it will either be the last kiss or a forever one…I shared the truth about my mother…He was quite , he did not say a word but suddenly he was laughing and said so what … everything is fine Don’t worry!!! I was feeling relaxed that Harry has accepted the truth and still loves me…when I was weaving my thoughts he just said that he had to leave coz’ he had some meetings scheduled…
He was just walking away waving his hand...When I realized he did not kiss me “GOODBYE”...I called...Wait Harry "Will you not kiss me Goodbye…" He just smiled and rushed into his car...my eyes were moist…I got my answer….

I came home to my mom…Now I knew from within and was confident, that someday if I had to choose between my Mother and him….It will be my mom...I love you MOM!

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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

My First Love...

I don’t really know how to explain this. But this is especially true for me. The first person in my life- who I love immensely is… very special and deserves life’s best.

My first love- “My Mother “She is the most beautiful creation on earth. My mother is an extraordinary woman and also the most important woman in my life. She is the most fascinating woman I have ever known. Writing about her is new territory for me. She has a big impact on my life. In many ways, writing about her makes me understand myself even better.

When I was just a kid, I used to smear my face with my mama’s lipstick and model her earrings and high heels, wanting to be just like her. I used to run around the house draping her sari and literally tearing it sometime…, she helped me in my studies, spanked me when I was wrong (I miss those spanking’s today)…Hmm…@?//* Memories worth treasuring!

Today… she is my best friend and guide, she’s my Goddess of inspiration- I worship her.Everything that my mother has ever done has been overshadowed by the thought behind it. While the raw experiences I have had at home have been spectacular, I have learned to truly value them by watching my mother. She has enriched my life with her passion for learning and writing, and changed it with her devotion to humanity.

My mother’s accomplishments have meant a lot to me. I hope to inherit her virtues and follow her footsteps in order to make her proud. My achievements will be a tribute of love to her.“My mother” – for me is the most and only beautiful women on earth.
Mom you are and will always be the everlasting, precious and worthy relative in my life.
Mom …I Love You!


“A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.” – Washington Irvin Quotes

I'm sure... after reading this you would want to share a world about your First Love :)
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