Showing posts with label Care. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Care. Show all posts

March 25, 2014

Memento

I have struggled immensely to write this post. I gave up a couple of times as well. But I felt a deep emotional connect with the idea and my initial thought process as if I owed this piece to myself. What started off as a tribute to a memento, finally  became a way of closure for a memory.

My most cherished memento is a hand written letter from my late grandmother, from 9 years ago.

I was 18 years old then and was leaving home for the first time to join a college, 2200 kilometers away. She suddenly marched into our prayer room and handed me a white empty envelope. Behind the envelope was the hand written letter. It was a hurriedly written small letter, essentially, ruing the fact that I was going far away, asking me to take care of my health, study well and keep in regular touch.
The contents weren't extra-ordinary that you wouldn't expect from a grandparent. However, what made that letter so special for me was the fact that my grandmother had been practically blind for almost 15 years. I have distinct memories of her reading newspapers every morning holding them less than an inch away from her eyes. I remember her watching TV sitting barely a foot away, with her ears glued on the screen (yes, not her eyes!). Someone with such severe disability, to put that much effort, makes it priceless for me

I took the letter that day, put it in my wallet and it has stayed in every wallet I have had since then. But I didn't realize the importance of the letter till very late even though I was always emotionally attached to it. I believe our memories are conditional. We can't miss even our most prized possessions everyday owing to our hectic and roving lives. I never really "returned" back once I left home. Those childhood memories of my home and my grandmother were locked away and were overshadowed by the last 9 years when I moved cities, universities, jobs and countries. 

I met her twice in the last 3 years of her life and hadn't seen her for a year when she passed away. I couldn't return home for another year after that. Since I was away for so long, I never really felt how much difference her passing away had on me personally, till I returned back to her empty room.It was only then I re-lived those moments in my head, and thanks to this contest, I realized the significance of this memento and got some closure to her memories. 

She and this letter, although close to my heart and ever present, aren't a part of my daily life, I must admit. We learn to live without our near and dear ones, such is life. But I do miss her in small gestures. Like, how she wanted to add Ghee to everything , including Maggie! Or when I see my father putting his car keys everyday in front of her photo as he couldn't take her blessings for this one as he took for his previous cars. The most we all miss her when we look at the empty eyes of our grandfather who spent 68 years and 10 months married to her.

The back of the envelope, she wrote on
The Letter. I am addressed to as "Maan".



Late Smt Kanta Devi Mathur (1927-2012)





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"This post is my entry for the ‘My Most Memorable Memento’ contest conducted by My Yatra Diary travel blog and Indian Coupons."


June 16, 2013

Thank You Papa

I could afford to be a careless toddler, because a pair of alert eyes were always on me. Even now,  across thousands of miles, I know, he still watches over me. I am lucky :)

Its so hard to be a Father; 
You cannot be wrong. You always have to be strong. You have to be a role-model, constantly resonating between the tough man who wants to discipline the kid and the soft-hearted man who is the first person to console the kid when he falters.
While moms get all the attention, fathers stay in the background and overlook the growth of the Family.
Mothers make Homes, Fathers build Families.
For all this and much more which I can't put in words....
Thank you Papa...!

March 24, 2012

I Look At My Grandfather And...


I look at my grandfather and I know

that health and youth are not everlasting, but courage and determination is



I look at my grandfather and I know

that families are not born, they are built


I look at my grandfather and I know

that it doesn't matter how much you got, but how many you have to share it with


I look at my grandfather and I know

that the wisdom and lessons for life that I could get from his bed time stories are far greater than any book or school would have ever taught


I look at my grandfather and I know

that he is a different generation altogether

Patient, regal, elite and exclusive


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Past week my grandfather celebrated his 91st birthday. As a family, I realize how incredibly lucky we are to have him around. I scribbled these lines thinking about him and his effect on our family. May his presence continues to bless us for many more years to come.

Amen!


February 15, 2011

There is something about Mary(s)

Prologue

Not every chapter in one’s life has an end, like this story with no climax. This one has just characters.

When we start telling a story, or even start reading one, all of us, tend to think about the end. It is reasonable if it is fiction but probably not in real life.

Life comes to us in chapters and, more often than naught, they overlap. How often does it happen that something you felt has ended actually comes back and your past hits your present right where it hurts the most. Plug in a little Love and all this becomes a regular occurrence!

So if you are expecting a climax, it is not my inability to write it, but my theory that it doesn’t exist. After all, Life has only one climax!

All these characters may be present simultaneously in each other’s lives and affect each other every day.

I am sure if you look a little closely, you will find a lot of people who resemble my characters and whose life resemble this story!

Their chapters are overlapping now and the end is not in sight!

Instead of saying more here, I welcome all the readers to come up with their version of the climax!

Story

Character 1) Mary

Mary, a girl who attracts everyone’s attention without trying!

Mary, a girl who can be best described as Mysterious because “you think you know her, but you almost always never see the other side”!

Mary, a girl who metamorphosizes from a girl next door to a suave and svelte “chic” in a blink of an eye!

Mary, a girl who is mature yet childish and who is irritating at times yet forever adorable!

Mary, a girl who has somehow made her confusion and inability to take decisions, her most sought quality.

But this story is not about Mary. This story is about all those who like Mary.

See, Mary isn’t one single girl, Mary is a concept.

Marys are everywhere. They are the ones whom everyone likes and whom everyone wants to be in a relationship with. And, they are also the ones, who end up with the most unpredictable underdog..!

Alas! Every time a Mary goes away, another Mary walks into a man’s life. It’s a vicious cycle! And hence, we never learn a lesson.

3 types of guys like Mary, based on their nature and, more importantly, their behavior with the Mary in question. For the sake of the story, they have been named with their most distinct character trait.

Character 2) Mr. Courage-the desire for Care

He is the stud. He is the quintessential Hero.

He is a famous guy, famous for all the right reasons. He is everybody’s “go-to” guy, everybody’s favorite and cynosure of all eyes.

He is not polite with Mary but is definitely very fond of her.

He troubles her, fights with her, throws tantrums at her and yet manages to take care of her.

However, for Mary, there is another behavioral trait added to him-Anger.

Anger and love go hand in hand, mostly because of jealousy and indecision.

But for our Mr. Courage and Mary, there is a stranger source of Anger in their relationship-Care!

It is hard to care for someone who is careless about herself.

And that’s exactly what bothers Mr. Courage.

Mary is careless about herself in every possible way-her image, her choices and her preferences. Mr. Courage can’t handle that and can’t be quiet about that either.

That’s why he is called Mr. Courage because he has the guts to tell her, right in her face, that she is wrong. He doesn’t mince his words and is pretty blunt at times.

Not that Mary doesn’t approve of this or doesn’t realize his importance in her life but after a point it becomes unbearable for Mr. Courage to see Mary getting hurt so often.

Ignorance is strange. It is both an action and a reaction of the human mind. It is both a problem and a solution, though a short term one.

It is a weapon used best used by Marys of this world. They ignore whatever, whoever and whenever at their own sweet convenience.

Even our Mary, when loses the patience and courage to face him, ignores him. Mr. Courage also has to distance himself from Mary to protect himself from the pain and anguish.

While Mary ignoring him is a short term solution (or a reaction), him ignoring Mary eventually become self-destructing and requires immediate action.

Therefore his attempts aren’t very successful and he falls back to the vicious cycle of Mary damaging herself, him getting angry, trying to change her, failing in that, distancing himself, inability to take that distance and then its starts all over again!

Character 3) Mr. Attention Seeker-the desire for Time

Not white, definitely.

Not black, probably.

Grey.

Grey is the color of life. Grey defines the persona of Mr. Attention Seeker

There are two types of attention seekers, Loud and Silent. Loud ones are dubbed as cheap while the silent ones masquerade as intellectuals.

The Marys fall for the silent ones.

He is one person who lives on the extremes. He swings between being the best and the worst.

His love is different from others, his is obsession. He started off as a normal guy, friendly. But soon his other side was revealed, a side about which probably he was unaware too!

What’s surprising is that Marys acknowledged that. What you can’t achieve in passion, you can snatch in obsession.

Calling Mary gullible would be an insult to her intelligence but maybe it’s the inherent curiosity or the love for drama of the female mind, which leads them to a point of no-return with such guys.

He craved for Mary’s attention and her time. It was suffocating for him and both were well aware of that, but neither of them backed out. Whenever Mary tried to do it, his silence and his masochism dragged her back into the vortex. He manipulated her at his own will.

His silence became his most potent weapon. His silence, his sadness, his suffocation and, in one of the rare cases, Mary yielded to, well, his fakeness!

If she is with him, it’s all fine. But the moment she goes away, his drama starts. He preys on Mary’s kind-heartedness.

He sits alone in the dark as if he is the biggest loner of the world. A loner is not the one who stays secluded, but the one who feels lonely in a room filled with people. But Marys don’t get this simple definition. He calls her when she has company, makes her come out of the group and be with him. They may not even talk or may do their individual things, but still, he needs her in his vicinity. Mary not only loses her friends but also her repute. He is her Achilles Heel!

The kind of mental torture she has been subjected too because of him is unprecedented.

One wonders why a modern, educated, 21st century girl would undergo all this. Probably, because she is too nice or because she has the guilt of pushing a guy from a state of normalcy to a state of pathological obsession.

Nobody will ever know!

“Triya Charitram Purushashya bhagya; Devo na janahi kuto manushya” (Even God couldn’t understand a woman’s mind (and a man’s luck), how can a human even try!-a saying from the Vedas)

Character 4) Mr. Sheer Admirer-the desire for Utopia

He is a believer who believes in Life and embraces it, with open hands.

He believes in Love and how it triumphs all.

He believes Love is expressed-good with actions, better with words and best with silence.

He is a dreamer too.

His dreams are extremely orthodox, yet they are re-assuring of the fact that why fairy-tales can still exist, why poetry is still alive and why utopia can still be created.

In this crazy world of betrayal and break-ups, divorces and debauchery, his take on Love is as pure as dew, as refreshing as the fall breeze and as deep and profound as a woman’s heart!

And yes, he believes in Marys of this world too.

He didn’t just fall for Mary. He adores her.

There is a sense of innocence in his liking for Mary.

He is an intelligent guy, but with Mary, he is just an admirer. A fan, if you will!

His love is simple. He doesn’t necessarily want her, he wants her happiness.

While he is there to protect her from the attention seekers he doesn’t mind pushing her towards Mr. Courage too.

In some ways he resembles Mr. Courage when he wants her to make the right decisions. However, when he realizes he is not going to succeed, he doesn’t react as Mr. Courage. He quietly let her go ahead, make the mistake and then waits for her at the other end to save her from the fall. He advices her, consoles her and prepares her for the next challenge. His belief and positive attitude keeps him going and that’s his only, demand, from her too. Just keep going!

Life could be easy if someone wants it to be. Every roadblock can seem small in a larger picture. His attempts to make Mary see the larger pictures are based on his own way of leading life.

He laughs off all the tough situations life has to offer him and that’s where Mary misconstrues him. She takes his humor as carelessness and interprets someone else’s (read:Mr. Attention seeker’s) silence as intellect. Naturally, a person wants to be intellectual than careless! What she doesn’t see is the pain behind that smiling face, the silence behind that chatterbox and the loneliness in the life of a man who is never seen alone!

In the words of Mark Twain, “The secret source of humor itself is not joy but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven.

He thinks someday Mary will see the larger picture; someday she could clear the cloud of self doubt and indecisiveness. And that day, he may or may not have her, but she would be happy. That smiling image of Mary, which is etched in his mind, is his Utopia!

The Dream is on!

Epilogue

This was never about a girl with 3 men in her life. That would be over-simplification of the whole idea. It wasn't about just men. I am very confident that there could be a female version of the same post, with even more characters!

These characters may not be present at the same time as well. All my male protagonists could be a single human being too, just reacting distinctly with different Marys or struggling to find their real persona after a series of failed pursuits!

However, the under-current is striking a balance between your character traits. No one is perfect.

The day we strike that balance, with the one who is meant for us, we could be as careful as want, as possessive as we want and we would have a Utopia regardless!



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