Frivolous Fixations

Life consists of simple pleasures...at least for a Mother. The pleasure of watching you child when he starts kicking while he lays down in bed because that's the only movement he can make at that time. Then one day, "eureka" he's crawling !!! One of my special memories consists of my son crawling upside down.... yes he was always "different". He used to lay on his back, push his feet on the carpet and thus move forward from the side of his head. In this way he crawled all the way to the kitchen (thinking his Mom was there only) looked inside and said "Mumma", I was in the bedroom watching him from a distance while putting clothes in the rack and I just stormed out to hug him for such a sweet act. Making him crawl normally wasn't that difficult but once he started he just wouldn't stop! Ans crawling normally meant anything in the way had to go to just one place- you got it right, his mouth. so every toy had to be clean and sanitized. His jo...

"Raju you drive too fast", she screamed. "Renu you worry too much" he smiled. As Raju moved on his bike from one end of the road to the other, pedestrians braced themselves aside. Some of them even gave him dirty looks, but did it slow him down? No, not at all. Finally, they reached college and as Renu got off the bike, she scolded him again. "You never understand my point do you? Everyday a million accidents happen, in fact only yesterday the newspaper reported death of a whole family". "Relax Renu", he said, "why are you so scared of death? My family astrologer told me, I am going to live almost 80 years", he smiled. As usual, Raju won the argument and they went to class. In the evening Renu left early while Raju had planned some time out with friends Next morning, as Renu waited for Raju to pick her up, she wondered why he hadn't given her a miss call in the morning. It had become a habit with them since they had started goi...

"And so we meet again", he mused. "Oh God, how many times do u need to come to me in a day", she asked irritated. "It’s all in a day’s work, dear", he smirked. "hmmph, I would hardly call that work what your owner is doing, take your fill and leave", she said. At that very instant I filled my coffee cup, with hot bru coffee, he winked back at that machine and she simply started giving out coffee to a better looking slim cup ignoring mine which was pot bellied :D After all she was tired of serving him for the third time in the same day. :)

Version 1: She hated to be late. All her life, everything had to be on time. Leaving for school, then leaving for college and then finally leaving for office. "Mom!!!!", "You know I hate to be late?" "What time are coming home today?" her brother asked. "Why?” she said. "I was thinking perhaps we can go to that new park in our society." "Why don't you go with your friends, I won’t be able to sleep on time and then I'll be late for office tomorrow." His expression changed drastically and isn't something worth writing about. Mother came with her Tiffin in hand, snatching it and rushing out with a quick good bye she was off. She got in the line for bus, had a person walking with a stick in front of her which irritated her no end. "I am going to be late because he is walking so slow”, she thought. Perhaps sensing her irritation, the man gave her side to move forward, rushing ahead she didn't even think of thanking...

As the company welcomes me into its fold, I thank those, who smile at me... smile at those who smirk at me, and hope to impress those who believe in me:) I thought this is the journey's end On seeing a curve at the road bend But saw a new path reaching there Courage tugged at heart along with fear New Possibilities and new mistakes New frame of mind it will take "THE End" there is no such thing, An end always means new beginning.

She's far yet near, she loves n endears, When I'm down, she brings me joy When I'm happy She makes me enjoy When I'm nasty, She makes me repent, She taught me manners, value of every cent, Many moms are there but there's no one like her, She loves me more than herself, She is the best Mother! Happy Mother's Day to My Mumma... Luv u a lot!!!

As I returned to Pune sometime back, my commuting to different places using the public transport started once again. Also I realized how far places are here, and good time management was needed whenever I wanted to go any place. One of the modes of transport very popular here is the Shared Auto, called the Seven seater but actually seats 11 people. Travelling in a bus means you have a seat to yourself, others might be standing near you and even the person next to you doesn't matter. On the other hand, travelling in a shared auto is different. Different because you have to share a seat for 3 people among 4. Also some times people are allowed to bend and stand(in addition to the eight people sitting at the back). It kind of brings the people under the same roof (literally) without any barriers of wealth,religion, caste and creed. You might even sit next to your maid or milk delivery boy some day. While travelling I just realized one day how using a shared Auto fulfills one of my reli...

The sun scorching my body, the heat making tired bones, With my bag on my shoulder at last i reached home The door opened and I saw My son sitting with his toys He smiled on seeing me and came jumping to me with joy Money, Power, food might be worth millions in the world but a loving hug from my son Makes my life worth living for.

When God had made Adam He also had to make Eve Else brain would be used But no heart to perceive Together they made life full of love and care They were together by choice In joys, sorrow they shared It wasn't always easy to be able to forgive yet with patience accept whatever the other gives Isn't that what a Marriage should be defined as, Expecting less and Accepting whatever the other has Today Marriage has another definition of boundaries People love to get out of it and thus break free If only everyone got the essence of being loved without reason Life would be easier and divine Hatred would lose, so would treason

A journey that begins a journey about to end A life thats moving by and we making amends Some people remebered some forgotten n gone Some loved intensely some situations bygone Time moves by years but life moves slow Make every moment count Make ever second glow Love the ones you need Be for who need you So that when Life ends no regrets, no i owe you's .

After a day full of hard work Reaching home tired and tried, Trying to cook and clean both setting things right and aside, My son crawls steadily near me, I think for playing there's no time, As he looks I smile at him and the response is a smile that's Divine I leave things unattended and aside, the stove closed and the light off, thinking the kitchen can wait a bit and later I'll have time enough As I take my son in my arms and sit, He hugs me and laughs thinking its fun, Guess work would have to wait more As a mother's pleasure has just begun.