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Rain and The Irony of Life

rain1On a rainy day like this, when the air is filled with that scent of wet soil, I see her take some time to close her eyes and feel the air that rushes in… I see her look outside the window, slowly extending her hand and feeling the shower between her fingers. I see her smile when those little drops touch her skin and dance away beyond vision… I smile.

There! I see them dance, I see them sing, and I see them pull one another to feel the mesmerising craze. I see him holding her hand, and smiling contently as he looks up.

I smile now. For, it is immensely beautiful to be the smile on her lips, to be the music of their dance; to be the excuse of his contentment. And, for a moment it makes me forget about the pain of separation, and it makes me forget about my increasing distance from him. He sees her wet hair and those pearl like drops on her face, and calls her beautiful; and I take pride in myself. I made her feel beautiful! I laugh now.

And then when the friendly wind makes me go here and there, teasing me with its changing directions, I dance that inclined dance. I rush down, hither and thither, with all smiles and dances.

A crazy laughter can take you to a heaven. And those little children! They make you forget you aren’t a child. So I dance my way down, rushing and wetting everyone on my way.

But then when I fade away with the last drops falling on the earth, it makes me weep. For it makes me realise-not every happiness lasts long, not every dance goes on forever, not every laughter echoes endlessly. And then it makes me miss him even more. What an irony! I roll down away from the sky, so that I can keep meeting him again, we bid goodbye to each other so that we can greet again, we separate because we want to be together, forever. rain4

And the people around me, they don’t even realise my pain, they are just happy to see the beauty of nature enrich on its own.

What an irony indeed! What is grief for one, is happiness to some other; what is failure to one, is victory of another, what is end of one, is beginning of another.

And I wait here, hiding beneath their footsteps, counting down time, waiting to melt away in your arms, as I accept every tear with the hope of smiling again…rain2_thumb.jpg

Regards,

PS

 

Papa, this is for you :)

Every person in this world has someone who he looks up to. Someone that he admires from the deepest core of his heart, and who, inspires his soul not merely by his words, but more by his actions. Who always gives him ‘that push forward’ at times when it is most required. In my case, it happens to be my father. My father is a tremendously jolly human being, one who is so passionate and devoted to his work, I doubt I will ever meet someone who seconds him. Who chooses not too many rules to bind us with: but he rather chooses to guide us with responsibility that comes with freedom. I must say I am a lucky girl to have been born to such parents who have let my freedom make me responsible and not by those stern rules that a person finds too entangled to break free.

And today, I am immensely thankful to this blogging community to have triggered in me the idea of writing about 10 things I have learnt from my father; because  otherwise I am too much idea-blocked (owing to which I blog very less) to have thought of such a wonderful idea.

My father is a doctor by profession, and if there’s something that defines him more than anything, is his profession. He prides in being a doctor, not for anything else, but for the service he gets to serve to humanity. We have a family joke about him that-if you leave him with a room full of patients enough for him to diagnose for 2 days, he will need no food, no water, and still come out with a smile at the end of the 2nd day. That, and I am so proud when I say this, is my father. He is passionate like anything about his work. For him – ‘Work truly is Worship’. I have never ever met anyone who enjoys what he does even half the amount as my father does. And that is the first thing to learn from my father-to enjoy what you do: that way you can always have a smile on your face and the satisfaction which is the core of every person’s happiness.  And maybe that’s the reason he has much lesser grey hair than almost all of his doc-friends. LOL. Anyway, jokes apart.

We have seen our father treat all kinds of patients. At times when he treated people who could not afford to pay him, forget about him taking his fees, he even pays those poor patients enough money to get all their medications. Very often I have seen people thank him- I have seen people worship him even more. And he truly deserves it. And here’s where I learnt the second thing from him-to place humanity in the utmost position and helps the ones in need. Often we find the saying that-if a lion makes friends with a lamb, what shall he eat? And my father, he proudly proves it all wrong and is immensely happy even after making best friends with his metaphoric lambs.

There’s the third lesson that I can add here- and that is-to treat each individual with humility and kindness no matter what religion, tribe, caste or monetary status he is from. I think it was quite evident in my previous description itself.

Besides being such a great and down to earth mature human being, what’s more likeable in him is- his bindass-ness. Yeah, you read me right, he is one person with so much energy and enthusiasm even youngsters will fail to show so much of exuberance. He is a damn jolly person and if you see him sad, it will be only for some time, and then you will see that killer smile again. Yeah he’s got one hell of a killer smile; anyway, so the thing to learn from him that I’m trying to put forward here is the fourth thing that he silently taught me- the ability to diminish his sadness into little ant-hills and deal all obstacles of life will a killer smile Winking smile he will be sad for those little moments, and then there you’ll see- my jolly Papa again, never even making us realise whatever bad he is going through.

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In him you will see the strength that every King in a perfect fairy tale possesses, in him you will find the princess-treatment that even those fairy tale Kings fail to show. Really, he treats us like Brats! Never saying a no to whatever we ask, and yet en thrusting us with sooo much trust that you will feel that dying shall be much better than breaking that trust, yes, he chooses to bind us through trust. And let me tell you, that is the most tightly bound cage you will ever face. And that’s when he teaches us the most important lesson that even many great men fail to understand-he teaches us the power of freedom, the strength of the chain of trust and the holiness of love. He teaches us that no person can be cared better, than by the sternness of trust.  And this being the fifth lesson.

I strongly believe that the parents of today must and must learn this. When I was in school I had read in Moral Science that Freedom makes people responsible, and yes, it is so very true.

Another thing worth mentioning about him is his honesty and down to earth-ness. You will be surprised to see how frank and open he is. Yes, I count that as my 6th point. No matter where you reach, you should always remember you are born on soil. That’s him.

The 7th thing would be his gratitude full nature. He says it’s because of his brother he got into medical and trust me, he literally worships him for that. And that’s not the only person. The way he extends his gratitude to all the people for all the little help they do, it’s really praiseworthy. For not everyone can be grateful now a days.

My father is not the kind who uses words and pieces of advice. No. You will need more than just ears to understand his greatness. You will need patient-full eyes and an observing mind. For he teaches with his life that- examples are better than precept. (Eighth)

The thing I’d like to count as the 9th is- he taught me how to ride the scooty!!!! Yippee!! Well there’s a reason I didn’t add this earlier; and that’s because I did fall a lot riding that scooty here and there. Well I know that isn’t his fault though. Haha. So there it is-my 9th point. And I am quite sure everyone would agree that riding a bike IS definitely a life-time achievement. Isn’t it?

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Oh yeah! How can I forget, when I was young my father took really a lot of care to teach me Maths and to make me learn those tables by heart. (So there you go! that’s my 10th point!!) yeah, I do count learning Maths as a life lesson, because had there been no Maths in my early age, I could never have gotten myself into AEC. Well now when I think about those days Gosh I still feel that itchy warmth on my cheeks due to those nightmarish slaps. Haha! If it hadn’t been for those slaps may be I would never have learnt those LCM and HCF sums. So thanks a lot Papa, again. And of course, ab thank you bol h rahi hu to…thanks a lot for the Galaxy Grand. I love it!

I don’t know if it would be fair adding this point but frankly speaking Papa ain’t very adorable all the time let me tell you! Open-mouthed smileOpen-mouthed smile. He keeps irritating us and mom, yeah he does that like a hell lot!  The way he would ask what he has to bring from the market only after getting in the car ALWAYS does makes my mom’s mercury rise up to sky, the way he would never let my mom get ready completely but pump the horn of the car way ahead of time when they are about to go somewhere, and the way he would always mess up the rooms right after we or mom had cleaned that up, yeah these do count as some irritating habits, but who is perfect? And in a way, it adds fun to our monotonous lives: a little bit of anger, a little bit of upset faces, they only teach us the meaning of better days. Besides he also keeps forgetting what Semester I am in, forget about knowing the name of the subjects I am studying right now, or which class my brother is, but these are, like I already said, the extra things that spice up Papa and our relationship.

Love you Papa, and a big thanks!!

Regards,
PS.