Few Lines…

Few lines I wrote some time ago…

My dream is a nascent bubble
Feels so insecure, so vulnerable
May be I am flying too high
Destined for a crash in trouble?!

But I am playing no bluff
Clearly I am competent enough
I’ll march ahead for what I seek
I can always wait for time to freak

Kissing my past goodbye
I am going to give it a full blodded try

Its time for all to watch and whine
And time for me to rise and shine!

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Love You Papa!

This one is for you Papa. I don’t know why but I am really missing you a lot today.. (Though I know you will never read it…but still!)

Wanted to make it very special probably because this is one of the only few gestures I have made in return to those uncountable of yours. (It took me sometime to write the next 4 lines)

You have taught me to cry, you have taught me to smile;
You always gave me the reasons to enjoy life all the while;

You took away all but you gave me all;
Helped me rise again whatever may be the reason for my fall.

Papa, thanks a lot for all that you do, for all those feelings you never show, for all those smiles you have given me, for all those times when you transformed my tears into laughter…You never expected anything from me but just kept on giving your unconditional and infinite love all the time.. Remember papa, how I used to crib when you treated me like a small kid, but now when I lack that, I realize its importance.. Really miss that warmth!

I really miss you, but I will never show because I know it will get even tougher for you. I really miss all those scoldings you gave me for not eating enough food, for coming home late, for not keeping my stuff in place and then how you yourself used to keep them in place, for sleeping late in the nights…

Thank you papa, for dedicating your life to me and my life. How you used to take all my tantrums, how you fulfilled all my desires without me even uttering them (I just donno how you always knew). Thank you papa for supporting me in the hard times, for all the patience you showed. Trust me, had you not been there, I would not have been the same person. I had broken down but you helped me stand up again and not just stand up, you taught me to run for life. I have seen you killing your social life for us, something I really appreciate, because that is the primary reason for the bond we share..

Papa, I am sorry for all those innumerable times I have hurt you, for all those times when I have been selfish, for all those times I got angry with you for no reason at all (probably because I loved the way you used to pamper me after that). I am sorry for all the disappointments I have given you (though I always tried my best not to give any).

Papa I still remember the moment when you gave away my hand to Sameer, I clearly remember that expression on your face, that hope, helplessness and happiness in your eyes, all at the same time.. That is one of the most cherished moments of my life.. But don’t worry papa I assure you that Sameer will live up to all those dreams you had for me, rather he is already doing that and I know you know that!

Papa I love you. I love you for bringing me in this world, for letting me make my own mistakes, for caring so much that it hurts at times, for being open to talk to, for letting me be honest, for forgiving me despite all my screw-ups, for all that patience which you saved only for me, for all the difference you have made in my life. Actually words can’t sum up what I feel for you.

I really really love you a lot and miss you…. Though I know we are still together but I can’t see you everyday, can’t hug you whenever I feel like, can’t lie down in your lap when I am stressed, can’t have that warmth when I have head ache, can’t be with you!

Papa, thanks once again for eberything you have done and sorry once again for everything I have done or I have not done… you are the best!

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Politics.. Well Defined!

Here I would like to share this with all… Have fun!

Son: Dad, I have to do a special report for school. Can I ask you a question?
Father: Sure son. Whats the question?
Son: What is politics?
Father: Well, lets take our home for example. I am the wage earner, so lets call me.. Manmohan Singh. Your mother is the administrator of money, so lets call her P. Chidambram. We take care opf your needs, so we’ll call you the People. We’ll call our maid the Working Class. And your baby brother we can call the Future.. Do you understand, son?
Son: I am not really sure, Dad. I will think about it.

That night awakened by his baby brother’s crying, the boy went to see what was wrong. Discovering that the baby had soiled his diaper, the boy went to his parent’s room and found his mother sound asleep. He went to the maid’s room where, peeking thriugh the keyhole, he saw his father in bed with the maid. The boy’s knocking went totally unheeded by his father and the maid., so the boy returned to his room and went back to sleep. The next morning he went to his father.

Son: Dad, now I think I understand what politics is.
Father: Good son! Now can you explain it to me in your own words?
Son: Well, Dad, while Manmohan Singh is screwing the Working Class, P. Chidambram is sound asleep., the People are being completely ignored and the Future is full of shit.

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