She does not want her school friends to read it. But she wants your comments on it before she submits it for the school mag. So she has asked me to post it on my page. Plz comment.
A blessing in disguise
You own everything. You are on the top of the world. But your life still misses something. You feel lonesome, you are alive and happy in the lovely world of God, but your heart still cries.
So it was with the small child. It was missing someone. Being a small child it did not know how to spell out its emotions to its parents. It would sit with legs crossed and hands joined and with small pearls like drops over its pink, rosy cheeks. It would pray, every day. It needed something to make its life complete. It prayed to God to complete its life by giving it the blessing that will bring solace in its life.
The child cried and prayed for two long years.
Then a day came, when the child felt the world change. It received its wish. It was so overwhelmed that it was not able to pay attention to God’s voice when He said, “My child this is a most precious gift. Not every one gets it. Be careful!”
Now for all these years, the devil too had been observing the small child. He noticed that that the child had paid no heed to the divine warning.
The devil saw his chance. He followed the child to its beautiful home where it lived with its parents. He knew that the small child was too young to take care of such a precious gift on its own.
You all must be wondering what the precious gift was. Just read on.
The child and the precious gift grew up together. The child became a teenager. It was now time for the devil. His entry into the scene was now imminent
The teenager cared about its precious gift and used to advice it about the good and the bad. But the devil wanted to prove the teenager wrong and the devil used every method to separate the teenager and the precious gift. The precious gift started to keep away from the teenager and spent its time with the devil. The teenager could no longer hold on to it. The precious gift was now giving it tears of sadness instead of tears of tears joy. The devil won the heart of the child and poisoned the heart of the precious jewel towards the teenager was only sympathizing with the child.
It is said that by love one can obtain anything that one wants but here the devil’s glib tongue had overthrown love.
The teenager was actually an elder sister who as a little child had prayed fervently to the almighty to give her a gift of a younger brother, a precious gift indeed.
This is an appeal to all the brothers to understand their sisters’ love and emotions. They care really for you and have a very soft corner for you. They live for you. They want to protect you, even though they may seem too firm and straight forward you.
Actually it’s those who sympathize with you and encourage your bad habits who are your sour enemies.
Sisters are “Blessing in Disguise.”
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
An Attached Bathroom!
Usually, ten plus two years is so short a period in the story of a nation, that you could liken them to maybe a couple of months of human life. They flit across, almost unnoticed by history. Not much changes in that much time.
Not the last dozen Indian years.
Hark back to 1997.
How many males then would have sent a ‘mail’ to their females? That too a new one every day!
What did terms like ‘net’ and ‘network’ mean?
Actually, a whole new dictionary needs to be written for new meanings that have been given to words we once learnt in school, as also for the arcane, newer terms. For instance, the word processor sill draws a zagged, red line under ‘texting.’ Can any one of us survive without the service?
Today, the Nokias, the Samsungs and etceteras have taken over the world. Effortlessly, they have become the ubiquitous companions of all men. Even more so of women. So much that many of the fairer sex keep them snuggled in such soft, intimate places, that the small hand- sets have become targets of envy of both the males and the Sun. Both manage even a peek into those valleys only if they get extremely lucky, and that is not everyday.
No male or his female goes to bed without their respective mobiles. They may do so without each other.
The biggest change however is in the attitude of women; young, old, and middle aged, towards life in general and herself in particular, especially, in the smaller towns of what is known as the urban(e) India.
SHE has changed in all senses of the word, sexually, sartorially, socially, sensually and spiritually. The change has been systemic and successful. It has also been determined and irrevocable.
Observe, for example, how casually, very middle of middle class parents, from very conservative, small town ‘mohallas’, have started sending their uninitiated, unmarried, nubile daughters, to work in cities, to which they themselves have never been to. Once there, the girl fends for herself, armed only with her degree and her new found independence. Far away from the scrutiny of the near and dear ones, she blooms!
Even as near as mid Nineteen Nineties, such events were unheard of. They happened only to the ‘forward’ and ‘modern’ girls of Delhi and B’bay. There too it was against the norm rather than the rule. A suitable boy was the only target for every parent of a pretty lass. No more.
The newfound economic independence has also liberated the girl’s father. Questions about dowry etc are now out of question. It is not uncommon for him to grill a prospective groom to determine whether he would be suitable for his daughter’s career plans.
On most occasions the daughters free their parents of even that much trouble. They find their own partners.
Along with HER, her HIM too has changed, more nilly than willy. In 2009,the condition of the male belonging to 40-50 age group, is the worst. The poor guy has been hit by a steamroller and has been swept aside. About fifteen years or so into his marriage, he has found that he is no longer living with the female he had once married. From being the lord and master of all he once beheld, like his father and uncles, he has had to do a quick makeover and has stepped back to being a mere co-pilot, companion and suitor.
‘An attached bathroom,’ quipped a much-married, fifty plus, lady, while describing her doting husband. Essential, comfortable, indispensable even, but entirely forgettable after use.
The best part is, that she whispered this to the mother of the girl, to whom her son was getting married, at that very moment!
Not the last dozen Indian years.
Hark back to 1997.
How many males then would have sent a ‘mail’ to their females? That too a new one every day!
What did terms like ‘net’ and ‘network’ mean?
Actually, a whole new dictionary needs to be written for new meanings that have been given to words we once learnt in school, as also for the arcane, newer terms. For instance, the word processor sill draws a zagged, red line under ‘texting.’ Can any one of us survive without the service?
Today, the Nokias, the Samsungs and etceteras have taken over the world. Effortlessly, they have become the ubiquitous companions of all men. Even more so of women. So much that many of the fairer sex keep them snuggled in such soft, intimate places, that the small hand- sets have become targets of envy of both the males and the Sun. Both manage even a peek into those valleys only if they get extremely lucky, and that is not everyday.
No male or his female goes to bed without their respective mobiles. They may do so without each other.
The biggest change however is in the attitude of women; young, old, and middle aged, towards life in general and herself in particular, especially, in the smaller towns of what is known as the urban(e) India.
SHE has changed in all senses of the word, sexually, sartorially, socially, sensually and spiritually. The change has been systemic and successful. It has also been determined and irrevocable.
Observe, for example, how casually, very middle of middle class parents, from very conservative, small town ‘mohallas’, have started sending their uninitiated, unmarried, nubile daughters, to work in cities, to which they themselves have never been to. Once there, the girl fends for herself, armed only with her degree and her new found independence. Far away from the scrutiny of the near and dear ones, she blooms!
Even as near as mid Nineteen Nineties, such events were unheard of. They happened only to the ‘forward’ and ‘modern’ girls of Delhi and B’bay. There too it was against the norm rather than the rule. A suitable boy was the only target for every parent of a pretty lass. No more.
The newfound economic independence has also liberated the girl’s father. Questions about dowry etc are now out of question. It is not uncommon for him to grill a prospective groom to determine whether he would be suitable for his daughter’s career plans.
On most occasions the daughters free their parents of even that much trouble. They find their own partners.
Along with HER, her HIM too has changed, more nilly than willy. In 2009,the condition of the male belonging to 40-50 age group, is the worst. The poor guy has been hit by a steamroller and has been swept aside. About fifteen years or so into his marriage, he has found that he is no longer living with the female he had once married. From being the lord and master of all he once beheld, like his father and uncles, he has had to do a quick makeover and has stepped back to being a mere co-pilot, companion and suitor.
‘An attached bathroom,’ quipped a much-married, fifty plus, lady, while describing her doting husband. Essential, comfortable, indispensable even, but entirely forgettable after use.
The best part is, that she whispered this to the mother of the girl, to whom her son was getting married, at that very moment!
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