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To Dad-Mom with Love


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आप अपने माँ-बाप से कितना प्यार करतें हैं???

I am not much of a party person, but then some invitations are really difficult to turn-down.....u know those stupid society talks, smile when u dont want to, listen to all the garbage people have to say, etc, etc....but then as i said earlier sometimes somethings are inevitable....so the other day i had gone out for a dinner with 6 other people.
it all started out with the usual....so whats new going on, then we touched on the latest fad "slumdog millionaire", politics, fashion, how abhishekh looked the total loser in his latest flick, plans on seeing ash in the pink panther....and then as usual the talk turned about things on the personal front...i was casually chatting with my neighbour, a seemingly successful guy, good to work with and talk to, happily married or single i dont know nor do i care, but then i respect him for his sharp wit and alertness on the job front......
when suddenly he says "my life has become hell at home because of my parents"....
all i say to this is "sorry", casuse i'm not sure that i am the right person to whom such talk should be directed towards.
then this guy tells him how his parents interfere in his decisions, they have a problem with his friends, his going home late at night after the parties, him talking to his girlfriend, what he buys, his savings, practically about everything....i tell him that probably he is going wrong somewhere and he should listen to their advice, afterall they are more experienced in life and shall always think of his good.
that was something he was not hoping to hear from me, he pulled back his chair and told me things, things i felt ashamed to hear coming out from an educated guy, belonging to the affluent society, etc.....he told me
* that his parents were his biggest liability
* he was planning to dump them in an old-age home before his marriage
* how they had been unable to leave him a good fortune
* why they didnt leave him alone
* how irritating it was to have old people around him
* how he felt ashamed to walk with them in the market

i was practically left speechless, i rather wanted to slap him right across his face, and tell him what an un-grateful b*****d he was, disowning his own parents who had probably remained hungry so that he could eat and enjoy the worldly pleasures, who had sacrificed their own happiness and probably their souls so that he could be happy and after doing so much is this what they deserve.....but before i could say anything, before i could overcome my saddness and grief i was surprised to hear more people voicing the same feelings....i was left speechless and felt unable to share the table with such people, i excused myself and left early...

on my way home i was thinking to myself...
how can one stop loving your parents, they r not things to be used and thrown away later, our parents are who we r
.......i dont know if i can write it all down what i felt on the 20min. ride back to home....on reaching home i gave a call to my dad and told him about the entire incident, papa had probably understood that i was hurt by the happenings of the evening and explained to me how the people in our society had changed to become more selfish and self-centred, losing respect for their elders, their own parents, how things would become worse.....but i should never doubt it once that he shall always be there for me even-when i shall turn my back to him.....that phrase bought me to tears and i told him how could he even think that i would ever do such a thing to him or mom or to my future family....he then consoled me and told me to be happy and not get pulled into the dirty society where everything that shines is not always gold....
yes dad i understand that even better now....i remembered a line i had read somewhere long back, "parents are someone we never get back once we loose them" and yet people fail to appreciate the biggest treasure they have, aern't the social animals the biggest bunch of losers...

pa-ma this is for u..

याद है मुझे वोह बचपन
याद है मुझे वोह मेरे रूठना और आपका मनाना
याद है मुझे वोह आपका रोज सुबह मुझे नींद से जगाना
और रात को लोरी गा के सुलाना

याद है मुझे माँ का मेरे लिए तोहफा खरीदना
और खुद के लिए कुछ लेना भूल जाना
याद है मुझे वोह हसी और खिल-खिलाना
आप की गोद में सर रख कर सो जाना

याद है मुझे आपका डाटना
सही और गलत का ज्ञान बाटना

i know people say i have grown up
but i love u none the same
i want u to be there, to be my strength and my guiding light
to let me know the right from the wrong
i want u to be there to hear the voice which comes out from the depth of my soul
that i love u mom and dad
i might not say it that often, but then everything needn't be said all the time....


4 Responses to “To Dad-Mom with Love”

  1. Blogger travel30   

    heart touching words Nidhi, bful post

    New Post - I Miss You... Words from My Heart

     
  2. Blogger Nidhi Narayan   

    thanks rohit....bus dil mein koi baat aa gayi aur likh dala

     
  3. Blogger Rajesh Davuluri   

    ms.narayan, can you tell me how did you remove the blogger strip from top of the blog page?

    and how come the signature that reads powered by google and rajesh?

    is it something to do with coding?

     
  4. Blogger Nidhi Narayan   

    hi ICQ....yes it has something to do with coding which was done by my net guru rajesh, whom u can visit on www.rajeshrana.com

     



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