Early morning, not having to fight over the favourite breakfast; and sometimes just tastelessly chomping over your favourite dish..is a difficult task
Not having to play some pranks on you, and just getting lost in the thoughts of our “prankster memories” ..mind you ; is not simple
On being victorious not having that “boost-up pat” on my back is something that I miss desperately.
Watching news of the sacrifices made by our brave soldiers infuses a sense of pride; but numbs the heart too,
Quickly flicking over the channels to avoid mum’s gaze is an arduous job, even though you never tell her, she knows all..
Sometimes discussing about siblings with friends, my story definitely stands out..
They tally the number of fights they have had; while I simply count the blessings.
You come on a vacation and often say to me, “ You are still a child, you haven’t grown-up”; barely realising that I can be a “child” only for the fortnight, which you spend with us.
Between family get-togethers and on occasions- to miss you has become a habit. I have cultured myself to it.
Having said all this…don’t take my words to heart, I suggest;
Cos’ our countrymen wish to sleep a peaceful night to knit for themselves a bright future; a future that only you can bring to light
And for all this..I am happy to live past the memories untold.
Proud to be your sister.
JAI HIND
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Hi All,
I have kept my blogs name as - MY BIG DAY, as it really is. Not that I am getting married or I have got a enviable job offer, but the fact that I have started writing again! Thanks to the technology, that I have a chance to express my thoughts , feelings and opinions right through my home, sitting on my bed comfortably.
Unfortunately, this is also the day after the bomb blasts ripped my city- PUNE. My heartfelt condolences to all the innocent ones who lost their lives and my wishes to the injured for their well-being.
I recollect the discussions my family n friends would have whenever there was a terror strike in any part of our country. We would often say- "Pune is the safest place on earth. With the city having strong military establishments , no loser can dare to attack this place." But, the blasts had to happen. And the city's security and intelligence were at the receiving end from the government and people at the same time.
Once again, the fundamentalists have popped out their ugly head taking on the innocent lives. Sometimes, I feel very depressed about the gory situations unfolding day by day. What have we secured for the future generations, forget about them, what about today? Are we living a safe life? Doesn't the - 'it may be me the next time, i walk down in a hangout' thought run a jittery through your spine? Ofcourse, it does. But, is there any immediate or possible answer for it. Yes, the answer is -'NO HOPE'.
There will be no hope till we forget our past for the sake of tomorrow. We cannot dwell in a world which encompasses so much of hatred and bloodshed. God give us the strength to think wise. Hari Om.
I have kept my blogs name as - MY BIG DAY, as it really is. Not that I am getting married or I have got a enviable job offer, but the fact that I have started writing again! Thanks to the technology, that I have a chance to express my thoughts , feelings and opinions right through my home, sitting on my bed comfortably.
Unfortunately, this is also the day after the bomb blasts ripped my city- PUNE. My heartfelt condolences to all the innocent ones who lost their lives and my wishes to the injured for their well-being.
I recollect the discussions my family n friends would have whenever there was a terror strike in any part of our country. We would often say- "Pune is the safest place on earth. With the city having strong military establishments , no loser can dare to attack this place." But, the blasts had to happen. And the city's security and intelligence were at the receiving end from the government and people at the same time.
Once again, the fundamentalists have popped out their ugly head taking on the innocent lives. Sometimes, I feel very depressed about the gory situations unfolding day by day. What have we secured for the future generations, forget about them, what about today? Are we living a safe life? Doesn't the - 'it may be me the next time, i walk down in a hangout' thought run a jittery through your spine? Ofcourse, it does. But, is there any immediate or possible answer for it. Yes, the answer is -'NO HOPE'.
There will be no hope till we forget our past for the sake of tomorrow. We cannot dwell in a world which encompasses so much of hatred and bloodshed. God give us the strength to think wise. Hari Om.
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