God asked him “What were you while on earth?” He replied, “I was a parent, God.” And the God said, “Such multi-talented person! You must have had quite a time. You may rest here.” God sent him to heaven.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Except for a greenish gown that has seen better days, which the hospital provided, she wore nothing underneath. As she was wheeled into the Operation Theatre (OT) on a gurney, she looked so vulnerable. I have never seen this side of her personality. She looked tiny, naked and vulnerable. For the first time in our twelve years of married life, I realised how tiny and frightened she looked. My heart went out to her. My wife was going under the knife for some minor surgery.
I hate Sunday evenings. It is a long story. They bring back a lot of memories of yore school days. Those were the days when teachers used more canes than words to teach and discipline the students. It was sticks all the way and no carrots. Some of our teachers and seniors were really merciless, a few of them going even to the extent of being sadistic. Sunday evening meant a lot of things; end of the weekend or the beginning of another new week, which meant facing the canes of our great learned teachers and a host of other things that were not necessarily pleasant. Ever since I hated Sunday evenings; this dislike have got into my system so deep that even today and even when I am on holidays, I still get this creepy feelings on Sunday evenings.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Many people told me to write. They include mentors, friends, colleagues and acquaintances. And I want to write. Write, but on what? What should I write about? All possible topics I can phantom have been written about. Equipped with a pen and a paper does not make one a writer, I realised. I am a voracious reader and I read anything that comes my way, including the classified ads and matrimonial columns in the newspapers. Reading makes you feel that writing can be an easy job, but when you try to pen down your thoughts you realise that it is easier said than done. It is the ability of a writer that makes you feel so; the magic is created by the writer. Hats off to those writers who make the readers feel so.