A Tribute to Mother!

On the occasion of Mothers' Day I composed a poem (unlike every other year when I buy this or that) and gifted it to my mother - handwritten on a piece of paper. Although materially invaluable, to my surprise, my mother loved it a lot. The poem turned out to be a huge hit as it touched her heart. So much that she called her friends and said that my son wrote this for me. This proves that material stuffs are not as valuable as few lines from the heart.

This is what I wrote:

O’ my mother dear,

Now that I am here,

Will take care of you as you did,

When I was a little kid.

For me you spent sleepless nights,

With your sleep you had fights;

You fed me before you eat,

Till now you give me treat.

So well you understand me,

Love me and care for me.

You hear the words of my heart,

No wonder! You’re very smart.

My love for you will never die,

It will always be on a level high;

As always do pray for me,

And give your blessing to me.

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A Poem on Suicide

Some time back a girl I knew committed suicide (I am not telling you the reason why). The news came as an absolute shock to me as I never thought that she will take such a drastic step. I got very disturbed when I was told that she died due to overdose of sleeping pills. Various thoughts started crossing my mind. I started remembering some old moments I had with her. Although I didn’t know her well enough, I can say that she was a very kind lady. So I had that saddening feeling somewhere deep inside me. For the next few days, I used to think of her and her family. I was wondering how sad her family would be. Yeah! I could only wonder how sad they would be. Only her family would know how painful it is to lose someone so dear.

One morning while I was using my laptop, all of a sudden I started thinking of her again and about her family too. I was visualizing stuffs and my sentiments rose so high that I knew it was time to pen it down (or type it down as I was using my computer). I opened up Word and started typing…. Following is what I typed while thinking of the girl and her family. The poem is not based upon her but is actually based upon “repentance after suicide”. I’m not saying much as I want you all to figure it out yourself.

Nothing could really bring me a pleasure

I traveled great oceans, I traveled great lands,

I hiked tall mountains, and sailed great seas,

But nothing could really bring me a pleasure -

Animals, birds, or lush green trees.

I wandered through the dense forests so wild,

I roamed through the cities' streets;

But nothing could really bring me a pleasure -

People, houses, or drummers' beats.

I entered my home, to meet my mother,

My father, and sleep in my suite,

But nothing could really bring me a pleasure -

My crying parents, or my silky bed sheet.

I could see them, but they see me not,

I could hear them, but they hear me not;

Nothing could really bring me a pleasure -

My helplessness, or my nostalgic thought.

I loathe that day when I jumped off the cliff,

And plunged deep into the sea beneath,

Nothing could really bring me a pleasure -

My death, my casket or the beautiful wreath.

More to follow on this topic.

Pain… Is it really painful?

The other day I was having a painful conversation with my friend. No, not literally "painful" but a conversation about living life with pain. I told him how boring life would be if we didn’t suffer pain. He nodded his head in agreement. Pain is one of the many feelings that we human beings have and a deficiency in it, just like in any one of the feelings, will make us feel so incomplete. I agree nobody like suffering from pain but just think how boring life would be if we didn’t feel pain.

“Pain is not just a feeling; it is an emotion, a very strong one.” – Tariq Akhtar

Imagine this… you are crossing the road, a speeding car comes by and knock you down. You lay there with fractured bones and a smile on your face. Yes, a smile on your face! Because there’s no pain, so no point of crying out with ‘pain’. Or imagine this… you are playing a game of soccer and a player of your opponent team tackles you and you glidingly fall to the ground. You badly scratched your arms and legs; blood is oozing out of your limbs and you are ‘okay’ with it. Because you do not feel pain! Boring yeah? Still not convinced? OK – I agree that you would love to have a life without pain where you badly hurt yourself and you feel nothing.

Now let’s have a different picture here. You are out on a date with your girl at the garden (ahem!) that is filled with sweet-smelling flowers. She likes roses: the red ones! You forgot to bring one along with you but you see there are shrubs of roses in the garden. In order to impress her you pick one, or a bunch of them, but you forgot to take their thorns off. Now when you gift them to your girl, the thorns prick her soft hands but there’s nothing that happened to her. Now let’s look it differently. After you gave her the roses and the thorns prick her hand and blood starts flowing, she cries out loud as she’s experiencing pain. Now you have a good chance to hold her hands and console her, isn’t it? So you see how important is pain and how it can lead to romance? ;)

Alright, the above example was just for lovebirds: exclusive! But under normal conditions pain is really not painful. I mean it is painful but it is still a pleasure to suffer from pain. It’s all in the psyche – the way you perceive it. If you want to feel pain as painful then it will be painful but if you try to find pleasure in your pain then you wouldn’t really feel the pain. Try it and let me know! :)

P.S. This blog post was completely written at the branch of ICICI bank while I was waiting my turn to talk to the Privilege Banking representative.