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Daadi's next Innings

       It’s been a year since Daadi left us. It's not my intention to share the many phases and facets of my grief with you as it would be both unfair and impossible in equal measures. Impossible because its literally unlike anything else that anyone could come across and therefore words would simply fail. Unfair because my grief as a son is exactly that - mine only. Like everyone else, you would have your own version of grief in parting with your parents so there is no real need for me to make you feel mine.  Instead, I will try and share how I am coping with what is now a life that I have never seen before.  I started my earnest efforts at regular meditation a few days after Daadi left us. Although it helped in some little ways, my big reward came with a glorious vision of my mom one day. It might have been a split second glimpse of a fleeting image but it was worth the wait and one that would last me the whole lifetime.  There she was, literally o...
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You are 8 and a great mate!

                      You turn 8 today and its been a while since I last wrote to you. But its a happy day so Let’s just focus on the positives for now. To say that you have grown up is neither stating the obvious nor overstating. You are already about 140 cm and you actually understand what this unit means. If asked nicely, you'd easily convert it into a decimal representation of meters, kilo meters as well as a fraction too. You understand enough about H.A.M.O.P.S. to spin together a few creative words on what being tall for your age feels like ( note to self - that's a good topic for you to  actually  write on). You are a good swimmer for your age group, and maybe the next one, as well as an avid athlete. So not at all a lazy log like me ( see, I did a few alliterations there!). You are a promising tennis player with some interest in other sports as well. You are not exactly a keen reader (yet) but you like listening to...

Struggle to Stay Blessed

Here's one of my favourite stories that gives meaning to the life of an immigrant. Guru Nanak Dev Ji used to travel a lot with his friend Mardana. Once, the two of them reached a village. Mardana started talking to some villagers, expecting they would offer them food and shelter. "We do not know you, nor have we heard of your friend Baba Nanak. Why should we offer you food and bed? Just lay down on one side, eat what any beggar would and leave tomorrow!" he was told by the people in the village. Even if they were not known faces, that reaction was very rude for the times. Anyhow, Baba Nanak and friend Mardana spent the night on their humble torn mats at the side of a street. Passers-by saw them but no-one offered any help. Next morning, like every other day Guru Nanak Dev got up before dawn, got ready and started singing his hymns. Within a few minutes, people in the village started shouting at him. “Keep Quiet ! We are still sleeping! You don't have a...

One Way Journeys

“Dad, what’s a one way ticket? “. It came up while reading a book and you asked me casually. I explained the concept of the ticket itself and also how it generally meant a person leaving home to live somewhere else.  "Why can't they come back home?" you asked.  "Well they can, but by then they already have a home at the new place so really they aren't coming back home now" I tried to explain.  “ So you would have bought 3 one way tickets when you came to England from India, right ?” you reflected. “It wasn’t like that” I said, “I came alone initially and didn’t even realise that I was going to stay here forever.” “Did you marry Mumma after you came here?” you jumped onto the next  series of questions.  "No we were married before I came here" "You mean at the airport?" was your puzzled query. "Of course not ! We were married a few years before I came" I responded and  promised to answer all fu...

“My dad is 4 years old!”

I turned 44 some days back but for you I tu r ned 4 this year!  And there’s a very Rheya - kind of  reason for it – it just so happened that you decided to pick a pair of number 4 candles for me. We got to the restaurant and before  I could  cut the cake, you were showing off the candles to your friends  when  one of the 4s dropped in the gap between the sofas – never to be retrieved. So, I cut a cake that was declaring me to be four again. Since then, whenever there is mention of my age, that’s what you end up talking about. “Remember, you are four years old now?” We had a nice and busy summer this year. We went camping with all your classmates and their families . It  ended up being a pleasant experience. We had to leave the same day as your summer concert so while you were busy in school preparing for this concert for months, your mom and I were busy doing a lot of shopping and preparations for the camping trip for an even longer time....

Baby you’re a Firework !

You’ve just turned six about 10 days ago but we had your birthday party a fortnight ago – owing to lot many other birthdays in your class taking up the other weekends. As always, you were more excited about the party than the birthday itself.  The party this year was a pottery painting workshop kinds and a relatively muted affair as compared to the last few years. It went well despite a tricky weather and all the girls (and one boy – Samyuktha’s brother) got to have little mementos of the pieces that each of you painted. You even had a plate with a little finger impression for each of the attendees and their names. Your birthday itself, was a festive occasion as you got to lead prayers in school and even got a certificate for some comprehension work. you did at school. As always, we had friends over in the evening and that made it even more special. You had opened most fo your gifts by this time and were buzzing with excitement. It was Father’s day ...