A Stroll down the Memory lane..,

बचपन में मुझे याद है मैं बेहद डरपोंक और दब्बू थी क्यों पता नहीं लेकिन दूसरों की गलतियों पर मैं ही डांट खाती थी।  हिम्मती नहीं थी या दूसरों को बचाने के चक्कर में फंस जाती थी, याद नहीं । एक दिन जब मैं इसी तरह पकड़ी गयी तब हमारे जीवविज्ञान के शिक्षक ने बिना मेरी सुने सजा दी और चले गए। जब मैंने कहा कि मैंने गलती नहीं की तब उन्होंने पूछा ,"क्या मेरी आंखें देखती नहीं मैंने तुम्हे देखा और तुम नकार रही हो हद होती है " शाम को जब वो बाजू वाली कक्षा में आये तब मुझसे कहा , क्षमा मांगने में इतना क्यों हिचकती हो। तब भी मैंने दोहराया कि वाकई गलती मेरी नहीं थी।  उन्होंने गुस्से में कक्षा में आकर पूछा कि गलती किसने की और जब पता चला कि उन्होंने जब दस्ती मुझे सजा  तो उनसे कुछ कहा नहीं गया क्योंकि गलती उन्होंने की थी शर्मिन्दा भी वो ही थे। जहां बोलना चाहिए यदि वहां भी ओठों पर चुप्पी रहे तो कसूरवार कौन कहा जाएगा ? बचपन में जब मैं छोटी थी लगभग 40 सालों के पहले ज्यादातर बच्चों की बातों को महत्त्व नहीं दिया जाता था , परिवार भी बड़े थे और पारिवारिक स्थितियां भी सहज नहीं ह...

What is the definition of a relationship? Any type of involvement in two persons can be called as relationship. Since ages we have been fond of love stories. In almost every state one love story is famous and many hit films have been made. Watching these films shows our liking for love stories. We have become modern in every sense like dressing, food habits, living style and even rearing kids to a great extent but when it comes to marriage still we beat the age old drums adamantly. We genuinely appreciate someone next door for their broad attitude and inter-caste marriage, but when our children tell us or we somehow come to know their any such relationship, the immediate reaction is violent and rash without a second thought. We tend to treat our grown up children as toddlers in this matter. Why we are so hypocrites? Fond of  pretending in real life whereas others we preach without any hesitation. Actually our age old culture has spread its roots so very deep that it is impossi...

I wish I could be reborn again to enjoy my growing stage with my ever loving zinda dil mamaji who never for a moment left his zest. We were so much fond of him that it seemed like a competition to be around him, with silly reasons just because we loved him so deep. I remember preparing paan for him which mamaji used to relish lot, I just applied lots of choona and kaththaa without realising its result on my dear mamaji's tongue, he also took and chewed it. I was on 9th cloud with happiness and later when I came to know how much he suffered of my overflowing love I felt miserable but he didn't utter a word about it to me. I still remember the resonant singing of Jagjit Singh gazals which he loved much and anytime it would be in the air when he was at home. the memorable notes..yeh daulat bhi le lo...Wo kaagaz ki kashti wo baarish ka paani... Being with him was simply a joy. Be it watching him wash his milk white dresses with lemon and besan for stains or taking bath over our ...

   I often think about Parenting. Its an art to be mastered with great  care. Generally we can hear people say children are gifts of God, yes  quite true but in real sense how many of us realize the true value of  our very own children. After climbing the steps of various temples if  you bear a child that's not a great proof of your love. How you rear,  care, shape, cherish, support, nurture and of course understand means a lot. We cherish every moment of a growing child. After a certain  period we have another child, automatically our attention gets divided  and from here starts another story. Many know to tackle intellectually  whereas many simply don't. Our rearing of children should not be based  on money, it should have more amount of love. I have seen people cursing their children so badly that the relationship has nothing  except bitterness. Many children feel lonely in teen  Nurturing  age, when they nee...

Friendship means a silent rapport between two people who may not essentially have same interests but great liking for each other. Till children are in teens they aren't much bothered about friendship. Even parents don't feel worried but in teen age suddenly all turn their attention towards the growing children making them feel little awkward. Frankly speaking they are in confusion and stress regarding personal appearance, sudden growth which they find uneasy, lots of unanswered questions and above all this parental interference in everything they do. They hang between childhood and growing age. None gives them importance only pouches of advice. The only thing they like is friends. They find comfort in friends' company but freedom is often restricted on the grounds of falling in bad company. Now the question comes to mind, how to determine good and bad friends? I wont agree that average studying students can't be good friends and only toppers are eligible for frie...

Parents nowadays are so very friendly to the children that I feel like I should be reborn to enjoy the entire experience of growing up afresh. I think mainly our changed family patterns owe much to be praised. The young ones feel comfortable in everything they do whereas nearly 10 yrs ago they need to ask so many people for consent before taking any decision that the spirit would almost dampen of doing something different on their own. Actually we must encourage children to take decisions so that self confidence grows and they become strong individuals. If we take all the major decisions for them how at all they would become confident? I have seen a few parents helping their son or daughters cross the main road while going to school and colleges. Teach them proper ways to cross roads instead. A 9th standard girl can't go to school on her own as she lacks the confidence without her mother to help her. Guide, counsel, advise but do not dominate their minds to the extent of making ...

I have always been fond of pets..how the love started can't tell accurately but I remember one fine morning vividly, when I was just 9 yrs, enjoying the morning cool breeze when suddenly my attention diverted towards a feeble sound and the very next moment a squirrel fell down on our terrace floor. It actually slipped from a crow somehow maybe for me. Though its neck was injured still alive. My joys knew no bounds and in excitement I just came running around without knowing what to do to save that poor squirrel. After some time my excitement reduced and I took it inside to little hot place so as to save from cold and applied turmeric and coconut oil paste gently over the injury. It slept or was unconscious I could not guess. I remember every morning taking it to a sugarcane juice seller and giving drops of juice with a cotton swab. It relished and gradually started taking liquids especially fruit juice and looked well nourished in a few weeks time. We would let it out for some ...