My fears

       
 Who does'nt have  any fear. Every one has experienced fear at some time in his/her life. When a child is small, it is the parents ,who are responsible for inculcating some or the other fear in the child's  mind. Just sample this. The mother tells the child," Don't go to that room alone at night. There are ghosts there". "Drink your milk or the 'baba' will put you in his bag." or"Don;t go out  alone at night, a snake may bite you".  The result is that a fear complex  overtakes  us right  from childhood. 
A very common fear which almost everyone has experienced is  addressing a  group of people.I  too had this fear right from childhood. I remember when guests came home, my father would invariably ask me to sing a song. Immediately the fear complex would over power me. Those days parents were not very  receptive. I remember that on this account, I got   beatings from my parents. The result  was that  the fear, which developed in childhood, continued till I  grew up. 
                            I joined the Education Department as a teacher. Within six years I was promoted as the Principal of a school. Teaching a class was not a problem; the same students  I had to face every day.  As Principal, I had to address the assembly. The very thought gave me goose bumps. In the beginning I used to write on a piece of paper, whatever I had to speak.  Slowly I discarded the paper and started addressing the assembly impromptu.  After I was promoted to higher positions, I could  address even an audience of thousand people  extempore. It became a second nature with me.
                                            I have got another fear complex. I cannot say 'no' to anyone. I have a feeling that if I refuse to  comply  or  do something against the request/order of  others, they will  break friendship with me. I  am now slowly trying to overcome this habit. I hope I will succeed in  giving up the practice very soon.I promise to myself that I will make all efforts to make my self courageous  and self confident.


Written in response to Everyday Gyan, Write Tribe Carnival 'what would I do if I was'nt afraid'.







                                                            

A city lion v/s forest lion. UBC Day 30

 Two lions in a zoo were very friendly. One of them was caught from a forest, where he was born. The other one was a city lion, born in the zoo it self. They were very friendly. One day they decided to run away from the zoo. ( after all who likes to be in bondage).  The jungle tiger ran into a jungle and the  city tiger  disappeared into the city. The authorities  ordered a thorough search. The forest lion was caught  the next day and brought  back to the zoo.  In spite of a wide search the city lion could not be captured. Six months  went by , but still  he was not caught. He was caught after eight months and brought back to the zoo.  His friend was curious to know where was he hiding and how he could not be traced for so long. More over, he had become very healthy. The jungle lion asked him,"Arre yaar, where were you  for so long?" The city lion said,"I was hiding behind old files in a huge Government Department."
The jungle lion was amazed and said,"What were you eating all these days?"
The city lion replied," I was eating one man every day. No body  noticed. Instead they appointed  another one"
The jungle lion," But  then how did they trace you?"
The  city lion," Arre yaar, galti ho gayi. One day  I ate the Chai wallah.  When no tea was served, the whole office stopped working. A thorough  search was made and I was noticed and captured."


Written for Write Tribe Ultimate Blog Challenge Day 30

Daughter or Daughter in law

The title of the post may give a wrong notion to some. They may presume that I am comparing my DIL with my daughter. No it is not so.  Even though by law, customs and traditions,  she may be a  DIL but in reality there is no difference between my daughter and DIL.
              Today in a reminiscent mood I  recollect  when and how  I first saw her. (Most of my friends know that I am a Punjabi, married to a Keralite)  It was the year 1986, when my MIL passed away and we had gone to Kerala. While we were there, my hubby's long lost friend came with his daughter to  condole the passing away of  his friend's mother. His daughter, sat by my side. We introduced ourselves and exchanged pleasantries. This girl left a mark on my mind. On our way back to Delhi, I asked my hubby about his opinion about  our son getting married to this girl. My husband  did not respond, but just smiled. After four months, we got a letter from my husband's brother in law, with a praposal for marriage  for our son with the same girl. It goes without saying that, Deepak, our son, liked  Kavita. The marriage took place at Guruvayur Temple in Kerala.
                                                  It was the first time that I witnessed a Kerala  wedding. It is a very simple affair, as compared to a North Indian marriage. In fact, the actual ceremony does not take more than five minutes. An interesting incident took place during the ceremony. Immediately after the marriage, the priest told Deepak,"Tholu", which means "Pray" in Malyalam. Deepak does not have any knowledge of  the language. He did not follow what the priest said and looked blank.  Kavita whispered in his ears  to pray and saved him from embarrassment.
                                             After we came back to Delhi, Kavita adapted very well to North Indian food, habits, customs  and  the atmosphere of the house. In fact she is the focal point of the house., and manages  the affairs of the house and her job very efficiently. She has introduced Kerala fesivals, Onam, Vishu  and many customs in the household. She has adopted Karva Chauth fast, and  many other practices very naturally. She is working as Principal of a reputed  Sr. Sec. School.
                          Her two daughters also have been brought up very lovingly and efficiently. They speak very fluent Malyalam, Hindi and English. She is a daughter of the family. In our old age Kavita gives us lot of moral support and love. More over she is very friendly with her sister in law and treats her like a real sister. Deepak and Kavita got married  in  1988, and completed their 25th anniversary last year. We are proud of them.. Our blessings are always with all our children.

The truth of life UBC day 29th

Shakespeare said that life is a  stage and we are all 

actors. We play our part and move away.  Similarly we 

can say that life is like a train journey. Like passengers, we

 get into the train. Our parents are already  there. 

They welcome us. We meet many people.We are impressed by 

some and  are instantly drawn towards them.There are some others

 who we ignore. There are many,who we find roaming on

 the platform. We do not know them, but feel some sort of

affinity towards them. We also come in touch with several people

through our writings. Is it not strange that we feel a mutual 

liking for some  but do not pay any heed to many others.! At

different stations many people get down and many new 

ones  enter. Our children also enter at some point. We 

make  several friends  in the course of the journey, but many

 of them  leave us, There are others who travel  a long

distance with us and build a permanent relation with us.We 

even  discuss about our family  matters with them.

 Enroute we will feel  joy, sorrow, hellos, good byes and 

farewells. In the train of life we do not know when and 

where we will have to get down. So we must maintain  good

 relations with every body.When we leave our seat, we must

  ensure the not only the seat, but also the surrounding

 area  is left  neat and tidy. If we are good natured and kind,

people  will remember us long after we leave our seat. We must

 leave our imprint  of love, goodness, integrity, good  behaviour

  and good values behind, which  are  the only  things  in life we 

will be remembered for.



Written for Write Tribe Ultimate Blog Challenge   Day 29th

Clear Haiku Horizon prompt 23

                                                      Clarity of words
                                               Teacher in the class spoke
                                                     impressed  students.'


                                                     The river water
                                              clear as pearls, reflects her face
                                                     not the cruel heart.


                                                     The young face
                                            clear, glittering, glows radiantly,
                                                      fit for beauty queen.



                                                  Marks of measles
                                       over shadowed  his clear skin.
                                               poor heart  hurt.



Prompted by Haiku Horizons  prompt 23  Clear

My sweet Family part 2 UBC Day 28

Yesterday I wrote about my dear son. Today I am writing about my darling daughter. She looked like a doll when she was small, so we nick named her 'gudiya'.Today, when she is  married and is a mother of two, my husband refuses to call her by her name. She is still a 'gudiya' for him.
                                              This gudiya was  born four years after  our son, Deepak was born. With the birth of a baby girl, our family was complete. She was a shy girl right from childhood. She was also admitted in the same nursery school, where her brother was sent, but she, unlike her brother,who was a leader of the class, was friendly only with a girl ,who was our immediate neighbour. I remember she used to suck her thumb all the time. Even though, she looked cute, but by constant sucking, the thumb became very thin and bruises appeared on it. I stitched a beautiful mitten, with colourful embroidery on it. I gave to her saying that it was a special gift for her. She put on the mitten and proudly showed it to every one. The thumb sucking was forgotten.
                                   In the evenings we used to sit in the living room and read . Deepak did his home work and myself and my husband also read  something or the other. This little one was not interested in her dolls or other toys and wanted to read. She would go to us one by one saying 'ek gup bus'. She was unable to pronounce the word 'book' and called it 'gup'. Till now we sometimes tease her .
                 It was time to send her to a regular school. An interview letter came from Convent of Jesus and Mary.I took her for the interview, but she did not even open her mouth. CJM was my Alma Mater. I chatted with the Principal. My little princess, Jyotsna, got  admission. She studied in that school up to Sr. Sec. class.She passed with flying colors, obtaining 94% marks. Her first preference was to be a Doctor, failing which she wanted to study Eco. Hons. in St. Stephans College. She got an interview letter  from the college and roll no. for medical entrance test, for the same date. She attended the interview and  also wrote the medical entrance. She got admission in both. She preferred the medical course. Jyotsna  obtained a very good position in MBBS, with distinction in three subjects.We agreed to her desire to do M.D. As good luck  would  have it ,exactly five months after Deepak's  marriage, she got married to a  highly qualified boy, Doctor Suri, a gem of a boy. She completed her M.D. later on. Both of them  are happily married. They look after our medical needs in our old age.
                                          They  have two boys,both very brilliant. The elder one is  a Doctor and is doing MD from AAIMS. The younger one is doing Eco. Hons final year from Delhi University.
                                       Jyotsna and Dr. Suri completed  twenty five years of married life this year. My only prayer to God  is they always remain happy and healthy, and lead a prosperous life.
                                                                             
Written for Write Tribe Ultimate Blog Challenge day 28

Happy ,Happy all the way

                                    Oh , our sweet and lovely daughter

                                   Who will be the prince of your dreams?

                                   Who will win the heart of our little doll

                                  He is not only   your prince charming

                                  Your dad and mom too wish   for you

                                  When will  he  arrive on the horizon,

                                  And steal your heart, as well as ours!!

                               

                                   

                                 There, thud   HE  came out of the valley

                                With   hundreds of blooming   ambrosias

                                Sending waves of glorious   eternal love!

                              Two eyes met, two other eyes, throbbing

                               Hearts   sent   each other throbbing  ties.

                              Never to   belie trust and conviction.

                             

                              Spring  dawns  with great   aspirations

                              Two doctor’s  dreams mingle into one.

                               They are now two bodies, one heart

                               Beating together day and night

                              He brightened  her whole world.

                             With warmth of his loving  presence

                             Every moment spent together lovingly

                              Is a dream, eyes open, it is  all true.

                         

                           Loving and caring  for mom and dad

                          Their hopes, expectations fully  met

                          Left  the ‘in law’ and became a son.

                         Their  blessings  for ever for you two.

                    

                     Two  delicate flowers bloom in your garden

                    Both  sweet, cute, adoring  and charming

                    Bring new hope, ambition,goal and drive

               Your dreams for them will be a reality

               

                  They will shine in ’Jyoti’ and blessings

                   of ‘Jagdish’ with ‘Happy’ disposition.

                  

               

                   Silver Jubilee of each others love celebrated

                   Our blessings, for eternal joy and love forever.