Wen i m beneath your eyes!!!

                                                                                                                                                                           Its 17th Sep,09 nd before starting this article,I just wanna wish my Dad a very happy BIrthD@y....
May you get all the blessings of God!! nd i hope for ur well being...

 This article is dedicated to my Dad...

I was very small but i can still recall, i had tiny hands nd cute little legs nd it was very hard for me to walk..

evry time i thought of taking a small step and then run nd reach my father who was standing at the other end....nd in this entire trial to succeed my thrist to walk on my own ....i had alwaz fall down more badly than befor...nd evrytym i cried or rather say howled more vigorously nd more energitically...nd evry such situation was handled by my Dad so efficiently that my loud cries would turn into sweet smiles....He used to kick the ground which had hurt me so badly...nd say "isne maara mere beta ko...huhnn".....such sweet memories...the lovely days,i know they wont come back...but this is wat memories r for..to be cherised forevr...nd evr.

I was alwaz walking in the opposite direction and there He proved me to be a my guide...

He taught me how to stand on my own..to walk without falling,to calculate 2+2=4...nd to give me lods of homework in my vaccations (lik writing tables nd one page handwriting for hindi nd english for entire 60 days..dats till my 6th class)...nd my thousands way to escape these hard works...

Those hours wen he used to teach me were the deadly hours...coz i think i m still having that terror...yar aaj galti ki toh zaroor thappad padega.....nd perhaps dat fear has always forbidden me  from commiting any wrong deeds.

At times, there goes on the session of philosophy nd at tymes i have scolding hours too...yeh mat karo...tv mat dekho ,padai karo......nd...the lik...But ,ofcourse being the kind of person i m  , i vl alwaz get another twisted way to do things according to my whims nd fancies...


But,somewhere ,deep down in my heart ,   I know those small restrictions which at tymes seem to be lik hell of something, have made me the person i m...There are times wen there is no electricity and standing in the balcony ...observing the surroundings..we start with a topic..nd suddenly  the discussion becomes a monologue...as i go on talking for hours nd hours...nd finally he says,"ab chup bi ho jao"....nd then i realise...lagta hai zyada ho gya....lolz...

Their r also sessions wen v tease mom a lot...nd dats the best tym,....
Though v fite a lot whether it is our dining table...or for watching TV ...ya remote is the best thing we crave for,..but at the end of the day ...we know those small disagreements and those words of wisdom have endorsed a bettr human being out of me..
Thank you for fulfilling many of my desires nd a bigger thanx for not abiding by all wat i demand...its coz of dat i can now survive nd know wat actually are adjustments...

Your guidance ,your philosopy

sumtymes understood ,sumtymes not

with tymes dat forevr last,,

till the end of tym..

i may recall all wat u taught me

nd all wat i learned..

all wat i nvr believe to understand

and all that i could evr...

i owe a lot..

which is hard to return..

so all i can do is just to follow

all ur words..wid all my heart..

Wish u a very happy bday....

The Mighty Profession..

Today,while sitting idle i jst thought over and over...wat profession should be termed as the best of all..Being an engineer myself...i thought to conclude to the very essence of my field..But,the conditions which i m going through these days, just changed my whole perspective about jobs and their importance...

Life has given us so many options...so many gifts..so many problems and each problem with a new solution.

I know all fields have their own individuality and importance else how would so many new technologies would have been proposed.With the change in the world around has,we have overcome so many defects and problems which our previous generation has suffered from.Inspite of knowing all these facts,I perhaps think the best profession in this world is being a Doctor.I dont deny the fact that all professions are unique in their own way.

But,the miracles what a Doctor can do,perhaps,is done by none.

"Its giving a new life to not just an individual but to all those people attached to him/her".

I had realised this thing at a very early age.Though, i never like visiting a doctor.Whenevr i used to get severely ill and no other solution other than a Doctor was a way to get rid of the immense pain i was going through or someone close to me had been undergoing...Doctors seem to be like another ray of hope..another gesture of kindness...and another way to relive life.May be i m not crystal clear in what i really want to say,but its a fact that of all the miseries in this futile world,the greatest tragedy is to see your dearest and nearest ones in deep pain...Well, a human being is termed as a social animal,...but this social being has a heart which craves for the ones he loves the most...nd the one person who can heal them and get them nearer to a pain relief life is, in my personal opinion ,is the one who deserves a gratitude in one or the other..

Somewhere,somehow each one of us undergo situations which keep changing our perspective towards things.One of them is rite here,in the form of this article.

Its well said "God ,cant be evrywhere so, He made Mothers.But,today i say God cant heal evrybody,so He made Doctors".

Hats off to such a profession where selflessness becomes a qualification and affection becomes a trait.....