As I am writing this post I am also thinking as to what am I going to write today, hunnnnn. Still thinking (looking at nowhere),,,, I feel like writing about Love. Yes that’s the apt topic for me just now. Though it will still be there after I ve written. Ok so here it goes,,,
What do I understand by this word? If you ask me… then I am the worst person to ask any thing bout that. But if u ask me how do I feel like…then you cant stop me expressing it. It all starts when actually u are a new born baby,,as innocent as the word itself. And the first person who takes care of u is your mom. When u r born u can not speak but still u understand ur first lesson on non verbal communication:) . U are so tender that when taken in hands u are cared again with the same innocence as expressed on ur face. The happiness on mom’s face is said to be a price less possession that any one can ever cherish for. Hopping and rolling in her hands or in her lap or even some times rolling all over on the bed,,, we grow. Similarly there stands a strict figure in front of us, who we feel is strong and strict, but actually he is soft from inside, just wanting to extend his hands to hold u and take u in his arms, but at times he avoids doing that. Yes he is our very own dad. Since child hood these important persons hold u where ever u go, till u are grown up. In this issue of mama nd papa, we have another very important person, who actually drives every one crazy,,, in my case she is my elder sister (Priyanka). Being elder to me she held the HE-MAN wala “I am the power” wali authority on me,,, always dictating me, what to do what not to do,,,always hanging around, fighting and then giggling. Oh yes my sis had been a head ache for me:P. But I had a great time being with her. Now that she is in Manipal I am not able to interact with her regularly. But the bond of love remains. These are all "unconditional" love. Innocent and pure and ever green.
As children we played around the house, running from one corner to another, disturbing the calmness of the environment. Getting angry with each other and then going to mummy to get the issues resolved,, then once the issues were resolved then again we couldnt help playing again,, relying with total faith on what mummy had sentenced in her judgment.
And playing involved what not!!!… from building houses of the pillows to being the super man in the house. I remember one such incidence: If uve seen a folding charpai, then folding it from only one side makes it a fisal patti from one side, the other half being flat. So what we did usually was to make a fisal patti, keeping it adjacent to a low level almira. Using a dupatta or a towel as the superman’s dress we stood upon the almira and subsequently jumped on our fisal patti. This was done turn by turn. The event usually ended by finally breaking the charpai. Another incident was of finding new path ways from our house,,,sounds crazy… (in haridwar). We played this game in extreme summers (during vacation), when there is loo and hot wind blowing out side. Me along with my sis used to take our small bicycle and with onions in our pocket, out in the sun just to find new parks, paths leading to (say) an old tattered house, or a place where an old lady used to live or any thing under the sun from doodh wala to a new found general shop. Every time a new establishment found then we had a great sense of achievement. The best part was of tracing our way back to our house. So every day we used to count the number of successes in terms of finding a new way to our house from the new public park (the on e we discovered) or the same old house etc etc............... We share a strong bond that no one can break,,, not even me (saying with the extreme faith I have on her). Another sister of mine who off late became one of my best friend (off late coz she lives in Kanpur and during my child hood I was in Haridwar, she is my chachu's daughter). So since the time I m in Kanpur she (saumya) is also a part of the bond that we all share, along with my another cousin (nd her bro) Ashu. Along with these three brother sister community, there are two more younger cousin,,,chunchun nd chavvi , who are small considering our average age. O k so I was talking bout Saumya. She is also very close to my heart. She had been a counsellor and a friend to me. I had been the same to her. I would never be able to get angry with her (me getting a bit emotional by now). I don’t know how,, but this is one of my weakness where in I can not afford to avoid a person, or not talk to him/her, or be angry for days , or any thing of such kind,,, for a long time. I do try it at times to emotionally black mail but at the end of it... every time I only have to give up,,coz I know I cant just live without talking to them. Same goes with some of my friends. So every time I try not to talk to them,, coz of any reason,, then at that time I m actually doing more harm to myself than to anyone else. And I must tell u its really hard if they do not talk (to me), due to any reason. People can actually take out life out of me by doing that, the only condition being that the person must have special place in my heart.
We all had spent a good amount of our days together seeing each other grow in leaps and bounds. Now all of us are scattered here and there, trying to make our future bright. But where ever we be the bond of love will always remain unaltered and untouched. How bad an organization might feel the tinge of people leaving the organization? Tht can be calculated in terms of ROI or the cost involved in hiring a new person. But how will I or nyone in my family feel when these sisters are actually going to leave us some day…(I m serious). The ROI stands out of question here. On that mood I stop here and in the spirit of RAKSHABANDHAN I wish to be the fevicol for them so that I am always bonded to there love and care, no matter where ever they are. And thus this is what love actually means to me, innocent and unconditional...
