Parent-child bonding

When a child is born, everybody loves her. The mother loves her the most.

I am considering, she’s a girl. You can think of her as a boy too. But, there’s a reason why I chose the child to be a girl. The parents carry her in their arms. Shows her the world. Gives her candies and all the love. They think she is learning by seeing the world and will remember what all she sees in her childhood.

But, she seldom remembers because she was a kid after all. The parents were doing all this so that when she grows up and leaves them alone in search of a job or pursue studies or get married, the parents will remember that they did such and such things for her. They will have tears in their eyes and unending love for their child. She will be unaware of all this. She didn’t remember things when she was a kid and she won’t be able to know when she grows up because she won’t be there with them.

But then, this is how it is. A child is born, she’s adored, she grows up, she moves out, parents live with memories. So, the incident when the parents are holding the kid in their arms and showing the moon and the stars and the vehicles on the roads, at that moment, all they want is to see that FANTASTIC smile on the kid’s face. Seldom they realize that those memories will stay with them longer than their kids.

And when the kids are all grown and independent(almost), parents hide their same emotional side fearing that the kids won’t like it and the kids hide because they think their parents won’t like(or sometimes ego issues like WHY SHALL I SAY FIRST?) and just like that one of the awesome relation on Earth is killed.

Stop reading this blog! STOP! Go, call your parent and talk to them, tell them how much you love them, how much you miss them. It’s now! Then come and like/comment here 😉

This post is inspired from the below Quora post –

Q : What is the deepest conversation you’ve ever had with someone?

A : When I was living in a hostel, my mom used to call me daily and we used to have this same 2 minute conversation.

Mom: Beta! How are you?

Me: I’m good.

Mom: Everything’s fine there?

Me: Yes.

Mom: You had your Dinner?

Me: Yes, Mom!

Mom: Anything else?

Me: No! Now, I’ve to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

Mom: Good Night!

Me: Good Night!

Short conversation, right? Din’t find anything deep in it, did you? I don’t think most of you would have. But this is what she always meant.

Mom: Beta! How are you?

(I know you must be bored of this question by now, but me and your dad are always worried about you. Just listening to your voice everyday is an assurance for us)

Me: I’m good.

(It’s not easy. Its not exactly like home, but I’m managing somehow. I have my own ups and downs but don’t want to bother you and dad with this stuff)

Mom: Everything’s fine there?

(I know you’ll say yes, but your voice betrays you. I can feel you’re not okay. Something’s bothering you, but I also know that you won’t reveal unless you want to. And If I press it, you might get agitated. We just hope you’ll let us know. We’re always there for you)

Me: Yes, Mom!

(You might have sensed it already, but you know I can’t open up. I hope you don’t force it. I’ll handle it myself)

Mom: You had your Dinner?

(Another stupid question, right? But you don’t realize that even a small stupid detail about you is important for me. I hope you actually ate and won’t just say yes so that I feel good. I know you don’t like your mess food)

Me: Yes, Mom!

(Mess food sucks. I really miss home food. I am tired of eating mess food as well as outside food. Anyways, mess is already closed. I’ll go to canteen today again)

Mom: Anything else?

(Tell me if I can help you out, or atleast make you feel better by listening to you. I’m confident that you’re capable enough to handle any situation, but this is the least I can do for you)

Me: No! Now, I’ve to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

(I wish i could tell you. But I need to take care of this myself.

Mom: Good Night!

(I love you beta)

Me: Good Night!

(Love you too, Mom)

Love your parents. Love anyone and everyone. Love without any reason. Love is powerful. So, love yourself first. Love is unequivocal. But still, feel and smile.

P.S.: Yeah! It was powerful. To make you feel better, go listen to Crawling back to you of Backstreet boys! Or, you can go ahead and check this video as a solo-traveler 😉

Waiting for the beep

Tring.. Tring! TRING!!
No one receives my call
Whenever I need them
And I never fail to
Receive their call
Do they think I am ignorant?
Do they think I am a fool?
Do they think
They will ask for my help
And I will help them
And then they will vanish
Until they need help again
And I will get a call from them
That’s fine
I receive calls
I listen to ramblings
I listen till
The water is above sea level
But why?
Why do I put up with them?
They may not feel guilty
When they don’t help me
But I feel bad when I
Don’t help them
Whenever I can
I know this is wrong
And I shouldn’t feel this
But this is me
And I don’t want to feel anything different
And I am happy
With helping others
And making myself feel good
What others feel
Is none of my business
So when I call them
I expect no answer
And instead wait for the beep
And leave it blank

P.S.: Let’s welcome the Valentines’ weekend with a song of love. Today’s pick Angel of the morning by Juice Newton ❤

1 wallet, 2 wallet guys!!

All the people we know in this world, were strangers to us, all the contacts we have in our phone, were once strangers in the beginning. But, we start talking to them and a bond is formed. Be it your family member, girl-friend, uncle, milkman, newspaper guy.. ALL!!

How would you feel when your long-lost-friend calls you out of blue and you talk as if you just met yesterday?? Indeed, it’s an exceptional feeling.. I feel the same while talking to some of my friends.

But, now tell me, how would you feel talking to a stranger after say 6 months??
Let me tell you what happened with me..

Just 1 hour ago–

Call from an unknown number..

Stranger: Hello, remember me?
Me: No.. Who are you?

Stranger: You helped me 6 months back for ————————————– (yes suspense, keep reading)
Me: Oh yes!! How are you?

Stranger: I am good. How are you?
Me: Yeah I am also great. Is this your new number?

Stranger: Yes my new number. We are organising a feast on new year’s eve. Please you have to join us.
Me: Sorry man, I have some plans of going out of state. I can’t make it.

Stranger: Ok then we can plan something for Christmas..
Me: Ok, I will let you know. Thanks for the invitation. But you still had my contact number??

Stranger: Yes of course. I will always keep your phone number and will keep disturbing you once in a while. You helped me then, how can I forget.
Me: Yes no problem in that. But thank you for remembering me and inviting me.

Hanged Up!!

Now you think, who this Stranger is? For that, let me take you back in the past vault..

Round about 6 months back—

Mother India(this is what I call my mother and has her name saved in my phone :D) had gone to visit her parents in her hometown.
My father, my sisters and I were in home. I reached home from office @ 10pm(project deadline).. Had dinner and went to bed..
The time gap between going to bed and going to sleep is 2-3 hours for me 😀 as in those 2-3 hours I watch series or read novels or blogs or whatever..

Next day was just the same.. Exact same..
But, in the midnight I found a wallet, an unknown wallet on my study table. My sisters and father were asleep.
I had a peek in the wallet and man, it was full of wad of notes. Was I greedy?? Till I know myself, money haven’t had much of an influence in my life YET!!
There were some identity cards also. I looked and found that it belongs to a guy. Sorry, I don’t remember his name, so let’s call him Stranger. I thought I will call Stranger next day in the morning and give him his wallet.
Then, in it, I also found a doctor’s prescription which had some medicine list on it. The list of medicine was billed in the name of a lady. Oh, I was tensed.. I had the contact number of Stranger from his Driver’s license.. Without thinking twice I called the phone number at 1 am past midnight.

Operator service: The number doesn’t exist.. I am confused.
I found another number there in the prescription. Tried that.

Ringing… Ringing… A lady received..

I asked if I can talk to Stranger.. She asked who am I??
I said, I have a wallet with the cards and cash of Stranger with me.. So do you know Stranger? And, she exhaled(as in relief) and gave the phone to Stranger.

Stranger: Hello
Me: Hi Stranger, is your wallet lost?

Stranger: Yes, did you find it? It was my wife who received the call.
Me: Yes it’s with me. So be assured. I am sorry to call so late. But, I saw a receipt of medicine list and thought that it might me important. And also I found cash.

Stranger: I am so relieved that you got the wallet. Thank you for calling. Yes that’s my wallet.
Me: But how do I know that it’s your wallet? You can meet me tomorrow. I will call in the morning with the place & time. Make sure you get a passport pic of both your and your wife and after checking I will hand you your wallet.

Stranger: Yes, we will meet then and there and yes I will get the pics for the confirmation.
Me: Ok great.. Now don’t worry about your wallet and sleep well. you will have all your things safe tomorrow.

Even after the long day at office, I was happy after the call.

Next day–

I met with the guy. He had a stubble with patches of grey on it, aged near about 30. He was the same guy. So simple and true. He had got the passport pic of his wife & himself.
On talking to him, I came to know that they are married since 3 years. They had a baby girl together,but unfortunately, the little girl just survived for 2 weeks and then died in the arms of her father. That is tragedy. And all this had happened just 2 months before. His wife was also in a bit of shock. The medicine list was for some gynic problems and some anti-shock meds. He himself was like a child, smiling and talking like a child, but his eyes were telling all the things and hardness he has gone through.

We each had a bottle of sprite and then after 10 minutes of meeting, we parted ways.. He was very thankful and happy for getting his wallet back. I was also happy for helping the guy but was also sorry to hear his story.

But all this was 6 months ago..

And I couldn’t believe after talking to him today that he still remembers me. It made my day. Indeed, there are good guys in this world.

I was the wallet-guy for him.
He was the wallet-guy for me.

Happiness from a stranger is very satisfying because we get it without any expectations.

Stay blessed,
Darshith.