I remember every time I come home
I feel something different
Something unique
Something as love
Unequivocal
Seldom via words
Usually by actions
This time around
It was by the same person
Around 4:23 AM
I was awake as I was reading
The fault in our stars
My mom was sleeping beside me
As she moved in her sleep
I switched off the lights
So that her sleep won’t be disturbed
She turned towards me
I couldn’t see whether her eyes were open or close
But she just extended her hand
To feel me
She touched my hand
She touched my chest
My face
She got a sense of my existence
Her heart and soul was convinced
That Darshith’s safe and asleep
She blew a kiss in the air Muaahhhhh
And she was asleep
I switched on the lights
Continued reading
But before that
I wanted to feel that moment
The love of a mother
The purest form of love
She’s awesome
Asleep yet thinking about the kids
We’re blessed
Credits: Getty Images/iStockphoto
P.S.: And I am back in Bangalore from my 1 month’s time at home. It was fun and I didn’t talk to my parents/siblings much this time around but it was a different experience. How are you all? Today’s song pick is The Reason Why by JP Cooper.
When we’re kids and our parents go away to tend to their work, we cry for their undivided attention, and they feel happy that we crave for them
And when we go far from them in our youth, they happily wave us goodbye and then cry when alone
Parents being parents
And, kids being kids
Happiness one time
And, sadness the other
How times change?
We never know
They never show
That is how it is
Life goes on…
P.S.: Lately, I feel that I have not been my best self. But, I am reading good books and loving everything about life. Which book are you reading? I am reading Blink by Malcolm Gladwell. You can download the PDF. I love it. No new songs. This is a chance to share new songs too 😀
Is it not a pleasant surprise that y’all are getting notification that DARSHITH PUBLISHED A NEW BLOG on Smiles here & smiles there 😀
I am back again 😛 This time around I will be discussing the Generation Gap we all face 😉
I am a 90’s kid and it was a great time to grow up seeing Sachin Tendulkar’s God-style play. Seeing Zidane/Messi/Ronaldo/Cristiano Ronaldo play ❤ Also more and more rising footballers too 😀 I also watched Shaktiman and loved the Maggi breakfast when I was a kid 😉
Last month I went to Gujarat along with my parents and sisters and it was a great time there. We have relatives there and as it was a family trip, it was filled with visits to temples and spending quality time with relatives and one another.
The thing which strikes me the most is how within 20-30 years, the way of thinking has changed among us.
Just a little background about my parents, they love God more than they love each other and they are great devotees. Every day. they will get ready in the morning and before going to work, they will pray God and worship him. And during special occasions like Diwali, Holi, family member’s bdays, they insist on going to the temple for blessings. Don’t take me wrong, I kind of don’t believe this logic. But, as they believe in this, I try to follow whenever I can, for them.
What struck me surprising is when my father bought 5 liters of milk to give as an offering to God and the temple people said that they will offer the next day and I am very much sure that they will sell the same 5 liters of milk to several people and keep the earned money with them. I am not saying it’s wrong. It’s just not good and on top of that, how foolishly people believe them saying it’s for God.
I understand that my parents had the right amount of devotion for their God but I don’t see why they had to do something out of the extraordinary like offering milk without any guarantees. And if they want, they could have given it to some needy people and get the blessings from real people instead. It’s their choice and I tried to state my POV and of course, was asked to not interfere 😛
And hence the train of thoughts ran wild. I thought of how so much money was looted by all these temples and the Babas. Why? Because they were playing with the innocence of the people and then these people, liked to be played on 😀
I saw such behavior from others and my parents throughout the trip of 5-6 days, which comprised of visiting around 8-10 temples. And then, it struck me. The answer.
And the answer is this blog’s title, The generation gap, and I will explain how.
Previously, like 20-30 years back, people used to invest in buying houses and cars and fancy, expensive stuff. It’s good. People still do that. But, our generation believes in experiences, in feeling new things, visiting new places because we try to live in the present. We don’t know where we will be after 1 year, say 5 years, so it doesn’t quite make sense to buy a house.
And then I got the answer. I would give away anything for travel, for good art, for good companionship, for a great experience, a new one. This is me and I hope, this is mostly 60-70% of 90’s onwards kids. How I worship art and creativity is the same way in which my parents and many more people worship God. It’s that simple, but, simple things are hard to get.
My Facebook post was “Is the art greater than the artist?”
The best response I got is by Saurabha Wankhede, “Let me give you an example.
Once Swami Vivekananda went to the darbar of Maharaja Mangal Singh who was a popular king at Alwar, Rajasthan.
The king always criticised image worship.
Swamiji had the portrait of the king brought down and asked the courtiers to spit on it.
When they refused to do so,
Swamiji pointed out to the king that there is no flesh or bone of the king in the picture, it nevertheless represents him.
Likewise, people worship stone or idol images remembering God alone.
The idol is considered God,
and it becomes the same,
Because no one can perceive God directly like a formless thing.
So though we create idols but it still has a greater value.
Obviously, it has.
You send your prayers or energies through the idol towards God.
It becomes a symbol of being holy and a place of worship.
When you attach yourself to God you become greater in all aspects as you join the supreme infinite power.
Also, one devotee can inspire and make many other worships God.
Similarly, when an artist creates art, he/she becomes greater and so is the art adored more by other people through the efforts of that person.”
I am sorry to make you confused regarding your thoughts on all this. But, what you can do is share your POV and then we can discuss along. What do you think about the Generation gap?
P.S.: Yo! Happy weekend! Do listen to Malibu by Miley Cyrus ❤ I am planning to make more videos. So, stay tuned and do subscribe to my YouTube channel @ Darshith Badiyani.
It’s so pure. The love of grandparents for the grandchildren.
Today morning, I was in a bus going to work, as regular weekdays. I was super sleepy(early morning feeling) and then I saw a kid looking at the line of vehicles at a traffic standing at the side walk. She was hardly 2 years old and probably try it understand, ‘Why so many buses?’, ‘ Why the rush?’, ‘Why the traffic?’, and what I loved the most, was her grandpa’s reaction to it.
He was a white bearded man standing there at the side walk with her, holding her hand. In fact the girl was holding the grandpa’s index finger. All the while, the grandpa was standing still and letting her feel things and analyse her thoughts. The grandpa was not rushing the kid to walk or distract her train of thoughts. On the other hand, the kid was gladly absorbing life and then decided to walk and unknowingly initiated the walk and off they went both.
What a sight it was to see the patient grandpa giving the power of present to her grandchild and the way she bossed the moment. Loved it.
Have you ever felt something so unique that brought a smile to your face and opened up a new level of love and bonding in your life?
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 😉
If you’re a daughter or a son, then please read along.
I won’t boast myself as a good, obedient son of my parents. Why I say this is because I have not lived my life as they wanted. I have spoken back to them. I have tried to make them see my point of view even though my view was hazy & blurred. I have disappointed them as a whole.
I have scored bad reputation points in the main phases of life. But, I have made sure that I score good reputation points in normal/ordinary scenarios.
I would proudly say that my parents have imparted good knowledge & behavior into me. Yes, I am proud of that! But I haven’t learned ALL of those from them. I have learned some of those from books, from my friends, and from the parents of my friends.
I love to learn. I love to see life in every tiny situation. My mother(Mumma) & I have a custom of going to a temple walking once in a while. That temple is 7 km away from our home. We walk to the temple & chant God’s name during the walk. FYI, I loved the movie ‘The Walk‘ & it helped me make vlogs for AtoZ challenge. Check them on my new YouTube channel, Darshith Badiyani(I know I gotta name it something relatable. but for now, this is all I got).
Some background knowledge would be appreciated by all. So, about Mumma, she is a typical Indian lady. She’s obedient to her husband and makes sure her kids are independent & well fed & well learned. She has taught numerous lessons to 3 of us(my sisters & me).
Mumma was a victim of domestic violence. To know more, read Fist fight. I hope it has stopped but then anger is something, which can invade our happy space within a jiffy.
Whenever I see my mother, I remember a quote, ‘This world has not turned bad because of the rising of the bad people but because of the silence of the good people.’
I always try to make Mumma realize this that she has to speak up. She remains silent in scenarios where she should speak, where she should shout, where she should wake everybody up with her shrieks. Yet she chooses to remain silent. She still does the same. I feel bad. I feel vulnerable. But, then I think of how she feels & I feel numb.
So, back to the present. Some weather updates, okay? There is a high alert in Orissa of a cyclone. So the weather remains unpredictable and classy. We were on the way to the temple, walking.
The uncertain weather showed it’s true face(winds blowing, trees doing the to-&-fro dance violently) & Mumma holds my arm. I was shocked. More shocked by the fact that Mumma was holding my arm with both her hands. I could sense her fear. I could feel her tremble. Truly speaking, I haven’t held the arm/hand of any girl publicly, even though I had a girlfriend once. So, this new public attachment was something new & alien to me.
I held Mumma’s hands. We walked ahead chanting God’s name. I felt confident to make her feel calm. I was scared, yes, but I had to act as if I was in control so that she can feel okay and seeing her feel okay, I can feel okay too. So, I knew this is a trick. A game played by nature to make me aware of how fearful my Mumma’s heart is. She’s yet vulnerable. But then we(all 3 of us) have to support her.
That walk was crucial to me. I learned things. I was chanting but my mind was wandering to the range of emotions we feel. Some emotions make a permanent place within us. We feel it & it feels us too. It becomes a parasite. It feeds on us. It becomes powerful each time the host feels it.
I knew all this but that walk made me feel it. I can’t describe how confusing & wonderful thing life is. It all depends on us how and what we make of it.
Right now, my life is all chaos but then I am ready to face anything & everything that comes along. I may fail, but I would have tried. I would have given my best.
My opinions & thoughts might change/evolve with the passage of time but this post is what I feel & know as of now.
Children are the
Kites flown by their parents
Not all kites
Can fly in the sky
Some are just meant
To be kept at home
Safe & sound
But that’s not
What kites are made for
They have to fly
They have to embrace
The wind up above
That’s what they are made for
So the parents
Got to realize
To fly them
To leave them into
The infinite universe
And have HOPE
That they will find
A good place themselves
After the string is detached
Not all are supposed to
Land on the roofs
Some may even land
In the river or mud
But all these
Exciting things can happen
To the kites
Only if they are
Given the freedom
Freedom to fly
Freedom of risk
Freedom of responsibilities
And that’s how the kites learn
Life is about learning
And not teaching
Let them learn
Let them fly
Let them feel one moment of freedom
Who knows
They might not like the freedom
And come back to you
With happy heart
That you let them fly
P.S.: Today’s pick is FLY BY of Blue. And Happy Makar Sankranti, the festival of kites. No holidays and I am at work 😦 But weekend is almost here 😉
Education is the root of good knowledge and good behavior and hence we need to have good educational background.
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Saw her first time,
Her cute little face,
Two ponies juggling,
I lost time & space.
Went & talked to her,
She was kind,
Listened to me like None,
I felt divine.
She grew up & so do I,
With age, our love also grew,
I knew her inside out and vice versa,
And then a twist came new.
She started neglecting me,
I started getting furious,
Seldomly did we talk,
Broken became, what was pure & pious.
My friends asked me about her,
I am sure her friends did the same,
All this happened,
For just a simple yet complicated game.
She didn’t wanted to hurt her parents,
Didn’t wanted to tell them about us,
She thought it better to forget me,
Forget all those years and not make fuss.
I complied, I cooperated,
I think I did what was needed,
Yet in the eyes of those who knew me,
It was all just for nothing!!
P.S.- This post is written on a special request by a close friend. Topic was “Nothing”. I hope I did justice 😀
Everyone has faults in them, no matter they accept or not.. Same is with me!! I am made of so many faults yet still I am happy because these faults and incompleteness is what makes me complete and who I am today.
I am faulty to many people in my life.
-> I am faulty to my parents for not giving all the share of love which they expected and wanted in return for the awesome childhood they provided. They provided me with everything even before I knew about the existence of those things. I should pay more attention to them.
-> I am faulty to my sisters for not talking to them as much I should. We may have some conflicts and then thought that silence is the best way to move but nope that was not and we wasted so many days and months. If we could had spend those time together we could have always had great memories to cherish. Still we can have a great time together always as we share the same blood.
-> I am faulty to all my teachers, guides and gurus who shared their knowledge with me and helped me be wise. I always forget to give them their proper credit and try my best to extend those learning’s to keep their knowledge alive in this world. Still I am not able to meet them as frequently as I should, or not able to talk to them also. Very bad!! Still, they are the ones who poured innocence in me and whispered to me to Hold onto it for a better life.
-> Now this one’s long.. I am faulty to a large group of friends of mine. I have very limited friends but they are so near and dear that they fill every place in my heart and my life by their mere presence. I have a group of Gujurati friends, College friends, Office friends, other childhood friends. I am faulty to each and everyone of them for not being able to talk much and share every bit of joke and laugh I can with them. I am not much a talkative guy so long calls are mostly avoided, but I am textually active always and I feel sorry to not to be able to talk to all of them always.
-> I am faulty to my colleagues for not being able to know them more closely. For having a formal relationship with them even though the knowledge sharing has always been good with all. Still I am faulty for being the shy guy, the way I am. Still we can always improve the way we see life.
-> I am faulty to all my relatives. Yes most of the times we are not near and phone is the medium with which we talk and stay connected and as I said I am not a big call lover so I try to avoid those and still I wish, I could have talked the last time and will definitely talk the next time. Hopefully, the next time comes soon 😉 Thank you though for showering your love always and you are deeply appreciated in my heart.
-> I am faulty to my girlfriend for all the promises I kept on giving but was unable to keep. For both the good and the bad times we shared. Wish we could had hanged out more time and gone for 1 more extra movie. I am also faulty to my gf’s parents and family for may be letting their hopes high on me and then destroying all their hopes all-together. Its Life. Shit happens!!
-> I am faulty to all the festivals. India and festivities are like synonyms and still I don’t feel enthusiastic for all the festivals celebrated in India and C’mon I can do better. I love dancing so some dance in all festivals will make me less faulty, more healthy and most happy 😀
-> I am faulty for all those insecure moments and bad memories I gave you(anyone and everyone) and wish they could be just erased from your mind forever.
-> I am faulty to spend so many hours and days in doing the things I love i.e reading novels, football, blogging and watching english TV series. I will never regret these Hobbies and will always hope to nourish it more 😉 Never faulty here heartly!! Wrote this because many of my friends and my mother thinks its all a waste 😀
I know with the passage of time, this list will always keep on getting long,which should not happen, but still I know it will and hopefully the list of all the good times and happy times will grow more steeply to compensate this list.
If the amount of happiness you share is greater than the amount of negativity, then I assure you my friend, you will always have a good night’s sleep.
Lastly, Time will tell whether I will be faulty or not for writing this blog.. 😀
Smiles here & Smiles there 