Thank you!

I am thankful each day of my life for whatever I have! I have so much of happiness that I can't consolidate. My blessings are in plenty. As I wake up, I thank the universe that I woke up alive till I sleep at night. Through out the day, everything that I do is an outcome of my thoughts. Anything that I want must happen will happen if I focus on it. But there is so much other stuff that happens that pulls me down, weakens me and crumbles me to pieces, wonder why? I immediately adopt my attitude of gratitude and then begin to count my blessings and feel as much gratitude as I can. I thank the universe for the electricity and it's comforts I enjoy, I thank the universe for the weather I enjoy, I thank the universe for my sons and I thank and just thank! Thanking is magical and it's effect is even better. So start thanking and feel it right from heart because a thank you can get you all that you want!

Zip Zap Zoom

My son, Maahir, true to his name, is an expert when it comes to his passion and liking for cars! "There goes a Swift, and there a Baleno", he would stun his co-passengers. Right from the day he could start speaking or maybe even before that, this little boy always displayed a keen interest in automobiles of any kind till he realized he was immensely fond of cars like his dad! The father and son bonded well, they ate, slept and spoke only cars! At the age of 2 my tiny tot could identify a car by just looking at the rear, side, front or any portion .He had a vast collection of toy cars which was worth a fortune, a legacy that could be inherited by his off springs! With his toy cars he would create parking lots, traffic jams, high ways, car workshops, showrooms. The four wheeler ruled his imagination, thinking and creativity. A Mercedes E class was given its due respect while a BMW was ogled at like a dream car. Today, at the age of 6 he puts many to shame! He takes full interest, tries to understand the technicalities involved behind a vehicle. Well, what amazed me was his recognition of various cars keys. He could effortlessly tell which key belonged to which car. He remembered the cars owned by relatives and friends. He never required any correction on that. Sometimes it embarrassed me, but he would ask the visitors to our house about which car did they own. Anyone who owned a car of his choice would be his favorite! He would recall a person not by his name but by the car he owned. His visit to the workshop is a must when the cars go for service. On weekends he insists to be taken to showrooms of various cars, pesters his father to ask the dealer to get the car home for a test drive! Maahir is given his due respect and his presence is considered of prime importance when vehicles are being discussed. He fancies the sunroof, push button ignition, steering wheel with audio remote and so much more. His knowledge surprises not only us but many. He observes, inspects, investigates and interprets much more than boys of his age do. His eyes pop out when he sees a Jaguar zoom, a Bentley intoxicates him and a Porsche makes him go round and round, probably a few feet above the ground! Talk about petrol, the engine, the silencer, anti theft system, the coolant or anything Maahir has his inputs to give. Now, as he progresses in age his tastes have also changed. He is advancing and inching towards the top notch class of Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Aston Martins and names that even I am not acquainted with! Talk to him now and he says he wants his dad to upgrade to an Audi, and wants to drive to college in a Lamborghini! As a mother, I am proud! Extremely elated about his distinguished interest and wish it takes him to great heights.

Why?

I sometimes ponder over thoughts which could possibly keep me engaged for the whole day. Sometimes the thought hits me that why do I think so much? But then I feel this is just an indication of an active brain. There is a vast ocean of thoughts which are in my head, sometimes they flow smoothly but at times they flow furiously. Why is it that I get frustrated and wish to see no tomorrow but then I hope that it is the sunshine of tomorrow that would put an end to my frustration? Why do I have to cry out of happiness and why can't I laugh my sorrow out? Why is it that we need to think positive all the time and take the negative as a shock? Why can't we think negative and accept the positive as a bonus? Well my questions need to be answered and I think as I move ahead with life and gain wisdom through my experiences I could find answers to these questions which are crowding my head!

PARTING....

Parting can be such sweet sorrow....Well yes it can be, i write this with a tear veiling my eye. According to me, parting means hope. If you part with a loved one it creates hope to meet again in the future. If you part with a commodity you hope to find it soon. But in the whole process do we realise that once we have parted with whatever we like we just keep thinking about it. Everything else is left aside and the focus is either on that particular thing or that specific person.
Such is my story.. a story which has already begun. My little sister who aspires to be a top notch professional in the field of Public Relations has made it to a leading college in the busy and cluttered city of Mumbai. Well I am sure her excitement is something beyond acute hysteria but what about all those whom she is going to leave behind? My worry and depression comes to a halt when I think that she would be back soon..in a year. Well, one doesn't come to know of a year, but well her absence in that year would obviously be felt.
As she leaves this city and pierces into a new one, a million thoughts would be racing across her mind too. But for me she is my little sister, and how would she live for a year with no one around. I understand she is not going to outer space or toa land of no return but she is leaving us marooned in her absence.
Yes, we would go to visit her or she would come during vacations, but again the going and coming would mean parting which is such sweet sorrow. This is how i bid farewell to my flowing tears by laying the boulders of hope before my eyes. Indeed, parting is such sweet sorrow!!