Kuch Khatti Kuch Meethi

Life is like that. Sometimes sweet and sometimes sour.

I used to work in retail industry before and had to travel frequently. I once was in a train on the way to Mumbai. I entered the second a/c compartment and sat near the window seat. I was happy to sit there. At that time my favorite author was Sudha Murthy - Opened her book and started reading it. The train was about to start in 15 minutes and so i realized. I called up my son to check if everything is alright with him.

After hanging up posts all the take care messages i realized three men and a lady walked in the compartment. They sat next and opposite to me. 2 of them were a couple and the other two were strangers.

I smiled at them as courtesy and became busy in reading. They all were talking amongst themselves and slowly conversion flew to other people around them.

Soon there was a proper flow of conversation amongst them. They spoke about their families, banks, neighbors, relatives, kids, work, apartments, politics. God there was no dearth of topics for these guys.

This went on for few hours. One of the men who came was a bank manager going for a training to Mumbai. He was talking about investments, shares and equities etc.
I got interested with that part but felt hesitant wondering I have been aloof all this while so doesn't look nice getting into their conversation so kept to myself.

Dinner time came and everyone had their food. i too had mine. We reached somewhere near borders of Maharashtra when two guys came into our compartment.

They sat next to our seats near side berths. They started commenting on the lady who came with us, she and her husband initially kept quiet. But after sometime the comments started becoming a little lude (She was a very beautiful lady). One way even i started feeling uncomfortable. I got up and walked away to washroom.

By the time i came back i realized the other two men and the lady's husband dragged these two guys to the next compartment where police guys were sitting. I went hurriedly to my place and realized the lady was crying.

On enquiring got to know that those guys passed sexual remarks on her which triggered the whole row. I sympathized and pacified her a bit. The men came back and we both enquired on what happened. We both felt happy to know they have been taken into custody.

The lady's husband thanked the guys for helping and one of them said ,'Agar behenji ki jagah pe hamare ghar ke ladies hote tho kya aap nahin karte', 'humare ladies ko koi nahin chedna chahiye'.

I felt happy hearing that. We think India has not grown and we are not getting modernized but yes being traditional is sometimes good. Here few people are still there who help unknown strangers without any selfish motive.

GOD BLESS INDIA AND INDIANS.

Random

I was supposed to finish my article whereas I am blogging. Felt bored and exhausted. Waiting for hubby to come back home to finish dinner. I am working on this complicated topic in research.

Pranav is busy playing and might probably sleep after a story from me. I was sitting and wondering what to write. Nowadays I am being inactive on blog - I felt I should become more regular. My dad read all my posts today morning. His words - I Never realized my daughter could reflect her thoughts so well.' Felt happy. Going to miss him after he leaves from my place.

Now house seems nice with parents around. Hubby liked the idea of writing letters to Son. i feel i should do it more often. i would want to gift this lot when pranav grows up.

may be that will always keep him close to me and his father even on the day when we are not around.

:) :) :)

Son - You are Special

My Dearest Pranav,
I would have probably never told you but you mean a lot to me. Fate snatched away my best friend in a cruel accident ten years ago. I was all alone till you entered my life 5 years back. When i first held you in my arms unlike others you smiled at me. From then till date your love towards me has always been unconditional.

You gave me the friendship that was lost for a long time. Whenever I sit for writing I keep thinking what should i write. I never realized till now it is you in mind i write most of the things. For me it is a surprise that the little bundle of joy i held in my arms is grown up enough to tell me what i mean to him and how he misses me when he is at his grandparents house.

The one month you have been away has been hell for me. I remember as a child i read about jawaharlal nehru writing letters to his daughter indira but today when i sit and write this i realize it becomes important for us to communicate - as you are growing you have your own world which is apart from mine. But whenever you turn back you will find me and your dad behind you. For us, you are the world.

I love you my son - i might not say this often but you mean the world to me (To your Dad as well :) )

I want to dedicate all my posts on this blog to you and my late friend (I know she is with me all the time guiding me).

Only Yours Forever
Amma....................