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A Little Boy Walking Down The Road.

A little boy walking down the road,

Saw something glittering.

It was a coin.

He picked it up,

And wiped it down.

He kept the coin in his pocket.

From a shop near by his home,

He bought four toffees.

One for himself,

One for his mother,

One for his father,

And the last one for his friend,

Lord God.

Adios!

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Infinitely Grand.

Infinitely grand are the buildings.

Infinitely grand are the famous buildings.

Infinitely grandest is a mother’s love.

Infinitely grandest is a father’s love.

Infinitely grandest is their care.

Infinitely grandest is God’s love.

Infinitely grand are the cells in one’s hair.

Infinitely grand is an elephant’s smile for very few have truly seen it.

Infinitely grand is the economy which runs one’s house, save it must be true honest.

Infinitely grand is water which gives life.

Infinitely grand is the illusion which plays good and bad in the creation.

Infinitely grand is the mind, which is full of false things.

Infinitely grand is the lies, which gives us satisfaction.

Infinitely grand is God, the truest of the true,

For infinity and grandness are both,

Much beneath him.

Adios!

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Rodrick’s Father.

Rodrick’s father was a very strict man. He would run his house on strict discipline. An inch of deviation and the deviating person would have to face his ire. Now Rodrick was his darling son but Mathew (Rodrick’s father) was stricter with him as Rodrick was a growing kid and he felt the children who are growing up need more discipline and regularity in their work and life.

The rules which Rodrick had to follow were:-

*Getting up at 5:00 am early in the morning.

*Doing exercises for about an hour.

*Then performing the Surya Namaskar.

*Before going to school revising what had been taught the previous day.

*After coming home from school, an hour of sleep.

*Two hours continuous study and then playing in the evening for an hour.

*Watching on T.V. for thirty minutes.

*Computer games for thirty minutes.

*Then again study for two hours.

*Have dinner.

*Read story books for thirty minutes.

*The go to bed at 10:30 pm.

This was Rodrick’s daily routine without a variation.

With that there were few other rules also. Rodrick couldn’t have chocolates, ice creams in which chocolate was present and any chocolaty food. This was his father’s rule.

On the other hand Rodrick loved having chocolates. His heart would go out to the chocolates but he was helpless. In this matter of chocolates, Rodrick’s mother was his best friend. She understood that he liked chocolates, so she would take him on shopping trips and would buy him big chocolate bars and Rodrick had to finish up the bar of chocolate before reaching home. She would tell him-“Finish it up quickly, don’t take it home.” Rodrick would listen to her like an obedient child.

Even at school whenever somebody would give him a toffee or a chocolate, he would have it in the tiffin break.

It was a sad situation for him.

One day Rodrick was playing in the evening with a tennis ball which he used to carry with him to school. His mother had bought him two tennis balls. So he had kept one in the drawer and the other was the one with which he was playing. That night he went to sleep without putting the ball back into the bag. At nearly twelve when he woke up as he was feeling restless, he remembered that he had forgotten to keep the ball back into the bag. When he got up, he could hear television sounds. He knew that his father used to watch late night movies, so he didn’t bother. When he was searching for the ball, he came near the drawing room and heard the sound of something being unwrapped. He took a peep from behind the curtains (he didn’t the have the courage to look directly inside the drawing room where his father was watching the television) and what did he see? He saw his father unwrapping a cadbury chocolate bar. He couldn’t believe his eyes, so he took a closer look and he clearly saw his highly strict father taking a big bite of the chocolate bar.

Rodrick immediately rushed to his mother, woke her up and took her to the drawing room.

On seeing her husband amazingly eating chocolate, she thought that she was dreaming, but when she saw him taking bites after bites she realized that she was not dreaming.

She entered the room. Her husband, who upon noticing his wife and son in the room, looked very startled. She asked him-“You are eating chocolates? You always advise us not to eat chocolates and yet you are eating chocolates like a school kid.”

Mathew-“I was hungry. So I was eating it. Today in my office, a colleague gave us all a bar of chocolate each as his son had scored well in the exams.”

His wife-“So? It’s your rule that chocolates are bad for teeth, then how can you break it when we all follow it religiously.”

Mathew-“For eating chocolates, you need strong and mature teeth, which only I have.”

His wife-“That’s plain hypocrisy. I know that when you were little you had lost two of your teeth to cavities due to eating chocolates, yet you deviate from your own law.”

Mathew-“See that’s the reason I strongly say no to chocolates.”

His wife-“Yet at midnight you are eating it. From today onwards there shall be no ban on chocolates. My son can have atleast half a bar of chocolate everyday and I shall take care, that he doesn’t develop cavities.”

Mathew knew he was defeated, so he regained his role as the head of the family and in a solemn and strict voice-“Do as you please, but please let me watch the remaining part of the movie in peace.”

Rodrick hugged his mother, for he knew that  from that day onwards, no one would stop him from eating chocolates at his home and Rodrick’s mother was also very happy, as she too liked chocolates and often thought of using them in her dessert dishes, but refrained from doing so as her husband had banned it.

The whispers said that even Mathew was happy as he too liked chocolates, but couldn’t eat them as he was afraid of his own built up rule.

After this Mathew became more of a friend to his son and their relationship was thousand times better and chocolaty.
Adios!

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The Road We Traverse Everyday.

The road we traverse everyday is our daily hard work, the fruit of our toils and extreme dedication.

Suppose somebody spends his entire day playing video games, the question arises how is that extreme dedication?

It is extreme dedication as the person playing the video game spends his entire time focused upon it.

From morning till night. From bread and jam to supper, we struggle to maintain our existence.

There are two roads on which we traverse everyday. The first one is the journey of life, of daily routine and the other one is the journey which one completes by travelling on roads, in planes, in trains, in buses, in cars.

One journey is monotonous, the other one is exerting on the mind and brain.

Journeys are often completed much earlier than expected, yet people simply keep on pulling.

A baby simply plays in his/her mother’s lap and the mother nearly spends her entire day playing with her child. That is the road which they are traversing at the moment.

The roads of life often intersect with each other, leading to a loop formation.                    

Suppose the fishmonger from whom you have bought fish early in the morning, is the driver of the autorickshaw in which you are returning home.

Your old school teacher is now an employee in your company.

The roads we traverse everyday are very different yet same, still unique.

N.B.-Mothers make aloo puri for lunch one particular day, the other day they prepare chole paratha.

The dishes are different yet the road is same i.e. lunch.

(Aloo puri and chole paratha are both Indian dishes which are extremely delicious to eat. The only thing is that both the dishes are heavy for the stomach and after having a sumptuous lunch there is no other option left than to sleep.)

Have fun traversing the roads of life.

Adios!

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In Nature of Fatherhood.

This morning I saw a small baby boy in his father’s embrace. The father had held his son firmly and softly while the son had kept his head on his father’s shoulder like a good child. The child couldn’t have been more than three years old and seeing that sight, my heart became overjoyed and immediately I told Ma, that I had just seen a small baby in his father’s embrace.

There was nothing unique in it, yet it felt unique. It simply touched my heart. Often babies bring a smile to your face, but seeing the father and his baby boy in embrace, it was a cheerful, happy and blissful moment for me. The child was basking and glowing in his father’s love, just like God’s and mother’s love. A father’s love makes a child grow and it is same with mother’s love. Fathers often turn out to be strict and bit over bearing, but their hearts are softer than melted wax.

Its just time and situations. Mostly to keep the families running, fathers have to act in a way which may seem strict and harsh, but their inner core longs for their children and family.

Adios!