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Sunday, May 10, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
A POST WORTH READING...
My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper?
Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?
I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene.
My only daughter, Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes.
In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice.
Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.
I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful
of this curd rice?
Just for Dad's sake, dear'.
Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands.
'Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls,but the whole lot of this.
But, you should...' Sindu hesitated.
'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'
'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal.
Now I became a bit anxious.
'Sindu, dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items.
Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?'
'No, Dad.
I do not want anything expensive'.
Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity..
I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested.
After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation.
All our attention was on her.
'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!'
was her demand..
'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!'
'Never in our family!'
My mother rasped.
'She has been watching too much of television.
Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'
'Sindu, darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'
'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?'
I tried to plead with her.
'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'.
Sindu was in tears.
'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words.
Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'
It was time for me to call the shots.
'Our promise must be kept.'
'Are you out of your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.
'No. If we go back on our promises she will never learn to honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'
With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.
On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school.
It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom..
She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile.
Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted,
'Sinduja, please wait for me!'
What struck me was the hairless head of that boy.
'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.
'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!'
Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car,
and continued, 'that boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish.
He is suffering from... leukemia'.
She paused to muffle her sobs.
'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month.
He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy.
He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates.
Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue.
But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!
Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'
I stood transfixed and then, I wept.
'My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!'
"The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms
but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love !!"
Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?
I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene.
My only daughter, Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes.
In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice.
Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.
I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful
of this curd rice?
Just for Dad's sake, dear'.
Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands.
'Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls,but the whole lot of this.
But, you should...' Sindu hesitated.
'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'
'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal.
Now I became a bit anxious.
'Sindu, dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items.
Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?'
'No, Dad.
I do not want anything expensive'.
Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity..
I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested.
After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation.
All our attention was on her.
'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!'
was her demand..
'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!'
'Never in our family!'
My mother rasped.
'She has been watching too much of television.
Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'
'Sindu, darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'
'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?'
I tried to plead with her.
'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'.
Sindu was in tears.
'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words.
Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'
It was time for me to call the shots.
'Our promise must be kept.'
'Are you out of your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.
'No. If we go back on our promises she will never learn to honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'
With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.
On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school.
It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom..
She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile.
Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted,
'Sinduja, please wait for me!'
What struck me was the hairless head of that boy.
'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.
'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!'
Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car,
and continued, 'that boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish.
He is suffering from... leukemia'.
She paused to muffle her sobs.
'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month.
He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy.
He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates.
Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue.
But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!
Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'
I stood transfixed and then, I wept.
'My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!'
"The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms
but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love !!"
Friday, May 8, 2009
THE MOST ENTERTAINING SHOW I"VE EVER SEEN...!
There is this show on kalaingar tv called "VPL" from 9:30 to 10:30pm thru out the week and i just had a chance to watch it today. It is the 1st time i'm watching it and lol...watta comedy!
Its all about 4 people chatting, debating and gossipping about the IPL and what makes it so lively is the comedy and fun they portray!
It was so funny that i cud'nt stop laughing for continuous 10 mins...It is a really great show and the cricket lovers (who know tamil) would definitely enjoy the show as i did! Do watch this show once and you'll become a great fan of it!
Have fun! CHEERS!
Sunday, May 3, 2009
THE SOUL-HACKER'S NEW VENTURE
Well, if you have been a follower of my blog so far, there's something interesting coming up for all of
you specially "the novel lovers" ... My brother, nick-named as "THE SOUL HACKER" is venturing on the
traditional way of novel writing and i must agree, that he has come up with some really interesting stuff!
Hope even you appriciate his work that i'll be posting here in my blogspace as and when he's ready with the
scripts. :)
CHEERS!!
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