Collected Musings

The reason for long silence after the momentary outburst – “Charity begins at home”. I am learning to be charitable.

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Thought – “Perfection is the most over-rated ambition and improvement is the most under-rated!”

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2 faint memories –

1.

phool hawa mein..  khusbhu pawan mein…
rishtey aur naatey aangan mein…
sab chalte hain, sang chalte hain…
phir koi saathi kho jaata hai…
gum kahin wo ho jaata hai …
jeevan phir bhi chalta hai…
Thoda hai, thode ki jaroorat hai…

(From the TV Series-  Thoda Hai Thode Ki Jaroorat Hai, directed by Ravi Rai) 

2.

Was reading the book “Letters To A Democratic Mother” by Saeed Akhtar Mirza… was reminded of this..
8:30AM… everyday.. three kids would run out to the balcony of a small flat in Mecon Colony, Ranchi, and wait for their daddy to bring the scooter out. He would, then, in the typical India way, tilt the scooter 30 degrees or so. While doing that, he would look up and smile. And the three of them would beam too. And then he would start his scooter and leave for the office. The three of them would keep waving goodbye till the scooter turned the corner.

In the evenings, they would know about his arrival from the sound of that scooter.  They understood that sound. And when they found it close by, a lot of change would happen. Maybe, the TV would be switched off, but they would all start looking towards the door expectantly. They knew the loud irritable doorbell would ring any moment. And that was the only time during the day, when they loved the sound.
If I could go back in time, I would capture that moment for posterity.  

I am the youngest of the three.