Thursday, November 02, 2006

A mother is a mother!

Sidharth is down with the fever for the last three days.. we were managing the baby sitting.. and siddharth was also feeling happy to be with us at home.

Today morning I thought of taking off from work and spend the day with siddharth.. I wanted to go to temple in the morning, honestly I was scared to see siddharth shivering day before yesterday night, I wanted to say thanks to Sai Baba for making him good today.. and today besuase of thrusday they do a special archana of Baba… wanted to attend it..

Siddharth also came with me to the temple, I was amazed to see his patience at the temple to be there for almost half an hour and attending the pooja…

When we were coming out of the temple, he wanted to have tikka and prasad, I requested the pujari for him.. he is such a loving kid, everyone loves him and the way he speaks Jai Sai Ram, I am sure Sai Baba will also feel happy…

We reached home and siddharth told me Mama I want to go to school, I was surprised to see his confidence and could not say No, though I was scared from inside, even when I was bathing him, checking his body temp. After giving the course of medicene and feeding siddharth we got ready for his school and my office.

When I left him at the school gate, he went quitely to his class, his class teacher screemed with joy, siddharth we are so happy to see you in the school.

I was giving some instruction to his class teacher and requesting them to monitor his body temperature …. Telling her that anytime she is more experinced than me as her kid is older… she said, we understand your feeling and after all a mother is a mother..

Her words brought the tears in my eyes which I was hiding from her … and came quicly to my car and started my journey towards my office with a tough heart, I was having the hard feeling of leaving siddharth in the unknown hands….

I know sometime you have to make some choices, which you feel that kash yeh decision mujhe na lena padta………….

People by Looks!

A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston.

Walked timidly without an appointment into the president's outer office. The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard.And probably didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge. She frowned.

"We want to see the president," the man said softly. "He'll be busy all day," the secretary snapped. "We'll wait," the lady replied.

For hours, the secretary ignored them. Hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away. But they didn't. The secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president, even though it was a chore she always regretted to do."Maybe if they just see you for a few minutes, they'll leave," she told him. The president sighed in exasperation and nodded.

Someone of his importance obviously didn't have the time to spend with them. But he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office. The president, stern-faced with dignity, strutted toward the couple.

The lady told him, "We had a son that attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed.

My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on campus". The president wasn't touched, he was shocked. "Madam," he said gruffly, "we can't put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. He continued," if we did, this place would look like a cemetery."

"Oh, no, we don't want to erect a statue”, the lady explained quickly.

"We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard." The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, then exclaimed.

"A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical plant at Harvard."
For a moment the lady was silent.

The president was pleased. He could get rid of them now. The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, "Is that all it costs to start a University? Why don't we just start our own?"

Her husband nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and bewilderment.Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford walked away, traveling to Palo Alto, California. Where they established the University that bears their name. A memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about!

Their story reminding all of us to never, ever JUDGE PEOPLE BY THE LOOKS!