Monday, November 07, 2011

I am flying....

Dear Siddharth, 

You turned eight today, and the memories of the words " its a boy" are still alive in my mind. Its a boy i know when you have become a true independent boy on your eight birthday. You woke up today morning and saw that every body in the house is doing the preparation of your birthday, and you went directly to your room and started making it clean for the day on your own..

When you finish a book of 200 pages in few hours and  if i tell you to sleep and the answer is  मम्मा सोना कितना बोरिंग है ना (Mume how boring the sleep is)?? You dont want to sleep and finish your own book and i am still missing those days when i was reading those story books to you..

When you pick your own cloths, and  tells me with love यह मैच नहीं करता (mom this does not matches) and i miss the last year when i use to choose and make you wear the cloths i wished.... You are great at choosing your cloths today.. Better than me..

When you love carrying those grocery bags from the lift to our house and there is a big smile on your face... and i am still thinking of picking you in my lap.. 
When somebody else calls you baby and you say i am not your baby, I am only my mom's baby... When in this summer holidays you wrote your book on your own, your birthday invitation cards were made by you, your solo performances of tabla on the stage, you were chosen as a player of the  month in your Football Academy, you make your own decision to stay back at your favourite friend Manveer's house, you make your own decision of gifting all your cards to your best friend Dev, when you filled your form of immigration while our trip to USA, your first feedback at the opening of our resort Te Aroha by your own thoughts, when you compete with your father in race and win,  ... these are few of the achievements son you have completed in the last one year only... and many others which make me feel a proud mom.. 

You sit just like your father...
When you become a wanderer .....
You are the youngest photographer.... 
Son, on your this birthday and many more to come, i wish you the best of everything, more moments of joy, happiness, togetherness and love... May you enjoy the life to the fullest and do what you love doing the most!!!

तुम्हारी यह मासूमियत भरी हंसी
लगती है मुझे बड़ी प्यारी..
तुम ऐसे ही खुश रहो
यह दुआ है हमारी!!!
  With lots of love..your mom!!

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Science Exposition...

It was a new word for me when Siddharth shared his note in the dairy .. many a times our minds are so much preoccupied that we completely loose the opportunity to create the new ones.. But it was not true for Siddharth and his exposition at school. It was an eye opening event for all of us also. The theme for the Siddharth class was sound around us...

Sign post

Wind mill created by students  
Siddharth explaining about his project to the Director of the School

Story written by Siddharth on Sounds
Paavak group (Siddharth class)

The students were given the task to explain about their project, Siddharth doing the activity with his father and another parent

Siddharth explaining his project to Gagan Massi and Baani
A jungle show created by other group on theme shadows

Mud House created by Siddharth and his team

Siddharth classmate another project on sounds

and this last one by Siddharth reminds me 
बचों के नाज़ुक हाथों को आस्मां छु लेने दो
दो चार किताबें पड़ के यह भी हम जैसे बन जायेंगें

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Our Childhood Memories.. A Flashback!!

I was away for a long time, many good changes in life kept me busy which will occupy this space after some time. Yesterday while looking at Siddharth being too busy with the computer game and with Enid Blyton book in the night, It reminds me of my childhood, without mobile phones, without seat belts, without air bags, and without internet, how beautiful it was. When siting on the back of the truck was a treat, when believing that sight of the black and white ambassador will get us the salt or sweet treat. When it was fun to say Fauzi uncle TATA looking at the truck of army. 

Kuch aisa tha hamara Bachpan.. Are you missing those days sometimes i do..

Doordarshan Logo
Doordarshan Screen Saver
Tanna nana nana na.....

Bharat Ek Khoj
Mile sur mera tumhara...

Phool Khile hain gulshan gulshan...

Alif Laila
Byomkesh Bakshi
Moghuli and Baghira
I am a Complan Boy (Shahid Kapur) and I am a complan girl(Ayeshaa Takia)
The most Beautiful and Graceful Women... Salma Jee
I always wonder how did we survived in our times without phone and internet. A time when i broke my arm by falling from a cycle, and the whole recovering process was a fun and became an inspiration for me today to remember how tough and strong i was. When most of the time was passed reading champak, nanadan and series of Chacha Chaudhry and Pinky. 

The one thing is common between me and my son, still when it rains we make boats and go in rain. The only difference is i always sing the below few lines.... 

  यह दौल्त भी ले लो यह शौहरत भी ले लो
मगर मुझको लोटा दो मेरे बचपन का सावन
वो काग़ज़ कश्ती वो बारिश का पानी.....