My name is not Khan and I am not a Muslim, but I just fell in love with the movie not because it has Shah-Rukh-Khan, simply because it is beyond being a Khan or a Muslim.
What a pleasant surprise it is to get a “wake-up” call from an old friend, baring the long distance, finding time from busy schedules, forgetting about initiatives, and above all keeping you in mind and heart even while watching a movie is commendable. Hats-off to a dear friend, who is in Bangalore for “waking me up” from the deep slumber. It was a pleasant morning on the weekend, when almost the world around me was up and alive, but I was still dreaming….dreaming about the past few months when I had almost planned the rest of my near future, thinking about the whys and hows, having pleasure in feeling almost accomplished, I just didn’t want to get up to face the reality, which was no way near to my dream…pat I get a call, but fast asleep enjoying a virtual life in my dream I was in two minds to answer or not to answer the call. Thinking that the call must be to wish me New Year, to which I could always call back later, I wanted to dream on a bit more, but then since it was Soni, I ...
Can’t believe it! Recently, someone asked me how big is your lil one now? Well, it’s the first time someone asked me such a question in the past seven months or so and I wondered what to answer and started thinking that he is big enough to sit for a while without any support, smart enough to make an attempt to crawl or roll over to reach out for his favourite toys, wants to be left alone to see his feet moving, loud enough to initiate talks when no one hears him out, intelligent enough to not to go to strangers and innocent enough to smile genuinely even without a reason and kind enough to spread happiness wherever he goes… But then yes, this seven months old mama’s boy is too small to be left alone unattended, needs someone to change his diapers, bathe him, take him to parks, read bed time stories and then there is so much, which, I, as a mother, feel he simply can’t do without me (Nice feeling though for a few more years)!! Someone rightly said, once a mother, always a mothe...
Posted on 19/06/2016 by Dailyexcelsior Ticktack, ticktack….and here you go…your body clock is ticking five in the morning, oh no…not again…how you wish it wasn’t, but then what the h*** such is life and you somehow manage to push yourself yet again against the wish of your reflexes to go straight to your mission…awaiting in those four walls of a ‘holy’ kitchen. While you are doing this… your mind is working on that…what next…hurry…c’mon… what after this…and eyes on a constant look out for what is over in that Burney or a jar, what new to bring, what else to dispose, how to preserve…Oh my God you just can’t ignore those dust granules which keep finding their way back… and oh no how about those things that are left here and there, everywhere, except for their ‘sacred’ place…..Once all this and that of your ‘thankless’ job-cum-moral duty is done… you still manage to erect your back, get back to your sanity and stand somehow straight yet again to answer all the que...
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