Babies

As the title reads,this post is about babies.This was the first video made by me,few days after i got my PC,at the age of 14.I had used windows movie maker and you will neither find any kind of special effects nor any extravagancy in this video.Yet,this video will always remain special for the simple reason that this is the first video made by me.I oblige for the utter mediocracy(you will find myriad faults while you go through this video) in posting this "childish" video......however this video holds a special place is my heart.

Without further ado,i present to you........

U Inspire Me

Readers i feel very proud to present this post. 

Immaculately dressed as always,she arrives at our home at 7:30am,seven days a week.If we aren't in-we trust her completely-she has a spare key.Her stylish attire and humble behaviour belie the fact that she gets very little sleep and has been working at other houses and her own ,since 4:00am.Pratima Hazra,38,is our maid.
     
She has been our maid for the past five years,from the time we have shifted to our new home.She is a true
depiction of hope ,hard work , simplicity and triumph.She is my best friend(i call her "Pishi")-lending her ears to every shit that i share with her.She offers practical solutions-much better than what we come across in
solutions corners of magazines,newspapers,internet,and television shows.She always wears an everlasting smile belying the fact that she toils hard every second to make both ends meet.

She is a mother of 2 daughters,1 son and has two grandkids.Walking in,pishi starts on with her 'routine' work
of  cleaning utensils ,sweeping ,mopping ,washing clothes and other works that my mother asks for.She tells,"I treat every home as my very own" which very well gets expressed through her gentle behaviour and mannerisms.She never forgets to switch off the fans and lights before she leaves any room and often scolds me when i forget to do the same.She makes me understand that my father's hard earned money should not be wasted-she is no one of my kith and kin,yet it is her behaviour that makes us feel she is our very own.

Pishi's own life has been a hard one.She was married at 12 to a man who has been in and out of work.Though pishi slogs away without a day's break,he's is thoroughly oblivion,returning heavily drunk every single day wasting pishi's money.Pishi gets beaten up every day by him yet hardly relates her anxiety and sorrow to others."I want my son to grab a job and get settled so that he can be married,"she says.But her son,never bothered to complete school-pishi's strongest regret.

After working 17 hours a day,she returns home tired.Her husband and son returns late,so it will be 11pm before she has her own dinner, and past midnight before she gets any rest.But she is too buy too realize what a difference she is making-she's one of the countless woman who toils hard to keep their families happily together.You are an inspiration pishi.

Miles Between Us.......

I want to hold your hands and walk distant miles,

Resting my head on your shoulders,

Want to share with you every bit of mine.

But distance is what refrains me from doing so.

I want you to hear everything i have to say,

For you are the one who can make my happiness grow and keep my sadness away,

I close my eyes and blabber stuff hogwash into your ears,

And then open my eyes to see that you were nowhere there.

My heart writhes in pain when i think of those days,

When you used to hold me tight and set every wrong thing right,

When you used to caress my hair just to make me realize that the 'world' is fair,

Sweetheart, when will those days come back again?

Loneliness grips me amidst huge crowds,

Incessant tears burns my eyes and rolls down,

I know you could have never seen me cry...

But ,hey what happened that now that's only a lie?

I wait for those few moments when i see you smile,

And  i get to surrender myself into thine.

But within minutes reality creeps in and time calls us to be distant again,

Then I hold you tight to stop you from leaving me again...

I know the distance bleeds you from within,

But dear we know that our soul is one and can never take part in ripping.

Let us fight time for God wants us to do so,

And my tryst with you will forever continue.......

The cord of my life.........Maa

           "A mother is not a person to lean on, but a person to make leaning unnecessary"-Dorothy Fisher


My Maa........A superwoman with the perfect blend of everything.She is a woman i have always looked up to and will continue to do so.It is merely her presence that brings in freshness everywhere around.You will find her jovial,making fun most of the time but she becomes strict whenever the situation demands.Though she is a strict disciplinarian yet she remains to be my best friend.She shares with me all my problems ranging from trivial studies,infatuations to important "mother-daughter" issues.

When i was a child the first word that i uttered was "Maa".Till date it has been the same word that comes to my mouth both in times of joy and sorrow.She held my little hands to make me write the first letter of the English alphabet.I remember getting scoldings and even thrashings from her when i used to mess around.I cried and then there was her hand wiping away my tears and embracing me with all her warmth and love.I remember coming back home all gloomy and sulky after faring bad at exams,but before i could tell her everything she understood all in a moment that something went wrong.Shankar Mahadevan rightly sang

                         "Tujhe Sab Hain Pata, Hain Na Maa
                          Tujhe Sab Hain Pata,Meri Maa"

 Eventually i entered my teens.Again she was there to make me understand that "Parambrata Chattopadhyay"(my first crush) could never be mine...made me realize the myriad surprising roles teen harmones play.One day i came back from school and told my mother "Maa,today a boy expressed his love for me".......looked at her with a throbbing heart thinking about the way she would react and surprisingly found her laughing and making fun of the situation.That is my mother,always providing solace whenever i have a wounded heart. I tried to imitate and assimilate the way my mother dressed up but unfortunately never managed to look as beautiful as her.She has never preached the values of life but has let me to explore "LIFE" on my own.Happiness for my mother is always woven around me.

Now that i have entered into the world of adulthood she is still the strongest pillar beside me.Maa,i am sorry for causing u pain a number of times.Writing a few lines is vague and can never define you,Maa.You are inexplicable."God could not be everywhere,so He created mothers".......and i am sure God took extra and special care while creating mine........I love you Maa.........