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Monday, March 29, 2010

On his Shoulders...

Have I ever discussed my father with you??? He was and is a strong man…that is the first word I should be saying about him…Yes, a real strong man…. I don’t think, anybody else in his position would have survived all those hardships and that too with a smile & an ‘all time motto’ – “Don’t worry, everything will be OK…”… I too had gone through a varied set of severe problems and issues, but till date, I could never learn to say, “Don’t worry, everything will be fine…”…

My father, a typical orthodox, traditional MAN…who believed in Men are to rule and women to abide by his rules…who doesn’t liked the idea of Obeying another person…a person who believes in anybody and everybody, especially if the other was pushing him forward with praises…There was a General Public opinion about the men from the Caste we belonged to, “They are Egoists and Male Chauvinists….”…For a long time, my father was a Brand Ambassador for the men from our caste…

Apart from the behavioral pattern he inherited from the caste, personally he was a straight, innocent and loving man…He never discussed his problems or issues with his family for the reason that he didn't wanted to give tension to others...He cared about everybody but never knew how to show or express his love...or maybe he never wanted to express it...as he might have felt that as a Weakness of his...(bcoz I saw his love for me for the first time on the day I got married and was leaving for my husband's house...suddenly my dad was missing from the wedding hall...then I saw him at one corner of the exit area and as I went to him for his blessings - For the life time first time, he hugged me and kissed me and cried...The crowd who was witnessing this was thunder struck and I was more shocked...I never expected that...He was not sobbing...he was crying and still consoling me and telling me, "Dont cry, be happy...always be happy..." etc etc... None from the crowd could believe what they were seeing...None had words to console us...and trust me, even today, whoever (including my father)watch the video of those scenes ends up wetting their eyes with tears...it was such an emotional moment...and till date, my father hates the videographer who didn't miss to take even one glimpse of the whole scene....hahaha!!!)

Ok, back to the track...He always said ‘What he felt right’…and never thought of rephrasing his words so as to not hurt the other. What he said was right, but how he said that mattered to many…which he didn't care...(and somehow, many say, I am a replica of my father to a great extend…I too always tell out what I feel is right…whether others like it or don’t like it….)…I have heard many times my dad’s sisters or brothers commenting about me as… “Ha, afterall who is she…She is her father’s daughter only na…”

Anyways, my father belived in the ideology that, ‘Kids are to be kept at a distance, else they will sit on ur shoulder…’ For him, my mom was everything and she was the only person with whom he used to converse apart from the relatives…He never spoke to us unless otherwise he had to INSTRUCT us something…and thus my father was a stranger to me almost till I reached college…He never spoke to us unnecessarily…he never played with us…For me and my brother, he was somebody who we call Dad…who goes to office daily before we woke up and comes back after we sleep…who takes us to some holiday spot every summer vacation…who takes us to the movies every Saturday nights…That’s all we knew about him…We never felt, he cared for us or loved us…in short…HE WAS A TERROR for us…when he was at home, we never would even open our mouth…we were afraid of him…scared of his loud voice…and his strict pattern of life…For us, mom was the provider…whatever we wanted, she got it for us…(as years passed, we got matured enough to understand that she was a medium between us and dad…afterall, it was dad the ultimate provider…)

Even after the limited conversation between me and dad, still I might have loads and loads to tell u about him…bcoz he is one person who was the reason for me to grow strong…Directly, he never taught me how to live life…he never taught me how to face people…he never taught me anything…But indirectly, I learned from him…I learned from his life…I learned from his mistakes…I learnt from him how one shouldn’t be living your life…how one shouldn’t be facing people…how one shouldn’t be in many different ways…I saw how people utilized and misused him and his innocent nature…how people cheated him and left him stranded in a mess…how he faced every smallest problems with the most dare-devil heart….and that made me strong enough to face the big hardships of life…(some day, I will bring myself to write down those bitter stories that he and I had faced…afterall, what was the purpose of this blog….to vent out everything that my little heart held…)

With years, with the hardships he faced, with the life he saw… my dad changed a lot…his orthodox nature was diluted…his behavior became soft and friendly, he tried becoming friends with his children and family...He started giving value to what others had to say...But I know, deep inside he could never wash off the Egoism or Chauvinism…At times, it does come out in very little measures and his children, now no longer kids, points it out…He still hates it, when we try teaching him something…lol!!! But after all, who are we…We are his kids…Naturally, we would be having some traits of his for sure…

Today, at times I wonder, is this the same old person…Is this the same stranger who was a rare sight at home years back…Is this same person who never spoke to his children…Is this same person who was a terror to us…(trust me, today it’s his kids and especially his grandson who is a terror to him…) Especially when I see him piggy-backing my son and playing with him, I wonder - Is this the same person who used to say…

''Kids are to be kept at a distance, else they will sit on your shoulder…''



NB: I feel this post as really incomplete...as to explain my dad these are not enough...I would say I need to write down a whole epic about my father - Yesterday, Today and his transition from yesterday to today....uhmmm....

Friday, March 26, 2010

No more Job Hunts...

I always had a set of my own principles that I follow…As part of it I was always against this common policy “DON’T DO IT, IF U DON’T LIKE IT….OR DO IT JUST FOR THE SAKE OF IT…”… Rather, I believed in the principle, “WHATEVER U DO, DO UR BEST…WHETHER U LIKE IT OR DON’T LIKE IT…” and I did exactly as my principle said… for the past few years, I have been working hard…doing the best I can do…and do it in the most professional way…But the truth was… I was not happy with what I was doing…I was not happy with my career….

I always felt that I could do better…It wasn’t Over Confidence, but it was the confidence in me about my ability and determination…At work, I have been doing almost everything without any protest…I was happy, I had work to do…and felt happy when I was not sitting just websurfing…As long as one does his work, I am fine with the idea of reading, web surfing or any other personal work…But keeping ur work aside and then doing personal stuff…I hated that…and Unfortunately, that’s what I have been witnessing till last year…I saw my colleagues wasting their time keeping their work aside…and at the end found myself doing their work just because I was punctual at my work and was finishing it on time and thereby having enough time to do theirs also….

It didn’t matter what I did for them…but it did matter what was I doing there…and that part did depress me a lot…years passed by in this way…and then one day I got the termination letter…the feelings were mixed…I was not sad that I lost MY job…I was upset I lost my monthly salary…as I had a loan to repay…lol!!! But then, god didn’t let me down…he gave me a job in a different department in the same company….I was happy that now I can look forward for a change…a betterment in my career….I was looking forward for that change…

And nowwwwwwwww…..after the last two days, A positive belief have strengthened my hopes…I am sure, something good is going to happen…for me, for the company and for all my other hard working colleagues…Yes friends, we have a new CEO and COO and they are planning a whole lot of new and fresh strategy to develop the company….As part of that, there was a two days workshop for some selected staffs who were asked to give in their suggestions, feedbacks, opinions and ideas….and guess what, I WAS IN THE SELECTED FEW….

Finally, I feel, I AM A PART OF THIS ORGANISATION….I AM WANTED HERE…I WILL BE RECOGNISED FOR WHAT I DO….and trust me friends, it was a real good feeling to have…and I am cherishing it now…

After the workshop, we had a few short hilarious plays enacted by the workshop attendees including myself…Hehe, my team or rather our team bagged the Best Creative Play award…hehe!!!

(When we were told that we will have to do a play after the workshop, majority of them had this weird sort of feeling…saying… “God, Crazy….I am not going to act….This is weird…Nothing else to do or what….”… etc etc… But then, still every single person of the team worked hard to put up their plays and enacted it out so well, that none of us felt tired even after almost a 12 hour day…)

The awards just raised our spirits…hehe!!! Great, right???

Now guys, pray for my company…and pray for me…Change is happening and its soonnn going to show…

Above that, I have promised myself and made a big decision…

“I am no more going to look for a Job Change…No more Job Hunts...I am going to be a part of this change and work together for the betterment of the company’s future…and I will earn my worth from the company with my hardwork and determination”


NB: Hey Friends, Don't think, I am working in a newly setup company...Ours is a well established reputed company...its just that we are working together to take it to much better heights and establish it as the No: 1 in the whole world....All the Best to us....

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Love in the Air...

Tanda Daaaaaaang....…I got a love letter in the form of a romantic poem…oooohhh…from somebody called Crystal Diamond…Soon, I had to come out of the Cloud Nine or Ten…as from the email id it originated it looks like one of those stupid SPAM mails….grrrr….Still…

For the fantasy side of you…u too can enjoy this poem…it’s really a romantic one…

My LOVE is real
You can trust it.
You can let yourself fall -
My arms will catch you....

And make you believe in magic.

MY Love is real…
You can hear the sincerity of words
You may have doubted at other times,
from others lips
Kiss me and you'll believe it now...

My Love is real ..
You can see it in my eyes when I look at you..
When I talk about our future…
When I ask you to love me
As much as I love you.


Hope you guys enjoyed it…Wish I had got this years back…or maybe even now, if my hubby dear said this…it would have been nice….

Apart from that, whoever is this Crystal Diamond…I will kick ur ass for playing with my emotions and feelings…haha!!! After reading ur poem, I really went back to the YOUNG DAYS… Good work buddy!!! Keep it up…and please remember, u can keep on sending such poems…but beware not a VIRUS to accompany it…

Btw, friends, if any of you had received the same email before, pls do let me know…I am just trying to track down the Origin…just for the fun of it…

Till then, Wish each one of you has days filled with success & happiness and ur life be filled with Love in the Air.....

Friday, March 19, 2010

The Bunch of Monkeys...

Hurrayyy…I got a couple pass for a Magic Show…Hehe!!! I knew the magician was really famous and did know his job pretty well…putting himself into all sort of dangers and coming out of them with a smile that could defeat even the Miss.World winner…So I decided to use the tickets and watch the show…It would be a change…was not sure, if my two year son could enjoy a magic show in this age…but then decided to take him with me…

As usual, hubby dear didn’t like such Kiddish stuff…so, I had to push my mom to join me…(lol!!! Secret is I needed someone to manage my son…haha)…The ticket said Gates open at 03:30 and Show starts at 04:30pm…Pretty weird timing…grrr..and Summer is already here…and Seating was on First come First Serve…So decided to reach the gates much in advance to avoid a queue and the last seat….03:15 didn’t witness much of audience at the auditorium entrance. I could get the somewhere between 10th or 20th position in the queue..

Both the S’s were not favourable…the Scorching Sun and the Screeching Son…The Sun wanted to burn my head and the Son wanted to Eat my head…When I asked him to stay where there was some shade, he preferred sitting on the steps where the Sun had its full Show…I had to literally give a Study Class to my Son…uhmm…Made him quiet for sometime…It was past 3:30 already and no signs of opening the bloody gates…and I could see much unfortunate people standing in the sun behind me…a long queue was already there…

Finally the door opened by 03:45 and there comes a BIG BAD MAN (BBM)…absolutely true to the name…He was showing his pity on us when he said… “I will let u all in now…but u cannot go inside the auditorium. Bcoz it is hot, U can stand inside the hall and wait in queue for 1hour…” grrrrrrrrrrrr…What the Hell…!!! ONE hour??? Show is not starting at 0400???and neither at 04:30??? HELL..HELL…

Now, we started waiting and waiting…the straight queue started getting zig zags as and when people came in…everybody wanted to be in the comforts of the Airconditioner…so naturally they were sweet enough to became narrow Zig-Zagged queue…Me and Mom was happy..we are not the other other of the queue,…we are at the starting point…
It was already 0500pm….that was even past the 1 hour the BBM had mentioned earlier…and finally there comes his head at the entrance of the Auditorium…and with all heart I was expecting a Positive Announcement from him…But that wasn’t coming that easily to me today evening….as he Screamed out… “All of you we will send you in after 20minutes…”

And there came a big howling voice from someone in the queue..guess he was more irritated than me…uhm…and to my horror..or rather to my son’s horror, the first voice was accompanied by a team of others…and the room reverberated with the Howling voice of a gang of Wolves...ooops!!! Men…My son who was playing with some other kids came running to me and I had to carry him after that…He was scared…He was showing me faces as if something was there to be afraid of … “Amma, SHHOUND…SHOOO…GHOST” …uhmmm!!! He was getting a treat of such voices for first time…

What happened after that was still more terrible…As the howling turned to shoutings and soon fightings…people started yelling at the organizers…in between the BBM committed the most idiotic mistake he could have done…He shouted.. “If u want to go in…stand in one line…” ..Tadaaaa….there goes the queue…from all sides people just pushed and squeezed into the decent queue…Thus people who were at the last end of queue pushed themselves into the start of the queue…Naturally this irritated the public more..and they started yelling and pushing and fighting…

I could feel myself being squeezed from all side by people trying to get in first…I was worried of my son who was in my hands…He started off saying… “Amma, Sleeep…I want to sleep…” It was evident he was scared by the push and pull…He might have thought by closing his eyes to the world, he can ward off the trouble…Poor Kid…What more is in store for him in this world…Only time will show him…

I was trying to protect my son…Myself was feeling suffocated by then…and I was literally floating…being pushed from all side…Couldn’t imagine such a decent queue suddenly transforming and behaving like a herd of animals…Shame to the Animal gender too…uhmm…

Anyways, I was somehow near the door…and was just one step into safety…suddenly one old man..maybe some 50+years suddenly pushed and squeezed himself to overtake me and I was about to fall…He overtook me and entered the hall…I WAS ANGRY….but what made me loose my limits was what he did next…As I was trying to control myself and take my last step to safety, this IDIOT started pulling another man's hand (who was standing behind me…) …

THAT WAS IT…I LOST IT….I suddenly stopped still…I held my hand between the two and just screamed at the one behind me….

“WHAT THE HELL….STOP…WHAT R U TRYING TO DO…PUSHING AND PULLING…BLOODY, CANT U SEE THERE R KIDS AND LADIES IN THIS GROUP….CAN U WAIT FOR ONE SECOND SO THAT THEY CAN PASS BY SAFELY….NOW STOP THERE AND WAIT TILL I PASS…”

The first reply from the guy behind me (who the other guy was trying to pull out) was “Oh, sorry, OK OK, you go in…”

Not noticing the intensity the one in the front again tugged against his friend’s hand…and there I lost it again…

“HELLO, MISTER…DON’T U HAVE THE LEAST MANNERS…DO U THINK WE R WAITING HERE FOR COCONUTS…WE R ALSO TRYING TO GO INSIDE…PUSHING MY BABY AND MYSELF AND SQUEEZED URSELF OUT AND NOW PULLING ON PEOPLE WHO R BEHIND US EVEN…???”

And his reply shocked me… “THAT IS MY SONNN….”

My first response was… “FATHER OR SON…WAIT TILL WE PASS NOW…”

And then I took my last step and was inside the Auditorium…I turned and saw the man’s son…a son who was almost 30-40years old…

God, what has happened to these men, I don’t know…Doesn’t a 30-40 year old man know to find his way to the auditorium himself…does his father has to pull him disrupting the whole crowd…People really need to be educated on ethics and manners…

Finally I was seated safely with my mother…my son was slowly getting OK…I could just swear angrily for this Atrocious behavior of these Bunch of Monkeys…and of all the queue-jumpers this particular Father-Son duo got the best share of my piece of mind that evening…A good evening was almost spoiled by these brats…I thought at heart…

We had to still wait for another hour for the show to start…Still the show was colorful and really nice…Thanks to the magician who did his trick absolutely well…He was damn good at his job…Even my son enjoyed the show…atleast he enjoyed the colours and the song and dance styles of the magician and his team…Finally, it made me calm and eased our tension off…

But can I ever forget them….the Father-Son duo…the Queue Jumpers…

"The Bunch of Monkeys…."

NB: I am really sorry to the Monkey Genre, for comparing you to these Queue Jumpers...I know, it is a shame to you...But it was just a phrase I used and means no insults to you....

Monday, March 15, 2010

Mensaa...Mensii....Mensuuu...

During school days, the first hour after lunch break started at 01:15pm….You can imagine how we kids would be…after a heavy lunch the first class was always hell…drooping down with sleep and even snoring at times…

There were students who could even sleep with their eyes open…I have tried…never could succeed…somehow, my head hit the desk top many a times with a bang and I would try covering it up by acting as if I was just kneeling down to take some pencil or book from the floor…To be frank, I used to even deliberately drop things to the floor and then stoop below the desk just to close my eyes for atleast 1 minute…

Now to my story…That year, most of the days in a week, the first hour after lunch break was Mathematics…and we were taught by a Nun…We called her Sister Theo…She was damn strict and did know real Mathematics…Yeah, she really knew all the mathematics that her students could play with her…Naturally, she had crossed our age long back and didn’t need much intelligence to understand that she could find majority of her students sleeping off…

To avoid this situation, one fine day she came up with her so called BRILLIANT IDEA…(brilliant just to her…and for all of us, it was the worst idea to be implemented ON us….) Uhmm…so, what she did was…every day, during her class, she kept aside the the first 10 minutes for Exercise…grrrrr…Yeah, u guessed right…the real 1(Hands Up)…2 (Hands Down)…3 (Hands to the Side)…4 (Hands Down) Exercise…and it didn’t take much time for us to HATE her idea…and start praying if she had fallen sick and didn’t come to the class…lol!!!

Anyways…days passed…we used to get upset just by the thought that we had to go through this Exercise routine soon after lunch…Jumping and Running…Hopping and Shaking…Gosh…Wasn’t it boring…Ask me…The worst was that we had to witness occasional glances and sarcastic smiles from onlookers….uhmm…when someone cross our classroom door…and they see the students doing such silly exercises inside the confined space of the classroom…they could never go off with a Laugh…and we, students, did our level best not to end up looking like FOOLS….

In between, students started coming daily with excuses to not to do the exercise each day…Some had headache, some had fever, some had asthma…some had this…and some had that….as the number of excuses started soaring, Sister Theo gave her next RULE…. “NO EXCUSES…”…Even if you are going to faint, still you have to participate in this exercise regime…

Point to be noted here was…Till that day, I was Sister Theo’s pet…I was the Best Girl for her…I did everything she asked to…I was punctual, clean, well dressed etc…and now I was in a tiff…I hated the exercise, but couldn’t show it out..as it could affect my reputation…uhmm…I had to go through the PAIN daily…with 100% smile and enthusiasm on my face and frustration and desperation (for the damn thing to get over) in my heart….Anyways, I never came up with any excuses…It could tarnish my personal stand with Sister Theo…lol!!!

The D-Day…I was having a real bad headache and really didn’t wanted to exert myself with the daily routine…I knew, my excuse might not work with her…and I didn’t wanted to either try my luck as I didn’t wanted to risk myself getting embarrassed IF SHE SAID NO EXCUSES…lol!!

Sister Theo entered the classroom…there was a sigh of dismay amongst the students…how much they wished if she hadn’t come that day…uhm…Me too….!!! Soon, I saw a number of my classmates walking towards her with their Bundle of Excuses…and soon I heard Sister Theo shouting…

“Everybody listen, I don’t want any of you to come to me with excuses… I am not going to accept any such thing from any of you…Only those of you are having Me_ _ _ can skip the exercise…Rest all of you start with me…”

Now, I wasn’t actually listening carefully to what she was saying… For the same reason I didn’t exactly hear WHO SHE HAD GIVEN EXEMPTION TO…I just heard some word that started with "M" and I assumed it to be Migraine…and there goes me…plunging down into my seat….I was finally happy…Sister Theo was so understanding to know that I had Migraine and she exempted me from exercise, I thought thankfully…

But what I missed was a sudden rush of whispers between my friends in the class…They started looking at me in the most ODD way…I wondered WHY…WHAT… I guessed, “Uhmm, maybe they are thinking I am lying…” …I looked at them and showed action that I was not lying and indeed I was not well…They were laughing at me with alarming looks in their eyes…I was like… “Uh…what is the problem with them…”… Unexpectedly, I found that I was the only person who had Headache that day and the rest of the class had already started their exercise…I was comfortably sitting in my chair when I saw different Hilarious poses as my classmates did their exercise…hehe!!! It was fun…

Exercise over…a set of mathematics class also done…finally the bell rang …time for the next teacher to come in…As soon as Sister Theo left, I saw my best friend S and R running towards me…some others too joined…they were excited for some reason…and S asked…

“Hey, you…why did you lie…Why did you sit…”

I said, “No, I didn’t lie…I was really having headache…”

R said, “But Sister didn’t ask you to sit for headache…then how could you sit…”

I said, “Noooooooo…Sister told…She told all those who had migraine to sit…and I have migraine…”

S and R started laughing… “You idiot….She didn’t say Migraine…She said Menstruation…Do you even know what does that mean…and u openly told in front of all other students you have it….haha!!!”

I still couldn’t get the joke of it…as stupid enough I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT WAS MENSTRUATION….grrrrrrrrrr…

I was sweating by now… “Hey, but then what does this Mesi…Mensa...Mensation mean…”

S continued.. “Stupid…Not Mensation..Menstruation…GO ask your mother…” and then all of them dispersed laughing to each other…ON ME….

I was left wondering…WHAT THE HELL…

Finally, I had to go home and after much hesitation had to ask mom “afterall what was this Mesn….” Gosh, I could never pronounce that word for long time…Anyways, my mom explained in a short way…Think, even she was a bit embarrassed to explain it to a girl who was just 10 years old…

But you can imagine, my situation in the class after that day…For long time I was teased by my class mates…They never left a chance without pulling my leg on that incident...Very often as I walked by, I could hear them calling out…

“Mensaaaaaa…..Mensiiiiiii……Mensuuuuuuuuu…”

Friday, March 12, 2010

From the Memory to Finger Tips...

After years…I am attempting to check my ability in writing a poem…and this is what I could jot down…. Right from my finger tips into this blog…

Deep in my heart….
The only one heart…
Sweet Memories keep hunting me…
And deep in my soul…
I know you are the one…


Great one, right…!!! Please do let me know how good am I at such poems…especially right from my thoughts and memories into the blog…You can even hear it online…Only thing is that my voice is too blocked for now…Else I could have sung it out for you…

Hey, btw…before I forget to say…I don’t want any of you coming and complaining to me that you have heard this before…You might have…

Becauseeeeeeee....
"Did I ever say it was my creation…I just typed it down…copied it right from what I remembered off an old film song...lol!!! "




NB: May God save my soul from your grudge...hehe!!!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

A Healthy Freedom...

Haa…it’s been a tough week…going through some real tension and pressure…uneasiness gulped me up the past few days…enveloped in an uncertainty… due to a feeling of not knowing anything…Yeah, the days really made me tired…had no time for the head ache…or rather, the headache was always there, but there were more serious issues to be tackled…so the presence was not given value….uhmm…really…its absolutely true when I say… “The illness of your loved ones can wash off any amount of your illness…” and especially if he is your blood…your own baby...Your Son…

Yes, all this while, I have been telling about my mother, my father, my brother….Never did I mention about my dear son…maybe because I didn’t wanted to bring him into the story of my Past…I wanted to cross all those past stories and then come to the Story of Present…The present tense with my son….My dear little Rascal…

An unexpected turn of events was what I witnessed last week…One day he was absolutely well and the next day I am sitting beside him at the hospital in the Intensive Care Unit…I didn’t have any idea how it happened or why… just knew that my little sweet heart was absolutely sick…

When my mom called me at office in the afternoon and told me he doesn’t seem OK, I assumed… “Maybe a bad nose block…like me, he too had a bad nose…” … I took my own sweet time to leave office and reach home…One look at his face and I had to curse my damn assumption…I could see him right in front of me trying hard to inhale a decent amount of air…He wasn’t crying, but he was giving out a weeping murmur…which made me sick…

I had to literally carry him and rush to the car and sped my way through the busy road…Cursed every single vehicle that came in front of me and Yelled at the heavy traffic block…Wished I could get hold of one of those Police cars and take my son to the safety of a Hospital…after much of harrow I ran into the doctor’s consulting room…he didn’t waste his time to have a proper consultation…just a look at my son’s breathing pattern was more than enough for him…

After a set of Nebulisation, he knew it was not enough…Next moment I saw him yelling at the nurse for not having ICU bed ready for the baby…Tears filled my eyes and so I couldn’t see where I was walking to…I just followed the nurse…hugging on to my son against my chest…I could feel his chest pumping up hard against my chest…He was wheezing in the most scariest way...I hated myself for not leaving early from office to take him to the doctor…

Soon, he was in the ICU bed…with all sorts of tubes and wires and oxygen masks on him…Poor boy…he didn’t even cry when the nurses injected him a number of times…because the pain he was going through otherwise was much worse…I lie near him hugging him…I knew, he was scared…I too was…but gave him all assurance…"Mamma is there with you, baby…."

Anyways, that is past now…its been 7 days now…Thanks to the almighty and the doctors and the nurses at the hospital for their care and concern...He was discharged yesterday…and, now all is well…or rather my dear baby is absolutely fine and on the best of his spirits…Doctors advised for rest…but that could be the last thing that he could be following at this moment of his spirits…

After all, what can a 2 year old know, when we tell him to take rest….how can I explain to him how sick he was…how can I tell him… “Baby, you had a infection in your blood…and that caused your Breathing tubes to get tightened and narrowed and thereby restricting oxygen intake….which inturn caused Lack of Oxygen into the Heart and thereby raised the Heart & Pulse rate…and that is absolutely serious…So, please take rest till you are absolutely recovered…” ….He is going to just stare at my face as if I just said some funny crazy story…

For him, he just had independence…Freedom from the hospital bed…Freedom from the Oxygen mask…Freedom from the IV fluid and the tubes and injections…Freedom from the wires from all sort of medical equipments…Freedom to run around and not stay in the bed 24/7…Freedom to do whatever he want…Freedom to do the most craziest thing he could…Freedom to pull down the dishes over his head…Freedom to switch off the lights and drag the pillows to the floor…

Frankly speaking…He was lost…He couldn’t imagine what he wanted to do…He’s bashing into anything and everything and making us crazy running behind him…threatening him that we will put him back into the hospital bed for the injection….lol!!!

As family and friends called to check how is he doing…my one line could explain everything…uhmm...it might sound strange for comparing my sweetheart like that that...but then, it matched so much to his present spirits...I just said...

“Oh, What to say…He has washed off his illness and right now is enjoying his freedom…Just like a Dog who was let free from his kennel after days …”