Thursday, June 09, 2011

First lines penned with my WATERMAN

" Days and nights are meant to pass,
Men and Knights are meant to last.
Ways to move and moves that change,
Reigns the script as golden text."

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

My Michelle – Series (part 1)

Since I got inspired by my good friend to return to writing (blogging rather), I have been pondering on the topics that I should start writing on. Like an enthusiastic fresher on the first day of the job, I was bubbling with ideas and topics. However, the methodical me in me prompted to list out and prioritize the ideas… ooh… I have truly become a ‘corporate habitant’. Then it occurred to me, nothing bigger happened to me over the last 3 years of my silence than this new ‘life’ in my life; my Michelle.

Michelle has been a dream since I was 15. She has been an inspiration to me since then, as much as she is today. Closest of my friends know that Michelle was born to me in 1995, till she chose to find me on 9th of April 2008. My wife Elsa let go her career to get Michelle to me. I am indebted to her for that.

Michelle was born to me as an ideology… a depressing news line on the declining ratio of girl child in Indian society. It hurt me a lot to know that people could have so much filth against girl child; I had never witnessed any. I couldn’t fathom the thought that people eliminate their new born just because she is a girl. All the ladies I knew then were very nice to me (they still are) and I had such lovely friends from the opposite gender! My ideology became my pledge and my pledge became my desire since then. My desire reached its peak on 26th September 2007 (incidentally my birthday) when Elsa came up to me with the wonderful news that she’s carrying. The most magical moment however, was at 11:48am on the 09th of April 2010 when the God appeared in the form of a doctor and entrusted Michelle to me.

Michelle has been the light for me through out. Her inspiration kept me going in all thick and thin. When I was down with a sinking career and growing aspirations, she was the burning desire which took me through. When she opened her eyes for the first time that day evening and saw me, silent words were exchanged, “ I have arrived”.