manku...

Now…. Meet this dude.. mayank urff manku urff bhai…he is 3 years younger to me.. and boy… how cute he is.. he is hell of a hard worker and put it all to convert his dreams into reality but somewhat unlucky he has been so far. He has always ended up in the skies whenever he has aimed for the stars. But one day he, I am sure, will achieve whatever he wants and will achieve with a thump on the face of the devil of misfortunes.
Our childhood memories are still fresh in my mind like everything happened yesterday; when we used to have a fight twice in an hour (in the absence of pitaji.. obviously).. for tv., for games or if nothing for that matter.. pulling each other’s legs. In those light and heavy fights of ours.. there was only one person who intervened to remind us to study and complete the homework… maaa. I remember the day when in some serious anger I slapped u real hard… and that day .. you did not retaliate… just sobbed sitting in a corner of another room so that mom couldn’t come to know… That day.. I realized what I had done. I made u cry… n decided that I will control my anger and will never use my hand on you and on anyone else. I tried hard … really.. and probably now I am what I wanted to be.. this is all because of you.. because I love u so much that could not se you crying… I know …. You are in a fictitious pressure to prove your metal...as you think that I have achieved what I wanted to (JEE yaar).. but you don’t worry dear.. you will definitely make it happen… WE will make it happen for US.. and let me tell you.. you are more competent, more focused, more planned and more laborious than me and u don't need to prove that to anyone. there is nothing but luck that may come between you and your success .. just have faith in yourself and you will turn all odds in your favour.. finally… I want to say .. keep smiling.. u rock dear.. love u!!! :)

maaa...

makkhan ki saundhi roti par.. khatti chatni jaisi maa
chauka, basan, chimta, funknii jaisi maa...
.....yaad aati hai..
Meet this cutie pie..melii maa. She is a darling …sachchiii!! I love her loaadz and so does she. I don’t know how, but she is able to guess each and every need, worry and mistake of us. That too every time, without fail. She performs terrible in mathematics and paper work. So much so that she can’t even remember whether her signatures are in Hindi or in English. Due to this, we fall in serious troubles some times and this makes her the target of the anger of pitaji. but her not being so good at mathematics doesn’t mean that she is has been a bad student. She is M.A. first class in Sanskrit and has won gold medals in each of her university examinations. She is the one, who keeps the things moving smoothly, always keeps up the courage and has a firm belief in God. She is our inspiration in every crunch situation and she always manages to steer us through. I know, she secretly wishes had she had a daughter too who could help her in her household work but she never expresses this before us. I love her dishes especially “khir”. She has been a friend too, whenever I needed one. I shared many things with her which most of the Indian mothers don’t with their offspring. She truly is a great mom.. n mom one thing more… which I usually say in your ears… “love u”.. mmuaahh

pitaji.

Meet my father, Mr. Bhagwat Prasad or simply put, pitaji! Probably I will never come to know, how much he loves us (me and my brother) because he will never show this to us. But I know how much he cares for us. I remember the day I slipped off the stairs and landed on the ground sliding over 6-7 stairs. He rushed like never before and could have picked me up in his arms had I been a small little kid. I was walking with my hand on his shoulders and almost forgot about my pain. That day, I got the glimpse of a heart- full of love- hidden behind those scary eyes. Eyes which could kill us even without a word if riveted upon us in full red. I remember those childhood days too, when we watched tv. for 10 hours at a stretch in his absence and never switched on the tv when he was home. Such was his terror. But that too was for our good. (Ye mujhe ab samajh aaya) Your non-stop instructions to study, to work hard, not to spend too much money, not to fight (with mayank), every thing (that you used to say pitaji and u still say) now seems to have a deep meaning. Now you don't interrupt me much, don't instruct me much. Probably you think that I have grown up and I would mind. But Lt me tell you I wouldn't. Finally, I want to say - probably I too wouldn’t be able to say this; ever-I LOVE YOU pitaji

exploring myself..

Now that you have the slightest of the idea as to what kind of a person I am, I want you to know about the people who matter the most in my life. First, i will introduce my family to you… unfortunately I wouldn’t be able to show you the pictures. :(

about me..

In next few lines, i am going to introduce you people out there reading this blog to a person who probably doesn’t like himself much. Rarely smiles, and never when it is most needed, but likes to use it a lot, when thrown into those serious afflictions of life. Barely speaks on his own, bun can tell his heart out if cajoled. Tries to satisfy everyone around and ends up disgruntled himself in the process. Has a firm belief in God and that every thing that happens happens for a reason. So, everything will fall in place at the end of the day. Thinks of himself as a tortoise amidst hares and hence keeps working towards his goal assiduously. Currently is caught up in a rat race and making himself armed to combat this economic crisis and end up having a nice paying job like anybody else in the town. That’s what he was supposed-expected-prepared-programmed to do.This is Bhaskar for you. Want to write something and write what I could not speak. This is my Koshish to assert myself in this unnatural yet modern mode of communication. Hope I achieve what I intend to.