Weeds of Hope

Probably some years down the time lane…when I look back at this time…I would laugh and say..”Oh that was also a time..when I thought that life was so difficult..”….hopefully things would be better then…ahh hope…well u cannot help but hope…and generally you hope for the better…a hungry person hopes that hopefully he would find food the other day…a poor fellow hopes of getting rich…a lonely person hopes to find company…a loser hopes to be a winner…etc..etc…

I wonder how much to hope and what to hope for?? I have been trying to find an answer to this.. I tried not being too hopeful…but didn’t succeed.. I tried shunning all hopes…but who can do that?? Even in times when I thought I would not let the flowers of hope blossom in my heart…they did…I guess they are some wild shrubs or weeds, that are so stubborn that they find their way out into this world… don’t need any care… Even when the summer heat of sorrow wilts the other plants, even when the winds of failure uproot all the other trees and plants …these weeds of hope still continue to stay alive… And in that way they still make your garden look less lifeless… these weeds sometimes bloom and give you flowers as well…not as beautiful as the flowers of success and love…but still beautiful enough.

There are times when you are so upset that you just uproot these weeds… You decide no there isn’t going to be a garden here anymore. You make the whole place concrete…and you say to yourself..”Now no hope”… but na na na…these weeds find some small little crack or a tiny opening…and greet you with their sheepish smile… told you they were stubborn!!! You don’t want these wild plants to be there at your place, but in a way you thank them..not on their face..no your ego won’t let  you do that.  On their face you say “Ohh you tiny little nemesis back again!!”, but as you pass them you smile to yourself… that’s what these shrubs do to you…they make you smile even when you don’t want them to…

But yeah I told you they are weeds. So sometimes they do damage the garden, when left for too long and when they are made to grow too big… So better take care…And boss it’s up to you to decide what you do to these weeds of hope……

MAA….

There can never be enough words to describe a mother…I read it today that the word “Maa” or “Mother” is an epic in itself….So whenever I think of words to describe you I cannot… in fact there is no one in the world who can ever describe you….You are the most amazing creation of God. You cry when I do well…coz you are happy and I see you thanking God for that..You cry when I’m sad and I see you praying to God to make things well for me...You smile when you are happy to make us smile… You smile when you are in pain…so as to assure us that no you are alright and no one needs to worry about you… You scold me when I make mistakes..so that I can be on the right track..you even scold me when I’m doing something good so as to avoid that evil eye kind of thing…You encourage me to do good things…and still encouraged me when I had made some really bad chapattis..Saying that “Don’t lose heart, you’ll do good”…You complain that you have to do all the household work..And when we come to help..You ask us to concentrate on our studies, you’ll do that all on your own...I have never seen a more selfless person on Earth than you mom..What is it that makes you so good? Have you always been like this?? I know you have always been like this…and motherhood only aggravated this selflessness… Maa you make me wonder what makes this unconditional and perennial river of love for your kids going on and on??? You can get up in the middle of the night if I say I’m not feeling well..and stay awake to ensure that I’m sound asleep… I remember you scolding me in the day for some mischief and when I used to go to bed you would come and sit by my side and be upset for the day and then kiss me on the forehead… I wonder that whenever I have a bad dream and I’m awake how can you know about it? As I can find you outside my door wondering whether I’m awake or not and worrying if I’m fine… You can make up a whole lot of dishes that match all our tastes and demands.. You are such a good soul that you find everyone in this world good…You are stupendous…how can you bear all our tantrums?? You have this incredible power to forgive… What are you some kind of Saint or what? And even if I ransack my memory n number of times I cannot find a single moment when I have seen you pray or even wish something for yourself… Amazing..startling..wonderful..remarkable…marvelous…what should I call you…but forget it like I said before..there are and can never be enough words to describe you…You are MAA….

And all your kids love you in their own stupid ways..

And yes ….Happy Mother’s Day….