tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808841719274832192024-09-14T17:09:22.920-07:00a journey towards eternitySiddharthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04012747042515614464noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080884171927483219.post-75566913059977862282010-08-28T21:01:00.000-07:002010-08-28T21:01:22.117-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZCG95M3A09BR1wf-sMob-NUZkGWdLptQXz7WMMOxIPdy_nkj9due_JljVBsCz2OB7QQBU4dj2H_T98g1N7QOKtOLho8_ccPJtN9kOimPdQ5Q5rKUzmdStY0vuYUWck68-7101j-PLU2n/s1600/boy_girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZCG95M3A09BR1wf-sMob-NUZkGWdLptQXz7WMMOxIPdy_nkj9due_JljVBsCz2OB7QQBU4dj2H_T98g1N7QOKtOLho8_ccPJtN9kOimPdQ5Q5rKUzmdStY0vuYUWck68-7101j-PLU2n/s320/boy_girl.jpg" /></a></div>The girl was standing at my doorstep. She was carrying a steel rod and started playing with the rod.<br /> <br /> <b>Our conversation:</b><br /> Girl: Say, you were the gate keeper.<br /> She said while placing the rod across the doorway. It looked like a&nbsp;check-post. The steel rod was two times taller than her height.<br /> <br /> Me: Your ticket, please.<br /> I pretended to be the real gatekeeper.<br /> <br /> Girl: Here it is.<br /> She stretched out her cute little palm right away, as if, she intended to show me the ticket.<br /> <br /> Me: But that's an used ticket.<br /> I was really eager to play for some more time... So I objected to her. Rule was that to enter the room she must have a valid ticket. And I were to check the validity of the ticket. She would try to defend that the ticket had no problem...<br /> <br /> But both of us heard the squawk. "Come on! You are getting late for school!"<br /> <br /> And she immediately flew away.<br /> <br /> These are the moments anyone can hardly forget in his lifetime - playing with kids, pretending to be a shopkeeper at one point of time, a teacher, a student, or a doctor even! Our little angel makes me her most unbearable students a lot of time in a day. She allots homeworks, scribes on my notepad, directs me to complete lessons, sometimes even I am to dance with the rhythm of her nursery rhymes!<br /> <br /> I thanked God each time for creating this priceless moments for me.<br /> <br /> <b>But at times things can be annoying.</b><br /> <br /> This is exactly what happened the last night.<br /> I was obsessed with my desktop computer. There were noises originating from myriads of sources&nbsp;distracting&nbsp;my attention. They were playing with our little angel. And I committed a mistake. You might know, there are things you can't reverse in Internet. It just happened. And I reacted immediately.<br /> <br /> "What's the rubbish going on here! Stop all&nbsp;nuisance! I just can't work!".<br /> <br /> And I went out.<br /> <br /> While I returned I sensed an atmosphere of terror inside. The gathering was dispersed like some evil spirit had &nbsp;exploded a bomb. I felt like that "Selfish Giant", an&nbsp;adamant, self-serving person.<br /> <br /> <b>I felt the guilt.</b><br /> <br /> And I confessed before Him - Oh God! Please forgive me! I have never ever meant to be so rude!<br /> <br /> I don't know, if He would ever forgive me. But I'll try not to repeat that act in future. This is my oath.<br /> <br /> I really felt better when she entered my small compartment this morning holding the steel rod in her hand. The rest of the story I have already narrated. And this is how our stories go on by His grace day by day everyday.<br /> <br /> Do you feel guilty for scolding kids? Or, it's just me - the poor blogger?<div class="blogger-post-footer">If you are reading this using a feed reader, please take the trouble to visit the blog and share your thoughts. Thanks.</div>Siddharthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04012747042515614464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080884171927483219.post-31981601032986123572010-08-24T09:12:00.000-07:002010-08-24T09:12:16.469-07:00The phone rang in the morning..<br /> <br /> I was almost ready to take off for today's daily drama - our office! I stopped for a while! Picked up the phone! A girl weeping on the rear side...<br /> <br /> 'How are you?'...<br /> <br /> Introspection begins... who's the caller? Who's the caller?<br /> <br /> She introduced herself... And alas! And I got saddened, and I felt even bitter... I pretended to be cool and comfortable....<br /> <br /> And I was broken when I ended the call after few formal conversation and entered in our COZY washroom!<br /> <br /> I was reminiscing those stories... nearly a decade ago, she happened to be so small - would dance, would play and would cherish us among all adversities - she was the queen of our sweetest kingdom, our home. <br /> <br /> She was our little sister!<br /> <br /> The time has torn us apart - our social distance has amplified. The poor blogger desperately seeks the destination - a facelift, a kindle amidst all darkness.<br /> <br /> The poor blogger repented weeks ago! "JOKHON PORBE NA MORE PAYER CHINHO EI BAATE".. when I will be no more here! <br /> <br /> The ambient gazed in incredulity, presumed!<br /> <br /> The poor blogger found respite by placing absolute reliance upon His majestic justice!<br /> <br /> And now, today, when I picked up the phone on the auspicious occasion of RAKHI (a sacred bracelet), our little sister cried out...<br /> <br /> She felt emptiness for her friends were celebrating the festival with their brother, but she could not.<br /> <br /> I felt, as if, must I move to meet her... to console her... to say, we are all standing by her!<br /> <br /> But....<br /> <br /> That's the subject of clammed cacophony...<br /> <br /> The song of my soul.<br /> <br /> <object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oaezx0Npioc?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oaezx0Npioc?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer">If you are reading this using a feed reader, please take the trouble to visit the blog and share your thoughts. 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