While you were away Dad !! Winters came by

While you were away Dad !! Winters came by

Air was cold and water just froze,

I sat alone in bed, and no one kissed me good nigh…

While you were away Dad !!, Winters came by…

Last Sunday, I fell from the bike,

I looked around, but you were nowhere to be found,

I stood on my own, brushed the dirt from my thigh…

While you were away Dad !! Winters came by

A week before, I got my stars,

Class stood to clap and the report was hung in hall,

Teacher said, your Dad will have his head high…

I shivered and smiled, but you know,

While you were away Dad !! Winters came by…

Mom says, you are out in lands of torn,

Clowning day & night to keep us warm,

I know in my heart, that you are not shy, but

While you were away Dad !! Winters came by…

तो कुछ अपना लिखना

जब मिले न कुछ, पढ़ने के क़ाबिल,
तो कुछ अपना लिखना,

जब मिले न वास्तव में, कोई पास अपना,
तो कोई सपना लिखना,

न दैन्यं न पलायनम, कह कर भी मन न माने
तो कृष्ण की सुनना,

जब सूझे न हाथ को हाथ, अंतर्मन को कर शांत, 

पुकारना एक बार, कृष्ण दिखेगा तुझे, अपने आस पास,

जब मिले न कुछ, पढ़ने के क़ाबिल,
तो कुछ अपना लिखना ||

पापा, मैं स्कूल नहीं जायूँगा

पापा, मैं स्कूल नहीं जायूँगा
स्कूल गया तो मैं बड़ा हो जायूँगा ,
फिर आपकी गोदी कैसे आऊंगा ,
कैसे उंगली पकड़ आपकी मैं बाज़ार जायूँगा ,
पापा, मैं स्कूल नहीं जायूँगा !!!

पापा मैं स्कूल नहीं जायूँगा
स्कूल गया तो मैं भी रीति सीख जायूँगा ,
स्वाभिमान के बहाने दूर चला जायूँगा ,
कैसे फिर आपके हाथ से रोटी के निवाले खाऊंगा ,
पापा, मैं स्कूल नहीं जायूँगा !!!

पापा, मैं स्कूल नहीं जायूँगा
स्कूल गया तो ये संसार वास्तव हो जायेगा ,
आपकी कहानियों का राजकुमार एक प्रतियोगी हो जायेगा ,
किसी अनजान दौड़ का चूहा या फिर किसी दीवार की ईंट बन चिन जायेगा ,
कैसे फिर आपके सीने पर  सर रख सो पायूँगा
पापा, मैं स्कूल नहीं जायूँगा !!!

पापा , मैं स्कूल नहीं जायूँगा
 मेरे बचपन को बचपना ही बने रहने दो ,
स्कूल एक साज़िश है, बड़ा होना - ये कैसी ख्वाहिश है ,
स्कूल एक भुलावा है, ये संसार छलावा है  ,
मुझे मेरे बचपन में जीने दो, कुछ भी करो पर मुझेअपनी गोदी में ही सोने दो ,
पापा , मैं स्कूल  नहीं जायूँगा , स्कूल गया तो मैं बड़ा हो जायूँगा !!!…

मर्म धर्म कर्म श्रम

प्रिय पुत्र सवितुर,

ध्यान रखना ॥

सतयुग में मर्म प्रधान था (देव, मानव औ दानव की परिभाषा बनायीं गयी )
त्रेतायुग में धर्म प्रधान था (राम ने धर्म स्थापना की)
द्वापरयुग में कर्म प्रधान था  (कृष्ण ने कर्म को सर्वोपरि बनाया)
कलियुग में श्रम प्रधान है ।

श्रम में शर्म नहीं - क्यूंकि ये  कलियुग है इसलिए कर्म का धर्म समझो, धर्म का मर्म जानो, यथार्थ में जियो, श्रम का आनंद अनुभव करो.

तुम्हारा पिता
 

Drona - The Story

Dear Savitur,
Here is the story for you, Son !!! You can actually get the complete story from many other sources, here is the sketch I want you to know.

"Drona - also known as Dronacharya (Drona = Name of a Mountain, Acharya = Guru) was a sage during Dwaparyug (Time of Lord Krishna). He had only one son named "Ashwathama". 3 incidents are very much important in story of Drona.

1. When Ashwathama was kid - Drona was a poor sage and it was hard for his family to even cope up with daily food. Ashwathama just like any other kid wanted to taste milk. But there was no milk in house, so his mother gave him wheat flour mixed with water. Little kid drank it and told his friends that he too has tasted milk. His friends also tasted what he has tasted, laughed at his innocence and made fun of him. While this episode was happening Drona - the most learned sage heard and felt shame. He was shameful to his soul, on being so learned and still not even able to cope and manage the basic needs for his own son.

2. Drona receives Divine Weapons in alms from Guru Parshuram - After above incident, One day Drona hears about Guru Parshuram who was donating all he had after a yagna. By the time Drona reaches, Parshuram had already donated all he had in worldly possessions. Drona asks for divine weapons, Guru Parshuram agrees & donates the knowledge of Divine Weapons to Drona in alms. Instead of returning back home, he travels to capital city of Hastinapur wherein he is appointed as teacher for all the royal kins named Kaurava (100 sons of King Dhritrashtra) and Pandavas (5 Sons of King Pandu) by Elder Bhishma.

With the appointment Drone became the Royal Teacher (paid by kingdom) and in due course wins over King Drupad and takes away half of his kingdom (that's another story, I will write some time later). His poverty is vanished, his son and family is happy, however Drona's growth as sage took a full stop.

Savitur, In that era, the sage who takes the job of a paid teacher in service was not treated with equivalent respect and his eligibility to become Brahma-Rishi (the Divine Sage - highest rank) was considered to be lost.

Drona was fully aware of it, however he accepted the job and became paid servant only to bring happiness to his son, to fulfill his son's desire to feed on milk.

3. Drona dies in battle field: During the final war (Mahabharat), Drona was made the General of Kaurav's Army. It became impossible to kill him, that is when Yudhishtra (The eldest Pandav - who never lied) tells a half truth sentence that 'Ashwathma is dead'. On hearing Drona's heart fills with remorse, his bow fells down and he quietly sits down in his chariot. He sits in Samadhi, thinking 'all my life, I lived for my son, I myself do not know how many sins I have committed to be happy with my son, today 'coz of all those sins, my son is no more' "Oh Lord !!! Why should I continue to live ?" Watching him disarmed, Dhrishtidhyumna (General of Pandav's Army) beheads Drona with his sword. However, he sliced already dead Drona, who left for heavenly abode thinking to meet his son.

Drona, lived his life for his son, he even dies for his son, thinking he would meet him in heaven. Story of Mahabharat tells us later that, Ashwathma was cursed by Lord Krishna to live till eternity. Thus separating father from his son for all eternity.

This is the first story I wanted you to know. You should visualize it from perspective of father. The love of a father towards his son, propels him to even agree to the jobs he never wanted to do. The love of father towards his son, which propels him to even accept alms from his peer.

This is the story of a father who lived and died in love of his son.

This is the story of love.

Story Telling

Dear Savitur,

The art of story telling is the very first capability you showcased and kept enhancing each night. I remember your progression each night, as you started following up the stories. You were around a year &  half old, when your eyes began to show glow, with the story line.

Stories for you were simple, as you started to add to the story - almost every story started as follows:

Me: एक बार एक छोटा बेबी होता है. कितना छोटा बेबी होता है ?

You: बहुत छोटा

Me : उस छोटा बेबी के एक छोटा पापा होते है. कितना छोटा पापा होता है ?

You : बहुत छोटा

Me : उस छोटा बेबी के एक छोटी मम्मा  होती  है. कितना छोटी मम्मा होती है ?

You : बहुत छोटी

and the story continues, to talk about bed, the sleeping room and many many other stuffs...you continue to listen and answer to all the queries about "what you did in the morning and in the afternoon". Each story use to become a real new one, with alternate characters, the plot and climax...Many times we never reached the climax, 'coz you slept in between.

As you grew to 3 Year young and start going to school, you started changing the story line with your own unpredictable inputs. बहुत छोटा use to convert to बहुत बड़ा at your will, followed by giggle...

Your Mom use to amaze at times on your imagination and choice of words.

As of now. Stories do start as they use to every night since last 2 years, however your answers are now unpredictable.

Me: एक बार एक छोटा बेबी होता है. कितना छोटा बेबी होता है ?

You: बहुत बला 

Me : उस छोटा बेबी के एक छोटा पापा होते है. कितना छोटा पापा होता है ?

You : बहुत छोटा

Me : उस छोटा बेबी के एक छोटी मम्मा  होती  है. कितना छोटी मम्मा होती है ?

You : बहुत बली

Anyhow !!! You are young and you have fantastic memory with the amazing will to narrate story. You are fond of "Doremon", "Shinchan" and the character - Action Kamain with his Action Beam. :)

You can recite Gayatri Mantra and repeat any Sanskrit Mantra after me - word by word. I know even Lord Himself might be smiling as they listen these Mantras coming in fumbling, mixed up (- तुतलाती जुबां ) lingo.

You learn to count to 20 already starting from Zero - which is different from most kids of your age, who count from 1.

so son this is a brief bio-graph about you at the age of around 3 Year and 4 months. 

Always remember to smile...smile is infectious...and whenever you feel the need of somebody around you - respire...with each incoming breath of air, you will find ME and My Lord himself near you.

Only Yours forever.

+Hirdu

Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly

Savitur,

Life is short, Break the rules,

Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly,
Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably,
And never regret anything that made you smile.
-- Movie "Guzaarish" 19Nov 2010


It's collation of quotes from many sources....which ends with quote from Mark Twain...

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."

Purple

Happy Birthday Savitur 2010

Savitur,

I wanted to say a lot today...but as usual, I am short of words..Two years back in 2008, You were born and brought newer joy and wonderful delight to our lives. You have already started running and you speak. You are a fast learner :)

Happy Birthday Savitur

May Lord Bless You

Enjoy the Joy

I still remember the touch and feel, when doctor handed you in my hands as you were born in the labor-room...She said, "hold him...He is you"....You started the first minute on earth in my hands...I was elated, to hold the most precious living joy in my hands.

I spent the whole night smiling with tears of joy in my eyes.