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Archive for December, 2008

I WAIT….

Posted by Sonu on December 30, 2008

I wait by the roadside bend…

I wait for the year to end……


With all joys and happiness to share

With lots of love, hope and care

With sorrows that were very vast

With bleak shadows that were cast

With lots of people yet loneliness there

And when alone, needing crowds to bear

Of laughter and smiles that ran throughout the year

Of friends and relatives near and dear

Of cries and sadness and lots of grief

Of pain and hurt and even relief

Of broken trust and friendships

Of faith that binds relationships

Unstable homes and lost relations

Spontaneous decisions and lots of patience

Success and fame and money to spare

Disappointments and defeats and downfalls to bear


Yet we keep on living the planned out life

Yet we handle all the joys and strife

Yet we look forward for a better tomorrow

From the colorful nature we learn to borrow

We know the future has a lot to give

We have to move ahead and learn to forgive

Keep the past within the past

The present will also, for long, not last

Each moment is fleeting and time is scarce

Each situation, a well-executed farce

Love because we may not have long to live

Share everything, there won’t be much to give

No grudges, no quarrels, no fights for now

The present role is over, now take a bow

A new beginning with the sun will rise

To teach humility and make us wise

To better us and become someone great

To improve oneself is never too late

Another 12 months, 365 days

One single destination yet a million of ways


I wait by the roadside bend…

I wait for the year to end…….

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I CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE

Posted by Sonu on December 22, 2008

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Being the grand-daughter of a political leader, politics has been a fairly discussed word at home. However, after grandpa, no one in the family turned to politics.

While growing up, I never had any political ambitions and I detested the way politics has been in India and anywhere else in the world for that matter.

The never-ending corruption of the political leaders, their false promises, incomplete knowledge and open disregard for the constitution and law has always been abominable for me.

So much so, that even 3 years after turing 18, I still have to cast a vote….


In the wake of recent Mumbai terrorist attack, I however, feel very ashamed.

What right do I have to critisize the leaders when I myself have failed to perform my duty as the citizen of India.

In failing to vote, incompetent leadres have been gaining ground.

While my one single vote is very insignificant, it still can make a difference if combined with several other “single” votes.

How come none of us thought about it???


I think its high time to wake up and watch where we are heading to.

All of us are special and can certainly make a significant difference.

I, YOU and WE.


I recently registered on the website Jaagore. It is a really cool one, explaining about voting myths and registering Indians as electoral candidates.Its easy and essential.


Imagine, our ONE vote turning things over…..

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All of us are so cynical.

We want things to change but don’t want to do anything about it.

Its easy to say, India is in dumps, there is nothing left in this country and fly away abroad. But no one wants to do something about it. No one wants to dirty their hands in picking up this garbage.


Are we a good citizen of India???


I know, I am NOT.

But I know one more thing. And that is, I CAN CHANGE. I WILL CHANGE.

Because I have realized, you first need to change yourself to change others.

Once I modify my outlook, I can modify that of others too. They  in turn can alter the outlook of million others.

Once you accept the reality, it automatically becomes easy to adapt to it….learn from it……grow from it….


Who knows, there are competent leaders hidden within us. Together we can make sure that this country gets its due. India has the capability to become a super-power and we can help it to reach that pinnacle.


When are YOU going to change?

When are YOU going to make a difference?

When are YOU really going to be an Indian?

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I’VE CHANGED FOR YOU

Posted by Sonu on December 12, 2008

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The more I try to run from you,

The more I end up near.

I try to get back to what I was,

But experience a deep rooted fear.


I am hating you at this moment.

It seems that I don’t have a choice.

I wish I could tell you, this isn’t me.

But I guess, I have lost my voice.


Do you also hate me, I don’t know.

I wish I could just cry.

I am pushing you far away from me.

Without ever giving it a try.


I am telling, that I am angry with you.

But you know the truth, I know.

You can see how much I love you;

Even if I fail to show.


If I behave with you as before;

Would you still find some fault?

I wish this is a nightmare.

That soon comes to a halt.


I want to smile & laugh with you.

I want to be your little kid.

To tell you the serious things that troubled me;

And all the funny ones I did.


So many days have passed & I am tired;

Of keeping you out of my life.

Hiding all my happiness from you;

And masking all my strife.


I am fed up of pretending like this.

Will you accept me as I was?

Can we continue from where we stopped?

It has been a long pause.


Hey, you didn’t like the way I am.

Hence, I tried to change.

Still you are unhappy about it!

That seems so very strange.


Your words always said;

That I mean a lot to you.

But it didn’t show in action.

Were you being untrue?


I didn’t know our relationship;

Will reach such a weird stage-

That I have to act not in the way I want.

But according to my age!


So, I became a new person.

Now, what do you really miss?

If growing up means,

to get detached from you.

Then why aren’t you content with this?


I thought we were friends forever.

And were always meant to be so.

But you stopped being the person.

I once knew long ago.


OK. Next time you tell me what to do.

Shall we sign a pact?

Don’t criticize me so often.

My love won’t remain intact.


Stop it. I have had enough of this.

It hurts & I am in pain.

Am I good enough for you now?

Or have I tried & tried in vain?


I promise I won’t be childish.

Tell me what rules to obey.

I will try to follow your guidelines.

And listen to what you say.


All this is not a mood swing.

Or some excuse new.

I am just trying to improve myself;

So I could be loved by you!!!

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A MAN CALLED FATHER

Posted by Sonu on December 5, 2008

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Call him FATHER or DAD or DADDY or PA or POPS or your OLD MAN… But never call him a DEVIL!!!

Recently, I read a Marathi essay on the topic “Father”… It brought tears to my eyes. I had never read something so beautiful yet so obvious before. The essay is what inspired this post.



We have always heard of “mother” being the most influential character in a person’s life but rarely do we attach an emotional importance with a father.

How often do we forget that our father is just as important in our life as our mother?

We come across countless quotes, poems, articles, odes, tributes, written for a mother. But when it comes to writing something for a father, the words always fall a little short.

While we do celebrate “Father’s day” with a lot of enthusiasm, we always envision a father being  a persona of support and strength. We never envision him as a deity of love as we do for a mother.


For us, our father is a machine. He is one who pays for our pocket-money, our schooling, for our clothes, trips, entertainment and anything else we have taken fancy of.  He is the one who never falls ill, instead pays for our medicines and hospital bills if something happens to us.


He provides for us, works himself to death so that we live a comfortable life; yet we think he does not have the right to get angry when we come home late at night.

When we are kids, most of us (if not all), have great respect for our fathers. As we grow older and the moment we step into our teenage years, our father suddenly changes into a monster who does not have any right to pry into our private life.


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Either that, or we make fun of him. We get embarrassed to call him our Dad in front of our friends. In our teenage years, for us, he suddenly becomes an old man, a cartoon; instead of the superman we imagined him to be when we were kids.


We hardly ever understand what kind of a man he his. Beside being our Dad, we associate no personality with him. We forget even he has a personal life. Even he was a kid at some point of his life, even he was a teenager, even he was wild and un-ruly.

We begin seeing a father as a cruel, Hitler-type individual who curbs our freedom and burdens us with tons of rules, if we do something which he does not like.

What we fail to see is, the hurt in his eyes to see us going over the wrong way. What we fail to understand is, he considers our wrong-doings as his own personal failures. He may act strict. But deep down, his heart contains a love that is so vast, that it becomes inexpressible.

And we still fail to see him as a human-being, because the tears that he sheds are enclosed in his heart, the sorrow that he experiences is never allowed to reach towards you, the hurt that troubles him, he keeps it to himself.

A mother can cry her heart out and you know how much she loves you. But, a father has too keep his disappointments bottled up because he knows, he represents the strength of a house. And you……you just never know, of what stuff, this man is made up of……


How many of us, remember the father’s day or our father’s birthday or any other important day of his life???

How many of us bring him gifts because we really “feel” for him and not because its a tradition???

How many of us even try to do something for him just for the sake of it and not because we have to ask some favor from him???


We easily understand the importance of a mother. For us, she is an epitome of pure love, immense care and the most understanding person in our life. We think, that the presence of a father in our life is indispensable; so we take him for granted.

But, in reality, we hardly ever understand his importance unless he goes away from us.

A person who has lost his/her father, really knows, what value this man had in our lives.

Simply because, it has always been the basic human tendency of appreciating the rare and ignoring the obvious.

A father is such an obvious element in our lives, that his sacrifices, his grief, his troubles, usually go unnoticed.


Most of times, we think, that what our father does for us, is his job, his duty, so there isn’t anything great about it. But, if  someone puts us in our father’s shoes and let us handle a wild and unruly kid like us, we will know, with what tremendous patience and grace, this man handled us. And he never asked for anything in return.

He will never ask for respect, or love, or care, or obedience. His feelings for us will be unconditional.

He will just ask for a little trust, a little trust in what he is doing for us; so that one day we ourselves turn into good responsible parents.


And he will be proud of us anyways. Each of us won’t become a big scientist, or a great artist, or an excellent singer. But, how much ever, ordinary we are, we will always be extra-ordinary in his life.

Even the smallest of our achievements is like a dream come true for him. An ‘B+’ grade, a 2 minute part in the school play, the first time you tried your hand at cooking by baking a burnt cake, the consolation prize in the local singing contest;……..for a father, this is what his life is made of….. memories of his kid’s happiness.


A father is an epitome of patience.

He patiently waits for the day, when his kids will acknowledge his presence in their lives.

Yet he expects nothing.

He is as unconditional as ever, even if we love him back or not!

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“A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman, he turns her back again.”  -Enid Bagnold


For a girl, her father is usually her hero. He is someone she can look up to. She loves to be a “Daddy’s little girl” forever. She envisions him as her protector, someone who will shield her from all misfortunes and hardships. She knows the special bond that they share. She sees her father’s un-shed tears and hidden sorrows.

She looks up to her father and longs to find a life-partner who will be similar to her Dad, so that she knows, her kids get a good father.


For a father, his daughter is not only his precious little baby but also the pride of his life. She is someone, whom he knows, will never distance him from her life. She is someone who will trust him blindly. He appreciates the love she has for him, because he knows she can be his daughter as well as his son, when he wants so.

Her unquestionable faith in him gives him the strength to be a good father that he is.



Let us appreciate our father for what he has been to us.

For how much ever he opposes us or disapproves of our doings, he does so only because he truly loves us. Only because, he never wants us to go wrong but learn our lessons with dignity and be a responsible citizen of this world.



“A truly rich man is the one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty.”

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MAGIC WAND

Posted by Sonu on December 2, 2008

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I wish I had a magic wand

I would give it a flick

To make your pain disappear

All your sorrows gone in a click


I would take up all your hurt

And love to cry your tears

Live through your sadness

And take care of your fears


Then I would sprinkle some joy

Fill laughter in your soul

Add a dash of happiness

With love make your life whole


A little bit of care

A place in my heart

For you to live forever

’cause we could never live apart…

(“Magic wand” is a short poem and most of you might find it very ordinary. But, it is everything except that. Sometimes even a few words are enough to convey larger meanings. Some associations are so dear that emotions attached with them are surprisingly simple albeit with a more complex background. “Magic wand” is indeed very special….)

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