My Loving Mother

M is for the million things she gave me,

O means only that she’s growing old.

T is for the tears she shed to save me,

H is for her heart of purest gold.

E is for her eyes of love-light shining,

R is right and right she’ll always be!

Put them all together they spell Mother,

the word that means the world to me.

25 years

25 years

16th March was 25th Wedding Anniversary of my parents. So now you may have guessed I’m less than 25 years old. 🙂 Spending 25 years with someone is not that difficult. My parents are best examples. I’m unable to understand how do they deserve a dumb ass son like me?? It’s not fare. They deserved a lot better. Atleast my sister made them proud.I couldn’t even arrange a small function on that day. Though we four celebrated it. A small pooja is there on this Sunday. We all love our parents and so do I. But somehow I always have the feeling that I’m not doing things which make them happy. A smile on their face because of me is an incident which takes place once in a Blue Moon.

Trying to make things better. But somehow the process always gets reversed. Funny things do happen. What else could happen with me. But this fun never puts up a smile on their face. My Mother is the first lady I admire in my life. And then comes my sister. Because of these two personalities I respect woman a lot. The way they try to cover me or my mistakes without anything in return. But may be I haven’t told you guys. I’m a shameless human being.

The chemistry between me and my father always produces a bi-product and heat. There was a long silent movie running which was turned into talkie just a while back. But still it’s not that friendly. I don’t know how my steps to make them happy always go other way. One of my best quality becomes the worst here. I never stop trying. Because I know someday I’ll succeed.

Hope that day comes soon enough.

Elderly woes …

With all the new technology regarding fertility recently, a 65-year-old woman was able to give birth to a baby.When she was discharged from the hospital and went home, her relatives came to visit.

“May we see the new baby?” one asked.
“Not yet,” said the mother. “I’ll make coffee and we can visit for awhile first.”

Thirty minutes had passed, and another
Relative asked, “May we see the new baby now?”
“No, not yet,” said the mother.

After another few minutes had elapsed, they
Asked again, “May we see the baby now?”
“No, not yet,” replied the mother.

Growing very impatient, they asked, “Well, when can we see the baby?”
” WHEN HE CRIES!” she told them.
“WHEN HE CRIES?” they demanded. “Why do we have to wait until he cries?”

“BECAUSE I FORGOT WHERE I PUT HIM. O.K.?????”

That’s the reason to do right things  at right times.