A Tribute to my Mother!

Today being Mother's Day I thought I will write few words about my Mom.

Just like everyone's Mom, my mother is also a special woman. A God fearing woman I can say. I and my Mom share a relationship that is more like a friend than a parent. I mean that never stopped all the spankings and corrections though! But I hardly would think twice to share anything with my mother. She is like the shock-absorber of my family. She can contain a ton of worries and still be very calm and composed. Though me, my bro and my dad get to her nerves, at the end of the day she still makes our favorite dishes! Her patience is like a perennial river which never runs dry. I can easily write a book on how her life has had a major influence on mine. I am truly thankful to have a Mom like her!

Finally I would like to wish my Mom and all the mothers a very Happy Mother's Day!

INADEQUATE IS INADEQUATE

Eventually I end up with the inevitable. Inadequate is inadequate of words to speak, of moods to convert, of emotions to express and of the mind to comprehend. As the clock ticks by every second, the entropy of life seems to be all the more increasing. The randomness has been a conspicuous attribute of my daily routine. Someone once said, “Every morning I wake up I realize I am one more day closer to my grave.” Though it is an unpleasant statement to make, it certainly has an element of truth in it. There is a portion of solace that I derive from that thought. It helps me live my life with utmost meaning and abundance. Surely God would want the same from me.

My profuse introspection makes me realize that I am inadequate of things that could make me better. It’s like thinking how can a bird in the cage which wants to fly be different from a free bird that does not want to fly. Is it true that at some point in our lives we virtually build cages around ourselves and fail to exercise our wings? The void in my mind has been uncontrollably overflowing and all I can do is sense it. And sense it in excess always. The only thing that comes to my mind is everything is worthless. I mean look around I see the meaningless elections (no matter who comes into power it’s a truth that nothing is going to change!), the rat race for power, the spit spat of the rulers, the lack of money, the deprivation of life, the excess flow of money in IPL (a million dollars for KP who could hardly score), the cheerless cheer girls, the unending fight against terror, the suffering of the people and the peace of the dead. All this is reality but then does anything make sense? At least not for me! When I am gone I think the only thing that matters is the difference I could make in people’s lives. Between, I always had this doubt – Do people add meaning to our lives or does life add meaning to people?

I reckon each one of us come to a point where we are left with some unsolved puzzles. What if all my rest gives restlessness? What if all my efforts keep going a “waste”? The exquisite concern of oneself can only make one overwhelmingly confused. No matter how far you go, how high you fly, how deep you swim you cannot escape from your conscience, your irresistible thoughts and above all God. Looks like I am inadequate of space to contain my thoughts! If my words cannot make sense then how on earth can my silence be heard? Anyways the perplexing fact is I am inadequate of words to describe my very own silence. You can obviously see the inadequacy of order in my writing today!

Howbeit I resolved to break out of this cocoon phase of silence or inadequacy or “orderlessness”. The added surprises (in a depressing way!) are passing clouds with lasting effects. Well you guys have to figure out what that line means for yourselves.

Inadequate of more to pen, I’m signing off….

p.s: The title was not coined by me, but you can be sure that the words of inadequacy are mine ;-) !