While your little darlings run around shelling out their pocket money and treating you like kings on this special day, let's raise a toast to you--
To you, Superdads, for bringing a new life to the world (and yet never figuring out how diaper strings are tied), for cracking that impossible puzzle and fixing all broken toys, for teaching a child the meanings of the words "home", “work”, “fight”, “play” and “party”, for all the “firsts”—the cricket bat, the cigarette puff, the soccer match, the scotch on the rocks, the car keys, the night outs, ….the list is endless, cheers to you for making that fine balance between corporate ambitions and domestic commitments, for still looking like a teenager in your tees and dreaming of stealing your son’s girlfriend one day!!
Happy Father’s Day!
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This reading list, as demanded by friends has mostly best sellers, popular and light reading. (Though some might make you cry).
The empty bench comforted him in someways. He was glad of the isolation. The flies buzzing over his head in the yellowjaundice-like lamp light had no effect on him. The platform was almost empty. Just a few stray dogs here and there. They too were asleep. It was past midnight and last local train would be there in ten minutes.
The piercing shrill of the alarm jolted Karim out of his sleep. Fuck! 7 am already! Bloody hell! It felt like he had just slept and now it was morning already. No more snoozing else the editor would have his ass for lunch! Time to get up Karim...he remembered Shiren's sweet smile. But she was gone now. Good for her, the stupid cow. He thought. She had taken every single thing that would remind him of her
As the subject in this story might suggest, I am not exactly here today, sulking on a Sunday afternoon, disrobing rather unveiling the many faces of freedom. In fact, I have just had an hour long happy noon day siesta and woke up with a very funny thought! Could be the aftermath of a forgotten dream that I can't quite trail back! It was like someone whispering in my ears in my sleep a one-liner punch line. "Like fantasy, freedom has many faces!!"
"You cuddled me in your arms as I opened my little eyes taking the first glimpse of the colorful world You laughed and cried, jumped and rolled with me as we played together And can I ever forget the day I took my first walking steps.. Your eyes gleamed with joy as you went on clicking.. Be it the Algebra sessions or college selection.. You were always with me in all tough and easy times. I treasure you as my true friend, my guide and my hero..My Daddy.."
I seem to have a passion for writing - like myriad other things such as shopping, sleeping, eating etc etc. ...the list is long. I particularly like to write romantic love stories – you know the likes that you see in most Hindi films or the ones you have read in Mills and Boons or Barbara Cartland – while in teens.
For the last year that I have worked in my new job ( well not so new any more I guess), I usually have gone to the cafeteria first thing in the morning to fill up my water bottle, get a cuppa green tea and a bagel or a donut and I wonder why the scales ain't tipping left !!, aah.. the ironies in my life.. but that is not what this post is about. This is about a person I met there often but never got to know his name.
The room was pitch dark, except for the dim light that poured in from the blinds. The fresh snow on the ground outside reflected the street lights and caused an incandescent glow to stream in. I knew it was not yet time to get up, but something stirred deep within me and I knew I had to turn to my prized possession by my pillow. The love of my life needs no introduction to those who know me well, to those who don't, the suspense will probably help put things into perspective.