Wednesday, 7 September 2016

Dear Vivek Oberoi, you are really an inspiration

Actor Vivek Oberoi turned a year older on last Saturday (September 3).I know there is nothing special about him turning 40 this year, I also turned 31 last month. But I find his birthday celebration a topic to discuss because his gesture really impressed me. Like every year, the actor celebrated the day with a special set of people who are part of his life. These people are the kids who are fighting cancer, or who have fought the disease and survived.Vivek’s charity organization in association with Cancer Patients Aid Association organized a special event for such kids last week. The kids were so delighted to see Vivek and they enjoyed the day with big smiles on their faces. Isn't a noble way of celebrating a birthday?
Mare thinking about the lives of the kids, who are fighting with such a critical disease, bring tears to my eyes. When my son gets normal flu I get tensed and disturbed seeing his discomfort. How difficult would be the life of those kids who are seeing hospitals, medications and painful treatments at such an early age of their lives! If we can do anything to make their lives delighted, nothing can be better than that. And Vivek does a commendable job with bringing smiles on the faces of such kids. This year, the actor organized a special screening of film ‘A Flying Jatt’ since it’s a film for kids. He has also arranged for a special meal for these kids. He said that he finds immense happiness to bring in his birthday amidst these children.
Besides making his mark as an actor in Bollywood, Vivek has been equally known for his philanthropic activities. This year,he has been invited by both the Prime Minister’s office and the office of the department of disabilities to be the ambassador for the ‘Accessible India Campaign’ for persons with disabilities. And he felt honored to be part of this campaign. In July this year, while he was attending an event which was to spread the message of accessibility for the differently-abled in public transportation and technology, Vivek surprised everyone with saying "I would like to call Ira Singhal (the topper of UPSC 2014) on stage so that I can click a selfie with her. For me, she is the real hero." Ira is the first physically challenged woman to top IAS.
Vivek has also been involved in noble causes like blood donation, pledging to donate his eyes, working for underprivileged kids and has openly voiced his concern over other such causes. He is up to here in such big-hearted activities since many years. Although I feel people don’t know much about his good heart. When a female fan came to meet him and in getting his autograph she stayed till very late after evening, Vivek realized that it was too late for the girl to travel alone to the city and so he sent his personal car and driver to drop her home. When a huge fire plunged the stage at the ‘Make in India’ event organized at in Mumbai, he did his best bit to help the volunteers and the police to manage the disaster.
Films of course change fate of people in our country, however, films can never decide whether a person is a celebrity from his heart or not. We often judge people from controversies and news that is openly roaming in the air but we at times don't see the picture from a different perspective. I feel Vivek is already a superhero because of his humble gesture and kind activities. I salute to Vivek's spirit of serving people!

Monday, 5 September 2016

Weekends are precious for me

You might be thinking what's new in this title "Weekends are precious for me". Weekends are always good because office going people get offs and few schools also follow the 5 day week rule for classes. So it's time to relax and take plenty of rest. Being an employee of a multinational company, my weekends are normally not working. But why these two days (Saturday and Sunday) are precious for me have few lovely reasons behind it:
My weekends are precious because for these two days I don't leave my son sleeping and head to office. Until I go out of the main door, I only wish my little one to keep on sleeping during five weekdays. If he wakes up, he cries for me and my heart bleeds in leaving him crying.
My weekends are valuable because for these two days I can see my son's heart winning smile when he wakes up in the morning. That smile is even precious than the biggest diamond in this world. I say good morning and he smiles, I kiss him and he laughs, I cuddle him and he hugs me. I see him saying "Jai" to Kanha ji and his grand-mother. My heart fills with pride when I find him understanding that "Jai" is the first thing he should do after getting up. All this happens only on weekends.
My weekends are precious because for these two days I myself give a massage to my son. I make stories to hold him steady. I do lots of tickling to make him enjoy his massage. I give him a bath and I relish seeing him doing "Chap-chap" in his bath tub. For these two days I dress him in my favorite clothes. I want to make my champ look the cutest baby of the world. So I select matching pajamas and socks so that my little one could look adorable.
My weekends are best because for these two days I get a chance to gaze at my tiny tot's glittering eyes when he notices his toys evenly arranged and he runs to scatter them. I think he likes scattering them more than playing them. I observe how he’s playing with the brown car he has. I see him trying to break his toy horse. I do a sneaky peek over him playing with empty baby oil bottles and with his glittering balls. I miss him when I'm in office and for these two days I love to see him playing without caring about others.
My weekends are special because I make him sleep during day time with singing his favorite songs. Lullabies he doesn't like now and to my surprise he likes listening to Salman khan songs. So I sing "Selfie Le Le Re.." and " Prem ratan dhan payo..". When he sleeps I feel my heart pouring buckets of love over him. I make sure no noise can disturb him while sleeping and at times I curse sabzi walas for shouting so loud. 
My weekends are extraordinary because I get time to talk to my loving husband. We both get offs so we get time to crack jokes, discuss our offices and talk about our son. I make him help me in weekly cleaning and when he takes charge of the whole cleaning thing I feel so happy to see his caring gesture. For these two days I serve him lunch in the way he likes to have. I try to complete his plate with everything he likes. I try to cook myself so that he can have an extra chapati (he doesn't like the food prepared by the cook aunty). I feel so satisfied when I cook his favorite dishes and he admires me. 
And my weekends are special because I get time for myself. I sleep till a little late, I take a longer time while having a bath and I spend some time alone waking up early on Sunday.I read articles which I have bookmarked in weekdays, I do some online shopping and I pamper myself the way I want.
Being a working mother, I'm unable to give my complete attention to whole family every day but God bless this concept of weekends off I get a chance to cover what I couldn't do in those five days. I never feel alone in sailing with these two family modes; weekdays and weekends till now. And whenever I stumble and look around, I always find my husband giving me his hand so that I can lead my life’s journey well.

The disappearing art of letter writing

Do you remember last time when you wrote a letter to someone? Honestly, I can't tell when last time I wrote a personal letter to anybody. My last written communication was in the year 2009 when something was wrong with my SBI account and I wrote an application to the branch manager regarding this. But it's been 7 long years since I have not used pen and paper for writing anything thoughtful as a letter! Why am I tossing around letter writing? Because recently I got a chance to listen to a lady who made me realize that nothing can replace letter writing, although we now have better new age communication mediums like email, texting, facebook and many more.
The lady, Laxmi, is a social entrepreneur and most importantly a family person. She shared that she traveled countries to countries for many years because of her work needs. And during these years, she couldn't meet her aging father with much of time. However, her father did an amazing thing in last two years of his life as he was continuously sick. He wrote letters to his daughter and filled a notebook with his thoughts about her. He addressed the strength and weaknesses of his daughter. He also gave her suggestions for improvement of her life in that notebook. After he passed away, Laxmi felt guilty of not giving much time to her father. But she has letters of his father and those letters changed her panorama about communication. Those handwritten letters still make her feel the presence of his father. Letters have the same, unique yet very known handwriting which is the best font of this world for her.  Laxmi says "whenever I read these letters, I feel connected with my father. This is the same paper which my father had touched and now it is in my hands." How thoughtful is that! Far after we are gone, no one will care about the million texts we have sent. But a letter lasts. 
I got emotional hearing Laxmi's story how letter writing has become special in her life. Letter writing is becoming a disappearing art, a vintage skill. The flow of the pen gracefully etching out one's thoughts into the paper about someone else. I know it is crazy to think about letter writing in this text-crazy world but I miss it.My childhood has seen the charm of letter writing and whenever I recall those days, I get nostalgic. I remember my massi (my mother's elder sister) used to send my mother a letter every month and my mother used to cry after reading massi's letter. The affectionate way in which my massi used to write letters to my mother, was really beautiful. I used to write postcards to my grandfather. It was really fun to write a letter to someone. You wanted to write so many things but space was limited. Still, feelings got exchanged gracefully. There was no assurance when the letter would reach its destination yet people used to write to their loved ones. And receiving a letter from your dear ones was no less than an award which people used to treasure.
I have taken a mission; it is to convince others that handwritten letters should and could make a comeback! Every parent wants kids to inherit good part of his/her life. And I am thinking about passing the legacy of letter writing to my son. And for that, I would also write letters to my son which I am hoping he'll read in future.
Start writing a letter to your loved ones, it feels really good, believe me!