Ok this post was supposed to be posted yesterday, but because of some technical difficulties (some call it procrastination, but I just don’t like the sound of that word), I am posting it today. And well, why can I not. Isn’t every day supposed to be mother’s day. Isn’t every day supposed to be a celebration of these superwomen that hide in plain clothes in our houses?
So, mama, even though belated (actually I did wish you on time yesterday), here’s wishing you a very happy mother’s day today as well!
Your children may not always spell it out to you, Mama, but you are everything to us. We thank you with all our heart for being the wonderful person that you are, for loving us unconditionally, caring for us without limits and making us feel special every day.
So today, V plucked (actually snipped) these two beauties from my hair. Some call it a mother’s blessing but seriously I would prefer blessings in another form. V says its a sign of maturity. I think its a sign of becoming wiser. (Why else would judges wear white wigs, if that’s not what its supposed to mean.) The strange part, one of the two white hairs I plucked was actually still dark brown from the roots, but white at the tips, kind of like it decided mid way that it preferred being dark brown rather than white.
In India, we have something like the evil eye, we just call it boori nazar (which literally translates to the same), and V and I have come to the conclusion that’s what has happened with me (well, I came to the conclusion, he just agreed :/ ). My hair has been a target of an evil eye (most likely, its my own evil eye, but lets just pretend it’s not).
We meet so many people in our lifetime. Why is it that some people stick, others don’t?
Even after repeated encounters with some people, you just don’t feel inclined to know them any further but with some it just takes a brief conversation to build an interest in you for them. I always wonder why that happens. I mean for certain people it’s obvious why you don’t want to know them more. They behave like jerks. Or they are just full of themselves. But then there are others who appear nice, who you talk to and don’t mind their company as such but then when you leave, you forget about them. You might keep meeting these people and still find that even though they are friendly, smart, funny, you wouldn’t want them to be a permanent part of your life. There is nothing wrong with them per se, but you don’t feel any need for them to mean any more than acquaintances. But then there are some who stick.
Then there are these other connections you make. The ones that are momentary but their effect stays with you forever. These are the people who you will meet, and without their ever knowing (since you will never meet them in your life again) help you in some way. They would never know how they helped you with their one word of encouragement or that smile they passed you. But they did.
When I visited the Kumbh Mela this year in Allahabad, I met one such person. This girl.
This girl and her friends came to me when they saw that I had a camera in my hand. They politely asked me “didi, humari photo logey?” (Will you take our pictures). Of course I couldn’t refuse. You should have seen the joy in their eyes. Each pushing the other to be in the frame of the photograph. Because, well, they were just that excited.
I don’t know why but this girl (above) has stayed with me ever since. Probably because of the joy she found in the simple fact that somebody was taking her photograph. A photograph that she would never see. Never wanted to see. They weren’t well off kids. Didn’t look like they had much money-wise, but a simple thing like being photographed brought such joy to their faces. Sometimes the most joyful smiles come from those who have nothing. Or maybe they are the ones who actually have everything.
It puts things in perspective, doesn’t it. It did for me. If this girl whose life might not be perfect can smile so brightly, find joy in such a small thing as being photographed, shouldn’t I learn to do the same. Happiness lies within us. That point really drove home during Vipassana and then when I met her. Its upto us to make most of it. And even though I am being all philosophical here, most likely I will still crib about certain things, still get low from time to time, but I have this girl to remind me that happiness is all in the mind. You really don’t need the perfect set of situations to be happy. You just need a moment. And you can find that moment in the smallest of things. You just need to be looking.
Anywhoooo….heavy stuff aside, I also got the opportunity to click a few more snaps and thought I will share them with you. I think these faces speak for themselves, so I will shut up now and be happy 🙂 🙂 !
