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"Mumma...the paneer sandwich you made was very tasty, my friend's enjoyed it too" jumped joyous john,and his eyes sparkled with pride . "Thank you my son,now go to sleep"smiled Reeta.
"I am not sleepy!"I want to listen to a story mumma..
"What story?..The king's one.?
No i have grown up,i want you to read out something from your diary".
No sweety,it's mumma's book!"
But please , ..please..it's my 14th birthday..pleaded john
"My diary"thought Reeta,it's been long time"
She again stood back and said"Beta you won't understand anything"
No Mumma ,i want to know what you write and why you keep it so secretly,pleaseee..
"Ok Just a little"
"Thank you!", john bloomed with excitement
She quickly scanned through her cupboard to fetch her diary and began to flip pages.As her fingers were moving across them,her eyes got stuck on one of the notes and she began to read it ....
15/04/98
Dear Diary,
I know it's been a week i have reverted back after that post.You must be wondering why i am always cribbing but don't worry one day i will make it big and you will be proud of me.I am such a dreamer.Anyway today was a bad day in college,its my first year, i thought life would be so much different .Yes it is but not the way i presumed it to be.Rahul and Vinisha made fun of me when i came up with the idea of NGO.Everyone joined them and laughed on saying sanyaas le le"stupid people,Was i wrong in saying we will cut on our party and spend something for that empty stomach.Anyways i should stop expecting people to think like me.I should grow up.I just have a dream,may be not a big house and all luxury but be of help.My friend's don't get that .I know you need to be practical and realistic but i am not telling anyone to empty their pocket.I am just asking to do a bit.
As she continued to read ,Little John was fast asleep,she smiled at him,rolled up the blanket after kissing his forehead.
She eloped herself deep in the thoughts, her eyes sparkled of past and smiled innocently....
She brought her diary ,more close and kept reading to her self now..."
We are so self centered.I know i can't change everything but at least my contribution can bring some change.I wish i could do this some day.When i came up with this idea to mummy ,she laughed and said ,'beta hum apni hi madad kar lein" Papa ka loan ho jaanay do fir ye sab shauk karna" Huh! I wonder if only money can help others.Can't you be of help with little you have.Is it that only rich people can be of help.I was very upset and so i have written a letter to daadi as well.She understands me best.I am sure she won't disappoint me.When i opened my book to read for next week exams all i could see is that poor guy who asked me for food.I gave him biscuits and walked from college to home because mumma had given me only 10 rupees.Although its very hot and was tiring but i was happy i could do from my little.And that's what i wanted to convey to mom ,forget,i am too sleepy to write anything and irritated as well.Exams up,Mummy has so much expectations and these regular arguments with friends.But today i am promising you,this is my dream and i will follow it and you will see it real one day.
-Reeta
*Tears rolled through her eyes,past memories began to appear and speak to her.She could sense all her fights and arguments and her determination to be different.*
She flipped through the diary and wrote:
13/09/15.
Today I am a software developer by profession and a responsible mother.I have lived through the hardest time and today i am the founder member of 3 NGO's.I rejected the offer of being an analyst of a renowned MNC in states, just to personally continue with my NGO Feed All, Adarsh and Aasra.
All i can say is,thank you for always listening to me and being there.I owe you my past and future.
You gave me the direction to live it and so I was Inspired to follow my dreams.(she penned it down) and smiled to herself.
"Mumma...the paneer sandwich you made was very tasty, my friend's enjoyed it too" jumped joyous john,and his eyes sparkled with pride . "Thank you my son,now go to sleep"smiled Reeta.
"I am not sleepy!"I want to listen to a story mumma..
"What story?..The king's one.?
No i have grown up,i want you to read out something from your diary".
No sweety,it's mumma's book!"
But please , ..please..it's my 14th birthday..pleaded john
"My diary"thought Reeta,it's been long time"
She again stood back and said"Beta you won't understand anything"
No Mumma ,i want to know what you write and why you keep it so secretly,pleaseee..
"Ok Just a little"
"Thank you!", john bloomed with excitement
She quickly scanned through her cupboard to fetch her diary and began to flip pages.As her fingers were moving across them,her eyes got stuck on one of the notes and she began to read it ....
15/04/98
Dear Diary,
I know it's been a week i have reverted back after that post.You must be wondering why i am always cribbing but don't worry one day i will make it big and you will be proud of me.I am such a dreamer.Anyway today was a bad day in college,its my first year, i thought life would be so much different .Yes it is but not the way i presumed it to be.Rahul and Vinisha made fun of me when i came up with the idea of NGO.Everyone joined them and laughed on saying sanyaas le le"stupid people,Was i wrong in saying we will cut on our party and spend something for that empty stomach.Anyways i should stop expecting people to think like me.I should grow up.I just have a dream,may be not a big house and all luxury but be of help.My friend's don't get that .I know you need to be practical and realistic but i am not telling anyone to empty their pocket.I am just asking to do a bit.
As she continued to read ,Little John was fast asleep,she smiled at him,rolled up the blanket after kissing his forehead.
She eloped herself deep in the thoughts, her eyes sparkled of past and smiled innocently....
She brought her diary ,more close and kept reading to her self now..."
We are so self centered.I know i can't change everything but at least my contribution can bring some change.I wish i could do this some day.When i came up with this idea to mummy ,she laughed and said ,'beta hum apni hi madad kar lein" Papa ka loan ho jaanay do fir ye sab shauk karna" Huh! I wonder if only money can help others.Can't you be of help with little you have.Is it that only rich people can be of help.I was very upset and so i have written a letter to daadi as well.She understands me best.I am sure she won't disappoint me.When i opened my book to read for next week exams all i could see is that poor guy who asked me for food.I gave him biscuits and walked from college to home because mumma had given me only 10 rupees.Although its very hot and was tiring but i was happy i could do from my little.And that's what i wanted to convey to mom ,forget,i am too sleepy to write anything and irritated as well.Exams up,Mummy has so much expectations and these regular arguments with friends.But today i am promising you,this is my dream and i will follow it and you will see it real one day.
-Reeta
*Tears rolled through her eyes,past memories began to appear and speak to her.She could sense all her fights and arguments and her determination to be different.*
She flipped through the diary and wrote:
13/09/15.
Today I am a software developer by profession and a responsible mother.I have lived through the hardest time and today i am the founder member of 3 NGO's.I rejected the offer of being an analyst of a renowned MNC in states, just to personally continue with my NGO Feed All, Adarsh and Aasra.
All i can say is,thank you for always listening to me and being there.I owe you my past and future.
You gave me the direction to live it and so I was Inspired to follow my dreams.(she penned it down) and smiled to herself.
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