Between Dream and Miracle

Read this and since then it was etched in my mind.  The line goes like “you are something between dream and a miracle to me”. How beautifully articulated by the writer, Isnt’t it? I was going through my Facebook posts at random and came across this one by my professor, nah…my guide, nah..my mentor… aah no my friend….Well, she is one person I have always looked upon as a guide, mentor, friend, idol.  She has been my confidant with whom I could share possibly anything and everything without any fear and knowing I would be out of the situation however bad it (was) be with her expert suggestions.  Ever since I passed out from my college where she used to teach me English, I or rather ‘we’ have been in touch constantly.  It has been like more than 4 or may be 5 years we haven’t seen each other despite staying in Delhi (both of us).  She is very kind enough to remember my birthday and wedding anniversary and do wish me on both the occasions.  Well, I in particularly do wish her on September 5 which is a ‘Teacher’s day’ and of course on her birthday too.  Honestly, I do not remember her wedding anniversary in fact, I never asked her about it.

So later in the day when I logged in my FB account, I saw her post where she was expressing herself while wishing her son happy birthday.  The sentence written by her got inscribed in my mind as I mentioned above at the very onset of my piece.  It was very beautifully expressed about the feeling she has for her son which is “something between a dream and a miracle”.  

Often when out of words, we find phrases to complete the blank space for that word but this in particular touched my heart instantly.  Why? May be because being a mother myself, I could relate to it - the relationship between a mother and a son.  I fondly remember the chilly early morning of December when I was rushed to the hospital by my parents (since my husband was away at work in the other town) to deliver my son.  It was freezing cold and I was in pain, immense pain for about 2 and a half hours.  The chaos, the screams got over and a sigh of relief was taken immediately after I heard the baby crying.  Yes! I told myself; (taking a deep breath) I am a MOTHER!!!! 

When I first held him in my hands, I was teary eyed and thanked god for blessing me with this lovely miracle.  My husband often says, “It’s a miracle”.  He still says and feels this is god’s creation which is unbelievable.  I cannot forget how euphoric he sounded on phone when he came to know that he’s a DAD!!!  He just couldn’t believe.  He arrived late evening.  It was a new year’s eve (31^st December, 2003).  He held him in his hands and gave a contented smile looking at him.

Blessed, he shared that emotion of great happiness with me in the hospital.  

And today Aarohan (my son) turns 12!!! God! Time is just flying.  This boy makes my heart melt.  The affection and care that he shows for me gives me a feeling of how blessed I am.  Yes, he is my dream come true, a miracle for us (me and my husband).

I wish him god’s choicest blessings, a life full of health, wealth and success.  My boy, “Grow up to be a good human being, respect all and stay away from all evils”. 

Happy Birthday my son!!!!   

Thank You Teachers/Mentors

Not every day we thank our mentors/teachers for the knowledge that they bestow upon us.  The wisdom that they share with us, enlighten us all through.  It is an experience that is inexpressible.  We attend so many classes in schools, colleges; tuition, coaching etc and get in touch with so many teachers.  We move ahead get new teachers and so does the teachers.  They meet their new bunch of students but keep bestowing the wisdom all through to each and everyone.  

There are teachers that befriend you, guide you and no matter where you go they remain with you.  Every time they impart their piece of knowledge with their students, it remains.  Teachers teach us beyond books.  Most of them become our hero and inspire us in many ways.

If we sit down and contemplate on our teachings and learning’s, I (personally) believe that every person is a teacher of some or the other.  Each and every person teaches someone or the other in some or the other manner.  

It is believed that a mother is the first teacher of a child.  She makes the child learn how to speak, sit, walk, eat and so on and so forth.  Similarly, a father educates the child about the world, its existence etc.  They both together inculcate family values in the child.  A friend extends a helping hand, thereby infusing in the mind “A friend in need is a friend indeed.”  On the contrary, we learn so much from our foes too.  In fact, they are the ones who actually make us strong.  We stumble, fall and then stand up on our feet savoring the journey of life.

Teachers undoubtedly play a significant role in making a child become a good human being.  It is rightly said that ‘Teaching profession creates all other professions.’

As long as we live, we keep learning about things from all the sources.  Learning never ceases. I may not say it often but an opportunity once missed will never come back.  Therefore, I’d like to sincerely thank all the teachers/mentors who touched my life, educated me and inspired me to do the things I wanted to do and reminded me of few other things that I forgot to do in due course of time.  I’d like to thank all those people in my life who has enlighten me in some way or the other.