Memories of life

My father

"Life is a journey ..." It is a Universal phrase. Maybe, it is true. Memory is a part of it. These memories are sour-sweet-pungent and crispy...! And these are the memories of our loved ones through which we are attached to them even when they are with us and though they are not with us.  My memories are incomplete without my parents. Of course, today they are not with me ... but are with me and will be at every moment of my life.

Today, through this blog I share a very memorable and motivating incident of my father. But before that I want to say something about the personality of my father so that the reader understands him better. He was extremely positive, very energetic so to say bubbling with life and very honest. He lived his life on his own terms. He was very daring and took risks in life and business as well. He always told me that without taking risk you can’t enjoy life. He didn’t waste time for any regret. I don’t forget his saying, “ Do, what ever you want to do in life without any worry of it’s result that would be in favor of you or not. But starts it with planning so you won’t have any regret and don’t stop yourself keep trying until you succeed.”  So motivational words he had.

Once I went Sanchi that is 60 kilometer away from Bhopal, with my bike TVS Scotty. My mother told me not to go alone but father permitted me. I rode my Scotty very confidently. I was riding safely.  Then I was 15-20 Km. away from Bhopal, as I was crossing a blind turning, suddenly a Jeep appeared from the opposite direction. The driver of that vehicle was driving so rashly that it hit me from the side and I fell down in a roadside pit with my Scotty. I was injured badly and I had a lot pain but hadn’t that much courage to come out of that pit. I was laid down for an hour and people was passing by but nobody…nobody came to help me.  In the way with difficulty I came out of that situation and with the help of a motorbike rider I brought out my Scotty. It was in riding condition. I rode it back home.  My parents perplexed and brought me to the doctor for check up. But nothing was serious except some minor injuries but my ribs were aching badly and it remained for almost a month.

It had been quite a while and then came the chance to go Sanchi once again. My mother refused bluntly of my going but dad encouraged me and said,” See Beta…! You have faced the accident but don’t stop riding due to the fear of being injured. And remove this fear from your mind. Ride your Scotty on that road once again, and prove yourself that you can take risks. If you don’t do it today, you won’t face any challenge in your life “And then I conquered my fear. Today, my father is not with me but his teachings on life are with me. And now, I have learned to take risks.

My father always was ready to help anyone. He believed that "kindness is the cause of happiness," While I believe that mercy is the cause of sorrow. He helped people without any expectation. He believed people should help each other. He helped l lots of people for the sake of humanity that I came to know when I saw the huge gathering at his last journey. Actually he was a true human being. (Veena Sethi)

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The Ice melted in......

The ice melted

“This post is a part of #LoveAndLaughter activity at BlogAdda in association with Caratlane.”

Valentine's Day is coming once again and the heat of love is melting in the winds of winter. Blog Adda has given me a chance to recall some lovable memories. Then why not through this blog post, I relieve again those sweet & sour memories of love, of course not in reality but…. I move down through the memory lane, where in last summer I had a cold war with my husband Rash (name of my husband is Rajnish and I call him Rash).

As I remember that evening, I can’t stop myself to remember a bit of moment of that night. On that day, it was going to be almost ten years of our first meeting but I tell it our first encounter. And I decided to celebrate it and relive those moments with a romantic candle light dinner. And…And I planned to celebrate that occasion in a newly opened restaurant of the city. So I booked a table and purchased a gift for Rash that was a surprise for him. I told him to come early because I knew that he forgets things very soon, so I texted him as a reminder. But as usually he came late and spoiled the dinner plan totally. I was so angry and didn’t know how to pacify my anger…? I dressed up for that much awaited occasion but he didn’t try to understand the situation. Inspite of being sorry he smiled and gazed at me, “Darling…! You are looking so beautiful and stunning. To whom you are going to kill…?” he told with a broad smile. His smile was just adding fuel to fire; I thought: I could loose my temper. “Yours…!” I said to him with enrage. I entered into our bedroom and closed the door forcefully. He knew my nature very well and he understood that he did some blunder. He dared not to knock the door, perhaps he remembered.

    Next morning when I woke up and saw him sleeping in the couch He was looking so innocent. I was approaching him but suddenly the night incident moved into my eyes and the love for him disappeared in the air and I closed the door with a great noise and Rash awoke. He wished me morning but I didn’t respond and he understood that the cold war had begun. And then whenever he demanded for something or told, on reply I penned down on paper and fetched in his hand. It was so annoying when he said,” it is really…good! I won’t have to listen to your chatter…” I decided to teach him some lesson. From then, whenever he said or demanded something I wrote on paper and inspite of giving into his hand, I it put on the table. He asked me for break fast I prepared it and wrote a slip that “Breakfast is on the dinning table”. He didn’t care about whatever he did and I felt neglected badly.

       From that night as the cold war begun, it was almost 2-3 days passed, when we didn’t exchange 

a single word. Nobody was willing to initiate. Rash looked sad and me too. There was a silence

 between us and in our home. I was recalling my mother’s word. Once she told me that the marriage

 life is just like a sweet-sour pickle. Teasing between them is important for their healthy relationship

 but it shouldn’t lead to misunderstanding, otherwise ego comes between their relations. And don’t

 stretch it too long. Anyone can take initiative to talk and he or she won’t be inferior to the other half.    

                 I was thinking what if, if I would talk first. Thinking likewise I was entering into the bedroom 

and I dashed against Rash because I didn’t see due to the curtain hanging on the door. We were hit

 hard in the head with one another. I felt dizzy and disoriented, so I was falling down but Rash caught

 me in his arms. He gently laid me on the couch and asked, “Vinii…! Are you OK…? I nodded my head in 

yes. The ice that was frozen between our relations was melted at once. I was delirious for a while. And 

when I felt well, I opened my eyes. Rash was gazing at me with deep love and affection. We both looked

 at each other for while and then laughed wildly.

        At that day we promised each other whatever problem or argument rises between us. It wouldn’t over shadow our relationship. Actually I think that the sweet and sour teasing between the couple acts as tonic for their relation. And the couple shouldn’t go far beyond in arguing with each other, otherwise ego problem makes their relationship worst and it would be harmful for their relation.

(Veena Sethi).