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Am I A GOOD MOTHER???

Motherhood: All Love Begins and Ends there – Robert Browning

What do you mean by Motherhood? Who according to you is a Prefect Mother? …your mom, your best friend’s mom or your neighbor’s mom…or you believe there is nothing like Prefect Mother

There is no formula for Perfect Mother but million ways to be a Good Mother

In my opinion…a Good Mother is the one who gives…values & virtues which are necessary to live in harmony with the mankind…who develops positive attitude towards failure & success of life…who develops a good moral character…who tells humanity is the God of all religions…who develops respect towards all culture & tradition irrespective of gender and caste…who respects humanity…for me she is a Good Mother

But question is how many women or shall I say mothers are capable of nurturing their children in moral aspect???…Very Few…Right

Look around and do a quick scanning…how many women you know who falls in this category…may be one or two…or still thinking…I know I am so rude…but ask yourself…am I really wrong???…

Don’t you feel that somewhere down the line…mothers are not being honest with their creations anymore…people have become more selfish & harsh…humanity is missing…heinous crimes like gang rape, acid attacks have become part of every day’s news…killing for small things…where are we going…what are we doing…we have created a Value Less Society…who is responsible???

Of course…we cannot play the blame game with mothers…but they are the root of every human being…and if it’s infected the plant and fruits are ought to be sour in taste…a mothers attitude affects the personality of a child very deeply…most of the women don’t have emotional, mental & social stability which is a must for being a mother…after all it’s a huge responsibility…she is nurturing the future generation of a society & a country…and I am sure you cannot deny that fact…

Women who don’t have children due to any reason are often insulted…you can never understood motherhood…and the pain through which she has to go…I agree…that nine month’s journey brings lots of changes in a woman body…but does it bring mental changes which are more important…again the answer is NO…

There are women who are not biological mother of their children…still they have set an example for society… for becoming a Good Mother…you don’t have to go through 9 months painful journey…it depends on your ability to love unconditionally…your ability to develop a balanced personality of your child…your ability to stay honest and true not only to your child but oneself too…

We keep on learning till the end of life…but values & virtues developed at early stages of life works as a foundation…what you get or give your child is not important…but what he becomes counts the most

Are you doing justice to the best gift bestowed upon you by God?

Love AARYA

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A New Breed Of Marriages…Really???

In India…a new breed of Marriage is booming thanks to some delusionist…Love cum Arranged & Arranged cum Love

Since ages we have heard about only two types of marriages…Arranged Marriage & Love Marriage…but some extra smart jerks have invented this new concept…

In my country…love marriage is trending…youngsters who wanted to go for Love Marriage desperately…but unfortunately didn’t find the right partner and went ahead with Arranged Marriage…invented the concept of Arranged cum Love

You cannot fall in love with a person whom you have met few weeks ago…in a formal setting organized by your parents…by talking on phone & meeting couple of times…in front of your family troops…cannot make you fall in love…and even if you do…you are nuts…

And people who wanted the world to believe…that there was no World War III at their home…while talking about their beloved with their families and relatives…who want the world to believe, there was no natak and tamasha (problems & issues) in their marriage…invented the concept of Love cum Arranged

There’s always World War III, IV & V…when any boy or girl…discloses his/her relationship in front of their parents & family…because we are not allowed to choose our life partner…that’s a crime in our society…you need to born with Xtra Lucky Charm…so your parents don’t create Ekta Kapoor’s daily soap kinda drama…and specially mom…well there have been cases where dads were way to dramatic then mom…in order to portray…cool parent picture in front of society…they came up with this crap concept…

But I would love to clear all their bullshit doubts and get them out of their fantasy world…

There is nothing like Love cum Arranged or Arranged cum Love…your marriage is either Love or Arranged…and if you have balls…accept it…only losers believe in delusions…

I hope I made my point well…would love to know your views on this trending concept of New Age Marriages 🙂

Love AARYA

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The Waiting Room

I was surrounded by people…talking, murmuring, whispering…but I was lost in my train of thoughts…couple of hours ago I was lying in my bed…relaxing, waiting for the alarm to buzz once  more…mom almost crashed my bedroom’s door and told us dad met with an accident…next few minutes were blur…I gained consciousness when I saw dad…tangled in god knows how many small pipes wires weird looking machines…I along with my mom, who was crying silently…my bro who was sitting lost in his thoughts just like me and Vicky who was engrossed in a deep conversation with very close family friend…were waiting for the main doctor…he was the one who would give final verdict  about dad’s condition…and he came six hours later…

Two hours were passed…there was an awkward silence in the room…nobody was talking anymore…the door was opened with a bang…a lady came crashing…she was barefoot carrying a small child…must be around 5 or 6…he was badly injured…soaked in blood…other members of her family came running…few minutes later that lady came sat next to me…she was crying…another woman from her family told her…he would be fine…she lost control and kept crying…that little boy was serious, he was fighting for his life…

I looked around the room…most of the people who were sitting in that room…were waiting for some good news…their faces wet with tears…loved ones consoling them…and suddenly it struck me…their patient might be more serious in comparison to my dad…I closed my eyes and prayed silently for everyone…I wiped my tear soaked face at the corner of my tee…

Few days later my dad got discharged…there were no serious injurious…on my way to the exit I passed through that room once again…there were new faces, some were old…I wanted to know what happened to that small child…but I was too scared to digest the truth…I turned around and ran until I was out in the open

People always say…waiting is a sign of true love & patience…but no one in this world would ever like to stand in THE WAITING ROOM of the hospital…

Love AARYA

This post is part of this week’s WOW Prompt…

She is my wife…

She wakes up early, prepares breakfast and pack everyone’s lunch…and before the alarm starts ringing…my tea is on night stand with the morning paper…once everyone leaves, she makes the house spick and span…she goes from room to room…picking up things which I left here and there…from socks to toffee rappers…from car keys to chargers…she takes shower, get dressed and leaves for the work…she comes early so that I can have evening tea on time…even if I am behaving like a jerk…she opens the door with a smile…she fixes dinner for everyone…serve it hot…gives my fav sweet dish before I sink in…she goes back to her kitchen…and spend couple of hours there…she comes in between to see what I am doing…she puts a warm blanket so I don’t get cold…once she is done with everything…she slip next to me without disturbing my sleep…and next day…she wakes up early…

She is my wife…over the years…when she took the place of my mum…I didn’t realize…but suddenly she has become the necessity…not because she cleans and sweeps…no I can have a servant for that…but she loves me, nourishes me…she turned four brick walls into a beautiful home…Our Home Sweet Home…

I always paid respect to my mother for doing everything for me…she carried me for nine months…there’s a blood relation so love is obvious…but I am not related to my wife, she didn’t carry me for nine months…still she does everything for me just the way my mum used to do it…

If I can appreciate my mother…why can’t I appreciate my wife…if I can give respect to my mom…why can’t I respect my wife…I think I can…what about you???

Love AARYA