Inland ..My Bearer

Inland.Many might picturize some thing else with this INLAND. Its the simple,cute, blue 6 folded inland letter.It has been my bearer, bearer of love, respect,care & affection during my old rocking college days.Pen has always been mightier than sword for me. Many used to interpret the act of writing letter to my dad, mom,sis & some times to my friends that too at an era where 5th generation computers had been dominating, as an extreme awkward act.It was true that mobile had been dominant with my college mates that time, even if i maintained the same as a time keeing device.Inland has been economically so cheap that a 1.50 Re one was worth enough even for essays.My parents used to support my act of writing a lot as they too used to give replies via letter.

U can shed your feelings in its right temperament when you write.Cliches may interfere very often you communicate lingually.But letters make the conversation crisp & makes the reader get to know the author's view crystal clear provided the syntax is attractive.I believe greeting cards got evolved through these personal letters only.

Even now my blog has given me the chance to express my own ideas,thoughts & feelings to the world.I miss those inland letters that had been a strong bearer of myself before.Telephones/mobile are dominant now.Still! Pen is mightier than Sword.

Its 60th Republic Day

Its republic day again. As usual i am 'on' with tv 'on' watching the parade live in times now.I would go back to 2000 where a young NCC cadet in me was parading through Rajpat receiving the salute of the Supreme commander of Armed Forces. Rather it was the most priced achievement in my life.From those days of NCC till now i regularly watch the parade on republic day & its my privilege to respect the Nation during the National Salute.

Even if the dream of being an officer in the Indian Army remains unchristened, with destinies taking me far away to the corporate world;this day blossoms those star on my shoulders once again.Its 60th Republic day today.Vande Mataram!!!

Its for U.Ma Mom.

For my mom I am Rake. The rest ‘sh’ part has been purposefully kept shhhh( silent) for the ease of calling.Being her 1^st child it had been her prerogative to tease me,scold me & also hit me with that litmus stick in our courtyard as a reward for my own atrocities. Nevertheless my sis who is damn 6 years younger than me had the privilege to remain as a cute little sweetie in everyones eyes. She is always, as obviously, an apple in my eye except during the times she gave a wicked smile seeing those litmus stick beatings getting awarded to me by mom. However the ambiguity stays in the fact that my mom has been my best friend till now. For a better picture I didn’t find anyone worthier than my mom to be my best friend

In my school days she used to carefully listen to my whole daily chores which I narrate at the end of the day. While I metamorphosed to a teenager she was the best guide to search a girl friend for me.She has sewed a good rapport with many of them that they bothered to update her whereabouts even if not mine. To be frank she has played the maximum part to make a smart me.

Now I am an adult. I earn myself & I stay miles away from my parents .Once I started to spread my arms, I am away from them. Daily chore summery has gone down to 10 min chat on mobile with mom .I concede that I am not there for any of their help. May be I could have got a job near my hometown, but this rat race forbids me from the same. Still my mom never complaints for that, perhaps she is the one who supports me to migrate wherever I wish irrespective of personal obligations. I used to wonder how this life behaves!!You are of some one,loved by some one,work for some one,earn for someone & relieve for some one.To wind up you are the best my mom & I love you a lot..A hell lot !!!!