Tuesday, November 20, 2007

The American devil dance in Iraq..........

To my brothers of IRAQ......
Oh! My brothers of Iraq,
Here are my teardrops
Dripped through the
Conscience of human kind across
I shut my eyes and ears, as I cannot bear
The torture stories which brought you to knees
In your own mother land !

Mothers, bend your head with shame,
They are your sons, who danced the devilish game,
Were they bloodless beasts?
When he for hunger while they not!
Were they too not from a mother's womb?
Were they not once little babies who smiled,
At a swaying flower and at a growling dog !
And caressed the rag dolls with such promising words!

When did they turn out to be a
Simple machine of flesh and bones?
Severing from the divine thread,
That strings the whole world through the divine red!
It is we mothers who wronged
Again it is we who was wronged!

Oh Moms! feed your kids a little nectar
Of love and compassion, the mix of Ambrosia Divine
Along with Baby foods and bottled water
Let him know the Divine within,
Before he falls into the Satan’s.

Brothers! Let the judgement
Take place in His court of justice.
Pray to Him, let it not happen,
Again for another one caged!

Glass ceiling

Bringing up children, is always a responsibility that never ends but only piles up with each year that passes. Almost every mom would agree with this though not every fathers. It is not less a job to be a mom of two kids and that too in a foreign land far way from the apparent guidance of the experienced hands and other close relatives. By the way Iam not a working mother but a mother who works for atleast sixteen hours, and even more if my maid decides to call it a day. Recently a good soul send me an e-card praising the mother hood and the card wonderfully stated God created moms because He couldn’t reach every where as he thought, and so made His presence every where in the form of mothers. Not only he took the spine of Adam, in the process of creating the master piece, that is Eve he also equipped her with lots and lots of features than the first version, in general an updated second version with certain salient features. So the output became omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent in her own realm. She is much patient and understanding than the first version. She can attend to atleast a set of three tasks at a time. She can remain awaken through out the night and can easily jump into her responsibilities next day without any complaints and murmuring

I rarely get time to indulge in my hobbies, forget about the hobbies atleast to listen to an old soothing music to calm down my nerves. My ears hesitate to listen to the music, as my son will have something better to offer so I post pone my calming exercise and I respectfully attend to his needs. Even if I plant a thought, it will not mature as I have to answer so many curious questions in between, scream in my peak so that my toddler son will get distracted from his destructive mission, or I have to take them to toilet or go in search of a piece of crayon which vanished in a jiffy somewhere. By the time I finish up with these intrusions I would have forgotten the great idea or the plan that had sprouted in my brain and I begin to ransack my grey matter just to get an answer for " What is cooking?"And "what is for tea next day". I bet if the women folk had focused their thought for something else rather than these petty household there would have been, such a leap in inventions and discoveries that we would be some where near the end of this century or have reached the fullness and sitting pretty somewhere. But only the matter that concern is little kids of the human beings will roam around the earth devouring whatever comes before them and may cause the end of this marvelous species, ‘man’ just as the Dinosaur babies did to the happy rule of their own species only because of their irresponsible mothers.!

Sometimes I wonder how much pains would have gone in bringing up the kids in those good old golden days of my grand mom and mom, that too without the assistance and help of the latest technology and gadgets. They had to do everything manually, from washing the clothes to churning the curds, from going to a neighbor to enquire about his well being to sending a letter telling so and so has delivered twins even before they could take her to the bed. Yet they looked beautiful and younger to their age. When I think more deeply I realize that it is not they it is me who is performing like multifunctional machinery. While my grand mom’s time there were lots of members in the family mansion on which the kids can take out their energy, So that moms in question would have relaxed, and set out for further duties like baking a huge cake or stitching a beautiful flower in their gown. They didn’t have to find an extra time to shed off the calories, extra time to pamper their face as the daily routine of taking a good oil bath itself provided enough soothing for their skin and general health.

No doubt nothing would have been faster as in this time of ours which is also in a way inversely proportional for our health. As in my case I have everything around within a touch of my fingertips, still there is no enough time for me. We boast of inventions, which performs faster and saves time but still we are tight for it. Moreover I have to take care of every gadgets and equipment so that my kids won’t get harmed with these giants. My work has doubled. I have to run a race to attend the telephone with my younger one before he grab it and I wonder how many fathers can remain cool and composed when he has to apologize before an interviewer who unfortunately thought of giving an interview through the telephone as a first step and have taken aback to hear the babbles of a toddler on the other side. I have to play hide and seek with those chocolate bars and chips so that my kids health will not get affected and have to compete with the multinationals so that my kids will tastefully devour what I have prepared rather than those marketed by them. In a nut shell no development of technology can lessen the duty of a mom . So I see it as a rule of the divine that everything will come in as a package, a fine mix of good and bad. Only thing is you can choose either of these and be prepared for the consequences. And one thing that is perfect in this imperfect world is Mother’s love for her kids. It is rare to find a perfect wife or a perfect husband or for that matter even a perfect lover, but ask for a perfect mother Iam sure almost all hands will go up . Yes, the divine had his own beautiful plans and he wanted the human species to survive and should not be a failure as it happened before.
Only mothers can anchor our world to a better place to live in and only she can teach her kids, to love and to tolerate. That is if he cannot love that noisy neighbor then tolerate him to a certain limit. To forgive and forget. If that guy has not returned your few and only few bucks even after the said date then forget.

The tailpiece: _ My mom just gave me a call from my native country to make sure my family members are in the pink of their health. Motherly anxieties never ends be her kids a mother or even a grand mother...

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