Parenting Dreams

I write and erase with such celerity that it surprises me. Snatching self from self, tearing my own thoughts into bits and feeding my own hungry dreams that are no less than suckling infants. I wonder how can one mother more than one child. Maybe it is easy being a mother than fathering two dreams or is it vice-versa? I might be wrong but somehow I feel that the way a man treats his children is different from the way a woman does, given their biological and social make-up and thought-process. I am comparing parenting with nurturing dreams because nurturing dreams is almost like nurturing children. We have many dreams and we try to live them all; success or failure of it is another thing but trying to live or materialize them is of utmost importance to me. 

So, I wish to understand the relationship that we share with each of our dreams and the treatment that we give to each of them. Why are we partial to one and kind to another? (Well! One may say that our level of interest in it, available opportunities and resources, decides our response to it but......) Can we as a parent truly treat all are children with equal affection?

                          

My question is can we humans truly treat others with equality? Can we be impartial or non-distinctive in our treatment?

Is it pure selfishness or is it love that makes one so selfish or partial?

P.S. This post is a little jumbled up. Hope you all can make some sense out of it. Happy Sunday!

Kiss the Rain

Since the last couple of days we're having an awesome weather. Sudden downpour has tamed Delhi heat and given us the much needed respite from it. I have been enjoying the wind, rain and Yiruma's "Kiss the Rain". Sharing the link with you all:


Note: For the lyrics of "Kiss the rain" you can click on the following link. Yiruma - Kiss The Rain lyrics | LyricsMode.com

Sharing another link with you, its the sound of rain. Try playing both the tracks simultaneously and let me know what's it like (I had read it on the web and tried it. It's a pure delight for the senses.): 

Enjoy the "jugalbandi" (duet) of music and nature!!

Khaali Canvas (Empty Canvas)

लम्हा लम्हा जी लूं  तुम्हें 

तो पा लूं ज़िन्दगी ,

तुम्हे पाकर खो दूं ज़िन्दगी 

तो कोई ग़म नहीं ,

पर ज़िन्दगी पाकर तुम्हें खो दूं

तो ज़िन्दगी, ज़िन्दगी नहीं I

तम्हारे बिना,

ये ज़िन्दगी इक खाली कैनवास है I

Translation:

Living (with) you each moment
I shall find life
If I shall find you by losing life
It shall be worth it
But
If I found life by losing you
It shall be worthless 'cause
Life won’t be life anymore.

Without you,
Life is like an empty canvas.

P.S. It is not a good translation but have done it for those who are not well-versed with Hindi.

P.S.S. Popularity and heavy traffic comes at a price. After a lot of effort I was able to recover my blog. Sorry, to all those who had problem viewing my blog. I hope its functioning properly now. If the problem persists then plz do let me know.

An Ordinary Tale

I have been on a sleeping mode. Was wondering when my snooze-fest would be over not that I wasn't enjoying it. It was a blissful period, slumbering in and out of reality and dreams. Free from worries for a brief period. Had wondered then what would wake me up from this sweet sleep or knock me out of this reverie. Well! I didn't have to wait long (though I wanted it to go on a bit longer). My (not-so) charming prince came in disguise of reality which woke me up not with a kiss but a kick. Hmm..….not all fairy tales are hunky-dory with a sweet ending.
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