A father’s life

In the early morning,
I start the race,
Against all the abating,
And obstacles I face.
Forcing by way, battering,
Through many many gates.

Woke up early,
Still, no time to rest,
100 chores waiting,
Each in itself a test.

First, I remember my weight,
To reduce it, let us go to walk,
Even if last night, I slept late,
Then rising son on time,
Thinking about the grocery rates,
In front of the kids, being sublime,
Searching for my daughter’s mate,
Working several hours overtime,
To protect my children’s fate.

Seems like a difficult job,
Years of lifetime, it rob,
Many times, it is not enough
The appreciation you got.

But, I am still happy to do it,
There are perks to this lunacy,
A life having a purpose to it,
Better then a perfect life of fantasy.

When, I see my kids grow,
From small steps to giant leaps,
Watching this my eyes glow,
Better then thousand gold heaps.

So, I stick to fight,
For, I can announce aloud,
In all trials and delight,
They will make me proud.

Siblings Wars

The enemy is coming,
We need to set a trap,
A ball above the door hanging,
(ball is really soft)
Swing to her face like a slap.

This war is going on,
For a lot many years,
Nobody was able to won,
Every sec full of fear.

But brave are those,
Who will never quit,
Thorns or a roes,
Use any means best fit.

Here, comes the enemy,
Open door to her happily,
She directly goes to balcony,
Direct in my trap easily.

The ball hit her in forehead,
Wish you able to see her face,
As angry as a person mad,
I just ran like in a race,
Like running from walking dead,

She is just behind,
I got stuck into a corner,
No plan comes in mind,
To save from this danger.

Nothing can save me now,
She took my hand in her,
What a way of revenge, WOW!
With​ all strength she can master,
Dug her nails like knife on butter.

I look at the gills(marks) I got,
The do pain a liittle, a little hot.
But seeing that smile on her face,
Make this skirmish, a worthy shot.

So, the victory for now has to wait,
It concludes to another stalemate.

My mother’s death

I still remember the day,
The weather was nice,
I think it was Sunday,
A lazy day to spend on a vise.

A child of eighth standard,
Enjoying his chocolate milk,
Without much worry of the world,
Life as smooth as cloth of silk.

But ,alas,
all good things ends,
The absolute law,
Fate’s general trends.

This lesson,
The child was about to learn,
His life was going to take,
A hard and dramatic turn.

Suddenly,
His mother starts coughing,
She a patient of Asthma,
Felt problem in breathing.
Child still not worried,
As, father was with mother,
He will take care of everything,

But, papa can do so much,
Sometimes, it takes more than,
A dear’s love magic touch,
Not a would, healed by a kiss,
Mother’s lung needs a crutch,
A machine to filter oxygen,
His mother need much.

But ,alas,
Even machines are no match,
To almighty ‘Yama’, god of death.
The child now realises the situation,
Rush to his mother’s side,
First time felt real desparation.

Entire family was in the room,
Not for dinner, just gloom,
Papa constantly checking heart beat,
As high as that of an athlete.

That sounds like a compliment,
But mother is thin and weak,
Sign of fate’s dreadful intent,
Like a slaughter house’s reek.

She complains of great restlessness,
Child feel something foul has commence,
Her body starts getting cold,
Child looks desparatly to father,
For sign of some hope,
Got an equally desparate look rather.

With nothing to do ,
He start rubbing her feat.
Against lord Yama,
He refused to accept defeat.

What a child can do,
Mother grew unconscious,
She spoke quickly to him,
Don’t cry little mister,
I will be alright, if you promise,
Never to fight your sister.

Before child can take the vow,
Mother grew unconscious,
No way now, to let mother know,
As these words will be remembered,
As last of her voice heard.

Heartbeat declined rapidly,
Child grew anxious by the moment,
Cusred himself for being lazy,
In first aid class of CPR remitence.

She grew pailer by the moment,
Then the siren sounds,
Ambulance took his mother,
Away from all bounds,
Never to return to him,
Across umcimbable mounds.

What can a child do,
Has no control over death.
Except one thing,
Wish of her last breath.

So, I look to the sky,
And made this resolve,
Never ever to shy,
From hard work, even absolve,
To protect my sister from every cry,
I will be strong and brave,
This will be my good bye.

NVC(Non Violent Communication)

We all want a peaceful life
But some things may be a knife
Little battles in the family
Over lost sox or kid like insensibly
We fight very sentimentally
At least see the reason,
What happened to our mentality?
Small things not worth our attention
Becomes reason for relation anhiliation.

So what is the solution
How to avoid
Unnecessary confrontation
What we need in our life
Is a simple correction
For the sake of your bonds
Opt for Non Violent Communication

A simple technique inspired form Gandhi,
Is the art of avoiding everyday frustration,
Caused by non important reasons,
But for our happiness become a adulteration.

The technique based on the principle of empathy,
Consists of 4 steps, only a little lengthy,
But has its adbantage and no penalty.

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First, Observe
What is troubling you,
What act of other,
Troubles you so much,
That you wanna curse his mother,
But wait, don’t fall for the bait,
Shut your mouth before too late,
Rather proceed to second state.

Your feelings,
Towards this dealing,
Analyse type emotions,
Anger, despair or frustration
That arise in you
By seeing the other’s action,
What emotions you get,
Are usually the mirror,
Of your behaviour outlet.

Next,
Understand the need,
By which your feelings lead,
Every human emotion,
Is the result of a certain need,
Weather attention, hunger,
Love, sex or even greed.
We get angry or frustrated
When some of them,
We cannot meet.
If you know your needs and expectations,
You may also understand other’s reason
Behind his or hers actions.

Last step in most important,
Once you understand your distress,
And expectations from others
Convey to them as a simple request.
Be polite and understating,
Rather then, harsh and demanding.
Keep your ego on a side,
And explain your need with a calm mind,
So that they can also find,
What actions of theirs, do you mind.

The steps are simple,
Even are just common sense,
But anger can blog your senses do much,
You view everything, with the hatred lens.

Practice this checklist,
Observe, feelings, need and request
To bind you resolution in a way
In which terms of both are best.
Do not let your negetavity win,
This, is your final test.
At last, just All d best😊😊
      
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For more info on NYC vist this wikipedia pagehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nonviolent_Communication

A smile worth thousand night sleeps

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Woke up in the morning
Sleeping is so boring
I want to play
I want to play

Mama mama! where are you
Papa Papa found you
Come to me , come to me
Today show me something new

Dadi dadu play with me
I want to play now only
Later drink  your tea

Pick me in your lap
Sing a song
Or do I amplify my cry
And your ear goes
Bong bong bong!

Mama picked me up
Rocking in her lap
Sang a lullaby
Like a sweet syrup

In mama’s lap, at this moment
I am sooo happy
And feeling very sleepy

Wait a min

Why mamma putting me to sleep,
When I want to play, sing and leap,
Why Papa saying to count the sheep?

Isn’t it  already the morning
Why everyone sleepily frowning?
Oh o! Maybe I woke up early
Not morning, it is 12 thirty

Oopsy dupsy!
I woke everyone at midnight,
When should be sleeping tight,
If mama is angry, she has the right,
But I know this will not lead to fight.

Mamma loved me so much,
She will never scold me
For a thing as such

I know Mamma ,
I give you lots of trouble
But on seeing me
Your anger pops like a bubble

I know getting a mom like you
Is the destiny of just a lucky few
To compensate for this trouble
I will give this smile just for….you
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This poem is dedicated to Manu Bhaiya, Kiti Bhabhi and of course the cute gift they have given us – Maahir(their 3 month old baby)

     I request all readers to pray for Maahir’s long life, good health , brilliant mind and for this precious smile to remain forever.

On my 20th birthday- best gift trust of papa

ON YOUR TWENTIETH BIRTHDAY

Your birthday, my dear son, recalls every time,

Every odd turns to, dear Piyush, a happy pastime.

Difficulties always stand in our path, not to melt,

Not to break our will our spirit but to rise sublime.

You took normal birth, but in operation theatre,

A sign to reduce toughest exigency at a low ebb.

Higher the mountain higher to be our aspiration,

To gain the summit, keep rise, to cross the web.

Woeful plight of gone year faced at with brave,

Made you stronger against all toughs of life ever.

Keep the spirit, shine like the polar star, be happy,

Your life blossom like roses, fructify flavour.
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Many many happy returns of the day, Oh! dear,

Live for thousands years ever with beaming face.

A computer lover, a blogger, always creative guy,

Wish you all the felicities of life with God’s grace.

                  
                      by : Prakash Chander Gupta

                            (My father)

    A beautiful poem written for me by my papa, the person I love the most, the person I trust the most.
   It is the my best birthday gift. Even best than my Xperia Z1.
   Why because it does Papa’s changing view of me. He is now not looking at a child who went in his lap every time he has some problem. Nor a teenager who needs his guidance at every corner. He sees a mature adult who can take his own responsibility. Who knows what he needs to do? Who is not his burden rather his strength?
      I owe papa very much. He just not took care of my financial needs. Rather he is my flashlight who guided. He is the one who helped me reasons my love for pretty programming. He is the one who encouraged me for writing.( my english till 3rd was really weak. I now understand the worth of those hours of translation and grammer lessons).
      Form big things to small things like showing me bus routes to collage to helping me in studying Maths(he has not studied the collage level maths. He studied now just for me).
     Now, when I am old enough I am keen on returning something. I have realised the best thing I can return him is pride and happiness that a parent get on setting his/her child winning in life. Satisfaction that his parenting was right.
      This is one of the main reason I started blogging. I loved the emotions on his face when I told his I have reached more than 25 followers (lots of thanks to all my followers).
    Well, it is just a beginning. I still have to learn a lot to be able to take all his responsibilities. Thankfully, I have papa and that is more than enough.
     Thank typo for reading. Always remember what type parents means to you and what you mean to them.

Papa – a simple life of great endeavor

       
      

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My family is quiet well off from the blessings of Krishna and of course Papa. We have everything we need and luxuries want. Just 2 hrs ago I was watching a movie on our Bravia Led tv. Just now I was playing Counter Strike condition zero on my DELL laptop. Now I am writing this blog on my Xperia Z1 smartphone.
         Papa has provided us with everything we need. From our basic needs to be costly luxuries.  But there was a time when my family was not so well off(much before I was born).
          Around half a century ago, in 1957 papa was born to an extremely poor mother (Amma – my grandmother).  It was the time only 9 years after the India Independence.  The circumstances of the country was not good. The economy is its in its initial stages. There is large scale unemployment.
         My grandfather owned a small tea shop in the small town of Arki situated in the country side of Himachal Pradesh. He was second born to Amma. Four followed in coming years. With the 5 siblings my father was grown up in the small town.  Despite the poverty my grandmother (Amma) imparted him best possible moral teachings possible.  Though she had only studied till 5th class,  she believes that education is as important as 2 time meals. Despite her poverty she admitted all her six children in the local primary school.(which will prove to be her greatest gift for the entire family).  Her moral teachings and unconditional love will not go to unawarded.
        My father joined school in 1963. Immediately he proved his talents and devotion to study in all subjects especially maths. He wanted to support his mother in every way. Soon he started gaining scholarships after scholarships (I have to hide my face when compared to him).  He was never dependent on others for his education. 
      It was not that easy. Lots of ups and downs came in his life. My father knows that he would also have to support family in some way.
There were many times they couldn’t able to afford 2 square meals. My father along with tau(his bigger brother) and Amma had to cut their stomach to be able to feed the younger once.
         My grandfather was not so good.  What I can say? He did not care for his family when they needed him the most. The income from the small tea shop was usually spent on his cigarettes or his love for  non veg. He is not in this world now. But memories he have left behind are not happy once.
       With such responsibility I don’t think any child would feel like continuing his education. But my father don’t let this stop him. Even the desire to change the circumstances of the family become the greatest motivation in his life.
      There were some very depressing time. Like one time he needed to purchase a practical file for his school. But grandmother has no money for it. He was told to submit the file next day only. He purchased 1 kilo of jaggery for 20 paise(1 rupee = 100 paise). He spent entire evening cutting it in shape of toffees and wrapped them in pieces of newspaper.  He went to market to sell them for 3 paise each. Till the dead at night he sold them all an earned around 45 paise. That was his first income.  He finally buied file for 35 praise and gave the rest to his mother.
        Such dedication I don’t think is possible for me.  I shall prefer not going to school the next day. But my father thinks entirely different. He believes that not submitting work on time will raise questions to your dedication. 
        When Papa reached 8th class the family shifted to a bigger town Bilaspur. My grandfather rented a small general store. Usually my father had to help in the store after the break. He had to usually miss periods after the break.( i always feel a little guilt when I bunk for hanging out with my friends). Despite of teacher’s complaints, my father study with full heart. Because of his hard work, he stood 4th in Himachal Board Exam of 8th class.
       When he passed matrix (10th class), an important decision was waiting for him. In India after 10th students have to choose from 3 disciplines – Humanities, Science Or Commerce.  My father wanted to take commerce. It was his dream.  But at that time Commerce was not offered at his school and of course he can’t afford to go in some big city.  So killing his dream he opted for Humanities and pursues BA (Bachelor Of Arts) in political science. That was hard time for him.  He always wanted to pursue Commerce. But he studied whatever he got with full day devotion for his family and topped in second year of college.
        2 months after the results he got the call that will change his life forever.  He was selected for a job in the government. He was really happy at that time. Completing his education he immediately joined the job and family shifted to Delhi.
         In the free time,  he decided to pursue his dream. He started studying commerce.  Without any tuition or coaching he passed the entrance test for ICWA ( bachelor degree in commerce) in the first attempt. (My sister has passed this test in 3rd attempt even after getting the best coaching available).
      On completing ICWA, he was promoted to the rank of the officer and everything changed forever.
      It may feel like a made up story. But it is the true story of my father. 25 years later he have 2 children (me and my elder sister). 
        Father has given us a life full of love,  dreams and luxuries.  He has tried to give us everything that he can’t get in his childhood. May be he is not Steve Jobs or Mahatma Gandhi but to us he is a man born for greatness and source of endless inspiration.
       Thank you papa for everything.  I promise one day you will be proud of me as I am proud of you.(it is one of my main inspiration for started blogging).
    Papa Achche(papa is best)
   Many many thanks to you also for reading. Enjoy your life but never forget what your parents have done for you.
      Have a blissful life