The Two Women In My Life

I just dint want to leave the first day of my (proper)blog which just one entry .Don't ask me why because i dont know the answer. It's funny , because people blog when they have something to write about, today, its almost like i am blogging to think of something to write about .

I had always wanted a medium to just express a few of the million thoughts running in my mind on the two most treasured people in my life. I dont whether this medium or these words will justify what they have been to me. What will , i dont think i can never justify them ,for i believe you can never justify your mother and sister.

Both of them are so alike , so wonderful ,so amazing and to say that they are strongwilled is an understatement. My mother and sister never fail to suprise me with their attitude and how they look at the world. As my sister always used to say ' There's a positive in every negative you face in life ,it just depends on how you look at it ' . I dont think i can ever measure upto the levels she has achieved in life . I dont think i am even justified to write about my mother. I have never seen a more devoted and full-spirited woman in my life, and neither do i wish to see, because i cant imagine anyone else taking up my mom's pedestal. Well if you judge people just ,by, their academic excellence and scholastic ability , both of them are miles ahead . My mother a Doctor of Philosophy and my sister , a Distinguished Masters Student out of Pennsylvania State. Both of them are highly principled and doctrined. My mother quit her profession ,because, she felt it did not get the respect it deserved. My sister took up her profession as a challenge ,after a certain torrid time she went through . Though , both these acts objectively ,when viewed are diametrically opposite, i felt, these two situations ,just exemplified what they are.

Well just to suprise a few out here, my sister is my cousin and we are not blood relations. But the bonding we shared during our formative years cant be described. Growing up with her , is something i really want back , and i wouldn mind dying to get that life back. My sister had always looked at me the way one looks at a pet poodle , cuddling me ,showering me with love,affection ,care and protecting me from what went on outside in that dark ,dangerous world. Little did i know ,that she was one of the most fiercest and tough females around in the world. I still remember that incident. It was 1230 in the afternoon ,when she and i were waiting for the signal near Bandra-Kurla Complex on her Activa . There was this Marathi guy ,who came and said something umentionable to her in Marathi . I could not understand the language and , i never regretted that ,especially after this incident. The next thing i knew , she had hopped off the bike, kneed him in his privates, had his elbow in a twist and gave two upper cuts to his face. Frankly, if i had not gone to the bathroom in my home ,before coming out , i would have wasted all over my sister's vehicle .That was the feeling of pure , unadulterated terror i experienced at that moment . From then on ,it was never the same . She was just potrayed herself in a completely different light from then on . It was a feeling more than the deepest veneration , a person could experience . She was not my sister anymore, i don't know how to put it . Words still fail me , and the lump in my throat is starting to hurt now. I still don't where God gave her so much strongwill and so much patience , that she could get through what all she's been through. And the fact that she wont be there to wave at me , and send me off at the airport, when i leave abroad just brings tears to my eyes . Why the hell should she fly to Singapore just at the wrong time ??? I wish i could ask her this question , but , i think i already know the answer . A wonderful smile , a gentle rustling of my hair and a peck on the cheek.

.My mother , i dont think i can write about her. I dont think any son or daughter should write about their mothers. They have no right to do so. Feeding off their bodies before they were born ,and feeding off their breasts after they were born , i believe every one of us is tied to ,something which cant be described. Probably , sometime ,before i die, i would love to write about my wonderful mom. I am all what i am , because of her. I was born in her lap , i just wish i could die in her's too .That would be my last wish , if God feels that i have lived enough .

I thank ,you ,God , in whatever form you are and whatever name you take , " for giving me these two people " . Its one reason why i look forward to the next day, just to see their faces .