28 Jun

This is the story of a little girl who wrote a small poem when she was ten years old. It went like this…

The Sun is shining bright.
With all its lovely might.

The yellow birds are chirping,
A sweet song worth singing.

The river flowing blue,
In all its beautiful hue.

The flowers are peeping,
And the buds are blushing.

The morning is indeed wonderful,
For the beautiful heart to be cheerful.


When she was 3 years old, her mother and father got her a book, “Snow white and the seven dwarfs”. It was a very beautiful fairy tale known to all of us. She dreamt of fairies and dwarves and far away lands with beautiful things in it. She loved to listen to the story again and again at bed time and every other time she was bored.

One day, when she was four years old, her mother subscribed to the famous Amar Chitra Katha comics and to Sri Krishna’s stories. He was her hero. It was her first introduction to larger than life heroes. (Staunch Vaishnavites, forgive her for calling Krishna a hero than a God, perhaps, since this is about her, we can refer to certain things in certain ways to parallel her views.)

So it was a long journey from the time Krishna was born till He dies. It took up almost a year or more with her imagination running riots.

There was a time, when learning of Krishna’s death, this little girl took it to heart and wept profusely. There was no one who could pull her out from the abysmal sorrow. At last, her mom decided that the specific episode handling Krishna’s death should be hidden somewhere and the book went away to the back of the window sill.

Later, her voyage included Tinkle, Gokulam, Chandamama, Champak, Tin-Tin, Archies and even CnH.

One day, her father brought home a book called, The Magic Far away tree by Enid Blyton. She was fascinated with the book. She was around seven years old then. She slowly and painstakingly read through it, asking her mother for each and every word she did not understand. The story, language and Blyton’s imagination entranced her. She had found her best friend for life. She started dwelling in the fairy tales of Enid Blyton. She started believing. She felt that beliefs make or break ones life. She started trusting, having faith in her imagination, because whatever she imagined, she came across it in her next book. She knew the books were make believe, but that did not stop her.

There was no going back after that. Her parents introduced her to the classics of the English literature. She fell in love with Dickens, Wordsworth, Shakespeare and Dumas all together. She devoured the Hardy Boys, The Three Investigators, Famous five, Secret Seven, Nancy Drew Files and then later on metamorphosed to the Sidney Sheldon, Jeffry Archer, Robin Cook, Paulo Coelho, Irving Wallace, Paul Brunton, Dr. Asimov, Tolkien, Richard Bach and the likes.

Mystery and fiction bewitched her. Philosophy and Spirituality enamored her. Her parents taught her to trust her instincts, look for answers inside her heart. They nudged her to think of the purpose of life, to fulfill the purpose of one’s existence. She felt the need to relate to nature, relate to her inner self and loved to contemplate.

She did not have many girl friends. But she had the truest and best of friends anyone could have. (Gals, this one is for you too – Sug, Kavi, Ani, Maha, Mel, Vij, Yuv, and all the rest too.)
She is thankful for what she is today. Her love for the language was instilled in her in a very young age by her father and mother. To “thank” them would be an insult. Perhaps, there is a higher purpose and a greater way to show gratitude.

She is also at a loss of words for the creation of this thirst within her to fulfill the purpose of her life, to understand humanity and to evolve beyond the terrene and tangible. Her parents of course provided love, food, clothing, shelter, education, and everything else any normal middle class parents would provide their children with. They also left her with assets any normal middle class daughter would inherit.

But the best thing, they left her with, the most invaluable gift, her love of the language and her thirst for reality. She shrunk into these pockets of silence amidst the everyday dins. She was always left craving for that elusive something which feeds the soul. She learnt to recognize the everyday miracles life is strewn with. She was taught that facts are stranger than fiction like the clichéd sentence goes. She would not be the same person even if she was left with a million dollars or a hundred hectares of realty. She was left with the true wealth of the rich mind and beautiful heart which she would not trade for anything else for the rest of her life.

Life’s treasures are to be measured in their value, the happiness they bring forth, the peace they instill, the love they spread around. Anything capable or worthy of that is truly a treasure. She felt like the richest person on earth, everyday since the day she listened to the story of “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs”.

So, its almost a week since the 100th anniversary of father’s day and I did not wish dad, “Happy Father’s day”. But I am sure he knows I wish well for him on Father’s day and every other day too.

And I say today, Happy Parents’ day, though I know not if such a day exists. If not for them, this soul would not be typing away these ramblings of the intricate human mind.


14 Responses to “HAPPY PARENTS’ DAY”

  1. yuvani June 28, 2010 at 7:26 pm #

    I feel the same way as well, but goes without saying 🙂

    • The Alchemist June 28, 2010 at 7:48 pm #

      I know the feeling 🙂

  2. vinod June 28, 2010 at 10:25 pm #

    good as usual

    • The Alchemist July 10, 2010 at 10:48 am #

      Thank you

  3. Ramchandar June 29, 2010 at 9:39 am #

    Simply understandable with fantastic feelings

  4. Ram June 29, 2010 at 11:07 am #

    nice ‘tribute’ to ur parents .. yes we will all be indebted to them forever.. no amends could be ever be made to equal this out ..

    • The Alchemist July 10, 2010 at 10:47 am #

      True Ram 🙂

  5. Vidya June 30, 2010 at 2:21 pm #

    My dad often used to say that he will provide us only education, but we must make/build our own lives. Your post reminds me of my parents..

    • The Alchemist July 10, 2010 at 10:46 am #

      I am glad to have given you an opportunity for that 🙂

  6. B.Ramprakash June 30, 2010 at 4:57 pm #

    That was really good. Whatever said happens to most of us, but many of the efforts & sacrifices by the parents go unnoticed or overlooked :-(. As long as they are remembered everyday is a “Happy Parents Day” 🙂

    • The Alchemist July 10, 2010 at 10:45 am #

      Thank you. Yes, gratitude is the most holiest of all virtues and especially to parents it is most essential 🙂

  7. ss ramakrishnan July 9, 2010 at 10:54 pm #

    Maybe writing is your forte, instead of working for a living with electronics and software and computers. maybe you will leave a mark on huamnity this way. Pray for guidance,and do what makes u most happy,fulfilled.

    • The Alchemist July 10, 2010 at 10:31 am #

      Thanks. I pray and hope that whatever is best for me and the rest of humanity happens 🙂


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