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A Glass of Milk was Spilled Today

Mothers are not angels come down to Earth. They are human beings doing the best they can for their children and families and half the time too worried about the future of their children to think straight. Don’t put them on a pedestal. Appreciate them for being humans with frailties. As one mother succinctly put it, “We are angels, just angry angels quite a lot of the time.”

A Glass of Milk was Spilled Today

 

A glass of milk was spilled one day.

Mother yelled and Sunny froze,

Knowing the drill, he waited

For the storm to close.

 

Anger though takes time waning,

For this event alas, kept recurring.

Clearly audible was her muttering,

About careless wastage – dire warning.

 

Forecasts faithfully foretold, such folly

Would surely make Sunny’s future unholy.

Then the Homeless and Hungry

Were invited in spirit to behold

How naughty Sunny wilfully

Their last meagre supper, floored!

 

Time at last cooled Mother’s temper,

Having vented some other skirmish here,

It was just a storm in a tea cup,

And the milk finally mopped up.

 

Sunny regretted in vain,

Guilt trip was his bane;

In his mind, jumbled, faint

Articulated a refrain:

“It was an accident.

Everyone, you too,

Have thus been rent.

How much did you

Then exclaim, regret,

Brow beat yourself

Over the head?

You’d be of the ilk:

A waste to cry

Over spilled milk.”

 

Their dog, a house pet

Tethered at bay,

Hoped the accident

Would play out his way.

Wished they’d let him

lap the milk up;

Such a tasty way

To clean the mess up.

 

A glass of milk was spilt again today.

Mother yelled and Sunny froze,

Knowing the drill, he waited

For the storm to come to a close.

 

Too many glasses had been spilt,

And Mother’s anger quickly built.

Sunny struggled with his own guilt;

Why did he keep gesticulating

While eating, his stories punctuating?

 

But this time mother’s mind, sane,

Articulated a humble refrain.

“What if I had caused the spilling?

Wouldn’t I be far more willing

To let go, without any milling?

I would quite easily myself  bilk:

What waste, crying over spilled milk.”

 

At that thought she smiled,

Shared with Sunny, quiet mild:

Her crazy reverse thought process.

Sunny amazed, was not in disgrace.

 

The dog wagged his tail eagerly;

His tongue lolled out happily.

“Someone please read my mind,

Let me lap up the milk, be kind,

I’ll clean up the mess in a jiffy,

No need at all to be miffy.”

 

This time Mother did look to him,

And he did the job with superb vim.

Definition of Life by a Thirteen years old Girl

Definition of Life by a Thirteen years old Girl (1986)

Life is like riding a fast roller coaster which you can’t stop. The carriage you are sitting in passes through many experiences, which you may witness unless you knowingly ignore them. Some people have so trained themselves that they can blind themselves unconsciously.

These carriages mostly travel in groups. You call the inmates of the other carriages your family and friends. Sometimes a carriage may separate itself from your group and others may join you at some point on your ride. You can do what you want in your carriage and even influence the other carriages near you. According to what I’ve learnt – the less you are bothered by the experiences outside your carriage, the happier you stay. That doesn’t mean that you should ignore them and not take a lesson from them. Also remember every action has an equal and opposite reaction, so what you do in your carriage is sure to have an equal and opposite reaction.

When the time comes for death, your carriage may crash causing death by accident; or you may be pushed, then it would be murder; or you could jump and commit suicide. Or the carriage may speed down a slope and you may be thrown out and it would be known as a natural death. If you managed to stay in, you’d call it a close shave with death.

If you fell into another carriage you would start a new life and might remember something of your past life. The people who helped you into the new carriage are called your parents and you forever respect them. (Only forever never lasts. Sometimes you realise that your helpers helped you into a carriage for their own pleasure and now you have to go through a whole lot of experience, majority of which are nasty and quite unpalatable.)

Also remember you have to pay for your ride.

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As an end note I’d like to comment on the above. I am quite amused by it as it is from the pen of a teen and thought it worth posting. Now in middle age, I seem to have come a full circle. The books and videos on spirituality I am exposed to these days make me equate the human body to the carriage. Ignoring everything outside your carriage and being aware only of what is happening inside your own carriage, would be something like meditation. Everything else still works out quite well for me. Except “respecting the parents” bit. Now the circle goes: respect (childhood) – disrespect and shocking behaviour (teens) – deep respect and gratitude (adulthood).

Why Education? (A parent’s viewpoint)

Why Education?

Why do I send my kids to school?

Am I blindly following society’s rule?

Do I have my sights set on a high income?

The pride, the prestige of in-campus recruitment…

Comments from friends and the neighbour:

“There goes Aditya and Ishan’s mother;”

“She’s so lucky,”

“How did she do it?”

“Those boys are gems!”

“She really slogged after them!”

“They owe it all to her…”

“Did u hear their income the very first year?”

Are these the ‘worthwhile’ reasons,

That drives me to keep my sons

Slogging at their books?

 

Yes, I expect my children to gain

A brighter future with a good education

Cementing their foundation.

I know that education does not guarantee

Swollen bank accounts

And a life of luxury.

It takes something quite else

To make a Dhirubhai Ambani

Or a Bill Gates.

What I do hope they will obtain

From all these years of School room pain,

Is a deep empathy for all creatures big and small,

Hearts filled with gratitude for life’s each blessing,

A spirit of generosity and the willingness to help any and all,

Even make a heart-warming difference to the world we live in.

 

What does Education mean to me?

An avenue to make my children aware

Of a life worth living passionately;

To hone the sensibility to admire

Mother Nature – her beauty always afire;

To encourage them to be curious and eager,

To explore and be a lifelong learner;

To cooperate and be a strong team player,

To lead by example even in grave danger;

To know right from wrong with clear perspective,

To harm no one and easily forgive;

To protect the weak and value the truth,

To work with discipline unmindful of fruit;

Even in the face of peer pressure stand steadfastly,

In every thought and action accept accountability.

 

Yes, these aren’t just clichéd phrases

I believe good character will take my sons places.

I don’t want them to be carbon copies

Of the highest ‘marks-men’ among their peers.

Manufactured out of school in tightly packed similar boxes;

Processed and packaged and graded

Like quality certified processed food;

The lowly graded, alas, fit only for local consumption;

Export quality tagged – awaiting the highest auction.

No, I don’t need them to score the highest in their classes,

Yet surviving each exam is like scaling peaks

And negotiating treacherous mountain passes.

The subjects they like are easy as you please,

But there are always others that do not tickle the imagination

And getting the passing grade could easily be a miss.

 

If character building be the aim

Why not consider exams and marks just a game?

When I look at their darling faces

And suffer their ‘projects within due date’ woes;

When I look into their notebooks and find

Question marks, “Late Submission!”

And sundry other comments inked in rose;

I should remember that Life is the journey:

It is enough they love to attend school and enjoy

Listening to their triumphs and travails of the day,

And marvel at all they learnt while at play.

What amazing object he and his partner discovered,

How many ‘bad words’ he learned this day;

How I react to his shocking words

May stay with him longer than his report-cards.

 

Education, I need not fear

Will start at the end of schooling;

It started when they were babes in arms

And will continue till Journey’s ending;

This period of schooling will however

Lay the foundation of how they perceive learning.