Same Mother Same Father

I had a chance to visit a Southern African country some years ago. Friendly as they are, the African people very quickly made me feel at home during my short stay. They were always very curious about our great ancient Indian civilization, Indian values, morals and traditions. We always had very pleasant exchanges of information barring a few minor things. I noticed that there was hardly any difference in values and morals. The only thing which I predominantly found to be not matching our Indian thinking was that they hardly had any inhibitions and social rules regarding sexual relations.  While introducing me to other family members they would casually state “this is my young brother Same Mother Same Father” or “this is my sister but My Mother and different Father”.

After staying with my African friends for few months I got very close to them.  I started making fun of them around the statement ‘Same Mother Same Father’. This went on for some days till one of them casually asked me if we Indians consider heroes from Mahabharata as ‘Gods’. I answered “they are not actually considered as Gods but we respect them a lot”. To my surprise the gentleman said, “Baanaa, even those whom you respect so much also did not have Same Mother Same Father, I have read the Mahabharata when I was studying in Indonesia”

I mean to show no disrespect for any person or do not mean to hurt any sentiments, but we must realize there is hardly any relation between a person's family tree and heights one can scale in life.

Happy Republic Day: Patriotic Songs

     HAPPY     REPUBLIC   DAY 

  Vande Mataram

  Jan Gana Man Adhinayak                   Mile Sur mera Tumhara

 

                                      

                                      

                                       

  Aye Mere Pyre Vatan

                                    

SORRY!!!

It is not always necessary to say ‘SORRY’

As children, we are always taught that the two magical words are ‘SORRY’ and ‘THANKS’.

I have a real life experience to prove this just wrong.

I was visiting Delhi to attend the wedding of my second cousin. It was a day visit and planned to come back on the same evening after enjoying a cocktail dinner. A morning 06:00Hrs GoAir flight took me to Delhi reaching at 08:00Hrs. My cousin had sent a car to pick me up from the airport. As there were lots of guests he had made arrangements for us to stay in different houses.

I was accommodated in the house of a XYZ family in Pitampura, a very sweet young couple and their equally sweet one year old baby. I reached their home around 09:30Hrs. Mr. XYZ was waiting for me, though normally he left house by 09:00Hrs as he was working with a multinational company in Gurgoan.  After quick introductions and breakfast, he left for work. I continued watching something on TV since I had nothing to do for the next 2-3 hours. In spite of having more than 100 channels, TV is the most effective sedative and I fell asleep in a few minutes.

I must have slept for a fairly long period thanks to the 06:00Hrs flight and my darn alarm of 03:00Hrs. When I woke up, I found the entire house silent and it seemed as if nobody was at home. As I wanted to freshen up, I went to the bathroom and found the door ajar. In half daze I pushed the door and stepped in.

I was shocked to see that the lady of the house was taking a bath and as a real gentleman I quickly jumped out and closed the door behind me. Then I remembered one of those words I was first taught as a child. By reflex action I opened the door again and said ‘SORRY’, only to find that the lady was standing in the bathtub as opposed to being covered in soap bubbles when I had opened the door the first time.

As I banged the door shut after saying sorry, I distantly heard the young lady murmuring ‘THANKS’.

Eventually I realized that the young lady used to take a bath when her baby would sleep and would keep the bathroom door ajar so that she could hear her baby cry when woken up from sleep.

Hi!

Mississippi is a substantial quantum of time. It is a basic building block of the ‘X’ axis against which everything else in our universe is plotted. Everybody knows that Every Second Matters, but one needs to live some and read many pages from the book of life before getting a clear vision about how much it matters.

I am Anand Ganu, Pharmacist, Dreamer, Travel addict, Photographer, Writer, Reader, Student and Listener. After seeing many springs, I feel that I have understood meaning of each Mississippi.

And that is the reason for this blog. I strongly believe that the most important things in our lives are human relations and being accepted, being acknowledged, being loved.

Somebody heartily laughing at your joke gives greater happiness than listening to joke. Reading a poetry or book in bed is lovely but sharing it with somebody is even better. If one comes across something that can add to one’s knowledge and wisdom, then every wise person will want to share it with maximum possible people.

In this blog, I shall be sharing with you lot of things. Being a pharmacist by profession, and having closely seen several patients, I might discuss with you some symptoms and knowledge about prevention of cancer as well as other health problems. I will blog about my travels to the Himalayas or the forests of Zambia and would be delighted to know about your travel experiences in return comments. I can be expressing my views, experiences about Reincarnation , expecting you to contribute yours.  I shall share links to books or poetry or songs that I have come across and enjoyed. I will write about silly little things I do which make me feel awkward at the time, but make me laugh for the rest of my life; and I will welcome you to share similar incidences in your life.

Life goes on, fast at times, and sometimes drags us along, but we can halt and smell the flowers, watch butterflies flapping in the wind, listen to birds sing, and play football in the mud on a rainy day, or play hide and seek with children.

I shall be knocking at your computer screens periodically with the only expectation of your response in the form of comments and contributions.  When we share, smile, think and even become sentimental together we will know that Each Mississippi, Every Second Matters.