Maa, Ammi, Mumma... Whatever you call her. :)

Who says love at first sight does not exists?
I have been loving my mother, ever since I was born.

 No matter how many quarrels sum up our everyday invoice, Or how many shouting I get to receive from her. No matter how many times I trouble my mother or how many times, she gets irritated. At the end of the day, It is that maternal love, that she comes to check whether I did sleep properly or no.

There is no way, we can repay to our mother, who suffers for 280 days, gives us our life and brings us to this world. It is this universal fact, that whatever we may become, whatever we may achieve, we WILL always be a part of her. 

To be honest, I realized this now... That for a mother, the greatest grieves could be enduring the pain for us, being the contributor of our upbringing and later being neglected by the same individual.

The depth of maternity can never be reciprocated in any other form, it is this universal feeling to every female. Mother's love is what is Love's definition.

As being a individual in my teenage, I often end up hurting my mother and not realizing it soon, But I want her to know and understand, that whatever I do, whatever I express certainly has a couch of love for you. It comes to an end of myself being hurt every time I hurt you. Asking forgiveness isn't the solution, the damage is already done. 

Tanishq Sharma

But Maa, If you read this.. let me tell you.

"I love you for what you are, I love you for what you have been through,

I love you for being a support to me, I love you for everything you ever sacrificed for me,

I love you for coming back every time I hurt you,

I love you for shedding your tears silently so that mine does not flow,

I love when you save the best things for me,

I love when make me your first priority,

And

I love you for giving me this life."

A note to every individual irrespective of age : No matter how much you dislike your mother, She has endured every ounce of pain to give you this life, to give you these breaths, to give you this vision you see the world with, to give you these ears to hear, to give to that heart, you can feel with.

The growing generations seems to have forgotten the meaning of maternal love, the practicality have replaced the bonding

I may not have realized it till now, but now I am clear of my conscious.

I take an oath to love and respect my mother till my last breath.

Because, the life i am living is given to me by her.

Its not what you haven't done, its what you can still do. 

When someone takes an effort to make you their special ones, then prove them the reason why they are right! :D

No Compensation For Death, A Stagnant Move.

Some Questions are Unanswered, Some decisions are without conclusions and some feelings are Indispensable.

Talking on a very high note today, Is Death an ending to the suffering of an individual or a burdened future to those related to the individual?

Fortunately or Unfortunately, They' re both.

I cannot have a generalized say in the following thing but I can put forth my own philosophy of life, which is in every and any way, My way of thinking.

Life and Death are the two faces of the same coins, It is this cycle which keeps on repeating to produce generations after generations. These are the truths and lies of life. Life is a beautiful lie while Death is an ugly truth.

But leave that stuff aside, lets escape into genuineness? to realism?

Do this cycle of universe abound those indispensable feelings of those close to the dead person? Can something replace the irreversible loss of a person?

Can there be any compensate for the loss? No. A loss is a loss. After this, no matter how many tears you cry or how many prayers you pray, there wont be any returning. This is the harsh truth about life, Universally for each and every generation, Individual.

It would have been better if R.I.P would have stood for "Return If Possible". :)

Those who die, may stabilize but those who are left behind are set to the agony for the rest of the life, but considering it on a high and deep note, does life stop? Does those breaths are mere puppets now?

Losing a close person is like losing a part of yourself. Yes, it hurts, it does but it does not stop you from living. You may lose the interest in Life, but surely not the life. There is lot more life left and if we stop ourselves completely for the grief of others, then my dear friend, This world will never progress.

The loss is irreversible, and yes that fact itself gives us a strong reason to move on and make our lives better.

So I was discussing this topic with one of my mates, and what she got to say in the matter was...

" Yes, The loss of loved and dear ones hurt a lot, and it is completely true that we  should not forget them, but instead we should grasp their memories within us and fight back to prove that we are stronger and still fighting this battle called life." #Arunima Patni.

Indeed true, Remember, the world does not stop for your grief.

Quoting George Elliot I would say, " Our Dead are never Dead to us, until we have forgotten them"

There are gains and losses in life, each one faces it one day, all you gotta do is to be strong to lose or to gain in life. At each step of life, you make new bonding and forget the old. There are meeting and then separations only to meet again.

Allow me to narrate you one of my own incident of life which reflected my views on this topic.

I was being trained for a personality pageant competition, and the practices were held on regular basis. The session consisted of Introduction followed by Questioning round.

It was my turn, I had finished introducing myself and it was the time for those questions. The questions were asked to judge our views, thoughts and to judge our ability to take decisions in certain situations in life.

My mentor did not waste any time in asking questions regarding basic philosophy, he stood up asking me one single question. "So Tanishq, Let me ask you a very fine simple yet a sensitive question", "What if the Day you are finally getting a job interview , is the Day you have your father's funeral, and you could go only at one place, which one would you choose?"

Yes the Question was a sensitive one where one would flow into feelings, and that is no wrong.

"Sir, I would choose to attend my Job Interview, Not because I don't feel or had bondage with my father but because if I don't attend this Interview, His teachings, Hard Work on me would be In Vain. And Probably No Father would like to be burned from the hands of a son who has wasted his time, money and hard work!"

Oh yes, I had tears as i finished that sentence but that is how life is. I did not wait there to see whether my answer has appealed to him, because it was something I did not utter to please my mentor or anyone else. They were my feelings, thoughts.

The appeal-ness was already lost in the applause by the audience. Yes, That is How life Works.

If we stop for the grief of a person, then probably we will lose more than just that person.

Be strong, This IS a game of Gain And Loss.

Tanishq Sharma

Indian Death Rituals.

The Indian Goddess.. Are You Sure?

"Don't tell your daughter to dress properly, Tell your son to behave properly..."

As I stroll down every news paper, news channel or the social networking sites, all I see is the distress of women respect, dignity in the country where they are regarded as Goddess, though behind the curtains.

A visual impact senses around my mind which rages outward to ask the questions not only to the government, officials, or the national protectors but also to the Indian society.

We have been raised in a society which has neglected the existence of women power in the growing development and they have always been given a backward seat.

They were always considered inferior when it comes to comparing them with the male class irrespective of terms of mind or physical power.

The changes have occurred in the recent times but the liability of such changes are still restricted to the well developed metro political cities whereas the districts and villages still look to the under grown mindset of people. But it seems, that the development itself is lacking behind the virtues to protect the so called Goddesses of Indian society.

To the society?

What's the use of praying when the very next moment all you can do is to curse them?

Whats the use of loving when you can not protect them against hatred?

Whats the use of respecting them when all you can do is to put your hands up and can not protect their dignity?

To all men,

Where is your strength, courage when you cannot protect your sisters, mothers?

Where is your manliness when you can not respect a woman's dignity?

The girl you look at, try to put your mother, sister in that position. The matter will be clear.

Jumping back on the Indian society, where a girl is being taught to dress properly but a boy is never taught about respecting girls.

A girl is told to dress decently so that she does not attract boys, well Is it the same way, "Close your eyes and world will become blind?"

What we need is to change this society first, the laws, regulations and mind sets will automatically be changed.Because when you pray to those goddesses, pray with heart not with mind. And before you set a bad remark, sight to a girl, always remember, that your Mother/Sister is a female too.

A Respectful remark to every female, We RESPECT YOU IRRESPECTIVE OF YOUR CAST, CREED, COLOR.

Lets Redefine Love!

Lets Redefine Love <3

"Some People Care Too Much, I Think Its Called Love."

Love, the moment we hear this word, the only picture which comes up to our mind is of a boy-girl who are ready to give up everything. The moment we hear this word, the only thing which rises above sense is of those Bollywood type scenes, there comes nothing after or before that because that is how our taunting society has termed that word and that is how they come up to the conclusion of meaning when it comes to define love.

But is it really that? Is Love really a boy holding the hand of a girl around the City?

The Answer Is No, It isn't. Love Is actually the conception of heart, disbelief, or an another name of care.

Its not the only hug which can be given by a boy to his girl but its also the arms of a father around his daughter. <3

Let me tell you a touching story Of a Father And a Daughter, And Reading That Tell me, isn't it love?

One day an 11 year old girl asked her daddy, "what are you going to get me for my 15th birthday?" the father replied, "There is much time left." When the girl was 14, she fainted and was rushed to the hospital. The doctor came out and told her dad she had a bad heart & she is probably going to die. When she was lying in the hospital bed, she said "Daddy... have they told you I am going to die?" The father replied no you will live as he left weeping. She said “How can you be sure?" He turned around from the door and said "I know."

She turns 15 when she is recovering and comes home to find a letter on her bed. It said: "My Dearest Daughter, if you are reading this, it means all went well as I told you. One Day you asked me what I was giving you for your 15th birthday, I didn't know then but now my gift to you is MY HEART."

Her Father Donated His Heart.

That's Love, its Those True Selfless feelings...Not Only in What Our Generation CALLED Lovers,

But In every feeling heart.

A story ahead of a son's innocent feelings and mother's love, i read it while surfing net.

A woman came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find her 5 year old son waiting for her at the door.

Son : "Mummy, May I ask you a question?

Mom: Yeah Sure, what is it? replied the woman.

Son: Mummy, How Much Do You Make an Hour?

Mom: That's None Of Your Business, why do you ask such a thing?

Son: I Just Want to know, Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?

Mom: If You Must Know, I make Rs. 50 per hour.

Son: May I Please Borrow Rs. 25?

The mother was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other non sense, then march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish things."

The Little boy went to his room and shut the door.

The woman sat down and started to get more angrier about the little boy's questions. how dare he ask such a question only to get some money?

About an hour or so, the woman had calmed down, and started to think: "Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. 25 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The woman went to little boy's room.

"Are you asleep, son?" asked the Mother.

"No Mummy, I am awake,' replied the boy.

"I've been thinking, maybe i was too hard on you earlier" said the woman."its been a long day and i took out my aggravations on you. Here is Rs.25 you asked for."

The Little boy straight up, smiling  "oh thank you Mummy!" he yelled. Then reaching under the pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.

The woman saw that the boy already had some money, started to get angry again.

The little boy slowly counted out his money, and looked up at his mother.

"Why do you want more money when you already have some?" The mother grumbled.

"Because I did not have enough, but now i do", the little boy replied

"Mummy, I have Rs. 50 now. Can I Buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."

The Mother was crushed. She put her arms around her little son, and she begged for his forgiveness.

That Story Reflected the true love, and the innocence. Sometimes, We get so indulge in life, that we forget the ultimate cause of peace, love and freedom.

The Love Here wasn't due to any precious gift, but it was due to that feeling of heart which pleads others to respect the care and affection.

Love Is not showing your affection, but its when you really make other feel.

Its when a little girl puts all her energy to give her dad a kiss. 

That is Love.

Its when a wife makes tea for her husband & take a sip before him. 

That is love.

Its when the Mother gives her son the best piece of cake.

That is Love.

Its when your friend holds your hand tightly on a slippery road.

That is Love.

Its when your brother/sister messages you and ask whether you have reached safely or no.

That is Love.

Love Is Not Only Between A GIRL OR A BOY, But It Can Between Any bonding of world.

Its Name Of care.

And That is what should be Redefined In Our Society...