Letter to my dear Sejal :)

Last few days been really difficult as Sejal is teething. So I am not able to do anything but she is much better today. So i thought of sitting down and writing this first letter to her while she is fast asleep in her little cot.

On Mother's Day last month I came across a few articles relating to the very subject. My favourite was a collection of letters written by three or four famous people to their daughters offering help and advice for their later life (all the daughters were young and this letter was to be given to them at the age of 21). And it got me thinking about what I would write in a letter to my daughter. This is what I came up with.

To my darling Sejal,

I'm going to start this letter with telling you how much I love you and adore you. I would die for you. I really would. I never understood how that felt until the first moment I saw you in pain. You were three day old and the nurse was perfoming routine 'heel-prick' test which involved extracting four or five drops of blood from your heel. Your dad held you in his arm and I couldnt even be in the same room. You were hysterical with pain and shock, not understanding why anyone could hurt you. And in that moment, as I watched your rigid body and your contorted face I felt it. I still feel it now and every day. Now you are teething and you are in pain and I feel it. Only if i could, i would, take the pain away. I rang your both grandmothers today telling them how helpless I feel to see you in so much of pain and not able to do anything. How can I explain anyone how I feel your pain when you come running towards the door when i come back from work and when you put your arms around my neck and let me take in your irresistible scent. I feel it when you share your excitement with me, telling me something in your baby language,,,,dadadada,,,,,tugadh tugadha tugadha. I would die for you in a heartbeat my sweetheart, and this is the truth. - the love I feel for you will always be there - no matter what you do, or who you are. Because here is another little note for you - I just want you to be happy. Truly. Of course I want you to be healthy too, and adored by all who meet you, and kind and successful and loving. But most of all I want you to be happy with whatever it is you choose to do.

So here's my advice to you - and I hope it helps somewhat towards your path of happiness as you grow older and wiser.

Try not to fixate on the future so much that you don't enjoy the present. The journey itself can be so much more rewarding than the destination.


Always treat people the way in which you would like to be treated. Be kind to everyone you meet. And if they are not kind back, then don't think it is your fault. Maybe they're having a bad day.


Don't be afraid to follow your dreams, whatever they may be. Only you know what really makes you tick.


Don't be afraid to trust people - but only if you understand that sometimes the people you trust can let you down.


Believe that you are capable of doing anything that you want. Don't be scared of trying. If at first you don't succeed, then try and try again. You can and you will do it.


Always be yourself - whoever that may be.


Try not to get excessively angry about things - nothing is that important. And if you realise half-way through an argument that you are wrong, then have the courage to back down.


1. Never forget that me and your daddy will always love you no matter what.
   


Never bite your fingernails.


Study hard, specially chemistry and maths.( mummy was very bad with them)


Eat your vegetables and go to gym .


Don't shave your legs - wax them.


Never go to bed on an argument or with an untidy kitchen.


Always listen to your Mummy and do exactly what she says. She is the best:)

And if at any point you forget this advice, then remember just one thing. I will always be here for you. If someone hurts you, I will be here for you. If you are scared or lonely or panicked, I will be here. Never ever forget that.

Your Mummy

What are we missing???

I was away from blogging for so long but I dont seem to get much time now a days to sit and write but I do have this chain of thought early in the morning but again I am too lazy to get up and write:(

Anyways, I read the following article, an email forward, I thought I should share it. I don’t know if it is a true story as claimed, but then, it could be.

Washington, DC, Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes, a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried to meet his schedule.......

4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

10 minutes:
A 3-year-old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.

45 minutes:
The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money, but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.

1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the Metro Station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities. The questions raised: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made.... How many other things are we missing?