Wednesday, 30 November 2011

My Heaven

Every one mentions a different place of one's choice when asked about 'HEAVEN'. And the differences in answers are obvious as there exists no such place named 'HEAVEN'. Some answers might be quite imaginary like of little innocent child and some might be the realistic one as of an experienced player in the game of life. But one thing you will notice in common is that the feeling of that very place gives them peace, felicity, power, knowledge, purity, happineess and love (the seven original SANSKAR of a soul). Isn't it?
So this way... "my heaven is my sweet home" comprising of Mummy, Papa, Didi and aeonian and angelic memories of my younger brother who died in an accident this June.

While being at home with my family I get internal peace to survive in the chaos of the external world, felicity that is of incalculable monetary worth, power to face the extremely inauspicious circumstances and situations, knowledge of right and wrong, purity of thought, happiness unlimited and last but not the least unconditional love.

Though I've spent 16-17 years at home only yet that was not enough to realise that no other place can be better than this till I had not gone through the four year B.Tech programme being away from my home and family. Gap of almost six months between the completion of course, mid June'11 and joining in TCS, mid Dec'11 gave me the golden opportunity to relish life and to bask in the joy and comfort of my heaven.

Every minor, little thing happening at home,which in general not given much attention and value by others, is fun for me. Fun is in mumma's scoldings; fun is in brabbling with papa for carrying out things my way; fun is in pestering didi for her stupid but innocent activities, fun is also in placating her persistently when pestering crosses the limit and she either starts crying or goes quiet; fun is in taking dance classes of papa even if I find it toughest of all jobs as he's pathetic dancer; fun is in seeing mumma returing home before time; fun is in not placing stuffs in proper place and being chided and lectured by didi; fun is in seeking their attention by calling mumma-papa by their names; fun is in gathering praise for making tea even when it had no sugar at all; fun is in acting like a mediator and peace ambassador between mumma and papa when they bicker over no worth arguable topic; fun is in quarrelling with papa for control over T.V remote; fun is also in not doing any thing but sweeping all 87 channels and still not finding any thing of interest; fun is in making dishes in my own style under no supervision and interference of mumma; fun is in having sound sleep with pillow of mumma's arms; fun is in watching family videos again and again where I can see my brother alive; fun is in doing jocker like activities just to see a smile on my parents' face yet the demise of my brother gave them an immortal wound- that they will never get over it. I just feel myself like an angel in my heaven.

Unfortunately this beautiful and treasured period of my life has come near to an end. God knows if I'll have such a wonderful and heavenly time again in my life... But I promise myself that no matter what happens next and wherever I go, I'll never ever let me lose what my family has filled me with (all the above seven SANSKAR) irrespective of all the chaos, grief, weakness, ignorance, impurity, depression and hatred I see or face in the world.