In every hi-five, in every b’day celebration, every potluck party,
Sitting right beside us in ccd asking for treat with a puppy face.
In every class, sleeping with open eyes,
Pulling my hair, teasing me, pinging me just when I need to talk.
In every bug I get in my computer, in every tech discussion,
Every time I get a spam from 160by2.
In all the site visits and field trips, clicking photos,
Always smiling, always online, always there.
In every tear I try my best to hold, wishing you to come back.
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It’s blurry already before I have penned anything,
It’s hard to believe waking up and not finding you in the wing.
It all started with an awkward knock at the door,
And slowly the excuses to chat increased more and more.
We spoke of family, friends and our little secrets,
And knew not when the night passed like a jet.
Jumping in the rain, pulling each other’s leg,
I don’t remember when we became best friends.
That hug just when I needed it,
Or the motivational talk to fix my brain with a brace and a bit.
Such special became our friendship,
That at times we enjoyed doing nothing and sit.
We have reached a level when birthdays are no more surprises,
Together we have lived in a place, which only because of you, I call a home.
You all are different yet similar in a way,
We have laughed, cared, listened or sometimes ended in a fray.
Years will pass and I fear we will grow apart,
There will be new friends but none would know,
How I learnt to walk in high heels, or pair up to make a pretty dress.
How I blushed when you teased, or at times cried like a baby.
These memories are something no one can ever take from me,
Because you are my little family and forever you will remain as special to me.
You must have met a lot of women in this world, from CEOs to celebrities but none of them is as wonderful as your mom. You mommie is the most beautiful lady in this world. You never get jealous when you see other’s mom speaking English more fluently or being a very successful lady because no mom in the world can love their child as much as your momma loves you. Your maa makes the best food in the world. When you keep your head in her lap, all worries seem to vanish. When you sleep in her arms, it is the most comforting feeling. When you hug her, you feel as if you are a part of her. You get the best advice from her which comes to your mind exactly when you need it. She does not need flowers or cards to be felt special or blogs to be written on her. She is perfect the way she is.
Motherhood has become synonymous with love. Entrepreneurs call their start up as their baby because they love and nurture it the same way.
There are times when you can’t discuss things with your mum but speaking to her and listening to her voice makes you feel better. There are times when she doesn’t understand what exactly you won the award for but she is the one who is most happy for you. There are times when you don’t tell her you are afraid but somehow she understands and unknowingly motivates you.
To the best mamma in the world who is your best friend, best critic, best teacher, best councellor and the best person in your life.
P.S.: When a guy tells you, you are the second most beautiful lady in the world, you should understand how special you are to him.
It was 11 am in the morning. I was in a meeting hall on the first floor of HRI, Allahabad waiting for my turn to come. I was the only girl along with nine boys. For almost an hour no one spoke anything. Every interview took more than half an hour. I felt a little awkward. I am the kind of girl who can’t sit silent for long and back then we didn’t have cell phone. The boys started talking among themselves. They were discussing how the particle would do SHM along the axis of earth. I had read about it when I was preparing for my NTSE exam. So I wanted to join the discussion but they were behaving as if I was invisible to them. Just then two girls entered the room. They knew each other. One was wearing leather jacket and boots. She had a long ponytail. Other was wearing a brown blazer, denims and black high heels. She had shoulder length hair which she kept brushing with her fingers every now and then. They looked pretty and elegant. I looked at myself. I had untidy bob cut hair and was wearing sports shoes. I wanted to go speak to those girls but I felt I didn’t belong there. Instead I turned to my left and asked the boy sitting next to me, ‘let’s play something’. He gave me a strange look. And I started regretting what I had said. I was not a kid anymore. I could have asked an intelligent question. There were a thousand other ways to start the conversation. These are all KVPY qualified people. They don’t play. I added,’ a quiz maybe’. He was a tall boy with spectacles who looked a complete nerd. He was wearing sports shoes too. He made a very disgusting expression and said,’Noooooo, quizzes are boring. Let’s play pictionary’. That sounded interesting but I had never heard of it. It was a game where you make pictures/drawings on the board and people had to guess the name like we do in dumb charades.
I got a very easy word and everyone could guess the word. Then the boy, whom I was talking to, went to the board, he made ‘a gate’, ‘a pen’ and ‘a person pointing to other’. I said enter, pen, you. And he said right. I still didn’t get the word. ‘Does anyone of you want to be an entrepreneur?’, the girl with the boots who was sitting in the corner seat of sofa spoke for the first time. And we went on to discuss everything about ‘Entrepreneurship’. Yes we were only in class 10th . The topic started from entrepreneurship to venture capitalist to social entrepreneurship. I was a regular reader of TOI back then and I had read a lot about it in newspaper. The examples of entrepreneurs were all who started with nothing more than what we had. We discussed how 9 to 5 job sucked and sitting in a research Institute decided our country need leaders not researchers. It was 5 pm when my name was called. It was a huge room and three elderly but very smart professors were sitting across the huge table. They asked me, ‘What do you want to become?’ I said, ‘In a country where we have a lot of job seekers, I want to become a job provider. I want to be an entrepreneur.’ For a girl in 10th grade who looked not more than a 6th grade girl telling her dreams to be an entrepreneur. They smiled and went on to ask different theories and innovative questions. I explained them very nicely on the board with different graphs and diagrams. They were impressed. When I sat down on the chair which was a little big for me, they asked me, ‘What do you want to do research in?’ I replied instantly, ’I don’t want to do research, I want to be an entrepreneur’.
I didn’t get the fellowship for research but I had a great time that day and made some really nice friends. I moved out of the institute with an ambition and not an easy one.