Dearest SonOne fine day Lallan calls me and gives me the onerous task of writing something for
You. From where do we begin baby? Can we ever put into words our feelings for you? But Lallan won’t let us off so easily. So let us try!
It was a pleasant morning of Friday 17 December 1993. At 09:17 Hrs a Pink Baby was brought to me. So delicate with eyes closed. I still wonder what you had in your mind “Sleeping, Dreaming or in Deep Thoughts to Ponder the secrets of this world”. You held my finger tightly, our first connection in the world outside.
Your have still not told us…..But we both understood.
I laid my eyes on you and our lives were not ours anymore. You had made us Mother and Father, the greatest gift in our lives and the word ‘love’ transformed to a whole new dimension.
From a tiny bundle with tightly squeezed eyes to an obstinate child with a mind of his own. From a fiery teenager to a handsome young boy with such aesthetic tastes. It’s been an amazing journey, and we wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Are we proud of you the way you have turned out? Do we get tears our my eyes when people say ‘what a beautiful child both from inside and out’? A lovely boy with deep set morals and values in life? Did we get emotional when Baa, Nana Nani, Dada Dadi, Mama Mami, Masi Masa, and everyone around called just to say ‘that children are a reflection of their parents and yours is just like you’?
YES, YES, and much more!!! We can go on and on.
Today you are on the brink of adulthood and yet another great laurel for us. It is a moment of happiness for us all, an occasion to be proud of, a moment to be cherished. It is an achievement for you in curriculum as it has always been while on cricket grounds or synchronizing fingers on the piano.
Your strokes were always lofted over the head coupled with perfect Yorkers below the belt. The harmonious symphony and Sound of Music inevitably tempted even the most introverts to the dance floor.
But for us you will always be our baby, our wonderful child, who we hope would still come crying to us whenever he would feel the need for someone to dry his tears, even if they don’t roll out. They say a child can be someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves – a special kind of double and you have proved to be that double in more ways than one.
You are our shadow – In you we see our reflection and to this lovely reflection we give all our love. We know we have been harsh on you at times, many times and we know you have been hurt at times. Our apologies for the same.
We wish we could hold your hand and lead you through life always, just like when you were little. But that does not be.
Today you step out and we are a little scared, but then we are also confident that you have it in you and are ready to face any challenge that life may throw at you, with your intelligence and above all with the values that are so ingrained in you!!
May god be with you and lead you through life… always. May you remain the way you are… always.
You will always be our seasoned Tendulkar, Dhoni & Pathan; Our Rehman and no less than our handsome Baazigar Badshah, dressed in schezwan sauce.
This is our wish for you today....and will be every day.
God bless you...
Mumma Pappa
Special Thanks to your all your lovely friends, Teachers, your mentors and coaches and everyone you inspired you and everyone you got inspired from.
