On the miracles of life

Nowadays I see so many people suffering around me... It makes me give thanks to God, for keeping my life very 'normal'. 'Normal' in the sense of 'routine'.
'Normal' is a very relative term. Right now in my life, I know so many sad people, so many sick people, so many lonely people, so many problems, that a 'routine' life seems to be very 'rare'/'abnormal'.
So thank You God, for giving me an abnormal life (to have no terrible problems seems to be abnormal). Or, thank You God for giving me a 'normal' life, that in itself is a miracle.
I drifted into somebody's facebook profile, friend after friend as I was browsing... Some stranger lady, whom I don't know, and will never meet...
She lost her husband last year, and she has three little kids, she has written so much, posted his photos, feels so lonely without him...
I felt terrible, it made me cry.. Made me cry for the woman in her, for the mother in her...
God gave her so much love, and then snatched away her husband..
It's sad, very sad...
Made me want to blog... Yet again I realize, what I always felt, that miracles lie around us... This is Kali yug, where deceit & treachery are so entrenched in life, that even to have a pure moment, is too precious.
Thank You so much God, for giving me a loving family, there is really nothing more that I can pray for, please keep us healthy, the rest we will manage with our hardwork.

On reaching out

Parents are the only people in the world, who reach out to their children without ego. No matter who is right or wrong, mean or bullied, it doesn't matter. Parents may do wrong things unawares (because nobody can be a perfect parent, it is a learning process), but they do everything for their children wholeheartedly, and feel very pained to know that their child is sad.
It must be something to do with the birthing instinct.
No other person can muster such emotions, only some very wise person can. Whereas parents, they don't need wisdom, they do it out of the urge of parenting.
We cannot experience such a relation with anybody else in adult life.
Which is why they say, parents are really one & only.. (rather, two & only ;-)  )
Even if a parent is wrong, I just feel sympathy for them for their mistakes. Because when they are told of their mistakes by their child, they just feel very very very very very very sad. & nothing can replace that feeling of sadness/guilt that they feel.
That is a very precious feeling, because nobody else in our adult life, will ever feel truly sorry for us or sad for us. For everyone else, it is their own selfish ego that comes first.

On attaining seniority

Now that I am going to be Vine pinni, I feel old. Lots of 'LOL' to that. Suddenly, all of us appear older. Mommy papa are old, Gundu's old, Tittu's old, and hence, I must be old too!
Recently I was wondering, so many kiddies being born this year, I guess it is the time for my batch of friends... A couple of years ago, everyone was getting married. Now, everyone's coming up with 'good news'.
My friend had a baby girl, and it was the first time husband & I saw a pregnant lady in such great detail. She had a C-section. & my MY MY, it really got me wondering, what gives Indian women the strength to just have baby after baby, it is such a huge huge work, so much pain, so much distress... Every moment in distress, the friend signaled to us, 'Don't get into this mess, never have a baby'... But every time her pain subsided, she was eager to hold baby in her arms, and smiled, and said, 'It is totally worth it, you too should plan one very soon'... Lots of 'LOL' to that too :-)
I must say, watching baby is infectious, every lady who watches the baby, wants to have one too!
So our life is pretty much filled with pregnant friends, freshly-delivered-friends, lovely cute babies...
There is one baby we're all particularly in love with, it is funny, how the baby has become the much coveted sought-after 'diamond' of our gang :-) Everytime we meet up, everyone wants a chance to carry her in their arms. Later, we wonder, what draws us to her, she is so tiny, she just keeps sleeping, or stares around/cries when awake. But still, we're like the rats, and she's our pied piper, and our world is Hamlet.