First day of 2015

So we have entered the New Year 2015. I sincerely hope to make this year a fulfilling, beautiful and magical one.

The feeling of writing the first entry of the year is so overwhelming that my mind has completely gone haywire. I am searching for the right words to find their way in my blog. So much is brewing up inside, yet it seems a humongous effort to write. Let’s see what gets weaved here in the following space.

Well, to begin with, the first day of the year also happens to be my mom’s birthday. She has been so selfless and has always kept her children and her family first on her priority, I feel extremely fortunate to have her as my mother. I know every child feels this way for his/her mom. Yesterday, it was her birthday dinner cum New Year’s Eve party. Why was it yesterday and why not today? Because today she has some fast. It has nothing to do with being her birthday or the first day of the year. Every month she observes a fast on a certain day and that certain day happened to be today.

I was quite excited to be making dinner for my parents yesterday. Though the food wasn’t perfect, but I am sure they saw the soul in it. My Dad never knew I could be interested in cooking and that I could cook so many things. But I am sure this was an effort worthwhile. Preparing dinner for them is the least I could do. I am uttering the words again but I can’t stop thanking my stars to have given me such wonderful parents. Though sometimes I just do not think about their emotions and sentiments and do a few things that hurt them for sure. I sincerely wish in this year I try to be a tad more considerate towards them.

Well, it seems it has become some kind of thanksgiving on the first day. Let’s get back to my mom’s birthday. So, I had asked my sisters of what could be gifted to her. I had thought of buying it online and surprising her. So when I was discussing it with my sister, she told me she would be sending her a gift and I could order a bouquet and the cake ofcourse I would bake. The surprise gift ordered by my sister is still on its way and my mom stays unaware. She is the last person who would check my blog post so I can, without the fear of ruining her surprise, declare that there is a gift on its way. And, my sister also asked me to write a poem for my mom. It had been there in my mind too. But all this while, I would sit and write about everything else but that one poem for her. So this was when I was chatting with my sister. She asked me to write. And I got motivated. I wrote a poem then and there. And the biggest surprise for me was that I wrote in Hindi. I had wanted to write in Hindi for a long time. I finished writing the poem and at that very instant, I messaged my sister to go through it and give me her reviews. She got back to me in a while and said that apart from the first two lines that seemed incoherent, everything else seemed perfectly placed. The next moment she was telling me that I had become so “filmy” and “dramebaaz”. The next day I asked my eldest sister to review it. She also found problems with the first two lines and gave a positive response. And then she added that it was more of a shayari that I had done. She said I could try another one.

Two days passed I had only been thinking of how to write. That one foggy morning when I was still in bed my mom offered me bed tea. And it made me so pleased. Not because I love having bed tea (That was the first time I had bed tea) and I generally do not take tea and especially not the first thing in the morning but the whole idea of my mom bringing it for me made my mind work as fast as I could imagine. So that morning I wrote a poem in Hindi, got positive reviews from both my sisters and yesterday was the time when I would place it for my mom to see today morning.

She got up today and was surprised to see a greeting card from her grandson. She couldn’t understand how it reached her as there were no stamps or address that showed any sign of being delivered through post. The next thing was my poem. She really liked it. Even my Dad told me it was good. (So much appreciation on the very first day is a good start.)

The day went by calling and wishing near and dear ones to have a fruitful year. We had our neighbors who paid us a visit. In all this, I had been thinking of the bouquet that I had ordered. I hadn’t got any call from the delivery guy. It was around four that I received his call. My parents’ were busy playing Chinese Checkers. They just adore this game. I would not like it earlier as I would lose all the time but now with a few wins I feel attracted to the game. Well that was not what I wanted to tell. So the delivery guy calls ups. It is drizzling. It has been drizzling since morning. He asks directions to our house. It can be very tricky to reach our house if you miss on to the instructions. It is not that difficult to reach our place however, we have had experiences, or it would be more apt to say, previous delivery boys have had experiences of getting caught in the labyrinthine maze that leads to our house. So this guy proves to be no exception to the previous ones. He calls me a few times. I am standing at the gate patiently waiting for the flowers.  After a good fifteen minutes, the guy has successfully spotted our place. Though I had been patient, there had been also a sense of exasperation. I take the flowers which are covered in the newspaper and a polyethene bag to avoid getting damaged by the rain. My first remark is about the flowers that might have gotten wet and then I see this guy who is without a raincoat. His jacket is all soaked in water. I tell him the obvious that he also has borne the brunt of the drizzle to make myself appear a little less selfish. I genuinely thank him for the delivery and wish him a happy new year. He smiles and thanks me in return. I feel a little satisfied by his smile. After all he doesn’t really mind delivering flowers in this slight rain.

I certainly want to surprise mom with the flowers. But my parents are busy playing in the room. I keep the flowers on the central table thinking when they finish and come to the drawing room , flowers will make themselves noticed. And then this idea creeps inside my head to keep the flowers at the corner table. In between something very important shoots up and the three of us are busy discussing the cause of the trouble. It is only when one of the neighbours who came to wish us pointed out the bouquet that the secret was revealed. She thanks me for all the efforts I have put in. She might think there are no more birthday presents. Well, there is a surprise waiting and wanting to be revealed.