28th january, 2007......dad's 65th birthday!
i contemplated atleast for a month before i zeroed on one gift that my father would not expect from me!i really wanted the gift to be unusal and yet something both of us would want to treasure.
money cannot always buy somethings like love ,affection,gratitude & honour.
so, i decided to present him my feelings for him..in a form of a compilation of my poems and write-ups written in the past 13 years but never disclosed and published beyond the closed doors of my mind!
i call myself " a cactus" ,a cactus is thorny in the exterior but has water reseves within, but whichattribute is not valued much.my father has been an epitome of perfection (looks, intelligence....everything) and humanity.in his comaprison, i am too petite, not in starture but in experience, knowledge, wisdom and wit.he has been a legend in his own way in the field of his excellence and so he shall always remind me that i need to do better every time i hit the ball in my court.
all these years, i always heard people acknowledging him for his achievements and merits, but now it was my chance to do that and god! it seemed really easy to listen than to conceive and express.i was always a very stubborn child and grew up to face the world in my own style.there must have been innumerable ocassions when i brought tears to dad's soul and pain to his mind, but i wanted to express to him that if at all i have gathered good things i owe it to him. i m only a media,but he shall always remain the undying, seemless, realistic source of inspiration.
all my poems would somewhere reflect a part of me but they are in real an extension of my father and my selflessly selfish love for him!!!!
this blog as well as my compilation was named "flowering cactus" (a rare species of cactus but something which god created as reality and not mere mirage) as just like it i have grown over the years and finally my horizon bound journey seems to find its vision and destination.
it was such a delight to see him unwrap the book un mileu d'audience!!!!!!!
for a very long time i was not the reason to get a cheek to cheek smile on his face and tears in his eyes in a couple, but i was glad that finally i had made him happy!
finally, there was all hope around a thorned, ugly shrub..........to be eligible to be known as his daughter..........to be the flowering cactus even on a wintry night!
I m an ardent fan of Jeff Archer...his stories transport me to a very real yet differentworld....Florentyne is the character that I almost feel is cut for me.
Florentyne,Baron Abel's only daughter....who became the president of USA..the dream conceived by her father...who chose to part ways with him but could never stop loving him...who somewhere knew that she inherits the heritage of "wladek" who lost his identity which remained only to be a man with one nipple till he was a teen...who fought the world to gain his share of success and recognition...the Baron of everything that she could personify as "excellent"!
To me my Abel Rosnoviki is Mr.Vijay Ganpule....starngely like Florentyne I have brown eyes and comme Abel mon pere has blue eyes!
TFC
i contemplated atleast for a month before i zeroed on one gift that my father would not expect from me!i really wanted the gift to be unusal and yet something both of us would want to treasure.
money cannot always buy somethings like love ,affection,gratitude & honour.
so, i decided to present him my feelings for him..in a form of a compilation of my poems and write-ups written in the past 13 years but never disclosed and published beyond the closed doors of my mind!
i call myself " a cactus" ,a cactus is thorny in the exterior but has water reseves within, but whichattribute is not valued much.my father has been an epitome of perfection (looks, intelligence....everything) and humanity.in his comaprison, i am too petite, not in starture but in experience, knowledge, wisdom and wit.he has been a legend in his own way in the field of his excellence and so he shall always remind me that i need to do better every time i hit the ball in my court.
all these years, i always heard people acknowledging him for his achievements and merits, but now it was my chance to do that and god! it seemed really easy to listen than to conceive and express.i was always a very stubborn child and grew up to face the world in my own style.there must have been innumerable ocassions when i brought tears to dad's soul and pain to his mind, but i wanted to express to him that if at all i have gathered good things i owe it to him. i m only a media,but he shall always remain the undying, seemless, realistic source of inspiration.
all my poems would somewhere reflect a part of me but they are in real an extension of my father and my selflessly selfish love for him!!!!
this blog as well as my compilation was named "flowering cactus" (a rare species of cactus but something which god created as reality and not mere mirage) as just like it i have grown over the years and finally my horizon bound journey seems to find its vision and destination.
it was such a delight to see him unwrap the book un mileu d'audience!!!!!!!
for a very long time i was not the reason to get a cheek to cheek smile on his face and tears in his eyes in a couple, but i was glad that finally i had made him happy!
finally, there was all hope around a thorned, ugly shrub..........to be eligible to be known as his daughter..........to be the flowering cactus even on a wintry night!
I m an ardent fan of Jeff Archer...his stories transport me to a very real yet differentworld....Florentyne is the character that I almost feel is cut for me.
Florentyne,Baron Abel's only daughter....who became the president of USA..the dream conceived by her father...who chose to part ways with him but could never stop loving him...who somewhere knew that she inherits the heritage of "wladek" who lost his identity which remained only to be a man with one nipple till he was a teen...who fought the world to gain his share of success and recognition...the Baron of everything that she could personify as "excellent"!
To me my Abel Rosnoviki is Mr.Vijay Ganpule....starngely like Florentyne I have brown eyes and comme Abel mon pere has blue eyes!
TFC
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