Am I the bad son to my parents ?

Just got the thought, other day my Ammi Abba went to their Haj, they flew on the last friday and reached safe. Everything went great, but something was bothering me all the time. I wasn’t there in India for them to drop off, or been there for their medical tests or even for their Haj preparations.

I feel guilty for not being there for them, may be will feel it for rest of my life. Last Ramzan I wasn’t there at home as well, even this Bakrid I will not be.

Abba never missed my bus, train, even my flights from Bangalore. Even amidst his busy schedule, health, he was just there for me. Don’t know how he did, but he was just there for me, for us, for everyone.

Even me working or getting paid since ages, Abba was always ready to give me some money at the last moment before my bus starts. 🙂

Abba dropping me off ages back.
Abba dropping me off ages back.

And Ammi is ammi, massive massive respect for her. She does everything to me, packing, laundry, even food packing if going via travel. Anyways, no need to tell on her. Even for Ammi I wasn’t there. Continue reading “Am I the bad son to my parents ?”

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Am I the bad son to my parents ?

Speaking with the stars:

This incident happened when I was going for my Best Friend’s wedding at Gadag during last weekend. For marriage, I managed to get one day leave, thanks to sir and my team mates.  After more than one month I went home (time is running like hell, so soon 1 year 6 months completed after leaving BEC).

Had nice dinner with Avi and Satish and boarded bus. Got sleeper, Got mp3 player, Got time and I moved to my berth, and we left Udupi. Quickly we passed from office ( Office looks cool from NH 17, and from bus its an euphoric view for me ). In a matter of time I crossed santhekatte and the bridges started to come, from Udupi to Brahmavar there are 6 bridges within a distance of 11 KMS, cool right???.

I just had a glance at the sky, thinking bout project (Network database syncing ) then I was awestruck!!!. The sky was filled stars, stars. ( I am reacting like a kid, I am a dude not a kid ). Then (flash back like a bollywood movie)…

Flashback:

When I was a kid I used to live with my Grand Pa in Hospet ( My Nana,  hey Na doing namaz, these days all 5 namaz)). I used to sleep with him, on his arm. He used to tell stories, regarding Prophet, facts bout India, Indian cricket, moments in other sports especially tennis and football. I always liked about his experiences with Indian Railways and railways growth and transformation.

I remember once he said something bout Che Guevara and Fidel Castro, mostly regarding Vietnam war (wikipedia link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Che_Guevara). Hail Che…

During that time we used to sleep in garden or varandah, under open sky. Trains used to run across darkness. I remember Nana used to tell bout stars, galaxies. And he used to make me count the stars. (In all languages, counting in telugu used to be fun).

More than that we used to try to connect stars to identify some familiar objects, example like zodiac signs. For me and Nana we had our own custom objects. ( Dude, custom objects and custom classes… Finally thinking like a programmer?? ) I remember we used to identify arrows, ships, some irregular triangles and rectangles.

There used to be a particular star pattern similar to Popeye’s smile with a cigar. I still have the picture of the pattern in my mind. You are right Popeye and Bluto ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Popeye ). During that time Popeye and Aladdin were my heroes. So before sleeping I used to identify Popey smile in the sky. I used to dream bout Popeye and Spinach (Palak I think)

Those were best days for me, they made me to transform as Mohsin…

Present day:

From bus I tried to get that Popeye pattern in the sky, I tried here and there. I was unsuccessful in figuring out. Continue reading “Speaking with the stars:”

Speaking with the stars: