Wednesday, July 16, 2014

My Best Friend

A Friend in need is a friend indeed.

Honourable Judges, respected teachers and my dear friends.

I am here before you to say about "My Best Friend". My best friend is a person who is always close at heart. She wakes me up in the morning with her dazzling smile making my day a perfect one. She pampers me with her loving words, teaches me my day's work, nourishes me with my favourite food, dresses me with love and care and drops me to school on time thereby developing confidence in myself and making me the best of student, friend and daughter. Who can that friend be, none other than my mother. I would cherish her, as it is only once in a lifetime gift. Mom, I love you.

Thank you.

Its just a kindergarten speech. But mothers are too special to ignore, accept them as they are. Take care of them you would never regret it.

See you.


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

My Role Model

Don't worry that children never listen to you. Worry that they are always watching you.
Honourable Judges, Respected Teachers And My Dear Friends.
I am here before you to speak a few words about “My Role Model”. My role model is my father. My father, Mr.____________________________ is a business man, a very simple, soft spoken, kind, straightforward and loving man. He is more like a friend to me than a father. I could share anything and everything with him. I have never heard him say a harsh word to anybody. He is the pivot of my family. Though he is a busy man, he always has time for my mother, sister and myself. He has never broken a promise.
You would like to know, why I chose my dad as my role model./ This incident happened years back,/ it was in class I./ The occasion,/ the School Annual Day celebration/ – My very very special day/. I was selected for speech,/ the very first speech in front of the whole school and their family./ I had no fear/ because my father had promised me,/ that he would be in the front row to hear me./ But misfortune struck early in the morning of the very day,/ my father received a call, / a friend of him had a heart failure and no one was there to take him to the hospital./ He immediately got ready to go./ My heart sank. I went and hugged his leg and started crying./ He knelt in front of me and asked,/ son, why are you crying?”/ and I incoherently replied,/ “You would not be there in the front row and my speech would be forgotten.”/ He smiled and kissed me on the forehead and said,/ “I promise son,/ I will be there no matter what /and you will be the best speaker in the whole school on this day.”/ He hugged me tightly and left./ I reached school. /The programmes started./ I peaked through the curtain in between the programmes, to see my father, /but sadly he was not there./ The teacher called me and said, “_______, next is your speech,/ don’t worry, you are good at it.”/ I nodded. My name was called and I got on stage and my eyes wandered to the first row and there in front of me, stood my father, all smiles. My eyes welled./ At that time I knew. I would like to be like him. That day the speech was only for him as a thank you gift for being there, for keeping a promise and for being my very own papa for life. The applause I received after the speech was mind boggling because this was the first ovation from the bigger peers for me and that is when I stepped into the real world – A world of uncertainties but I had no fears / for my father was my beacon. I looked at dad/ who was smiling with tears in his eyes. But even today, I do wonder, how he made it to the front row.
My father, my role model gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me and I would try to keep up to it, as he did.
Thank you.

Hope you liked it.

Take care


Thursday, July 10, 2014

Miracle of The Best Sort

I have heard about selfless love with Jesus Christ and great saints. But in this day and age, its a rarity which I cannot even comprehend to think. Now the person who was selfless was my dad's friend's children. I last met them some 24 years back. Myself or my family had no contact with them resulting in an unattended relationship and for us life flowed without any thought of them. They were just our friendly past. Yesterday I accidentally met these people. They didn't recognize us but I did (luckily). Anyway, we introduced ourselves and their elation at meeting us was mind boggling and I was thinking, "Isn't it a bit queer". But still I was happy at least they recognized us by name.

Now to one of the persons I met, her name is Celine. She is not a person who is overly gushy type, very silent and unobtrusive in character. Do you know what she did? She helped to keep the memory of my dad's grave intact. Yeah, I know, you didn't understand.

Now, the flash back. It was 25 years back, my dad passed away just after 5 days he reached this place. He was away for nearly 10 years. So no one was aware of his arrival and by then we were grown up children, who had no connection at all with anybody there. So when my dad died, we just buried him there on plain ground in the church cemetery, without a tomb or any markings, except for a wooden cross, which unfortunately couldn't withstand the test of time as well as nature's onslaught on it for long and we left, as there was nothing to hold us back.

Now, back to reality. To be frank, we were sure, that we wouldn't have any idea of where our dad was buried. But since it was 25th Death Anniversary, we decided to go. That is the setting you are in. We told her that we came to visit dad because it is his 25th Death Anniversary, but unfortunately, we do not know where he is buried. So she smilingly said, "I can show you." We really were surprised. Then, one of our other friends, who was with us at that time spoke, "Celine, every year maintains the grave of your dad and ten other friends', whose families have left leaving them alone. She also pays for a mass every year for these friends of her father's." I was just dumbstruck. You know, we do favours only if we feel that they would acknowledge our favour and reciprocate accordingly. But what is the point in doing a favour to a dead person , who is 6 ft under the ground, with no family around?

In our case, there was no chance, or point of us returning to visit dad, when there was no evidence of a tomb. So my mom thought that we just have to pray for his soul. But opportunities just allowed us to be there for the 25th Death Anniversary.

My mom is a person, who always puts a tag for her actions good or bad. So when she saw her husband's grave, as good as new after 25 years, was more than she could expect. She couldn't stop her tears and that is what I call "Miracle of the best sort". A deed unacknowledged. I really salute Celine for her selfless service - Giving company to the dead. Thank you Celine, for giving me the best gift of my lifetime - My dad's grave intact. You really made a difference to many a hearts on that day, including mine. What about you guys? Any difference?

Take care and be happy.