Past-Present-Future.

The kids were contemplating on a suffix. What is so grand  about,  Grand parents and grand children .

I appreciate their patience level.

I think it is generosity..remember when our parents refuse to give us anything, they always offer us the same things.never, even brag about it..

I sense it is the capacity to let people be as they are, we are always so relaxed and ourselves at their house. They never complain how we behave 😉

I feel, it is wisdom. with age they acquired it.

I find, them to be just like us. That is why..they are grand parents and we are their grand children.We are both grand. 

Grand at vision, innovation, expression and believe. 

We got the above qualities because we are young and they got it , as they have experienced and lived, much of those aspects. 

So..it is the honesty that is grand..Yes.with love..

Greatness..Righteousness ..Awareness..Neutrality …Devotion

We must form a link from our size, and age to their mind and height, then teach those who have lost their innocence and misplaced their devotion to focus on life and thought, for their turn to become grand is next..and what would we be? Just Parents and Children…

Not just that..when we link the future and past..we the present would make the best of it..and make it last.

To the past…we  love 

To the present..we live

To the future..we hold

let the generations live, love and hold their connection and make the best of this today and everyday..for present would pass..quickly 😉

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Gifts wrapped or not

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On any occasion in life. We have two common things, first is gift and second is food. We love both. Without a gift, nothing to remember. when we get a gift..excluding cash gift..we tend to use it and keep it for a long time. Therefore, to buy a gift, we take lots of trouble..like what can I afford, what is in fashion, where can I get it and what was that particular person’s choice/hope.

We never want people or pets to get a frown when the great time comes..we are giving them hope and smile not a hidden shock..Some  friends give us gift and borrow it back ! that usually happened earlier during college days..when books were given and taken for a long time.

I always try to give a useful gift to my husband, I gave him a drill machine and a collapsible ladder. Yep..he likes to make holes and climb up..Then, I also gave him the can opener..my items for his birthdays are everlasting..this year it was the turbo car wheels. not, that he doesn’t like the shirt I buy, it is just he has this urge for these things, that I respect..his urge :))) of course each time he opens or even before he open, he can make out by the shape and size what is the gift..When I got married to him..he had bought a thick gold bangle for me as a token of  love. I didn’t get him anything, so I told him..I am your gift..you can unwrap me , now that we are married 😉

The Retarders ..

The retarders in life and road. Everyday encounter, and we turn a bit sour. Why do they not compete in a healthy way, why should they block and give me side, life is a race  and traffic is a nightmare. Which is worst, I can not yet decided. But let me try to ponder on, on road we are moving but the car in front of us doesn’t want to speed and those behind are dying to run over, horns blare and lights flicked..they get a kick out of this harassment . Do they have any urgency to elbow us out , not really . After they reach their destinations  some would sit and have a cup of tea, or  get online and drop a line to a sweetheart. few, who are in a rush work :))

I find it also interesting to note, that bus drivers are always stopping either before or after their bus stop, blocking all four lanes and leaving a tiny space , like a half lane for cars to get into a tunnel effect for squeezing out the other side. people complain, about getting late..so they want to change lanes, moving from slower to faster, but as they try they keep on stalling the lanes they are on and wait.this is also slowing down speed. But,they never realize. In a city like Dhaka, there are few traffic signals, and mostly not working, reason the local traffic constable wants to have some power over those moving freely. They don’t want ordinary  people to pass without looking at them, that what drivers would do if they were to follow only signals. So, they put them on halt and talk over the phone, yes someone important is coming ..so all of us must wait..let him/her pass..question is why????

Now,come to the life retarders. At work or school, those who cannot score high or do good, would try to plot against those who are hardworking and intelligent. The retarders also put much time and effort, in scheming ad plotting the ways to block the honest workers. They find out reasons for stopping any project, and if you ask them why ? They simply tell you, you are not suppose to know. Talk about, neighbors, they also are trying to steal away your peace and happiness. Relatives, they want to make sure you feel sorry, that they are your relative 😉 . Who else are there? 

Too many , I guess..but one thing is consistent, the way they behave on road is an honest reflection of their inner personality and character.

Retarders

Life and road both got many retarders. Some to block, others to slow, few to misguide and other’s they wouldn’t let you go. Every day, at work or home, we need to breathe in and out..not because I got cold and nose is blocked..it is for venting out fumes..yes my heart burns and my blood boils. Still, I must smile or face consequences.

On road, pedestrians and hawkers, try to block, at work the colleague wants to give you a 1000 watt jolt and at home, the neighbors got ideas to capture your parking space, while you were gone. Each time, I must spend time to avoid conflict, duck the throw or escape the ordeal.

No wonder, people get sour. They think about miseries and get miserable each day. I feel that low..then I feel sad..depression; just then I catch a glimpse of my reflection on the window. I smile, after all it is me :)) I love myself, since I must compensate for the empty looks I get when I am in a group.The whole room feels like pricking grass, irritating my feet but I must last till it is time to leave.

Endure, experience, erase your miseries and come back for more, yes, tommorow is another day 🙂

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