Bond of love



My wife called, ‘How long will you be poring over that newspaper? 
Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?’
 
I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene.
 
My only daughter Sindu looked frightened.
Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice.
Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for  her age. She has just turned eight.
 
She particularly detested Curd Rice. My mother and my wife are orthodox,
 
and believe firmly in the ‘coolingeffects’ of Curd Rice! I cleared my throat,
and picked up the bowl. ‘Sindu, darling, why don’t you take
 
a few mouthful of this Curd Rice?Just for Dad’s sake, dear. And, if you don’t,
 
your Mom will shout at me’I could sense my wife’s scowl behind my back.
Sindu softened a bit, and  wiped her tears with the back of her hands.
 
‘OK, Dad. I will eat – not  just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lotof this.
 
But, you should…’ Sindu  hesitated.
 
‘Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?’

 

 
‘Oh sure, darling’. 


 
‘Promise?’
 
‘Promise’.


I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine,
 
and clinched the deal. ‘Ask Mom also to give a similar promise’,
my daughter insisted. My wife slapped her hand on Sindu’s,
 
muttering ‘Promise’, without any emotion.


 
Now I became a bit anxious. ‘Sindu dear,
 
you shouldn’t insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items.
Dad does not  havethat 


kind of money right now. OK?’


‘No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive’.

 
Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity.
 
I was silently angry with my wife and my mother fo
 
r forcing my child eat something that she detested.
 
After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to  me with her eyes wide with expectation.
All our attention was on her.
 
‘Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!’ was her demand.

 
‘Atrocious!’ shouted my wife, ‘A girl child having her head  shaved off?
Impossible!’


‘Never in our family!’ my mother rasped.
 
‘She has been watching too much of television.
Our culture is getting totally spoiled  with these TV programs!’ 

  
‘Sindu darling, why don’t you ask for something else?
We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.’
 
 
‘No, Dad. I do  not want anything else’, Sindu said with finality.
 
 
‘Please, Sindu, why don’t you try to understand our feelings?’ I tried to plead with her.
 
 
‘Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice’.  Sindu was in tears.
 
 
‘And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for.
 
Now, you are going back on your words.
 
Was it not you who told me the story of  King Harishchandra,
and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?’
 
 
It was time for me to call the shots. ‘Our promise must be kept.’
 
 
‘Are you out your mind?’ chorused my mother and wife.


 
‘No.  If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own.

Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.’


With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school.
It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking  towards her classroom. 
She turned around and waved.


 
I waved back with a smile.


Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, ‘Sinduja, please wait for me!’
 
 
What struck me was the hairless head of that boy.  
 
‘May be, that is the in-stuff’, I thought.
 
‘Sir, your daughter Sinduja is  great indeed!’
Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car,
 
and continued,’ That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish.

 
He is suffering from… … leukemia.’ She paused to muffle her sobs.


 
‘Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month.
 



He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy.
He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel 


teasing of the schoolmates.’

 
Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue.

 
But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!
 
 
Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.’
 
 
I stood transfixed.  And then, I wept.
‘My little Angel, you are teaching me how self-less real love  is!’


 
*The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on
their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love 

Vitamin F- Friendship


 

Cox of Kisses and other stories


 

 

 

A Box of Kisses………………….

 

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. 

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.” He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the gold box was empty. Annoyed, he said to his daughter, “Don’t you know that when you give someone a present, there’s suppose to be something inside the box? A box isn’t a present!” The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, “But Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you Daddy.” The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness. 

It is told that the man kept the gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

 

Father and Son…………………

 

An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 
years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window. 

The Father asked his Son, “What is this?” 

The Son replied “It is a crow”. 

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, “What is this?” 

The Son said “Father, I have just now told you “It’s a crow”. 

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, 

What is this?” 

At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son’s tone when 
he said to his Father with a rebuff. “It’s a crow, a crow”. 

A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, “What is 
this?” 

This time the Son shouted at his Father, “Why do you keep asking me the 
same question again and again, although I have told you so many times ‘IT 
IS A CROW’. Are you not able to understand this?” 

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old 
tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening 
a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the 
following words were written in the diary :- 

“Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a 
crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I 
replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each 
time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not 
at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child”. 

While the little child asked him 23 times “What is this”, the Father had 
felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when 
today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt 
irritated and annoyed. 

So.. 

If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a 
burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and 
kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, “I 
want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I 
was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me. 

They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to 
make me a person presentable in the society today”. 

Say a prayer to God, “I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will 
say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.

 

For my syster……………….

 

The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. 

The Cashier said, ‘I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.’ 

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, 

are you sure I don’t have enough money?” 

The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.” 

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. 

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. 

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 

‘It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. 

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.’ 

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. 

But he replied to me sadly. ‘No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.’ 

His eyes were so sad while saying this. ‘My Sister has gone to be with God. 
Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.” 

My heart nearly stopped. 

The little boy looked up at me and said: ‘I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. 
I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.’ 

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. 
He then told me ‘I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me.’ 

‘I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.’ 

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. 

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. ‘Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” 

‘OK’ he said, ‘I hope I do have enough..’ I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. 
There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. 

The little boy said: ‘Thank you God for giving me enough money!’ 

Then he looked at me and added, ‘I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough 
money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!” 

‘I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. 
But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” 

‘My mommy loves white roses.’ 

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. 

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. 

I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. 

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young 

woman and a little girl. 

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. 

Was this the family of the little boy? 

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away. 

I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. 

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. 

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. 

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

 

 

Raksha Bandhan- the bond of love and affection



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Raksha Bandhan

Fun & Info @ Keralites.netRaksha Bandhan, (the bond of protection) or Rakhi, is a festival primarily observed in India, which celebrates the relationship between brothers and sisters. It is also called Rakhi Purnima in most of India.[1][2] It is also celebrated in some parts of Pakistan.[3] The festival is observed by Hindus, Sikhs and some Muslims. The central ceremony involves the tying of a rakhi (sacred thread) by a sister on her brother’s wrist. This symbolizes the sister’s love and prayers for her brother’s well-being, and the brother’s lifelong vow to protect her. The festival falls on the full moon day (Shravan Poornima) of the Shravan month of the Hindu lunisolar calendar.[7][9][10][11] It grew in popularity after Rani Karnavati, the widowed queen of Chittor, sent a rakhi to the Mughal emperor Humayun when she required his help.

The festival is marked by the tying of a rakhi, or holy thread, which comes in many colors and designs, by the sister on the wrist of her brother. The brother in return offers a gift to his sister and vows to look after her as she presents sweets to him. The brother usually presents his sister with an envelope filled with money however, other presents such as saris and clothing can be given. The brother and sister traditionally feed one another sweets. These sweets include anything from Jalebi, Kaju Katli, and Burfi. Since north Indian kinship practices give cousins a status similar to siblings, girls and women often tie the rakhi to their male cousins as well (referred to as “cousin-brothers” in regional parlance) in several communities.[12][13] Unrelated boys and men who are considered to be brothers (munh-bola bhai or adopted brothers) can be tied rakhis, provided they commit to a lifelong obligation to provide protection to the woman or girl.

Historical occurrences and mentions

Krishna and Draupadi

Another incident from the epic Mahabharat concerns Krishna and Draupadi, the wife of the Pandavas. She had once torn a strip of silk off her sari and tied it around Krishna’s wrist to staunch the bleeding from a battlefield wound. Krishna was touched by her action and declared her to be his sister, even though they were unrelated. He promised to repay the debt and then spent the next 25 years doing just that. Draupadi, in spite of being married to five great warriors and being a daughter of a powerful monarch, trusted and depended wholly on Krishna. Krishna repaid the debt of love during the “Cheer-Haran” (literally “clothing-removing”) of Draupadi, which occurred in the assembly of King Dhritarashtra when Yudhisthira lost her to the Kauravas in gambling. At that time, Krishna indefinitely extended her saree through divine intervention, so it could not be removed, to save her honor. This is how he honored his rakhi vow towards Draupadi.[15]

King Bali and Goddess Laxmi

Fun & Info @ Keralites.netAccording to a legend the Demon King Bali was a great devotee of Lord Vishnu. Lord Vishnu had taken up the task to guard his kingdom leaving his own abode in Vaikunth. Goddess Lakshmi wished to be with her lord back in her abode. She went to Bali disguised as a woman to seek refuge till her husband came back.

During the Shravan Purnima celebrations, Lakshmi tied the sacred thread to the King. Upon being asked, she revealed who she was and why she was there. The king was touched by her goodwill for his family and her purpose and requested the Lord to accompany her. He sacrificed all he had for the Lord and his devoted wife.

Thus devotion to the Lord. It is said that since then it has been a tradition to invite sisters in Shravan Purnima for the thread tying ceremony or the Raksha Bandhan.

Alexander the Great and King Puru

According to one legendary narrative, when Alexander the Great invaded India in 326 BC, Roxana (or Roshanak, his wife) sent a sacred thread to Porus, asking him not to harm her husband in battle. In accordance with tradition, Porus, a Katoch king, gave full respect to the rakhi. On the battlefield, when Porus was about to deliver a final blow to Alexander, he saw the rakhi on his own wrist and restrained himself from attacking Alexander personally.

Rani Karnavati and Emperor Humayun

A popular narrative that is centered around Rakhi is that of Rani Karnavati of Chittor and Mughal Emperor Humayun, which dates to 1535 CE. When Rani Karnavati, the widowed queen of the king of Chittor, realised that she could not defend against the invasion by the Sultan of Gujarat, Bahadur Shah, she sent a Rakhi to Emperor Humayun. Touched, the Emperor immediately set off with his troops to defend Chittor.[18] Humayun arrived too late, and Bahadur Shah managed to sack the Rani’s fortress. Karnavati, along with a reported 13,000 other women in the fortress, carried out Jauhar on March 8, 1535, killing themselves to avoid dishonor while the men threw the gates open and rode out on a suicidal charge against Bahadur Shah’s troops.[19][20] When he reached Chittor, Humayun evicted Bahadur Shah from fort and restored the kingdom to Karnavati’s son, Vikramjit Singh.[19] Although contemporary commentators and memoirs do not mention the Rakhi episode and some historians have expressed skepticism about it, it is mentioned in one mid-seventeenth century Rajasthani account.

Believe it or not- love and bonding


 

Three Brothers
They make an unlikely trio, but Baloo the bear, Leo the lion and Sher Khan the tiger have forged an unusually strong bond.

Considering that they would be mortal enemies if they ever were to meet in the wild,
it is stunning to see their unique and genuine friendship in these intimate pictures.

Rescued eight years ago during a police drugs raid in Atlanta , Georgia , the three friends were only cubs at the time at barely two months old. 

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They had been kept as status symbol pets by the drug barons.

Delivered to the Noah’s Ark Animal Rescue Centre in Locust Grove , Georgia , the decision was made
to keep the youngsters together, because of their budding rapport.

‘We could have separated them, but since they came as a kind of family, the zoo decided
to keep them together,’ said Diane Smith, assistant director of Noah’s Ark. 

‘To our knowledge, this is the only place where you’ll find this combination of animals together.’

Living with the zoo’s founders for the past eight years, Sher Khan, Baloo and Leo have now moved
to a purpose-built habitat where the US public can now witness first hand their touching relationships.

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‘We didn’t have the money to move them at first,’ said Diane.

‘Now their habitat is sorted and they have been moved away from the children’s zoo areas
where the public couldn’t really get a good look.

‘It is possible to see Baloo, who is a 1000lb bear, Sher Khan, a 350lb tiger and Leo, who is also 350lbs,
messing around like brothers.

‘They are totally oblivious to the fact that in any other circumstance they would not be friends.’ 

Handled by Charles and Jama Hedgecoth, the zoo’s owners and founders,
the three friendly giants appear to have no comprehension of their animal differences.

‘Baloo and Sher Khan are very close,’ says Diane.

‘That is because they rise early, and as Leo is a lion, he likes to spend most of the day sleeping.

‘It is wonderful and magical to see a giant American Black Bear put his arm around a Bengal
and then to see the tiger nuzzle up to the bear like a domestic cat.

‘When Leo wakes up the three of them mess around for most of the day before they settle down to some food.’ 

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Surprisingly for three apex predators with the power to kill with a single bite or swipe of their paw,
they are very relaxed around each other.

‘They eat, sleep and play together,’ said Jama.

‘As they treat each other as siblings they will lie on top of each other for heat and simply for affection.

‘At the moment they are getting used to their new habitat.

‘Sher Khan is being quite reticent about the move, but Baloo, the bear, is very good at leading him on
and making him feel comfortable and safe.’ 

Explaining that the three ‘brothers’ have always seemed to share a unique bond,
Charles said: ‘Noah’s Ark is their home and they could not possibly be separated from each other.

‘You just have to remember who you’re dealing with when you are with them, though.

‘It’s when you forget that these fellows are wild animals that you get yourself in trouble.’ 

The trio’s new habitat had to be constructed carefully, in order to accommodate its occupants.

Jama said: ‘The clubhouse had to be very sturdy for the guys, because they all sleep in it together,’ 

She added: ‘We had to include a creek, because the tiger and the bear both like to be in water.’ 

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Can we – humans – be like them ?