Father’s Day

To all the Dads, who in excited impatience paced the hospital floors to welcome their kid.
To all the Dads, who freaked out when they knew they were going to have one, but couldn’t wait to give the best of this world to his li’l one.
To all the Dads, who taught us all they knew: to change bulbs,fix that creaking door, throw a frisbee, make the perfect garden bund, solve that trigonometry mess.
To all the Dads, who swelled up with pride watching us, mostly flattered yet built and boosted our self esteem. More so to all the Dads who didn’t know how to say it in words, but could only muster a faint smile n nod.
Who always knew how to make our rebellious spirit retreat with a quiet stare or their stern one-liners :

  • ‘don’t slouch, Keep your shoulders straight’, 
  • ‘put them back right where you took it from’, 
  • make your life worthwhile for you and others’ , 
  • ‘Don’t you dare take that tone with your mother’.


To all the Dads, who though fiercely overprotective, slowly learnt to step back and let you make your own adventures.
To all those Dads, who were just naturally knew how to be the best fathers, equally for those who only learnt it on the job making mistakes.
To those Dads, who just couldn’t be or had no time to be a good father but try now, to those who turned out to be the world’s amazing grandfathers.

To all those Dads,Brothers,Uncles,Teachers, or any of the other blessed father-figures
Here’s, a thank you on this Father’s Day for your life and ours!

And now to close off, here’s a beautiful ode to fatherhood… And that’s a favourite of both Appa and me.

Not lost yet

 

 spain

 

I was lost and alone in the streets of Majadahonda,Spain in the wee hours of the night..2.30am.

Like any typical tourist, I had forayed too far from my planned itinerary, alighted at the wrong bus-stop and was far from where I should be. Totally frustrated and perhaps a little scared too…I unwillingly trusted my ‘sense of direction’, walked with a hurried pace, clutched my bag close and gave my best shot at the tone-deaf whistling I do. Not a soul in sight except for a car or two whizzing past. A li’l doggie sprinting my way surprised me and brought the smile back in a snap.
Caught my breath again, stepped aside on the grass, held my torturous heels in hand and walked. A quite night, starry sky above, cold gentle breeze blowing through the hair, moist grass beneath the bare-feet..that was one of the best moments in life!

I’ll have this simple memory to tell me when I’m clueless again (!) that I’ll find the way somehow. All I’d have to do is let my hair down, hum a song and walk the path.
And just as that day,  I also know that God will walk me through my fears, I might even catch him whistling along my favourite tune, and I’d reach.. like I did the Riviere’s home that night.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas!

Whether we plan to gather in church to sing and worship, or around a dinner table or Christmas tree with the family, or catch up with friends to the sound of heavy hard metal rock or choose to be alone in the comforting presence of a strong wifi; even if things haven’t been going well, or we still miss our lost ones more so now…there’s one thing that this season reminds us: hope and love. Smile in hope and pass around your love,light and laughter.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas!

Rent

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Of all the musical I’ve seen, ‘Rent’ gets to my top 5. Didn’t bat an eyelid nor was bored for a minute. Highly entertaining and gripping to the tiniest detail. Kickass show and great recreation by Pangdemonium!

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear
How do you measure – measure life in a year?

In daylights – in sunsets
In midnights – in cups of coffee
In inches – in miles
In laughter – in strife

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutesFive hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?

In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died

It’s time now – to sing out
Tho’ the story never ends
Let’s celebrate, give in to love
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love
Remember the seasons of love

Rent, NYC. Tony award and Pulitzer winner.
#lavieboheme #RentSg