Indian Middle Class

One beautiful story about the beauty of my country.
This is the class that has always decided the future of this nation.

How corrupt we may go, in the process of earning money but still we survive. The only reason being is, somewhere in our hearts, the old values, the things we were taught since we were kids..were still there. They may not see the light always. But in times of need, they do show their true face.

One may wonder about the Lady, who fought with the Ticket Checker and the Station Master for the reason that he charged a 50 more than the usual fine.

She breaks all those thoughts with one sentence.

"But today, ten days out of home, I would like to believe that his value systems, everything that we have taught him, stand by him. It is not just about the money. I needed to know that our values stand for something, and that when he stands by them, we stand by him. There is wrong, for which he must pay his fines, but equally there is right, and even one Rupee to the left is not right."

When she said that, she stands by her son, when he stood for something he believed in, it shows her confidence in the values she taught her son. In the culture of this country that never failed when it is met with courage and confidence.
She made her son realize that his parents stand by him whenever he is right. And this incident reminds him of the path to follow at every crossroad of life he faces.

Thanks to this class and values of the Nation.

Teachers & Family

Some time earlier, i wrote this very long post about how close i am to my granpa and how much i miss him.
But yesterday while just surfing around, i found this very interesting post on a girl's relation with her father. And i am very much moved.
I loved the post so much that my thoughts went loud for a pretty good time.
When i lost my Granpa, im so moved. But i now remember my mom's words that she said on that day.
You have just lost your Granpa. But i have lost the only parent left to me. I no more have my parents around.
The ironic truth in her words did not strike to me in those moments of grief and sorrow. But now as i think about love, loss and pain we feel when
we loose someone so close and all..i now remember the pain in my mum's voice that day. She has no one left. And i better notice this fact.
I better realise that she is not just my mother anymore. She is one lovely woman who lost her parents too. And i better realise that she needs more love and\
deserves more respect and need more peace than ever.
And this post, being written on the Indian Teachers Day, i also wish my First Teacher and a Teacher in her real life a very happy teachers day.
Dear mamma, i love you so much that no words are enough to express my love for you. But i now realise that i need to express my love sometimes
so that you never feel like 'Oh, my kids never love me!' . You may be more strict and serious when compared to dad, but as they say, that balanced our
life when dad spoiled us with is pamper. Thanks for being my first friend in Teenage when i needed you the most. All my life i remember telling everyone that
dad's my favourite parent. But in my heart i know this, you treated me as a kid when i was a kid, as a friend when i was a teen and as an shoulder
to hold on when i turned out into an adult. You have been there for me during all my tough times. And i know how valuable that is.

Love you mamma & Granpa (Who happens to be a teacher too)
Happy Teachers Day Dear Teacher.