Just the other day, A fell from the stairs... both of us saw him roll down and fall on the ground. Luckily, miraculously he was unhurt. But that scene just keeps playing and replaying in front of my eyes. Its probably the scariest sight for me. To see your little baby falling down and not being able to do anything about it.

Isn't it kinda representative of the uncountable other times when we may have to see him going through something that we can't control? God alone knows the kind of circumstances and situations that he will have to deal with. We will never be able to really prevent them from happening... all we can do is after the fall... after the hurt. We can be there for him only after the pain. Makes me realise that we really can't control the lives of our children. They will go through what they must. What they bring towards them will affect them, good or bad. I hope mostly its good, but sometimes the bad will also come. I know how much the bad times have taught me about life... he will learn like that too.

I hope A knows that he can always come to us after the hurt. And we can assuage the pain. Tend over the wounds.

Children broaden our view of life so much. Its like the switch between windows option on the computer... for a second all that you have been through as children comes in front of your eyes. And then, we can act, maybe with some degree of understanding from our own past experiences as kids. Did our parents think like this too? I wonder...

AB; 22/Jan, Bandra

Four of us were sitting in Hard Rock... thought of doing something interesting... so wrote this chain poem. Somehow reveals our states of mind... even without us knowing it. Interesting
exercise...

1.

aj: once again I am under the spotlight

db: ...and a million miles away...

sd: I am cluless, but i know i belong here...

ab: so many years I've been drifting... and finally here...

aj: my blues forgotten - though i remember the shades

db: ...of an ocean that looks like a thousand diamonds
strung strung out from the land within...

sd: lets be children again lets play with marbles...

ab: ...the sun, the sand, the sea... why do they all seem so new to me?

aj: maybe its supposed to start again with the light at the end of the tunnel - I am coming home

2.

sd: and yet again the strings have started to take charge of me...

ab: different vibrations... each string has its own little story to tell...

aj: ironic - the puppeteer has become a puppet...

db: and the accuser the victim...

sd: but I am still not me..
my "me" is playing hide and seek...

ab: kuchh bhi soch lo...
"soch" nahin yahan...

aj: is baar aandhi mein patte
udte hain ban_ke dhuaan

db: mano is dil ke bikhre katron ke samaan...
dobara jod dete_in hain trahi huye sansar ko...

sd: chalo bikhre tukdon ko dhoondein
par kam roshni hain...
chalo kuchh roshni udhaar maang laate hain...
lamp-post se.......

ab: katron mein shayad na mile vo...
vo jo antaral ke theek pehle...
na jaane kab chala gaya...

aj: kal subah ke akhbaar
ki surkhiyon mein kahin
dhoond lena mujhe!

db: miloo_n nahin to mastak ko

apne ambar ki o_r uthha kar

charchit huye un taaro_n

mein ghule mishran

ki aas mein...

lahu bankar daud raha

hoonga main...

sd: is waqt ko lifafe mein band kar leti kaash...

aur phir kabhi koi yun-hi-sa nam din

aata to u_s lifafe se

ek-aadhi hansi

nikaal leti...

19th/20th jan '08 at Hard Rock, Mumbai...