Thursday, February 10, 2011

The next best thing

with friends on a serene sunday night over a cold beer a thought crossed my mind Looking ahead at 24, with chapters of college, career and shattered love left behind the next best thing to happen in life would be to hold my firstborn in my own hands.. **************************** i wouldn't mind if it's a he or she, but if its a he, i want him to grow up real naughty. i want him to throw everything he lays his hands on, i want his balls to be breaking window panes. it would be so boring, if he gives me peace of mind. And when he goes to school, i wont insist him to be scoring all A's but it would be nice, if he could sing a bit and play guitar. it's ok if he is not first in class, but when he plays football with friends, he should play the best pass. at 16, he should find a girlfriend, and at 17, he should break up. he should know what heartbreak is, moreover, at 16 its never the right girl. i want him to fall in love without looking for it to fall in love without fear of legacy, caste or creed. it wouldn't be nice, without him at home, but i want him to backpack his way into the wonders of the world to sleep in the quite of the wilderness to climb mountains and smell the sky There are dreams galore, but the one thing i don't want to do, is to sell him my unfinished dreams And the only thing i really want to teach him is to dream, big and wild and bold. and i want to watch with pride as he chases his own. dreams. **************************** I wouldn't mind, if it's a he or she, but i have to confess it will be a little more special, if its really a 'she'. From the very first time i see her wrapped in a white towel, she will be the prettiest girl in the world for me, though i guess her mom won't like that much. i want to be there, when her feet dances for the first time when she feeds that barbie with a spoon when she wears her lipstick right across her cheek. I wouldn't mind if she sticks out her tongue at every annoying cousin who coaxes her to sing. I want her to grow up without any fears bold and beautiful, the freest of spirits. It would be lovely if she could dance, but it would be just as fine if she wants to race a bike, or kick someone in a fight. I don't want to miss that naughty twinkle in her eyes when she makes me shake hands with that tall dark boy from class and when i walk her down the aisle she in her lilywhite gown, i don't want her to see tears swelling up my eyes The world will keep telling her something i want her to unlearn there is nothing you can't do , dear just because you were born a girl. There are dreams galore, but the one thing i don't want to do, is to sell her my unfinished dreams And the only thing i really want to teach her is to dream, big and wild and bold. and i want to watch with pride as she chases her own. dreams. ********************

6 comments:

kris... said...

thanks a lott nj..its an awesome dedication t nikhil n me :) and i shall take this as my weddin gift k :) wow!!!

kris... said...

and i observed - lik all dads,u too xpect ur son t finish off all ur 'unfinished dreams'..coz i know tht u always want t b the "he" u described in here :)

Kripa said...

beautiful Nirmal...very beautiful!

little star said...

hey nirmal....wonderful...i dont even think abt this time(till now)in my life...nice

JEEVZ said...

beautiful!

Nirmal Joy said...

@ kris: that was the easy way out to describe the 'he'. i had much more trouble writing for the girl, obviously , i have never been one.

@krips : thanks.. :) glad that i finally manage to pry a response out of you :)

@remya : don't worry, it will hit you one day :)
the incident in the first para actually happened. i was at a friend's place , he handed me his nephew ( there is a photo in fb) , and suddenly it hit me and i told my frnds the same thing. of course, they murdered me. only thing different was it was no sunday, and there was no beer.

@jeevan : dint you know you had started a blog. thanks:)

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