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My blog is infested with trashes. It has become a garbage area. And trashes are worthy of trashes. Jokes apart, today I have found an opportunity to pay a tribute to my parents. One may think that I would stress on the fact of their intense effort that had always been as a support behind my upbringing and... and... and.

No, I'm not at all in that mood.

Let me paste here some photographs that would speak volumes of what I wish to say today.

My father, 72 summers


Today, my father is a bag of ruined bones. He went through bypass surgery. He is suffering from diabetic retinopathy. He also struggles to sleep at night. Yes, he always battles with insomnia. He lives on medicines. Amidst this pile of despair, he goes to draw his pension, exercises and walks on a regular basis. No matter how he lives, he lives - and that's all.

My father is fond of old memories and articles related to old memories. Perhaps, every soul, in his retired leisure, is bound to think so. He always keeps the articles with care.

The radio is a 20-year old friend to him. The sound quality is still amazingly soothing.


Here is a hand-fan, used at sultry noons or in time of power-cuts. As you know, we are free to enjoy darkness at times.


He has become a little modern - used to the updated version of water purifier - a smart filter, offered by my elder brother.


What he really abhors is lagging behind time. If anybody neglects to keep promise on time, she/he has devil to see in front of her/him. We have 16 clocks in count. Here is shown the photograph of the veteran most time-teller, which he had bought with his first month's salary.


He connects with everybody with the assistance of this BSNL land-phone, which is connecting India.


Never mind fellows! He needs a round-faced mirror in the wash room, probably, having a wish to drench his reflection.



My Mother, 62 summers


Thrown in a large family of over 15 members, she became an idol of our family. Simply because of her virtue. It is virtue which needs no verification. I have seen such a virtuous human being hardly ever. My mother lost her mother at the age of six months. She rises very early, keeps the house meticulously clean. Though, on the discovery of dust and dirt anywhere, one should not blame her, instead, one need to understand that she ages every day.

No compromise with her kitchen, which she took as the ultimate fate of her life at her very tender age.

The skilful hands are at work. She prepares unforgettable dishes. The fat pitcher is there. The mad apple is waiting to be beheaded.


She worships with intense dignity of the word, worship. Look at this gorgeous throne of deities. The throne was carved by my grandfather (distaff side).


The sacred utensils used in holding offerings are at rest here. They are shining like drops of tears.


Here is her favourite Nayantara flower, basking alone in the sun.


Mini-cricket is forbidden here! The clay vases dislike any unprecedented care of any cricket ball. Their place, always sunned and mooned, should be cleared off any danger. The smaller vase has budged off a bit to one side and left a patch of the old green affair with the floor of the roof.


Well, I think you can well understand that my mother loves munching betel nuts with betel peppers at noon. They are sun-dried to get nutty.



The diary of the moth is breathing pride, useless pride, meaningless pride, which is all-classic all-modern to give any person the power to regain the spirit of life.

9 comments:

Tom Stephenson said...

Justifiable pride, not 'useless'.

Mandip said...

lucky D.M among d infinite 2 have such beautiful persons.Also hats off 2 u for setting b4 us, an example of true priceless love,devotion,dedication & real values which r gradually wiping away from dis materialistic world.Here lies d true India.This is a perfect tribute of d D.M to his Maker......... God Bless u, my dear D.M! :) :) :)

Uncommon Sense said...

nice, my father is also found of old things, btw i m 2 found of old things

Shas said...

Touching post. It was nice to see that you devoted it to your parents and the things of their concern. May God bless them and keep them safe and healthy :)

A Restless Mind With A Sensitive Heart! said...

Hey dibakar!Its nice to see someone writing about his parents. And that too with pictures of their favourite things. Nice!

My father too has some fancy for old things, i have grown up seeing all those things too.

nice one.

RESTLESS

Dibakar Sarkar said...

Tom, Mandip, Uncommon Sense, Shas, Restless - please accept my regards.

Idiot Mind Working said...

no pride can be termed as useless or it wont be pride itself. thnx for sharing

Dibakar Sarkar said...

It's not useless to me... often depression makes eruption of such words...

Jaya said...

That was indeed a very beautiful post.May God bless your parents.So many things reminded me of my parents here.Well written post.Darun lekha hoyeche.

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