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Bappa and Papa...

 

Our first friend… First God to be worshipped before any ritual… In each religion he is been loved and cared equally… irrespective of state or zone…

Every year we wait for him… so we can welcome him in our houses or in our vicinity… we have known him by his looks, we know him by his playful wittiness… his love for Modak's and sweets…

But what we don’t know or never looked at was the problems and the hardships our Bappa had…

We wish our parents would have let us do that one specific thing which we wanted to do…

Lot more things… that we keep blaming our parents… there comes a time when we are supposed to just forgive them and hold the reins of our life in our hand…

Our father might have slapped us… beaten us… what worse…? Shiva cut away Bappa’s head and gave him a head of elephant…

Now it’s true we are not Bappa’s and our father is not Shiva… but it’s not about identity rather about the bond the relation…   

We are nothing without our parents… no matter how many acquaintances we make we are still known by our father or mothers name…  

Bappa never cried, or hated Shiva for giving him such a head…

If we have question like, who are they to think for us? Then same thing applies to us who are we to think about them in such a way… All what they did was what they thought was good for us…

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