Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Oh Dear! When will you have sense?

Last night while I was reading short story written by Virginia woolf,a sentence caught my attention :Oh Oliver !when will you have sense, my son?. The sentence sounded so familiar as if I had listened it many times. I just gave up reading and started following the flashes of emerging memories on surface of mind. I see my mother seating beside me and pull aside the tuft of curly hairs from my forehead and saying ‘’Oh! Arooj, you again hurt yourself during your non-sensible play. When will you have sense, my dear?

In the very next moment I heard my mother shouting behind me, while I am sitting in the wall trying to reach the upper branch of the tree standing my neighborhood,’’Oh! Arooj, you are gain going to get severe injury, come down my child.

And then I feel myself in the arms of my mother, lying besides her, ready to sleep when she is saying ‘’Oh! Arooj, how much you mischievous you are promise me you won’t do the same things by tomorrow. The last thing that I could recall was the kiss of my mother and false promise on my part.:-)

Now ,when I am grown enough to decide what to and what not to do, I am just longing for such caring loving check that would keep an eye on my all acts and would blow a piece of pray with my every move. But now I am standing among ruthless crowd where people are ready to notice my faults and blunders and none will say

Oh! Dear when will you have sense?

10 comments:

Suzette Saxton said...

Oooo, your blog is lovely, too! I like your post - like the way it spans the generations. :)

Thousif Raza said...

you wont belive how many times my mom has said the same thing may it be for the injuries i have made for myself, or for pestering my sister, but its always good ya, mother na whatever she says lives you with a lingering feeling like none other, oh innocent childhood where have you gone????


nice post ya :)


take care and keep writing.........

sheeza said...

wow thats so touchy and so delicate. life is really seems worthy with such wonderful relation. pray, caring, loving and worring mere a few sides. A mother is more then that.

great.

Corey Schwartz said...

Oh, what a sweet post. So lovely, Arooj.

SandyCarlson said...

I share with you the desire to be nurtured in that way. So true!

Standbymind said...

Bang on mate!
What a beautiful way to say!

~Ellie Kings~ said...

Hi there, this was such a sweet post. Will be stopping here often!
Ellie

B.Held said...

So true!

QUIETUDE N said...

rare beauty of affections are usually overlooked..but u have written it well!

A S said...

hii
haan, i agree.. even i miss that sweet scolding sometimes :)