Saturday, 12 November 2022

Kaash (काश ) A Poem For My Sons :Dedicated To All The Mothers

 चितवन कश्यप तुम दोनो को अकेले ही संभाला है, और ये सब करने में शायद तुम जैसा बचपन चाहते थे, मैं चाह कर भी तुम दोनो को नहीं दे पाई। आज बैठे बैठे कुछ लिखने को मन किया तो एक कविता लिख डाली।


ये कविता उन माओ को भी समर्पित है जो अपना पूरा जीवन अपने घर और बच्चो को संवारने और संभालने में लगा देती है । ना अपना ना अपने शौक ,अपनी इच्छाओं का ध्यान रखती है । बस बच्चों और परिवार के हर सदस्य को खुश करने में ही अपनी पूरी जिंदगी बिता देती है और उम्र के एक पड़ाव पर जब अपने आप को अकेला महसूस करती है तब सोचती है काश मैं भी खुल कर जी पाती। काश बच्चो संग थोड़ा सा ओर समय बिता पाती । काश मैं अपने लिए भी थोड़ा सा जी पाती


काश. 

   
व्यस्त रही मैं इतना साल, महीने, दिन
बिता ना पाई तुम संग खुल कर वो पल छिन
तुम लाए जब वो खिलौना, मां संग मेरे खेलो ना
घर के काम पड़े है बाकी, बेटा भाई संग खेल लो ना

कपड़े इस्तरी करने है, खाना बनाना है
अभी तो घर भी साफ करना है
ऐसा कह जल्दी ही दरवाजा पार कर जाती
काश मैं थोड़ी देर और रुक जाती
तुम्हारी भोली बातों में डूब जाती
काश ...तुम्हें परियों की कहानी सुना पाती 

बहला कर तुम्हे सुलाना, फिर घर के कामों में जुट जाना
सास -ससुर, देवर -जेठ , ननद -नंदोइयो की आवभगत 
फिर बाजार जाकर सब्जी -तरकारी भी लाना
घर के ढेरो कामों को छोड़ ,थोड़ा ओर समय तुम्हे दे पाती
काश मैं भी तुम संग तुम्हारा बचपन पूरा जी पाती
जिम्मेदारियों का बोझ थोड़ा कम कर, तुम संग बच्ची बन जाती

घर संभालना ,फिर जाकर दुकान खोलना
जिंदगी की भाग-दौड़ में खुद से दूर होती गई
बच्चो के भविष्य को संवारने की खातिर अपना वर्तमान खोती गई


जिन्दगी कितनी छोटी है, दिन महीने साल चुटकी में बीत गए
मेरे छोटे बच्चे कितनी जल्दी बड़े हो गए
अपनी अपनी ज़िंदगी में कितने मस्त हो गए
मेरे दिन जो व्यस्त रहते थे अब कितने शांत हो गए

किताबे और खिलौने, संदूको में बंद हो गए
विदेश जाकर बच्चे, थोड़ा सा दूर हो गए
मेरी सलाह और मशवरे की उन्हे जरूरत नहीं है अब
बच्चे तो नए जमाने के रंगढंग में मशरूफ हो गए

अब नही बोलता कोई साथ खेलने को
सोते समय कोई कहानी सुनाने को

सूना-सूना सा घर है,खाली खाली मन
बिस्तर पर लेटे ताकती रहती हूं अब छत

काश...बीता समय वापस ला पाती, 
तुम संग एक बार फिर से तुम्हारा बचपन जी पाती
काश. मैं अपने लिए भी थोड़ा जी पाती

ख्वाहिशों का आदी दिल काश ये समझ पाता,
जाता हुआ मौसम कभी लौटकर ना आया है,
बीत गया जो पल वो बीता ही रह जाता है
और
बीते दिनों को भी कभी कोई लोटा पाया है


काश फिर जीने की वजह मिल जाए,
साथ जितना भी बिताया वो पल मिल जाए. 
अपनी आँखें बंद कर लेती हूं ये सोचकर 
क्या पता ख़्वाबों में गुज़रा हुआ पल मिल जाए

अंत में सिर्फ इतना ही कहना है 
जी लो जो भी पल है, कल किसने देखा है
बिता लो अपनो संग कुछ पल ,कल का कुछ नही भरोसा है।
         
 हो सके तो जी लो हर पल,कल किसने देखा है
बिता लो अपनो संग कुछ पल ,कल का कुछ नही भरोसा है



काश की ज़िन्दगी में किसी के काश न रहे,
खुश हों सब ज़िंदगी से नई तलाश न रहे.
Written by 
मधु आनन्द चंढोक
7/11/2022


English Translation by Sameer Kohli

Chitvan & Kashyap what I couldn’t do for you then, I’m sorry for that although it was not by design. I’ve raised you up alone, and in doing that I was not able to give the childhood that you must have wanted. Today I felt like writing something, so have penned down a few verses.

This poem is dedicated to those mothers who spend their entire lives looking after their homes and children. Ignoring themselves and their desires, they devote themselves to their family and kids. At a point in life they find themselves alone and wish they had lived a little more for themselves, spent some more time with children.

I wish.
Days, Months and Years have Gone by
Couldn’t Spend those Moments with Each Other 
When You brought that Toy to Play with Me
Laden with Chores I asked You to Play with Your Brother 

Cooking, Cleaning, Ironing- I Would Walk Past and Away,
I Wish I Had Stayed a Minute More 
Immersed Myself in Your Innocent Ways
I Wish I had told You Stories of Folk & Lore 

Cajoling You to Sleep to get done with House Work 
Then Switching Roles to Entertaining Guests and Family 
I Wish I Could have Shied From Some of these Responsibilities 
To Have lived Your Childhood, like a Child- Sweet & Happily

Running the Home, Running the Shop 
I Kept Running Away From My Own Life 
In Securing a Future For My Precious Children
I Refused to Hear My Own Little Cries

Days, Months and Years Have Swept by
My Little ones Have Grown Up so Soon 
They are Walking about their Own Lives
And I Today Sit Back and Watch the Moon 

The Books and Toys are Stowed Away 
Kids Have Packed off to Distant Lands
They don’t Need My Hand Any More 
To Brave the Unknown, the Storms of the Sands

Now there is No One to Pull Me to Play 
Or Push Me to Tell a Bedtime Story 
The Rooms are Vacant, My Heart Dull
I Look up From My Bed at the Ceiling; the Walls of Past Glory

I Wish I Could turn the Clock Back
To Spend Your childhood With You Again 
Wish I Could Live More of You 
And a Little bit of Myself, For a Change

I Wish this Longing Heart Could Understand 
The Winds of Change Cannot be Reversed
The moments gone by once
Can Never Be Relived, only Nursed

I Wish I Get a Reason For My Life Again
And Get to Live the Time Spent Together With You 
I Close My Eyes Hoping For the Best 
Maybe it’s in My Dreams that My Wish comes True 

As I Sign off, I Wish to Give One Advice
Live the Time You Have and Live it Today 
Spend Some Time With Yourself, For Yourself 
‘Coz Tomorrow- No One Knows What it Holds in its Sway

In this World of Desires, Let No One’s Wish Remain Unfulfilled
May Joy Prevail, and the Search for a Purpose Remain Fulfilled



Thursday, 6 June 2019

My Review on Movie "BHARAT"

Bharat -



                                             
                                                          Poster picked from: Google

A Movie which i was skeptical about watching, as i had heard so many mixed reviews from various sources.But Somewhere in my Heart I knew this Film is worth watching. Amidst this ongoing battle between thoughts, My son walks in & tells me that I should watch the movie & then decide for myself if it was worth watching or not. I listened to my heart and my son both. Finally i managed to watch BHARAT first thing in the morning today...

The film has its own journey, which is wonderfully portrayed & as an audience one gets connected with it from the beginning, as pre-partition stories are very much alive in everyone's mind, heart & soul, especially for the ones who have lived that era & passed on the stories to their children & grandchildren...

This film's story is not just a normal story or Story of a Nation, it is also a story of HOPE, LOVE, FAMILY, FRIENDSHIP, SACRIFICE & UNITY...

Every actor in this film has done justice to their respective role & showcased their character beautifully... be it Disha Patni,  Ayesha Raza, Kumud Mishra, Jackie Shroff , tabu.
Brijender Kala is awesome as usual. And Sunil Grover's best performance till now. Be it comedy or an emotional scene, he did a great job. Sonali Kulkarni has once again proven her versatility.

Now the hero and the heroine. Both are brilliant. Salman Khan rocks- emotion, humour, action scenes and look- he is the best.
The best scene was of pirates. I never Imagined that an action fight scene can be converted into a complete comedy with fun element of Mr. Amitabh Bachchan being loved by Africans, who acts as a bargaining chip with Pirates & the matter solves peacefully.

A girl can be won by love, not by mere fighting.

You never feel bored for even a single moment in the entire film. One feels like we are living Bharat's life alongside him. The partition scenes brought back memories of my  Mati & Bouji ( My mother and father). They also used to stay in Gujranwala but thankfully they migrated to India before the massacres. I was taken back to the stories my  Beji ( Nani , grandmother )used to tell us about partition- how they left behind their houses, their cattle, even those Muslim friends who were like a family. My aunt's house and her wedding gifts- all were burnt down. Seeing the film, i was genuinely taken back to the past.

Direction & background score both are great. Music for me was just about OK.  'Zinda' song is my favourite. Casting is aptly done.... Film has emotions, humour, entertainment, perfect Masala for audience....Ending was superb with a great message that we should accept change- we should adapt to the newer times. Child actors have performed brilliantly....
In the end I must say that don't search google for reviews to watch movie,  go and make your own opinion and I am sure you will not get disappointed. It is a clean film with wholesome entertainment- fit for a family viewing.

The only thing i dislike about the film was Katrina's hairstyle. Although she has acted very well in this Film, which is one of those very few Performances of her's which we get to see on such rare Occasions. In my view, Curly hair didn't suit her at all. The makers/Hairstylist should have done a better job with her hair.

Overall, In my opinion Bharat is a super duper hit movie. A must Watch!!!

Written by

Madhu Anand Chandhock

( An Actress/ lyricist/Writer/Blogger/Philanthropist  )

Friday, 27 April 2018

Nanu Ki Jaanu, Movie, A Review by Madhu Anand Chandhock








A horror movie generally evokes visuals of an old haveli, or ruins, a white-sari-clad hair-blowing crooning female ghost, eerie sounds from around etc but "Nanu Ki Jaanu" is away from all this. It’s a movie with a difference where horror has been presented with doses of humour.

The film carries a message in the end that i shall refrain from telling as it would be a spoiler. 

In our daily running about to earn a living, many a times we think of going out for dinner or a movie to relax ourselves- if that is so, i assure you to watch Nanu Ki Jaanu- it is a laugh riot. Yes, by the end, you will get a little emotional too, but all in all, it’s a comedy. Horror comedy.

The film has memorable characters, be it the building’s watchman (Ganesh Kumar), or the abusive husband (Sameer Siddique) or the pitiable wife (Aditi Kalkunte). The performance of Manu Rishi (who is also the film’s writer) as one of Abhay’s friend’s is superb. Abhay himself has played a character that is away from his usual and he has done an outstanding job at that. Patralekhaa, who one wishes could have got some more screen time, has played her character quite admirably.

Rajesh Sharma as the father of a single daughter is brilliant! Gifted actors such as Brijendra Kala, who has portrayed the character of a neighbour and as always is first-rate, should have got more screen space. Manoj Pahwa has a guest appearance but as we know, talented actors only need a few minutes to leave their mark.

The songs are good- especially the love song though it could have been shot better. Dhruv Dhalla’s background score is very good! Kashyap Chandhock’s casting is unique and very effective. The actors leave a lasting impression even with their bit roles, such as the watchman’s scene with Abhay asking him for a drink, or his naughty smile, or the Ghost Buster cameo played by Shreya Narayan. Or be it Mahendra Shrivas as the kachoriwala or Himani Shivpuri’s full justice to the role of the mother. Chirag Sethi has done a fair job. The Special kid, played by Spandan Chaturvedi of Tv Serial Udan fame is brilliant .

Faraz Haider’s direction is good; the film keeps you hooked till the end.

Mika’s song, which is quite good and has also been filmed equally well, should have been part of the regular narrative of the story rather than being in the end. I am personally not in favour of the current trend of end credit songs because most people do not stay on to watch it.

The Jagran scene could have been better. The song filmed on Sapna Choudhary was not catchy.

I have seen the film twice and even the second time, i found it as much enjoyable. You should also watch the film at least once; in fact share your own reviews!

All in all, Inbox Pictures "Nanu Ki Jaanu" is a great film. It could have done with slightly greater publicity and promotion. Its direction, dialogue delivery and characters leave the audience in splits! I wish the film a super hit!

 A Review by
    Madhu Anand Chandhock 




Wednesday, 14 March 2018

A family tribute to their lovely Mom & dad who left for their heavenly abode.

A song for our beloved Mati & Bouji,

I can no longer see you with my eyes, touch you with my hands but i will feel you in my heart forever. Always on my mind,forever in my heart.You will always be missed my handsome dad Harbans Lal Anand & my beautiful,caring mom Agyawanti Anand. 

https://youtu.be/V5tVvBCbjEE




https://youtu.be/V5tVvBCbjEE


A Musical tribute to our Mom n dad, Mati & Bouji. No one can ever love you like your parents. Parental love is the only love that is truly selfless, unconditional and forgiving. Those we love never go away ,they walk beside us, everyday unseen, unheard but always near, still loved, still missed and very dear. I know you are listening from the heavens above. There’s nothing that I value more, than your love. No matter where I am or what I am doing, your memories will always keep me smiling. I will always remember the things you have taught me and how much you loved me, Miss you Mati & Bouji . Composer : Sakib Khan Singers : Bhaskar Sakia & Neena Saikia Lyricist : Madhu Anand Chandhock

Special thanks to my siblings :Shakuntla Suri, Ashok Anand, Kishor Anand. Manju Duggal n my Lovely children Chitvan Chandhock Pooja Bajaj Chandhock , Kashyap Chandhock n my cute Kashika Sabarwal for joining me n making it possible.


"जी रहे हैं हम"


ज़िन्दगी कट रही है आपके जाने के बाद भी
जीने में पर अब वो पहली सी बात नहीं
कोई फोन कर सुबहअब रोज जगाता नहीं
"बेटे ठीक है ना तू", कह कोई प्यार लुटाता नहीं

 खा- पी, घूम- फिर सब कर रहे है हम
इस दिल की तड़प , कम कोई कर पाता नहीं
कोई पल ऐसा नहीं जब याद नहीं आते हो
कहाँ चले गए तुम  माँ - बाबा, हर पल याद आते हो

बच्चे मुझे खुश रखने को जी- जान लुटाते है
माँ बाप खोने की तड़प वो भोले कहाँ जान पाते है
लगे जैसे जन्मों से आप है बिछुड़े
आपकी मुस्कान देखने, हर पल हम तरसे

हर उलझन को हमारी, आपने अपना दुःख समझ सुलझाया
दूर रहकर भी हमेशा प्यार अपना हम पर बरसाया
हमारी हर सिसकियों में अपनी आँखों को भिगोया
हर ख़ुशी को हमारी, त्यौहार की तरह मनाया
हमारे माती - बौजी से ज्यादा प्यार फिर कोई दे ना पाया

याद उनकी आते ही क्यों ये आँखे नम हो जाती है
सब कुछ होते हुए भी उनकी कमी नज़र क्यों आती है

मधु चंढोक







Wednesday, 6 September 2017

Addiction (लत)


I guess if there is one thing i can say about 21st century  is that this century is all about flash and no substance..Everything is Digital , nothing but files of invisible data on computers and mindless Zombies on their cellular phones... its sad how because of this digital age, society is ultimately doomed. Nothing is real in this digital age anymore.
 I finally realized it  when i gave my phone for repair that  how much i got addicted to my phone. n then i wrote this poem.
People are prisoners of their Phones  thats why they are called "CELL" Phones


तीन / चार  दिन  से  ज़िन्दगी  जैसे  रुक  सी  गयी  है ,
इंटरनेट  ना  होने  से  नीरस  सी  लग  रही  है 😄
बेज़ान पड़े  फ़ोन  में  नहीं  है  कोई  हलचल ,
मित्रो  संग  गॉसिप  करने  को  मचले  यह  मेरा  मन!
आज जाना मैं whatsapp की कितनी addict हो गयी 
 Internet के  प्यार  में  पड़  मैं  तो  बेबस  हो  गयी  
Facebook बाहें  फैला जैसे  मेरी  wait   कर  रहा  है ,
नयी pics upload करने  को  मन  ललक  रहा  है ! 😄
बुरा  तो  लग  रहा  है  पर रिलैक्स ( relax ) भी फील ( feel) कर  रही  हूँ ,
रातोँ    को  अब  मैं  चैन  की   नींद  सोने  लगी  हूँ !
हर  अगले  पल  फ़ोन  पर , नहीं  आता अब  कोई  नोटिफिकेशन (notification ),
एक  net   बंद  होने  से  चालू  हो  गए  नए  कई ओर फंक्शन (funtion )  !
किसी  ने  क्या  कहा / लिखा , चिंता  नहीं  है  अब ,
घर  के  काम  करने  को ,वक़्त  नहीं  अब  कम !
अपने  पर  भी  थोड़ा  ध्यान   देने  लगी  हूँ ,
सुबह  शाम  रोज  मैं  walking करने  लगी  हूँ 😄
किचन  में  भी  नए  नए  व्यंजन ( dishes ) बन  रहे  है ,
चेहरे  पर  ताजगी  के  फूल  खिल   रहे  है  !
सीखी  नयी  सीख  अपने  इस  अनुभव  से ,
क्यों बन रहे है  गुलाम, हम  इस  टेक्नोलॉजी   ( technology) के !
ना हो  इतना  addict ,किसी  के  मान  लो  मेरी  बात ,
फ़ोन  को   दो  थोड़ा  आराम , बिताओ  कुछ  समय    अपनों  के भी  साथ  😄😄
Written by 
मधु आनंद चंढोक19 th Nov 2015
Time 8 AM
 3/4 din se zindagi jaise ruk si gayi hai,Internet na hone se neeras si lag rahi hai😄
Bejan pade phone mein nahi hai koi halchal,
Mitro sang gossip karne k0 machale yeh mera man!
Aaj jana main whatsapp ki kitni addict Ho gayi,
Internet ke pyar mein pad, main toh bebas Ho gayi !
Facebook baahe phaila, jaise meri wait kar raha hai,
New pics upload karne ko man lalak raha hai 😄
Bura toh lag raha hai par relax bhi feel kar rahi hu,
Raato ko ab main chain ki neend sone lagi hu
Har agle pal phone par nahi aata koi notification 
Ek net band hone se chalu Ho Gaye Naye Kai aur function
Kisi me kya Kaha/likha, chinta nahi hai ab
Ghar ke kaam karne ko, waqt nahi ab kum
Apne par bhi thoda dhayan dene lagi hu,
Subah Shaam roj main walking karne lagi hu😄
Kitchen mein bhi Naye Naye dishes ban rahe hai,
Chehre par tajagi ke naye phul khil rahe hai 
Seekhi nayi seekh Apne Es Anubhav se
Kyon ban rahe gulam humEs technology ke
Na ho itna addict kisi se maan lo meri baat,
Phone ko do thoda aaram, bitao kuch samay apno ke bhi saath 😄😄

Friday, 7 July 2017

Bouji, My hero, My Dad, You will be missed


They say, “The first love of any girl is her father; the only man who would never 
hurt her and always treasure her”, and such was my first love, my Bouji, Harbans 
Lal Anand. Two months ago, on this very day I received the news of his passing 
away
and I have never felt so empty. This is a hollow
ness
 which refuses to go away and how can it, when I have lost my King
-​
the 
human 
being most precious to me in this entire universe.





​Three months ago, on
 22nd April when I left Haridwar, I didn't know that it would be the last time I would be meeting Bouji and seeing him alive again. I travelled to Mumbai in 
the
 hope that I will soon be back to meet my Bouji and will see him fit and fine but on 8th May when I traveled to Haridwar, I 
was in the know that 
my Bouji 
wa​
s no more and 
that
w
​ould
 
never be able to see his face again
;
 w
​ould
 not be able to hear his strong voice again.






Hard fact of Life.
 
But I am sure he can see me and hear my voice from up above in the heaven
s
, protecting 
me 
& caring for me forever. Time makes you realize constantly about the values of our Loved Ones. We need to seize every moment and cherish it for Life. And so, I have captured all lovely moments which I spent 
with my 
father
 before he left us





Bouji, my 
​father, my ​
Dad
-
 I keep thinking about him even though it pains. I still remember some of his cute antics like asking me how many tablets I was giving him everyday. I’d give anything in this world to relive those memories again. I never knew that being fatherless would make me feel so aimless, worthless, powerless,
heartless and helpless at this juncture of my Life. It hurts to think that he is not here anymore. Although I can’t help but smile with tears in my eyes to think of how we cherished each and every moment of our lives together when 
he was
 alive. In the blink of an eye, 
he was
 gone. It's hard to forget someone who gave
​ ​
you so much to remember.




Death changes everything, time changes nothing
​.​
 I still miss the sound of your voice, the wisdom in your advice, the stories of your 
life and just being in your presence. So, TIME changes nothing, 

I will miss you forever, like how the stars miss the sun in the night skies. My mind knows you are in better place where there is no pain, you are at peace, I understand that, I just wish I could explain the same to my Heart. 
I wish Heaven had a phone so I could hear your voice for one last time. I know 
you are showering your Blessings and Shining Light 
up
on all of us from Heaven.

Death: It doesn’t matter whether it has been weeks, months or years – the pain of losing a father will pinch his son or daughter for a lifetime. Anyone who
​ is
 reading this will be able to relate to this fact if they have lost a dad who is so dear to them. 




Death and funerals are one of life’s bitter truths and there is no point in being in 
denial. Today when Bouji is no more, I remember all my beautiful childhood memories, how much he loved & cared for everyone
,​
 
e
specially me
-
 I was always his Bholi (
​t​
he 
​j​
hal
​l​
i girl). At this very moment lying on my Bouji's bed, wearing one of his favourite red t-shirt, I can smell my Bouji, I can feel his 

presence. I remember how much he cared for me and most importantly
​, 
how even today, he is watching down 
up
on us like an angel that he has always been throughout his life.


I have stopped looking at the sky in the night, because destiny has taken away my life’s brightest star. I still get a lot of hugs, but none of them as warm as yours.





Right from the time when you held me in your arms to the day when you saw me off for my first day in school, I am holding today onto those beautiful memories that has made me the person I am. Bouji, you taught me to be strong but sorry I’m letting you down. I can never be strong enough to accept that you are no longer here. I miss you. Death may have taken you away from me, but you’ll forever be my dashing, strong 
​a​
n
​d​
 my life's Hero Dad. Even though you are not in front of my eyes right now, your picture in my heart will always remain beautifully pristine forever. Death took away not just my dad, but also someone who was my unsung hero. 
I won’t immortalize you in the stars, because they fade away. I won’t remember you with a poem, for it will be forgotten one day. I will just keep you safe in my heart, so that you are with me in every way. Your memories have become my heartbeats – which means I am thinking of you all the time just to stay alive. 
A free-spirited person like you can never be proclaimed dead. You may not be around in person but your spirit will live on forever in our hearts. My loss is Heaven’s gain. The best dad doesn’t exist in this world. That’s because he is in Heaven right now. I miss you Bouji and truly relate to my son, 







My elder son Chitvan Chandhock’s words, “Life will never be the same now that our Rockstar Bauji has left us. He was my inspiration, my pillar of strength. I have never known a person as strong and as joyful as my ‘Bauji’. I will miss all those cricket talks and the time that we have spent together. Love you forever...Keep showering your blessings upon us wherever you are. Will always miss you.”



Today, it has been 2 months since I received a call from Bouji’s phone, didn't hear his warm and lovely voice. Bouji is gone forever. It's very difficult to come out of  this grief but I want to thank my family and friends whose words of condolence touched my heart. Hard time reveals true friends who care for you. Condolences are not just an expression of sympathy, they are not just words – they are an expression of true feelings. Thank you for sharing our pain. There are no words in
the world that can make us find comfort, but thank you a lot for trying. Thanks to 
all for praying with us be it on Facebook or sending special messages on my 
phone. A special thanks to those who took the effort to call and those who came to meet me, reminiscing the good things they have learned from our dearest Bouji. Thank you for your sensitivity, compassion and humanity! Our Bouji was our hero and everything to us. Thank you for showing us that we are not alone in 
our grief. It means a lot to us. God bless you all.





Seeing my unbearable grief and pain, my angel, my younger  son Kashyap Chandhock messaged me this "Mom, it is not wrong to love and miss your loved ones, but it is wrong to keep mourning and grieving for them forever. Grief is actually quite SELFISH. When you grieve constantly you make your departed loved ones in the Spirit World miserable to see you so unhappy. In fact, grief creates a barrier and makes it more difficult for them to get close to you and help you. By mourning you retard the growth of the departed soul as you are not allowing them to do their work. They will be worried about you and will be unable to concentrate on doing their work in the spirit world." “I know it will be difficult for you but be strong mom. Accept that loss is a basic part of our life cycle. Whatever is born must die. Whatever grows must decay. These are universal laws. We tend to forget that these physical bodies are mortal. Everything we see around us will one​ ​day decay and cease to be. That includes all plants, animals, people, buildings, cities,the planet earth, the sun and even the galaxy. Everything in the physical universe is temporary. When this fact is understood, and accepted, we will begin to seek other, inner sources of security and happiness.The worst sight in the world is seeing you cry. I can understand that it is hard to lose someone who meant everything to you and you just can't live without them But you have to be strong mom You are our strength. Be happy n keep smiling Maaa. Bouji's blessings are always with you."






So now onwards we will cherish all happy moments that we have created with our Bouji
​.​




When your beautiful heart stopped beating, my heart just broke in two.
Knowing that here on Earth, there will never be another like you.
Missing you comes in waves, today I am drowning. The worst type of crying is the
silent one. The one when everyone is asleep. The one where you feel it in your 

throat and your eyes becomes blurry from the tears. The one where you just want to scream. The one where you have to hold your breath and grab your stomach to keep quiet. The one where you can't breathe anymore. The one when you realize that the person who meant the most to you is gone. 



Missing you Bouji each day, every day, all the time. I was never ready for you to leave. Half of my heart lives in heaven because my Mati n Bouji are there.
On 30 th December 2007 we lost our Mati, our beautiful mom n this year this day ,on 8 th may 2017 , we lost our Bouji too. It is Strange how life takes people down different paths but return them to each other after years have passed. They are together again up in their heavenly abode and I am left alone here , it's good knowing in your heart that they are together again and looking down on us ,constantly sending their blessings which I feel time and again. If you have parents on earth, spend time with them and share all your feelings with them before it is too late. I would give anything for one more day. Miss you Mati Bouji



Signing off
Madhu anand Chandhock