sunkan
June 25th, 2011, 05:44 AM
The pleasure of being served.
I find in many places there is no shortage of money or style of living still we find
People longing to be pampered, to be served like hot dosas being served to you
Or hot hot paranthas being brought to you, may be this innermost feeling leads one to go
To a restaurant only to find the taste of food is not to one’s liking and if only this could
Be done with the masala of my choice and given to me it would be great….
While leaving for pune I got exposed to this particular aspect that people expected a lot out of me
And when my mother insisted I get some pickles done from the mangoes that were
Hanging on the tree and my aunt insisted I bake a cake for her which she has brought ready
To make pack, small little trivial things and they wanted I finish it for them…
This made me think that they have already started to miss me around; they had taken me for granted
For many years that all these things I was doing on a daily basis.
When I hear my mother now after two months asking for some lemon pickle, which my sister has done but is hesitant that she may compare her’s with mine, I told her to just go ahead and serve people would Love anything served with love….
Sometime this very serving sends guilt among people who are enjoying and how would I repay you, kind
Some are very possessive to hear that their aunt or mother is doing all stuff for one of the sibling and
What is there for you after all you are nicely sitting and enjoying, I wonder why this statement when I have been doing this with all and they failed to notice…
The pleasure of being served with a hot cuppa on a rainy day or the afternoons is any day pleasure
That too with some crispies one just looks forward to these, the same pleasure is never there outside
the home, but we just run behind seeking these outside….
So I do wish I could land up in every friend’s home or relative home but god please give me good health so I just make them sit down and help them to do all their favorites and mine too and watch the pleasure they have in their eyes the longing to be served is in all and let me pray I get the chance to serve all…..sunkan
I find in many places there is no shortage of money or style of living still we find
People longing to be pampered, to be served like hot dosas being served to you
Or hot hot paranthas being brought to you, may be this innermost feeling leads one to go
To a restaurant only to find the taste of food is not to one’s liking and if only this could
Be done with the masala of my choice and given to me it would be great….
While leaving for pune I got exposed to this particular aspect that people expected a lot out of me
And when my mother insisted I get some pickles done from the mangoes that were
Hanging on the tree and my aunt insisted I bake a cake for her which she has brought ready
To make pack, small little trivial things and they wanted I finish it for them…
This made me think that they have already started to miss me around; they had taken me for granted
For many years that all these things I was doing on a daily basis.
When I hear my mother now after two months asking for some lemon pickle, which my sister has done but is hesitant that she may compare her’s with mine, I told her to just go ahead and serve people would Love anything served with love….
Sometime this very serving sends guilt among people who are enjoying and how would I repay you, kind
Some are very possessive to hear that their aunt or mother is doing all stuff for one of the sibling and
What is there for you after all you are nicely sitting and enjoying, I wonder why this statement when I have been doing this with all and they failed to notice…
The pleasure of being served with a hot cuppa on a rainy day or the afternoons is any day pleasure
That too with some crispies one just looks forward to these, the same pleasure is never there outside
the home, but we just run behind seeking these outside….
So I do wish I could land up in every friend’s home or relative home but god please give me good health so I just make them sit down and help them to do all their favorites and mine too and watch the pleasure they have in their eyes the longing to be served is in all and let me pray I get the chance to serve all…..sunkan