Monday, February 22, 2010

On vacation, almost...

The smell of holidays is in the air, a long overdue one! It's six l-o-n-g moths of working, photography, traveling assignments, scriptwriting, mingling with friends and overnight parties, almost all that you can think of, but this time it's going to be 12 days of holiday with my family. I'm going to see my mom, wife and my son, now 6 months old! Perhaps this thought of seeing my child after a gap of 6 months making this holiday so special, sure he forgot my face by now. But its going to be truly interesting to see how he behaves and how I take his naughty moments. For some unknown reason, few lines from 'The Prophet' is coming in my mind:

"Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable."

-- Kahlil Gibran, on children

I wish to remember these lines for life, and nothing much for now. I just wish to spend quality time in this vacation.

Business, see ya later.

1 comment:

  1. Fantastic dear...keep the spirit of literary creation burning in you. Special THANKS for recalling Gibran's immortal lines in mind. Great stuff.