Friday, September 27, 2013

Whatever will be .... will be ...




5..4..3..2..1

She has been crossing  out the dates and counting the days on the calendar since the month began.
Tomorrow will be her birthday . 10th one to be precise.  
Ever since she can remember, her birthday was the best day. It was the day she was treated like the princess. All attention was showered on her.  All the phone calls came for her.  
She will be the one in new colourful birthday dress at the school assembly … 
It will be her name that will be as called out and everyone would sang 'Happy Birthday to you'
She would carry a bag full of chocolates for all her friends ... 

Her pretty pink frock was for the evening ,
Her friends would come over for the party in the evening…
  
Will my mama gift me the barbie doll ?
Will I get lots of gifts from my friends ?
Will I  look pretty in the pink frock ? 

Ah … whatever will be will be …  

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5,….4….,3….,2….,1…..

She has been mentally crossing out the dates on the calendar since the engagement.

Tommorrow she will get married.

Hope, anxiety, trepidation, happiness, sadness and a countless other mixture of unfathomable emotions are churning out the insides of her heart.

The wedding guests are all over the place, there is frantic activity all around, her parents, relatives, friends,  the groom and his family are all there. 
There is gaiety and celebrations all around.  
Everyone seems to be busy.

But she is lost.  She has nothing to do but she is restless. 
The beginning of a new chapter in her life. 

Will I be happy
Will I be cared  
Will I  be loved

Ah… Whatever will be will be …

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5…....4…....3…....2…....1…....

She has been crossing out the months ever since the doctor confirmed the test.   
A few more weeks of discomfort, heaviness and restlessness and she will be a mother.

It is not all that bad.  With the first trimester, her incessant morning sickness had ceased.          
Her bump was all too evident by the time it was the sixth month. 
She has grown big and heavy. The soccer champion inside seems to be hyperactive all the time.

In a few weeks she will attain motherhood. She cannot wait for the day to arrive.

Will it be painful,
Will I be strong ,
Will it be a boy ,
Will it be a girl …

Ah…Whatever will be … will be …

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5……......4…….......3…….......2…….......1…….......

She has been crossing out the years to retirement. 

I will quit my job after I deliver my baby …   
I will quit after the Home loans are paid off.
I will retire after the children are in college …

She has been saying this for years now …

And finally here it was .. her official retirement age was just round the corner …

She was not exactly looking forward to it … but was making plans.

Life after retirement .... 

Will it be boring …  
Will it be depressing
Will it be relaxing
Will it be enriching

Ah...Whatever will be will be …

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5……..........4……..........3……..........2……...........1………

She had been counting since the tests revealed the malignant tumour …

Months, days, hours, minutes and even the seconds when the pain became intolerable.

Terminal illness .. 4th stage, the doctor told her family.

They could have let her know. But instead they tried to cheer her up.
All in vain.   As though she could not see through their eyes.

Or maybe she herself saw it coming.

When ? .. how? … why ? 
She did not know.

Will it be quick …
Will it be sudden…
Will it be painful …
Will it be peaceful …


Ah...Whatever will be… will be …

The Future is not for us to see …

Ke sera sera …        
   

Dedicated to the four generation of women, who counted years, months, days, minutes and seconds .. each expecting something different at different stages in their lives.

We all look to the future. 
That magical future where we pin our hopes, expectations, dreams and fears.  

Real life is NOW.  This moment .
Enjoy the moment and live your life.

Whatever will be … will be …
The future is not for us to see…    


    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

2 comments:

  1. Nice Post !!
    And whatever you have said is really true !
    Loved that pic with paatti in it :)
    Reminded me of mine too, though she wasn't clad in a madisar all the time :-)

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  2. Very beautiful post. 4 generations in one frame! wow.

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