Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Gallery Infinity - www.galleryinfinity.com

For all the money I spent on gifting friends "showpieces" and "wall hangings" I think I should have been thinking of giving them original artwork. Something no one else in this world would have.

Do visit our brand new online art gallery.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

When God made dad he made something no man could explain.


I knew her even before I saw her eyes and I felt her before I touched her skin. I prayed for her even before I knew what she wanted, I reached out to drink when she hiccupped inside of me, I sat straight giving her more space to tumble and move, I looked for tiny prints of her fingers as she stretched. Even as her heart beat inside of me nine months were too long to wait to see the most precious gift I was about to receive. I believe I did what I did because she was too close to feel detached too much a part of me to feel anything different.

As I think of this what amazes me is a journey of becoming a father . I watched, He waited patiently till he could feel her move. Only had to imagine how she would be by the stories I would tell. Didn't mind waking up midnights to feel mild movement claimed as kicks. Bought the tiniest thing that would keep her warm, read every line in a baby product, just to make sure there was nothing harmful. All in anticipation of that little helpless princess in his hands.
Finally the day comes with all its regular worries and also comes this unexplainable silver lining - The baby, Our baby
New parents spend sleepless nights, mamma has to but dad does it too. Dad sleeps almost at the edge of the bed to give maximum space to the tiniest being on the bed - consciously and subconsciously. As a mom I feel proud to see her dad wake up in the night feeling cold, first thing he does is pull the comforter on the baby.
He hears her scream and says "ah! that scream is because something she wants is out of her reach" nothing to worry!; and is just is that way. Calls between work to find out of she has eaten and slept well. Drives the car alone in the front seat for years just because baby has to be behind and baby won't sit alone. His heart melts to hear her say "dadda" and little extra honey in the milk or play a little longer at the park or she can simply ask for the moon after that. His eyes will look for even embroidery on my shirt while I carry her..wondering if it would leave an impression on her face. Noisy toys, sound of slurp .. messy houses is all okay - its after all a playground of his little one (was a spotless house once).

How many more things there are that I could write on forever!. All I know that God made a mom in his image because every baby deserves to be loved. It comes naturally to her. What amazes me is the love of a dad..a journey of pure love, a role that is a true calling.

A beautifully knitted life came out of me but an envelope of love with a promise to protect that came out of his – For life.


"This is for my daughter Jiah to read when she grows up to know how much she is loved from the day we knew she existed."

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Jiah Michelle



Our Jiah - Day 2
Day 1

Monday, January 4, 2010

Peek-a-boo says tigger




Dad, Aasif and Steve (my Brother)..getting the baby room ready :)

Final Outcome



I love it!

Monday, December 14, 2009

I see you..




Friday, November 13, 2009

A choice

I read it somewhere and thought it was great - I dont know who the author is but I know that we all get opportunities like this in our lives. A motivating story to remind us not to let it slip away untouched.
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection..
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the
plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!