Sweet Child of Mine

The other day when one of my friends saw this photo as wallpaper on my mobile he at once asked, Can you still hold your daughter in your arms? How old is she?  I was startled at the question but without second thoughts I replied “Yes of course! She is only 5 years old, hardly 18 Kg”. He smiled and we carried on.

As a matter of practice, I recall all the events of the day just before going to sleep just to ensure whether I did something wrong during the day and improve, and to remember the best thing that happened to me during the day and be grateful for that. So while browsing through all the memories of that day, I recalled this little conversation I had with my friend. And just when I thought about it, I was reminded of a story, a story of a young boy aged about 10 years. It goes like this.

This boy, so young, restless and fearless, was playing under the summer sun with his neighbourhood friends. The game was ‘langdi tang’ wherein a child has to catch other children on one leg, the other leg not touching the ground. It was decided that Chhotu, Mr. Harish Chauhan, would catch at least 5 children in Langdi Tang and whoever gets caught first would be the next langda boy. Everybody started running, as if for their lives, and so did this young boy. During the chase, one of the boys while keeping himself away from the langda boy unintentionally pushed this young boy and suddenly he fell into a deep ditch and down and down he kept on falling. At rock bottom, his head had hit the sharp edge of a small rock lying on the ditch. Within minutes the boy was lying in a pool of blood. All the children started screaming for help. Suddenly, a man came running, jumped down to the ditch and picked this young boy. He was still bleeding profusely. Minutes later, this boy’s father came panicking, he emptied the bottle of dettol all over his head but the bleeding won’t stop. His father picked him up on his shoulders and started uphill for the hospital which was about 4 Kms from the house. Other neighbourers also accompanied, all offering to carry the boy for some time but his father speechless, expressionless and relentless carried on. The boy could see the stains of his blood on the way as he was taken to the hospital. He was gradually losing consciousness, the faces were getting blurred, but he could sense his mother crying constantly with hands folded praying for the little boy’s life. Half way to the hospital the boy fell unconscious. Blackout. The boy finally regained consciousness in a few hours, he was in a hospital bed surrounded by his parents, relatives and neighbourers. He overheard his mother telling someone who had just come to see the boy “…the doctor said his skull was broken and divided in two, doctors had to fix it with appx. 20 stitches and that given the amount of blood which has drained, had you reached 5 minutes late, the boy would have been dead!!!”. A life was saved…by the same person who brought him to life, his father.

If my friend was amazed to see me holding Manya in my arms, imagine that Man carrying a 10 year old boy to hospital uphill for 4 Kms! This is how a father should be, like a Hero. I really really wish I can live up to be a strong, brave, protective, heroic father to Manya as that strong man in the above story. I am sure, the kind of love I have for Manya in my heart, I will be able to take care of my little angel emotionally and physically at all times. And on her wedding day, I will pick her up in my arms and carry her to her groom.

It is customary on my blog to close it with a song. Accordingly, a song for all fathers out there:

She's got a smile that it seems to me,

reminds me of childhood memories,

where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky,

Now and then when I see her face,

she takes me away to that special place,

and if I stared too long,

I'd probably break down and cry,

Sweet child of mine,

Sweet love of mine.

She's got eyes of the bluest skies,

as if they thought of rain,

I hate to look into those eyes,

and see an ounce of pain,

Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place,

where as a child I'd hide,

and pray for the thunder and the rain,

to quietly pass me by,

Sweet child of mine,

Sweet love of mine.

By the way, the brave man in the above story happens to be my father and today happens to be his birthday and the young boy in the story happens to be,

Yours Truly,

Munish

                                                               Happy Birthday Papa. Proud of you J

Manya Turns Four

This is a translation of Gulzar’s poetry with minor modifications:

I didn’t see time come

I didn’t see time go

I didn’t see time passing by

I didn’t see any divine face discard it

But I saw time

collect in one place;

May be it tiptoed from dreams

But when it came

Even the thoughts didn’t notice.

I saw the colour in the eyes

Deepen like the sunset

I kissed it

But I didn’t recognize it.

I think I heard it in lisping words;

I saw my baby

Wrapped in silken threads

I had no idea

It was time wrapped there.

I searched for it

In the growing fingernails,

In toys,

In books,

I had no idea it was time written there.

I didn’t see time come

I didn’t see time go

I didn’t even see it passing by

But I saw time collect in one place

Today Manya has turned Four.

Munish.

Heaven didn't wait

We can shed tears that he has gone,
Or we can smile that he lives with us,
We can close our eyes and pray that he rests in peace,
Or we can open our eyes and see all he has left.

Dear Mane Sir,

                      Nothing that I say or do will bring you back.....You will be deeply missed. There is a void and I am numb.

May your soul rest in peace.

Best Regards,
Munish.

Heaven Can Wait

           When you are in service, you will always see a Boss ‘above’ you. You may rise up to the Top most position of the company and still see a Boss above you in the form of a Director, Promoter, Minister etc. But in the rarest of the circumstances you will see a Boss who is ‘with’ you. Such was the persona of Shri  Subhash Mane (DGM, IDBI Bank) who happened to be my Boss in CMS, Nariman Point.

            I was pleasantly surprised to know such a youthful, compassionate and understanding Boss. With due respect to all my present and past bosses,  I have no hitch in labelling him as my Best Boss till date. Mane Sir was is a perfect man but he had a problem that most of us face, the English language!!!  But he made sure that he always talked in English and sometimes it would transliterate to funny/ double meanings. He would say “I have to fast walk from the seat as somebody is outstanding for him” !!! When we asked “Sir where do you go after the lunch”, he would say..”I walk round the clock” (he meant round the campus of the building). Till the day he was relieved from CMS, he would give approvals as “appruved“ . He said anything that came to his mind and we inferred. He was always cracking jokes in the office but when it came to work he was very professional. He would not let go of a single deal. During his 1 year tenure as Regional Head, CMS-West, we bagged the largest Dividend Deal of the industry ‘Reliance Industries Limited’ beating HDFC Bank and many other Banks in the race. Later, we also got the mandate from Central Railways for Mumbai and Pune Region and many other large Corporates. Was he lucky? May be he was, but I think more than lucky, he was a very positive person, he always perceived everything as an opportunity. I have never done sales in my career so far but I do understand what it takes to convince a company (not individual) to do business with us. Most of the clients were mesmerised by his simplicity. Also, his positivity and hilarious nature brought cheers to every member of the CMS team. Unfortunately, he received a transfer order to Satara suddenly. The roller coaster ended, the thrill was gone. Each one of the team members was emotional during his farewell, I had tears in my eyes and one of my colleagues Mr Manoj Nayak actually cried. He is travelling to Pune tomorrow to see Mane Sir.

             I distinctly recall, one day when I gave the reason for my absence as sickness, he instantly said “Munish, I am in 50 and I have not 1 sick leave all my career, you must good healthcare at this age”. Sadly, he had to consume all the balance of his sick leaves in one go. The person who was once so full of life is these days struggling with cancer at Ruby Hospital, Pune. He and those who have known him would never have imagined that a minor cramp in his feet would develop to cancer someday. He is on ventilator in ICU, not able to speak or recognise anyone. I spoke to his wife today. She said “Beta, we need your prayers to bring him back to life”. I choked.

            ….Guys, people like him are rare. We need him with us. Heaven can wait. Request you all to pray for him even if you don’t know him. No donations, contributions required. Just your honest prayers.

By Meatlof...

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young

May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young

                         

Yours Truly,

Munish.

Guns n` Roses

Hey Friends,


News ! News ! News ! I have been transferred to Corporate Strategy and Planning Deptt., courtesy this blog . Sounds Strange haan . Here`s the story : Our CSPD had notified vacancies for editorial team of IDBI Bank`s esteemed House Journal Shree Vayam . They were looking for creative people preferably those who write their own blogs . I decided to give it a shot and fortunately I was shortlisted for interview . Then I pondered deeply over the proposed profile and I decided against it . Though I was desperately looking for a different profile but I wanted more exposure in Banking . My heart can wait for creative jobs  . So, I regretfully refused to appear for interview saying that there is so much I have to learn about banking that I may decline, rather postpone, my desire for creative works . Then I got a call suggesting me to appear for interview and that I may be offered a profile in Banking only . I appeared and luckily got through . Most of the questions were about my present profile and some on Banking . Fortunately and thankfully , the interview panel had read this little blog of mine so it was also the topic of some part of the discussion . Mr. Edwin Fernandes, General Manager , IDBI Bank, also the Chief Editor of Shree Vayam and Chairperson of the Interview Panel asked me why don`t I take up societal issues . I said I have titled my blog as " Me, Myself & My Life " so I am usually writing about myself but I will surely take up other issues in my upcoming posts . Yes I should indeed .  I was later detailed about the proposed profile . It sounded challenging, I gladly gave my consent and orders folowed later . So, time now to move on to IDBI Tower at Cuffe Parade . I am doubly exxcited about this new assignment . First and the most important , I get  to work with a team of policy makers of IDBI Bank . Second, at IDBI Tower we get Breakfast, 3 Course Lunch and Snacks in the evening, further there is a library, a gym , sports and so many other facilities .  I had never imagined that my this hobby will be a boon for me .  Thanks to Blogspot ,I got it  .


But yesterday`s terror attacks in Mumbai have ruined all the thrill and excitement . I really fail to understand if the fight of the terrorists is with the Govt. then why are they targetting innocent people in the name of God  ????? What wrong have they done to you ???? Why don`t you shoot these f***** ministers who are playing with the motherland ??? What are your demands exactly ????? Come out you motherf****** !!!  I have some questions to the lame duck Prime Minister : Why was Kasab not shot in the encounter or later ????  Why are we still feeding him while he is mocking at our system ????? How do you justify the cost in maintaining him ??? Why did you attack harmless Ramdev and his supporters in the night ???? Why is our security mechanism so weak ??? What is your PoA to prevent such terror attacks ???? When will you speak up and justify your position as PM ???? People are now doubting that you are a Sardar . Come`on , Mr. Manmohan Singh, get out of the lap of Sonia and do something to protect this beautiful country you are heading .


There is no song in my heart today . Just these lines, in Red :


Laa raha hai laash koi lahoo mein bhar ke saamne,
Kis kadar khaufnaak manzar hai nazar ke saamne,


Kya tamaasha bana rakha hai Kasab ne adaalat ko,
Kuchh nahi hai aur sab kuchh hai nazar ke saamne


Ramdev desh ko kya se kya bana deta magar,
Kiski chalti hai Sonia ke hunar ke saamne,


Kyun Naadano par chhup ke vaar karte ho buzdilon,
Haunsla hai kuchh toh aa jao nazar ke saamne


Iss nazar ko aur nazaron ki tamanna nahi " Munish"
Kya kya na dekha hai tumne is nazar ke saamne .




Munish.

Meet The Bhardwajs

People are usually more interested in Masala. They may not find goody-goody things about anyone interesting but this is my blog and I will use this space in any manner I may think fit . I have captioned my blog as “ Me, Myself and My Life ” . Meet the Bhardwajs without whom me, myself and my life is incomplete .

My Parents : My Father, Shri Anil Bhardwaj, is in a senior position in a Bank in Shimla . Apparently he is a strict boss in office with 60 odd BHs reporting to him, cheuffer driven car ..but his colleagues and subordinates might be surprised to know that Papa is indeed a thorough Gentleman and a very humble person at home . Unlike others he is too family oriented who loves to spend most of his time with his family . Papa follows just one rule at Home - no rules . So we would just go mad when we used to be with Papa . He never put any restrictions at all on playing , on gossiping and on watching TV .  Papa has always been my childhood Hero . Papa always played with us during our childhood and we loved some of his self-invented games and pranks , I still use some of them on Manya ( Like aate-baate, main toh…) He used to attend all our Parent Teacher meetings invariably . He would always encourage me to excel in studies and also pursue my passions for sports and music  . I always thought that Papa had a special affection for me which is why he had kept so many nicknames for me ( at least 7 ) and I loved all of them . Papa is very fond of cooking so on Sundays he would always cook something special for all of us . Ohh I miss his Kadi and Rajmah soo much ! Papa has always been more like a friend than a father to us . Ever since I can remember , Papa has slapped me only once and that too because I had slapped my sister . So like a filmy scene there was Thaad - Thaad back to back and I was stunned for 5 minutes or so and I realised that you may portray yourself as angry young man but never forget tumahara bhi  Baap Hai . All said n done Papa remains the most humble and loving person I have ever known. Papa you are the Best !! Coming now to Mummy, my Mummy, Smt Bhuvneshwari Bhardwaj,  is a Gazetted Officer in The High Court of Himachal Pradesh and we feel priviledged to be her family . I regret to note ( and against my wish ) we have misused her position quite often like not paying at Toll Plazas, breaking the lines at important places where names matter, breaking traffic rules and not paying any fine/challan !!! At Home , she is soooo sweet and caring like all Mummys are . People tell me that I resemble my mother a lot . I think my character also resembles that of her. My way of talking is much the same like Mummy. I fall short of words sometimes and most of the times I would use "ye" and " wo" confusing the listener to the core ! I am also of forgetful nature like she is . Many times she has done blunders with Papa`s important documents and our certificates/offer letters/officail correspondence but according to her she had kept them "sambhaal ke " . So while handing over our certificates we used to politely request Mummy : Mummy "  Inn certificates ko sambhal ke mat rakhna please !!! " As I said she is very caring about all of us like all other Mummys usually are but there is one distinctive trait about her that I would like to highlight . I don`t know how this happens or what sixth sense or what amount of love Mummy holds for me in her heart but Whenever I am sick or in trouble I get a call from Mummy immediately asking me whether I am fine as she had sensed that something`s wrong with me ! This is magical ! More than that this is her love and care for me . Mummy is so sweet that she breaks to tears at the drop of a hat . She would cry while watching any emotional scene in TV or Films . Strangely she started crying at the Vidai of Bhabhi and Nidhi as well (whether she was crying for Bahus` or Dulha`s remains a mystery ) I know Mummy will be crying all through reading this post .

 My Brother and Bhabhi : Er. Amit Bhardwaj , Anu , is heading HP circle of Videocon Telecom and most of us in the family are quite surprised at his achievement because he was never serious in studies to achieve this feat but we all are very happy for him .  Anu-Manu were the famous duo brothers in the neighbourhood, another one comprising of Three Arora brothers  and our parents were strictly against all of us grouping together . When together we played a lot outdoors be it the famous gully cricket, pitthu, badminton, kanche ( glass marbles ), table tennis and later video games apart from running and jumping all around the hills, pelting stones on fruits hanging with the trees and all the stupid activities that made absolutely no sense .  All this madness continued till we entered our teens .  Gradually as we grew our distance grew as well with both of us joining different group of friends as also the schools of thought .  Through all these years we have never expressed how much we love each other but deep down we know we do have affection for each other as brothers . It would be very cheap of me to highlight our sacrifices but yes we have risked our lives and careers for each other. We have this silent care and concern for each other in our hearts and this will continue in future as well. Anu has also kept a nickname for me which of course I will not disclose here. My Bhabhi is a science teacher in a school where I have studied right from Nursery till 12th Standard , Dayanand Public School, Shimla . With the advent of Bhabhi in our family there`s one thing that changed the most. We became disciplined ! We know we are not well cultured and sophisticated but we can act . So we started having dinner on the dinner table, no more fights for a particular seat in the car, teasy nick names reduced to standard nick names, no rush for the toilet and bathroom, deciding menu in just 15 minutes, no fight for the remote and so forth .  All this continued for about 6 months and then we came back to our form . Can`t control it  . Besides being very intelligent Bhabhi is a lady of substance . She takes all decisions very prudently and sticks to her ideals no matter what . I have to thank Bhabhi for one big reason : she has tamed Anu,  the most Junglee member of our family . She is strict at times towards Anu and children but that`s Okay she knows her job as a mother .  Bhabhi has a very wide network  all over mostly because of her social nature and partly because thousands of students have studied at our school regard her , many hundreds took tutions from her then their parents . We normally avoid walking with her in Mall Road , Shimla because almost every third person knows her . We have to just smile and stand still till their milaap is over . They have two sweet kids Anvesha and Ashmit . Anvesha ( Gogu,5 ) looks like a doll and Ashmit ( Gogla,2 ) is very naughty . Check their snaps .

   Myself and Nidhi :  Ab khud ki kya tareef karun J  . But I have something to say about Nidhi . Nidhi is the only non Himachali member of our family. She is from Patiala, Punjab . Nidhi lost her mother when she was 18 and her younger brother and sister were not even grown enough to realize the loss . She has almost brought up the kids and took good care of all the household chores at such a young age . When I was informed about all this I had become comfortably numb . But I knew I loved her before I met her . It is needless to mention that Nidhi is a family oriented girl with strong values and I have already explained sacrifice of her career for my sake but there is one more thing about her : may be it is in Punjabi culture but I have not noticed this of late anywhere. She calls me as “Ji” ! and never lets me help her in Kitchen  . In my 5 years with her I have made tea only 5 or 6 times and that too when she was sick or away . I really feel blessed to be her Husband and it is my constant endeavor to give her as much happiness as I can in my capacity . You all know that we have a beautiful daughter Manya and we both love her like crazy . She has given a new meaning and purpose to our lives .  Nidhi calls her Mithu ( Alike Nidhi , woh bass bolte huye mishri si ghol deti hai ) and I fondly call her my “ Gugla ” . Hence, after Anu, Manu and Binu next generation Bhardwajs are Gogu, Gugla and Gogla J

  My Sister and Jijaji : Mrs. Chanchal Bhardwaj ( now Chanchal Sharma ) aka Binu is my mirror image . By looks and by behaviour she is much the same like me .  In her early years, Binu was like a sweet little princess and each one us literally fought just to hold her in our arms . She has been brought up and pampered as a princess only . ( Also refer the slap episode narrated above )  She is very sweet, sensible and full of character .  I have shared the most wonderful and most memorable moments of my childhood with Binu . We have had so much fun together at home,  playing carom for hours, video games , making fun of guests , playing pranks on neighbours , chit chatting till late nights ( and Mummy yelling at us in the background ) , playing, singing and recording songs together . Binu  has been the dress designer of all of us at home . When everyone else is complementing you and feigning affection , Binu will be the first to criticize you when you least expect it. This is what makes her so special . I have never cried so much in my entire life as I did in her “ Vidai ” . She is now happily married to Mr. Anupam Sharma , a high ranked  PCS equivalent officer in Govt of HP . Anupam Ji, as I call him , is perhaps the most disciplined and gracious spouse among all three of us . He is a man of values and ethics . He likes things to be planned and systematic , does not tolerate mess and carelessness towards anything including health . His unflexible  adherence to food habits, vajrasan after dinner , wisdom about monetary decisions and strict punctuality of daily routines makes him a very wise and disciplined person . I am sure he must have got the shock of his life when he would have realized how “ Junglee” all of us are .  Now he is an integral part of our extended family so much so that we all consult him while taking major decisions . I am glad for Binu that she has got such a caring partner with no vices at all . May God Bless Both of them  .

 So  these are the Bhardwajs , very emotional yet strong at heart . We all cry a lot when we meet each other after a long time .  We have seen relationships falling apart , friends turning foes, accidents , financial crisis and prosperity , we have been through it all and still we are one . I am proud to be part of such a sweet family .

I have tampered this song by Westlife  :

Hello Anu  , my brother and my friend

We've played together till we were eleven or ten

Together we've climbed hills and trees

Learned of love and ABCs

Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees

Hello Anu it's hard to die

When all the birds are singing in the sky

Now that spring is in the air

There are brothers everywhere

Think of me and I'll be there

We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun

But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time

 Hello Papa you are the Best,

I have seen and known the rest ,

Mummy you always  prayed for me

 And all of us in the family

You tried to teach us right from wrong

Too much books and too much song

Wonder how I got along

Hello Papa Mummy it's hard to die

When all the birds are singing in the sky

Now that the spring is in the air

Little children everywhere

When you see them we'll be there

We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun

But the books and the song like the seasons have all gone

We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun

But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone

Hello Binu my little one

You gave me love and helped me find the sun

And every time that I was down

You would always come around

And get my feet back on the ground

Hello Binu it's hard to die

When all the birds are singing in the sky

Now that the spring is in the air

With the flowers everywhere

I wish that we could both be there

We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun

But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time

We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun

But the books and the song like the seasons have all gone

We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun

I am,

Manu.

Ye Kahan Aa Gaye Hum

Hello my Friends we meet again, it`s been a while where should we begin...( It`s a Creed song ! Gawd this music fever !!! ) . Hmm...I will speak on music and movies in this post...

My heart is deeply saddened to see the changing face of our society . New generation kids have no ethics and virtues at all . Primary reason for this increasing population of spoilt children is our Film and Television industry . MTV is no longer a Music television. It plays more beeps than music and the music itself is full of garbage. “ Saala “ is a hit word in today`s music . I am advocating Karma on this blog and they are singing “ Saale Karma is a Beep “ ( Shor in the City ). Bhaag D. K.Bose ( Delhi Belly ) is topping the charts for no rhyme or reason . Forked tongues in bitter mouths can a drive a man to bleed out from inside . Where are those melodies, where are Nadeem Shravans , Kumar Sanus, Udit Narayans, Where are we going ? I came across this joke on my cell the other day . Would like to share with you :

A mom ask her elder kid to xplain diwali 2 his bro-

eldr kid- So luk, dis dude had,
lyk a big kul kingdm n ppl lykd him.

but his step mom
ws kinda bitch n she forcd her hubby 2 send dis Ram 2 sum jungle or sumthing.

As he ws goin fr 14yrs, so his wife n bro got along..(U knw just 2 chill)

Bt dude forest was real scary shit, really man.
N was full of devil n shit lyk dat,

bt dis dude kild dem wid arrows..

Bt den sum bad gangsta jerk- Ravan pickd up his babe..

& Dis Dude n his bro got pissd off..
So dey got an army of monkys..dnt ask hw..

Attackd dem,got d babe n returnd home.

Ppl thot atleast dey deserv sumthng..

As Dey had no bars or clubs or smoke stuff..
So dey lit lamps..
N this is hw it all started..

The day is not far when this joke will  become a reality . I might wear designer clothes, Keep upto the latest gadgets, pretend to look cool and display lots of attitude but deep down I am a very simple man with a strong foundation of human values .

Despite my deliberate attempts to avoid watching 7 Khoon Maaf since the day it was released , I knew one day I will succumb to my detached temptations . Tata Sky was playing it on Showcase , I decided to face the movie . As expected the movie brought with it so much negative energies right from the first scene .  I am an ardent lover of Gulzar`s poetry but he has also disappointed me in this movie . No song of the movie is “ poetic “ in this sense of the word and the poetry narrated  in the movie is highly demoralising . Gulzar writes for a scene :

Ek roz kabhi yoon hoga,

Hamko thoda sukoon hoga,

Na dil me who kashish hogi,

Na sar pe who junoon hoga

I think it is this Junoon ( the fire within us ) that is keeping us alive ,Well I am sure for myself. I am still chasing dreams and the day I find that I have lost that spark within me I will be a dead man .Similarly the dialogues of the film are very much disturbing which may charge up a destructive mind . In a scene She says “ Once in a lifetime every woman plans how to get rid of her husband for ever “ ( Translated ).  I was terribly shocked to hear that dialogue and immediately I  thought of asking Nidhi whether she had ever planned to kill me ! but I did not have this temerity because if I did ask her this question she would have killed me then and there J .  Sussana ( Priyanka Chopra )  is looking for a perfect man but she fails to realises that nobody is perfect unless you fall in love with them and she goes on a killing spree without a warning and a regret . Wrong title and it`s inappropriate justification. I strongly condemn it . One question to all married ladies. Do you agree with Sussana ??? Say it isn`t so .

I am so much moved by Bon Jovi`s songs that sometimes I think every word of his songs relates to me somehow somewhere . I often  make Nidhi listen to my passionate performance on his songs and make her believe what I want her to believe . Thank you Nidhi for loving me at all times.  You know how much I love you and how poor I am with words . Nidhi, you are a darling ! When I say that I love you more than yesterday but always less than tomorrow I mean it .  Below Bon Jovi song is for you :

It's hard for me to say the things
I want to say sometimes
There's no one here but you and me
And that broken old street light

Lock the doors
We'll leave the world outside
All I've got to give to you
Are these five words when I

Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes when I couldn't see
For Parting my lips when I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me

I never knew I had a dream
Until that dream was you
When I look into your eyes
The sky's a different blue

Cross my heart
I wear no disguise
If I tried, you'd make believe
That you believed my lies

Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes when I couldn't see
For parting my lips when I couldn't breathe

You pick me up when I fall down
You ring the bell before they count me out
If I was drowning you would part the sea
And risk your own life to rescue me, yeah

Thank you for loving me

When I couldn't fly
Oh, you gave me wings
You parted my lips when I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me

We completed 5 years of our marriage on 2^nd June`2011 , still going strong .

I remain,

Yours Truly,`

Munish.