#2: Encomium

Encomium: a formal expression of high praise

Who doesn't enjoy the beauty of nature? The morning skies in its shades of baby blue, with a whole lot of cotton-fluff clouds, the sight of a river flowing seamlessly, it's surface rippling with the tiniest of turbulences caused by the strong currents, the smell of damp vegetation, the sweet, shrill songs of the birds, or the ink-black night skies, peppered with stars twinkling like diamonds, just out of our reach...

Why talk about nature alone when there is mom's cooking to smell and taste? The delicious flavours and fragrances taking over all the senses? Or even dad's rendition of old classics? Hearing his handsome voice glide effortlessly over all the nuances of classical music, comprehending the amount of joy in him when he sings? Or the physical altercations with my elder brother? The silly, stupid fights? The warm, tender hugs?

I am extremely grateful to God for blessing me into a family with such beautiful people. Although, at times, I get extremely upset at Him for bringing me into this family (I am a very emotional person as far as family is involved), I have to say that it is His and only His will alone that I am my parents' son and my brother's brother. And for that will alone, I prostrate myself before him.

My father, my mother and my brother, the three people in my life that are the most respected, admired, loved of all. They have made me who I am, as of today. Everything I am is only because of their love, their blood, their sweat, their tears. And so is everything that I will be. I have made a lot of mistakes in my life, and I have let my family down several times. And they have forgiven me. Every time I've done something wrong, they have pulled me back on to my feet and encouraged me to go on. If only there was a way that I could express my gratitude and love for them....

This post is a tribute. To my Gods. "Matha, Pitha, Guru, Deivam" goes the adage. Mother, father and teachers are equal to God. And my father, my mother and my brother are my most important teachers.

I love you daddy, mommy & cheta.....

P.S. This post is a tribute from all children to their parents and siblings....