A DAD’S SPEECH AT HIS DAUGHTER’S WEDDING

A DAD’S SPEECH AT HIS DAUGHTER’S WEDDING

I thought I would start my speech by addressing you as the “new” family of my daughter. But I think it would be inappropriate because now that she is married, you are “the family” for her. Believe me; I don’t have a problem with that. I, in fact, want my daughter to have “you” as her priority now. Its time for us to take a backseat in her life. We would happily accept it but would surely request one thing- please keep her happy!

I am more than sure that you will keep her very happy. She will perhaps be happier than what she used to be here. But like all fathers, I obsess over my daughter’s happiness which is making me say this over and over again- please keep her happy!

She never was and will never be a burden for me. She is in fact the reason why I breathe and smile. I am getting her married because this is what the law of nature demands. I am helpless in the face of our culture and therefore sending her to your home. She was the happiness of my home and will now light up your home. I am giving my world to you. Please make sure it remains beautiful. I am giving away my princess to you. Please make sure she stays as a queen. I have raised her with my sweat and blood and now she is wonderfully perfect. For all the care, love, beauty and warmth my daughter will bring into your lives, I just want her happiness in return—please keep her happy!

If at times you think that my daughter has said or done something wrong, feel free to scold her. But handle her with love. She is very fragile. If at times she feels low, be with her. She just needs a little bit of your attention. If at times she feels sick, show her some care. It’s the medicine that works best for her. If at times she fails to fulfill a responsibility, feel free to chastise her. But empathize with her. She is still learning. Do understand her—please keep her happy!

I don’t mind if I don’t get to see her for months. I don’t mind if I am not able to talk to her on a daily basis. I would be more than happy if she doesn’t remember me much. But, my only motive in life has been my daughter’s happiness which is now in your hands. I beg you, please keep her happy.

Dear son-in-law, these words may not mean much to you now but if you are lucky enough to father a daughter someday, you will appreciate them better when you will find every beat of your heart shouting – “please keep her happy”!

— Dedicated to all fathers

NAILS IN THE WALL

NAILS IN THE WALL

Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.
(Most importantly the last sentence)

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.
His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper,he must hammer a nail into the back of the wall.
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the wall.
Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.
He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the wall.
Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his
temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the wall.
He said, ‘You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the wall.
The wall will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.
Once you hurt ur loved ones It won’t matter how many times you say I’m sorry, the wound will still be there.
A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.
Remember that friends and family are very rare jewels indeed.
They make you smile and encourage you to succeed;
They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends how much you care.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND, YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED!
Now send this to every friend you have.!! And to your family (they need to know that you love them too)

Missing:-

Missing:-
The greatest frustration happens
when you are alone…..
Missing that person like anything…..
Cell phone in your hand….
Number at your fingertips…
Passed on to the screen….
But….
Still knowing that the green button
should not be pressed bcoz you have
just lost the rights over that
person…

Doctored by Destiny – A Father’s Poem

Doctored by Destiny – A Father’s Poem

The day he laid his eyes on you when you were born, he knew he would love you for the rest of his life. How he could not? You always had the whole of his heart.

The first man you ever truly loved too, your hero, your all. He carried you around in the warmth of his arms, held your pudgy fingers, taught you how to walk. But you grew up too fast, outgrew his lap faster than he thought.

Come 8th grade, your eyes met with that of a boy. A moment of instant recognition, you felt a twinkle, and even a little flutter. But he vanished in a flicker. Years later, doctored by destiny and operated by chance, a radiology exam stitched your fate with his, threads entwined.

Doctors to be, you were both diagnosed with love and the stars aligned. Your fairytale began to unravel, your happily-ever-after loomed in the horizon. But for one man, it wasn’t all flowers and spring.

Daddy’s little princess, you may have found your prince, but what about your king, the one you’re leaving behind? You’re standing at the altar with the man of your dreams, but what about your number One man, the one that reminisces the way he held his baby girl tight and swung her in the air when she was five. He used to sing you lullabies until you fell asleep and now he’s reciting poetry he wrote for you at your wedding day, knowing he’s giving his world away.

He may amass all the wealth there is in this world, but when a king separates from his princess, he is almost always left with nothing at all. Not even the whole of his heart.

“DOCTORED BY DESTINY” featuring Somya and Abhishek is a tribute by The Wedding Story to all the fathers out there who have had to give their little princesses away, who were torn by ambivalence – camouflaging the stinging pain of parting while dancing away at their daughter’s wedding and wishing her a better life, who have had to succumb to frivolous societal conventions and come to terms with the heartache, knowing the voice of their girl that once filled their walls with laughter will now only be heard in echoes, for she will soon belong to another, a new home with new walls that would now adorn her laughter, the one that the old ones would so terribly miss.

This goes out to every father, who with an encompassing hug and a parting kiss on her forehead has achingly bid adieu to his girl saying “Goodbye my Child, may the Gods bless you with all the happiness in the world”.

But daddy’s little princess, how will he ever fill the emptiness you leave behind? How will he ever?

Sachin Tendulkar – Wedding Story

Sachin Tendulkar was batting for the last time. An earth-shattering match, in the history of cricket. When the God bats for one last time, you DO NOT, DO NOT tell a cricket buff to go see a girl for marriage when he wouldn’t even steer his eyes away had you arranged a date for him with Megan Fox. No can do my love.

Other side of the pavilion, when the lady of our match, Pooja hears about him, she instinctively does what we all covertly do – stalks him on Facebook. What she sees – fiasco! Never in a million years is she marrying this guy, ever. Uh Oh! Wrong start…

But you didn’t think that’s how the match was going to end, did you? Sister destiny had a very different proposition in mind.

The first time he saw her, Vishal was bowled away. Before he had clearly seen her face, she bent down to touch his mother’s feet and as she lifted herself up, she brushed aside the cascading waves of hair covering her face in a poetic, breezy stroke. The time in Vishal’s Sachin-Tendulkar-obsessed brain took a rain check and forgot to move on. His heart skipped a beat as he felt an undeniable connection to this ‘match’.

At that very instant, she saw him for the first time. But she was confused. This wasn’t guy she’d stalked and turned down that very instant. Fake profile, had to be! Because he wasn’t someone she was going to turn down, not with the way he made laugh until her stomach hurt and definitely not with the way he could talk to her about everything under the sun and invariably hold her fancy. He was interesting. He was quirky. He was fun. She was shy and he complemented her well. He was someone she could let her guards down with and talk endlessly, as they did for the rest of their first meeting.

Over the next few months, he spoke in a language of love that only she was tutored to understand. Stars aligned as the conversations got more profound and that’s the story of how he met her – a ‘match’ made in heaven.