Father’s Day 2024 Special Messages To Fathers Ft INKZOID FOUNDATION were written by Mayaa SH, Aditi Sidhu, Tushar Kiran Moodgal, Ruchi Rachit Singla, Sujoyita Pal and Gunwanti Harish Thanvi and the founder of INKZOID FOUNDATION, Durlav Sarkar took this initiative because he believes that each and every father is important in this world because they are the support system of their respective families and this is also a tribute to his own father, Late Goutam Sarkar from INKZOID FOUNDATION.
•Mayaa SH
DEAR FATHER
A little bird came and perched on a branch
And as she smiled against an ebony silhouette, Gifts of kindness breezed onto a glance
To where the time and happiness met.
You took your hands and nurtured her with care
As your smiled along your way,
With snippets that poured a fervent prayer
Like sunbeams that illuminated her way.
The little bird kept singing her favourite hymn
And leaned onto the soft bark,
Before the evening sky grew dim
She took a flight into the dark.
Yet, the next day she flew back again
And perched on the highest crown,
Chasing down a memory lane
To always see you around.
~Mayaa
ABOUT MAYAA SH
Mayaa SH is a name synonymous with Women Empowerment and her Ideology of “Vichaar” that she has lived by .Indian literature is enriched by the voices of remarkable women authors who have contributed to empowering women and addressing social issues through their writing. In this article, we will introduce you to an influential Indian women author Mayaa SH whose works resonates with themes of women empowerment, gender equality, and societal change.
Mayaa’s commitment to activism and her fearless advocacy for women’s rights makes her an important figure in contemporary Indian literature. As amongst the first in the corporate industry as a black belt six Sigma certified Mayaa spearheaded a nationwide project ok “Training Effectiveness” in the organisations. Through her self help books , short stories,articles and essays, Mayaa breathes into the lives of Indian women, exploring themes of cultural displacement, assimilation, and the clash between tradition and modernity. Her World Record winning books have highlighted the challenges faced by women as they navigate between two cultures. Mayaa SH’s ideology has pierced assertively into the themes of identity, exile, and the effects of globalization.
Popularly known as Mayaa Tai ,Lady Karl Marx and Pushpa Of The East ,Mayaa SH’s journey has made significant contributions to literature and has served as a catalyst for women’s empowerment through her powerful narratives.
Mayaa SH continues to be the trailblazer in contemporary literature and in campaigning extensively for women rights across the globe ,this, paving the way for future generations of women writers and activists. Her ideology serves as a testament to the transformative power of literature and role of feminism in contemporary literature in driving social change.
•Aditi Sidhu
Aditi Sidhu has etched her name in history as Punjab’s youngest author, setting a remarkable world record. With an indomitable spirit, she continues to forge ahead, captivating readers with her literary prowess and remarkable psychic abilities. Her latest book, “I Wish I Could Predict,” stands as a testament to her creativity and dedication, a heartfelt tribute to her father.
Beyond her literary achievements, Aditi possesses extraordinary psychic powers, offering glimpses into the future with uncanny accuracy. Her ability to foresee events and guide others has earned her admiration and respect. Yet, amidst her remarkable talents, Aditi remains grounded, embodying humility and grace.
Aditi’s journey is one of ambition and resilience, driven by her unwavering determination to pursue her dreams. As she navigates the world of literature and psychic phenomena, she also assumes the role of her father in her family, demonstrating maturity and strength beyond her years.
Her books, “Hypnotising Universe” and “I Wish I Could Predict,” have garnered widespread acclaim, touching the hearts of thousands with their depth and insight. Aditi’s influence extends far beyond the pages of her books, inspiring youth across Punjab and beyond to embrace their talents and pursue their aspirations with courage and conviction.
In Aditi Sidhu, Punjab finds not only a gifted author but also a beacon of inspiration and hope for future generations. Her journey serves as a reminder of the boundless potential that lies within each individual, waiting to be unleashed with passion and perseverance.
मन है उदास , और आँखें नम है
आप साथ नहीं हो मेरे ,
यह सचाई , या मेरा भ्रम है ?
आपके हौंसले और ताक़त से
ज़िंदगी जीना आया है मुझे ,
आप बोलो दुनिया को ,
क्या आपकी बेटी किसी से कम है ?
हर कदम , आपके नक़्शे कदम पर ,
जो दिखाया उस राह पर चलूँगी
हमेशा था और हर जनम रहेगा ,
आपका नाम , हमेशा क़ायम रखूँगी।
अभी अमान को तो सिर्फ़ देखा ही था ,
अभी तो उड़ान मैंने भरनी थी ।
इतनी जल्दी भी ज़िम्मेदारियों में बड़ी नहीं होना था ,
अभी तो और शरारतें करनी थी ।
मेरी एक किताब ही तो आयी थी
अभी तो और किताबें पढ़नी थी ।
कभी सोचा नहीं ज़िंदगी में
मुझे अकेले लड़ाई लड़नी थी ।
इतनी जल्दी भी बड़ी नहीं होना था मुझे
अभी तो और शरारतें करनी थी ।
Happy Father’s Day to my lovely papa Mr. Vinod kumar Sidhu forever in our hearts.
There are many unspoken things I want to tell you, there were many things yet to learn from you, And promise me to get enough time and meet someday, somewhere, in some other world, in other parallel universe, in some other life or in heaven.
Your darling daughter
Aditi Sidhu
•Tushar Kiran Moodgal
FROM AFAR – ODE TO MY FATHER
On this day, I celebrate a man so dear,
A man with a charisma of a hundred stars shining through,
With love and care, he touched every heart,
My precious father, this ode is for you.
A lionheart, in this age of simps and cowards you stood apart,
The manliest of man, in the face of tribulations you stood tall,
A towering beacon of stoic strength,
Who lifted me up whenever I would fall.
We disagreed, our thoughts would often clash,
Yet in your heart, my best interests did dwell,
You celebrated my wins, both small and brash,
And lifted me from the depths where I fell.
A lover of poetry, you opened the door,
Introducing Frost, Keats, and Wordsworth’s verse,
Though I resisted, you persisted more,
And now, their words in my soul immerse.
You wrote in Hindi, verses that would bleed,
Touching the depths of every reader’s core,
I wondered why you never chose to heed,
English’s call, but you had reasons more.
You believed that expressing in one’s tongue,
With heartfelt emotions, pure and sincere,
Makes poetry authentic, truly sung,
Thus in Hindi’s embrace, your words would appear.
Languages flowed through you like a steady stream,
English, Dzongkha, Urdu, Bengali, Punjabi’s grace,
Weaving fragments, as if in a dream,
A master of tongues, a linguist’s trace.
Heavy Metal filled my musical stride,
While you adored Ghazals, Mukesh and Kishore’s rhymes,
And thus music united us, despite our divide,
So what if palletes differed, thats just fine.
Raaj Kumar, your adored actor on the screen,
Your spirits kindred, like lion’s noble breed,
Cricket, a passion that fueled your dream,
From legends past to new stars’ daring deed.
You shared stories of triumphs gone by,
The ’83 World Cup, tales of glory untold,
Of Amarnath’s heroics and Kapil Dev’s high,
A bond through cricket, forever to hold.
But on that cursed April morn, fate dealt its heavy blow,
Your physical presence slipped beyond my reach,
No more laughter or counsel to convey,
No more the godly affection, no wise words to preach.
My world torn asunder, vibrant hues swallowed by gray,
As you quietly departed without a sign,
No more laughter or counsel to convey,
A haunting void, nature’s cruel design.
Yet precious dad, your spirit still does glow, as memories endure,
Your words and wisdom, a flame in my heart,
I shall honour your legacy, keep it pure,
Your dreams shall live through me, never to depart.
In these words, I find solace,
‘When forgotten, is the time a man truly dies’,
I’ll ensure your memory is a cherished embrace,
In me, your spirit shall forever reside.
And thus, on this day, I say,
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy, till we meet again,
I’ll carry your love, guiding my way,
Your blessings shining bright, through all my suns and rains.
For now, accept my wishes from afar,
Till our souls meet again in realms unknown,
Your love and blessings would guide me like a shinning star,
In this dead of night you will never leave me alone.
For when we remember those we hold dear,
Their spirits shine bright, forever alive,
I’ll keep your flame ablaze, crystal clear,
With every breath, your memory will thrive.
Farewell, for now, oh dearest father mine,
Until we meet again, beyond the sky,
I shall remember your love, the most sacred sign,
And in my heart your spirit shall roar, free and alive.
– Tushar Kiran Moodgal
•Ruchi Rachit Singla
कहती थी पापा आप से दूर न जाउंगी मैं,
पर अब इतनी दूर हूँ की मिलने को हूँ तरसती मैं!!
नहीं भूलती आपके कंधे पर बैठ कर सैर करना,
नहीं है वह मजा अब चाहे,
महंगी महंगी कार मैं भी हो बैठना!!
आपकी लाड़ली पहले खेलती थी आंगन मैं,
अब उसकी आंगन के लिए तरसती मैं!!
बीते जो दिन आपके साथ,
वैसा निस्वार्थ प्यार और सम्मान नहीं है
कही पर!!
हर बात सुनी जाती थी,
अब सुनता न कोई और सिर्फ बातें बतायी है जाती!!
पापा बड़े याद आते हो तुम,
सोचती हूँ क्यों बड़ी हो गयी मैं!!
पापा के आगे बिन बोले फरमाइश होती थी पूरी,
अब फरमाइश नहीं,
सिर्फ जरूरते ही होती है पूरी!!
पापा ही है जिन्होंने कभी भी,
किसी बात को ना नहीं बोला,
अब तो मुश्किल से किसी भी,
बात पर हाँ है होता!!
पापा बड़े याद आते हो तुम,
सोचती हूँ क्यों बड़ी हो गयी मैं!!
काश हर किसी ने आँका होता मुझे ,
जैसे आपने आँका,
अब हो हर किसी को समझाना पड़ता है अपने आप को!!
आपकी परी, घर का हीरा थी मैं,
पर अब मैं हर जगह सिर्फ पराई!!
बचपन की यादें अब भी ला देती है मुस्कराहट,
न टपकने दिया कभी भी आंखों से पानी,
अब सुख गया वह नीर,
क्यूंकि अब न है कोई भी उसे पहोंचने वाला !!
पापा तुम मुझे बहुत याद आते हो,
सोचती हूँ, क्यों बड़ी हो गयी मैं!!
जरा सी तकलीफ होती थी मुझे,
घबरा आप जाते थे,
अब तो कुछ होता है मुझे,
तो जाता है बोला,
क्यों रही हो घबरा,
कैसे कहो नहीं है पास मेरे,
मुझे मुझ से भी ज्यादा समझने वाले मेरे पापा!!
पापा तुम बहुत याद आते हो!!
आपने सदा ही प्यार से है बोला,
अब उन्ही मीठी बातों को हूँ तरसती,
कान है मेरे तरसते सुंनने को प्यार भरी बातें!!
मैंने जो भी बनाया ,
चाहे हो उसमें कितनी भी कमी,
आपने कभी जताया ही नहीं,
हमेशा बोला आज भर पेट,
खाना है खाया,
बेटी तूने खाना इतना,
बढ़िया जो बनाया!!
पापा आप बड़े याद आते हो,
सोचती हूँ क्यों बड़ी हो गयी मैं,
आपकी छाया हूँ मैं,
फिर क्यों आपसे ही दूर हो गयी मैं!!
•Sujoyita Pal
Father’s Day is a cherished occasion dedicated to honoring paternal bonds and celebrating the profound influence fathers have in our lives. It’s a day to express gratitude for their love, guidance, and unwavering support. Each year, families come together to pay tribute to fathers, grandfathers, and father figures who have played pivotal roles.
To me my father is a winner. He is a struggler. I want to follow his rules , his dedication and his winning strategy. I want to feel proud him because of mine. He achieves fame doing too much struggle. My father always motivates me, encourages me, sometimes he knows my wishes my undone problems. He understands why I cry, and the hidden reasons behind my crying.Every father is a superhero to his children
The essence of Father’s Day lies in its ability to highlight the uniqueness of paternal relationships. It’s a time to reflect on shared memories, lessons learned, and the values passed down through generations. From heartfelt conversations to playful moments, fathers enrich our lives in countless ways.
Blessings abound on Father’s Day, expressed through thoughtful gestures, heartfelt messages, and acts of kindness. Whether it’s a simple “thank you” or a grand celebration, the day is a reminder of the enduring bond between fathers and their loved ones. It’s an opportunity to celebrate fatherhood’s joys, challenges, and the profound impact fathers have on shaping our identities and futures.
I want to convey my regards to my father that always stay healthy, stay calm, and stay focused on your goal. Stay cool minded like as usual you are. Always be a problem solver person. Stay always besides me as you are with me. I want to learn from you that how to keep calm and focused. First of all I will be a boss or owner of my set up like yours. Always Keep Shining and keep establishing yourself like an Autumnal SKY.
•Gunwanti Harish Thanvi
Not everyone is lucky to receive the love of Father.
I was 8days when I lost him, he didn’t saw me nor I did, but still his absence makes a very big difference in my life. When you need father’s love and care, and in that phase of life everything turns colourless.
Ruk si gai thi zindagi, sab kuch badal sa gaya tha, apke jane se papa, yeh dil marr sa gaya tha.
But I am the luckiest person, as I have the most amazing Mother. A person who knows each and everything even if I don’t express it.
I know that father’s love is important but you are lucky when you receive both MOTHER’S and FATHER’S love from one human being.
I love you MAA and PAPA
THANK YOU MUMMY FOR EVERYTHING YOU DID FOR US. WE ARE GREATFUL THAT YOU ARE WITH US
Apke kadmo ki aahat se jaan jaate hai apko, Maa hum apki parchai banna chahte hai, apki muskurahat ke liye jeete hai, jo ho gar aansu hum bhi rone lagte hai.