Mrs Gupta first observed Swarna sitting alone on the bench, she stopped in front of her and asked if she can join her for a while. Swarna nodded with a sweet smile, which was her second nature but Mrs. Gupta was a little surprised this time. She knew Swarna was a very brave girl but has not expected this much mental strength either.
She was in love with a person very deeply. That person Tushar lived in Mumbai, they have met only twice, and their friendship was completely through internet and phone calls, which lasted for hours. He came down to her city and they met only twice. Swarna fell in love with him when she first saw him because she found every thing in him which she was looking for in life and spouse. But unfortunately he felt the other way round and became cold and distant after returning back to his place.
His calls stopped, and mails became infrequent, in her blind obsession she failed to notice these things. Then he picked up a quarrel and disappeared for three months.
She tried to patch up and when he responded after three months she observed that his way of talking, voice has changed a little, when she queried he told her he has changed the handset.
Their friendship resumed a little bit of old pace but he remained aloof when it came to next step. The person who was obsessed with her all of a sudden started to act like a flirt.
A year went by like that, then she came to know from a person of that town, who has accidentally joined her office and knew Tushar, she came to know from him that the guy who introduced himself was not Tushar, he was his cousin from Swarna’s town. Tushar liked Swarna a lot but he was married, and he has hidden that fact from her.
He was married to a woman with huge bank balance but evil temper, he had two children. He loved her but used to hide his friends from her because she was over possessive and made a fuss about these things, even if the friends lived in far away places like USA or England.
He asked his cousin to meet her and certified her as a good girl, he did not liked her much so he talked with Tushar and backed off. Unfortunately Tushar’s wife got the hint of the entire episode and forced his husband to hand over the sim card to her. She promptly gave it away to her family telling them the entire story. Her father gave the card to his chauffer branding swarna as a corrupt woman chasing a married man.
He impersonated as Tushar, which was not very tough for him, and incidentally his voice resembled his quite a lot, and kept on making fun of her with his friends for all these months.
Her colleague spilled the beans to Tushar and he retrieved and blocked the SIM card after apologising to Swarna, but their friendship ended then and there. His cousin also called her up and apologised for the entire episode and offered his help if needed.
Swarna smiled at Mrs. Gupta and said, “You know aunty, every coin has its flip side and flop side, its true I loved Tushar with all my heart, but I am happy that I have been brought up with strong values.”
“If I had lost my values during that meeting with his cousin I would have lost every thing. I don’t believe that if you lose one love your life is stopped there.”
“Love varies from people to people, there are people who love only once, there are people who cant love at all, and there are people who keep on loving till they meet their ideal match and settle down with that person. I think I belong to the last category.”
“As for feeling humilliated for this episode, I think Tushar’s family acted as per their taste. Tushar did only one thing wrong he would have told me that he is married. But this episode did not splattered a single drop of ink on my soul. Because I always keep my conscience clean and keep my faith on God and his justice. Do wrong and you will be soon reaping what you sowed. You cant hide three things for long time sun, moon and truth.”
Mrs. Gupta softly placed her hand on hers, and thought inside, how we can learn from some one so younger in age, if only we keep our mind open.
A gentle breeze started to blow in the park, bringing with it fragrance of flowers and ripe fruits.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Komal
Shubham was married at a very young age, according to traditions his parent’s made the choice, he only saw her once formally before marriage and got married. His wife Rani had nothing in common with him, actually they were as different as two sides of a coin. Shubham was a very soft speaking, gentle person, whereas Rani was fiery tempered. Shubham was very serious and Rani was of a fleety nature. Rani was coquettish, she wanted to enjoy the life to the core, even at the cost of causing other’s pain and shubham was of a reserved nature, he believed in values and principles.
They had a baby daughter, Komal. Shubham was dragging his marital life with Rani just because of Komal. He knew she only wanted his money, he knew that she was infidel, but he knew that if they separate he might have to lose Komal.
One day Shubham came back from office and saw that Rani has left him and Komal, she only left a note that she is feeling suffocated with life, has found some one who matches her wavelength, hence she is leaving him on her free will, as her fiancé is not ready to accept Komal she has no choice but to leave her with Shubham, finally the letter said her lawyer will contact him.
Shubham was shell shocked but some how relieved, all the pain he felt was of embarrassment, even though Rani has decamped with all her belongings, he some how did not regretted that, he tried to handle his embarrassment by becoming more and more silent. Wherever he went he used to either hear murmurs or imagined that he was hearing. He was silent by nature, and this embarrassment made him even more silent and withdrawn. All his attention revolved around his work and Komal. There was only one relief, due to Rani’s outgoing nature Komal was more attached to her father and ayah than Rani, hence Shubham and her ayah easily tackled her.
A couple of months later, one day when he was coming down by lift somebody tapped him on the shoulder and he turned back to see Sikta, his college friend, who he knew was madly in love with him but he was not, and they remained friend for a long time, then he married Rani and Sikta slowly moved away.
Next few months passed like dream, with every passing day Shubham could see that Sikta had all the qualities which Rani could never have, and started to regret deep within that he had this intelligence in college, to distinguish between genuineness and coquettishness. They became inseparable friends again.
Rani has in the meantime started the divorce procedure and Shubham asked for right on Komal, Rani granted her permission. It was during these days Sikta first saw Komal, and to Shubham’s utter joy they clicked right on the first day and soon they became inseparable.
They used to meet everyday, Sikta was unmarried, she used to drop in Shubham’s home every day to be with Komal and him. Her love for him was growing again, and Shubham has deeply fallen in love with her, but could not dare to propose her thinking that she will think that he wants a mother for her daughter.
One day when Sikta came she saw that Komal was having high temperature, that night that baby clinged to her as if she was her biological mother. She spent the night there, and in the morning when Shubham asked her if he will drop her to her office and she said she has taken a week’s leave and will leave after Komal is alright.
In the night when Shubham returned Sikta asked him to sit beside Komal and went to the next room to call her family, all of a sudden Komal woke up and started to call her mother, Shubham tried his best to console her, all of a sudden Sikta entered the room and seeing her Komal instantly stopped and started to pout at her, Sikta came there and took Komal from Shubham’s arm with a sheepish smile, Shubham realized that Komal was looking for Sikta not Rani.
He went to the next room to hide his tears. A few minutes later he felt some one touching his shoulder and turned to face Sikta.
They had a baby daughter, Komal. Shubham was dragging his marital life with Rani just because of Komal. He knew she only wanted his money, he knew that she was infidel, but he knew that if they separate he might have to lose Komal.
One day Shubham came back from office and saw that Rani has left him and Komal, she only left a note that she is feeling suffocated with life, has found some one who matches her wavelength, hence she is leaving him on her free will, as her fiancé is not ready to accept Komal she has no choice but to leave her with Shubham, finally the letter said her lawyer will contact him.
Shubham was shell shocked but some how relieved, all the pain he felt was of embarrassment, even though Rani has decamped with all her belongings, he some how did not regretted that, he tried to handle his embarrassment by becoming more and more silent. Wherever he went he used to either hear murmurs or imagined that he was hearing. He was silent by nature, and this embarrassment made him even more silent and withdrawn. All his attention revolved around his work and Komal. There was only one relief, due to Rani’s outgoing nature Komal was more attached to her father and ayah than Rani, hence Shubham and her ayah easily tackled her.
A couple of months later, one day when he was coming down by lift somebody tapped him on the shoulder and he turned back to see Sikta, his college friend, who he knew was madly in love with him but he was not, and they remained friend for a long time, then he married Rani and Sikta slowly moved away.
Next few months passed like dream, with every passing day Shubham could see that Sikta had all the qualities which Rani could never have, and started to regret deep within that he had this intelligence in college, to distinguish between genuineness and coquettishness. They became inseparable friends again.
Rani has in the meantime started the divorce procedure and Shubham asked for right on Komal, Rani granted her permission. It was during these days Sikta first saw Komal, and to Shubham’s utter joy they clicked right on the first day and soon they became inseparable.
They used to meet everyday, Sikta was unmarried, she used to drop in Shubham’s home every day to be with Komal and him. Her love for him was growing again, and Shubham has deeply fallen in love with her, but could not dare to propose her thinking that she will think that he wants a mother for her daughter.
One day when Sikta came she saw that Komal was having high temperature, that night that baby clinged to her as if she was her biological mother. She spent the night there, and in the morning when Shubham asked her if he will drop her to her office and she said she has taken a week’s leave and will leave after Komal is alright.
In the night when Shubham returned Sikta asked him to sit beside Komal and went to the next room to call her family, all of a sudden Komal woke up and started to call her mother, Shubham tried his best to console her, all of a sudden Sikta entered the room and seeing her Komal instantly stopped and started to pout at her, Sikta came there and took Komal from Shubham’s arm with a sheepish smile, Shubham realized that Komal was looking for Sikta not Rani.
He went to the next room to hide his tears. A few minutes later he felt some one touching his shoulder and turned to face Sikta.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Haters
A Woman's Heart should be so hidden in Christ that a Man should have to Seek Him first to find Her;
- Maya Angelou
Hater/ By Maya Angelou
A hater is someone who is jealous and envious and spends all their time trying to make you look small so they can look tall.
They are very negative people to say the least. Nothing is ever good enough!
When you make your mark, you will always attract some haters...
That's why you have to be careful with whom you share your blessings and your dreams, because some folk can't handle seeing you blessed...
It's dangerous to be like somebody else... If God wanted you to be like somebody else, He would have given you what He gave them! Right?
You never know what people have gone through to get what they have...
The problem I have with haters is that they see my glory, but they don't know my story...
If the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, you can rest assured that the water bill is higher there too!
We've all got some haters among us!
Some people envy you because you can:
a) Have a relationship with God
b) Light up a room when you walk in
c) Start your own business
d) Tell a man / woman to hit the curb(if he
/ she isn't about the right thing)
e) Raise your children without both parents
being in the home
Haters can't stand to see you happy.
Haters will never want to see you succeed.
Most of our haters are people who are supposed to be
on our side.
How do you handle your undercover haters?
You can handle these haters by:
1. Knowing who you are & who your true friends are
*(VERY IMPORTANT!!)
2. Having a purpose to your life: Purpose does not mean having a job. You can have a job and still be unfulfilled.
A purpose is having a clear sense of what God has called you to be.
Your purpose is not defined by what others think about you.
3. By remembering what you have is by divine prerogative and not human manipulation.
Fulfill your dreams! You only have one life to live...when its your time to leave this earth, you 'want' to be able to say, 'I've lived my life and fulfilled 'my' dreams,... Now I'm ready to go HOME!
When God gives you favor, you can tell your haters, 'Don't look at me...Look at Who is in charge of me...'
Pass this to all of your family & friends who you know are
not hating on you including the person who sent it to you.
If you don't get it back, maybe you called somebody out!
Don't worry about it, it's not your problem, it's theirs..
Just pray for them, that their life can be as fulfilled as
yours! Watch out for Haters...BUT most of all don't become
a HATER!
- Maya Angelou
Hater/ By Maya Angelou
A hater is someone who is jealous and envious and spends all their time trying to make you look small so they can look tall.
They are very negative people to say the least. Nothing is ever good enough!
When you make your mark, you will always attract some haters...
That's why you have to be careful with whom you share your blessings and your dreams, because some folk can't handle seeing you blessed...
It's dangerous to be like somebody else... If God wanted you to be like somebody else, He would have given you what He gave them! Right?
You never know what people have gone through to get what they have...
The problem I have with haters is that they see my glory, but they don't know my story...
If the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, you can rest assured that the water bill is higher there too!
We've all got some haters among us!
Some people envy you because you can:
a) Have a relationship with God
b) Light up a room when you walk in
c) Start your own business
d) Tell a man / woman to hit the curb(if he
/ she isn't about the right thing)
e) Raise your children without both parents
being in the home
Haters can't stand to see you happy.
Haters will never want to see you succeed.
Most of our haters are people who are supposed to be
on our side.
How do you handle your undercover haters?
You can handle these haters by:
1. Knowing who you are & who your true friends are
*(VERY IMPORTANT!!)
2. Having a purpose to your life: Purpose does not mean having a job. You can have a job and still be unfulfilled.
A purpose is having a clear sense of what God has called you to be.
Your purpose is not defined by what others think about you.
3. By remembering what you have is by divine prerogative and not human manipulation.
Fulfill your dreams! You only have one life to live...when its your time to leave this earth, you 'want' to be able to say, 'I've lived my life and fulfilled 'my' dreams,... Now I'm ready to go HOME!
When God gives you favor, you can tell your haters, 'Don't look at me...Look at Who is in charge of me...'
Pass this to all of your family & friends who you know are
not hating on you including the person who sent it to you.
If you don't get it back, maybe you called somebody out!
Don't worry about it, it's not your problem, it's theirs..
Just pray for them, that their life can be as fulfilled as
yours! Watch out for Haters...BUT most of all don't become
a HATER!
Solitude and loneliness
People love to make this mistake, they confuse between loneliness and solitude, single and lonely, silent and sad. The list is never ending.
People often make a misconception that the people who live with themselves mostly, creating a blank space around them, which is penetrable yet non penetrable at the same time are unhappy or depressed. It’s the one of the biggest misconception any one can make in case of judgment.
I am one of these person, who love to spend long time on my own, simply not interacting with any one, I love to be on my own, listening to music, reading, watching movies on computer or surfing the cyberland. I always loved observing others but from a distance and without interfering in their affairs. During my school and college life I used to sit in a seat from where I was not visible to any one, and used to watch people walking on the street, they never felt the irritation of being watched, and I loved to see them in their natural way. Or in get togethers my role was more of a spectator enjoying the show.
Till now I don’t join in festivities like bursting crackers or pandal hopping, instead of that I love to watch those who are doing it, playing with crackers, colours or all decked up and dancing with joy.
People often form a misconception that I don’t mix with people because I think I am superior than them, a fact which I just cant make them understand that I know I am like every body else, but I love to watch people from a distance, I don’t like to mingle with some one until and unless he or she forces himself or herself into my space or I see some thing interesting in them. I rather love to play the role of audience, to watch the wheel turning.
In general I prefer just to watch and listen, not talk. That does not means I am homophobic or depressed. That means I am at peace with myself and the world. Sometimes those who think otherwise and try to tear my cocoon and get too cozy are the only one who get stinged, because I guess I am over protective of my solitude, of that blank space around me.
I really wonder every time I sting some one if it is really my fault or the clumsiness of these naïve people, who don’t understand the simple truth that need of solitary time varies from one person to another. Some people always want to have some one they can talk with, share their feeling and some people would not mind living in an isolated island.
I have finally concluded that the friction of social and unsocial people is eternal. Social people think unsocial people rude and unsocial people think that social people are naïve. Seekers of solitude always crave for hours of solitude in the urban jungle, and the social animals get confused about their true motive and make up opinions about them. Thinking it is really odd that a person would rather prefer to stay with himself for hours instead of talking with others, or having company of others.
People often make a misconception that the people who live with themselves mostly, creating a blank space around them, which is penetrable yet non penetrable at the same time are unhappy or depressed. It’s the one of the biggest misconception any one can make in case of judgment.
I am one of these person, who love to spend long time on my own, simply not interacting with any one, I love to be on my own, listening to music, reading, watching movies on computer or surfing the cyberland. I always loved observing others but from a distance and without interfering in their affairs. During my school and college life I used to sit in a seat from where I was not visible to any one, and used to watch people walking on the street, they never felt the irritation of being watched, and I loved to see them in their natural way. Or in get togethers my role was more of a spectator enjoying the show.
Till now I don’t join in festivities like bursting crackers or pandal hopping, instead of that I love to watch those who are doing it, playing with crackers, colours or all decked up and dancing with joy.
People often form a misconception that I don’t mix with people because I think I am superior than them, a fact which I just cant make them understand that I know I am like every body else, but I love to watch people from a distance, I don’t like to mingle with some one until and unless he or she forces himself or herself into my space or I see some thing interesting in them. I rather love to play the role of audience, to watch the wheel turning.
In general I prefer just to watch and listen, not talk. That does not means I am homophobic or depressed. That means I am at peace with myself and the world. Sometimes those who think otherwise and try to tear my cocoon and get too cozy are the only one who get stinged, because I guess I am over protective of my solitude, of that blank space around me.
I really wonder every time I sting some one if it is really my fault or the clumsiness of these naïve people, who don’t understand the simple truth that need of solitary time varies from one person to another. Some people always want to have some one they can talk with, share their feeling and some people would not mind living in an isolated island.
I have finally concluded that the friction of social and unsocial people is eternal. Social people think unsocial people rude and unsocial people think that social people are naïve. Seekers of solitude always crave for hours of solitude in the urban jungle, and the social animals get confused about their true motive and make up opinions about them. Thinking it is really odd that a person would rather prefer to stay with himself for hours instead of talking with others, or having company of others.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Perseverance is not worthiness
Mahesh was an adopted child, he was the eighth son of his poor parents, his wealthy aunty adopted him and he shifted to Mumbai with them.
He was one of those persons who had a strong, unshaking belief that they were the most tormented soul in the universe, and rarely missed a chance to tell it. His foster parents gave him every thing, love, good education, a foundation for a wonderful career, but failed to give him a strength of character, a power to bear the ups and downs of life with dignity and courage. He used to cry like a small child at the drop of a hat.
His first love failed because the girl he loved got tired of his complaining nature and moved on after a relationship of five years. She married some one else and got settled in Mumbai. Mahesh changed his job and moved to Delhi where his biological parents lived. He rented a lavish apartment near them and maintained a superficial relationship with them. Never letting them forget that even though he has not forgiven them for giving him away to his aunty, he is generous enough to hand them out petty helps.
One day while returning from office he noted his younger brother Ramesh talking with a girl, who had a stunning similarity with his old flame Neeta, the way the girl talked, laughed and looked had a stunning similarity. Only this girl was of a darker complexion and shorter height. He watched her for a long time and then when his brother took his bus, he followed that girl to her home. He observed with a little pleasure that she entered a very poor household.
Next day he left office on the same time and when he saw Ramesh talking with that girl he deliberately showed up, forcing him to introduce her to him. He clearly understood that Ramesh and this girl Nellie were deeply in love with each other, but he thought that he will be able to win her heart. Because he was richer and better looking. Ramesh was nothing in his comparison. After all, he is the one who has always been deprived.
He cleverly started to spin his web, next day he went to his foster parents, he emotionally blackmailed them to permit him to open a branch of their business in Delhi. Next thing he did was he appointed Ramesh as its Manager.
Taking advantage of Ramesh’s gratitude he became very friendly with him and Nellie. He was extra sweet with them, showering them with expensive gifts. To his great dismay Nellie used to refuse his gifts, and kept on calling him bhaiya (brother, as would be brother in law).
He tried his best to create a distance between the lovers but could not, the more he was defeated the more his determination grew.
Finally he tried his ultimate weapon, he begged his mother to arrange his marriage to Nellie because he cant live without her. He sobbed like a heart broken teenager and created a successful impression on his mother that he will die without her. His mother who thought Nellie was Ramesh’s friend happily told Ramesh asked him to do so. Ramesh was shell shocked. He felt for a while that the sky has crashed down on his head. Because he knew backing off from Mahesh’s offer will mean losing his job, which was helping his impoverished family more than enough,accepting it will mean end of his own life.
After thinking for a little he consulted his friends, one of his friends offered him a job in middle east. He immediately left for middle east. He met Nellie and told her that he will be away for indefinite time and asked her to wait for him. He could not dare to tell any one the real reason, because he had to keep the fear of failure in mind. He told Mahesh that a friend of his has offered him a job in Middle East, he wants to give it a try. Mahesh wished him luck hiding his feelings of euphoria successfully.
With Ramesh out of scene he started to chase Nellie with all gusto, who adamantly kept on calling a brother. As Ramesh has not confirmed her place in his life to his family she could not tell Mahesh the reason but any way she kept calling him brother.
Mahesh chose to ignore that, but on his under the desk instructions and successful display of obsession to Nellie some of his employees started to call her names behind her back and indirectly in her presence. Hinting that she is flirting with a man whereas she calls him brother. He thought she will stop calling him brother, but it backfired, she started to avoid him like plague.
Mahesh got tensed and contacted her family asking for her hand, but they already knew that Nellie loved Ramesh, and knew that she was a girl of very strict principles. So they turned up their hands at him and told him clearly that they cant help him. He left the house in tears.
He started to rebuild his relation with Ramesh and poison his mind against Nellie, deliberately trying to hoodwink him that she has fallen in love with him but cant admit it because she is committed to Ramesh. He successfully created the illusion and Ramesh started to distance himself from Nellie. Their relationship became bitter and finally it was destroyed. Ramesh came back successful from middle east, married a girl of his parent’s choice and left again.
Mahesh waited for a month and contacted Nellie’s father, her family, which has guessed his games and have tried to convince Ramesh, bluntly refused his offer and told him that they will rather hand her a bottle of poison.
Her father clearly told him that their daughter is not meant for a thief and scoundrel, who doesnot minds stealing some one else’s love or ruining the reputation and life of the object of his passion, with the heinous intention of forcing her to accept him.
He then told him that if someone desecrates the idol of a goddess it doesnot becomes unholy, it may become dirty but it will be rinsed and restored back to its old glory sooner or later, but the hand that does it gets its due sooner or later.
Finally he coldly reminded him a set of golden words, perseverance is not worthiness. He may have chased her for years but that doesnot makes him worthy of her.
He was one of those persons who had a strong, unshaking belief that they were the most tormented soul in the universe, and rarely missed a chance to tell it. His foster parents gave him every thing, love, good education, a foundation for a wonderful career, but failed to give him a strength of character, a power to bear the ups and downs of life with dignity and courage. He used to cry like a small child at the drop of a hat.
His first love failed because the girl he loved got tired of his complaining nature and moved on after a relationship of five years. She married some one else and got settled in Mumbai. Mahesh changed his job and moved to Delhi where his biological parents lived. He rented a lavish apartment near them and maintained a superficial relationship with them. Never letting them forget that even though he has not forgiven them for giving him away to his aunty, he is generous enough to hand them out petty helps.
One day while returning from office he noted his younger brother Ramesh talking with a girl, who had a stunning similarity with his old flame Neeta, the way the girl talked, laughed and looked had a stunning similarity. Only this girl was of a darker complexion and shorter height. He watched her for a long time and then when his brother took his bus, he followed that girl to her home. He observed with a little pleasure that she entered a very poor household.
Next day he left office on the same time and when he saw Ramesh talking with that girl he deliberately showed up, forcing him to introduce her to him. He clearly understood that Ramesh and this girl Nellie were deeply in love with each other, but he thought that he will be able to win her heart. Because he was richer and better looking. Ramesh was nothing in his comparison. After all, he is the one who has always been deprived.
He cleverly started to spin his web, next day he went to his foster parents, he emotionally blackmailed them to permit him to open a branch of their business in Delhi. Next thing he did was he appointed Ramesh as its Manager.
Taking advantage of Ramesh’s gratitude he became very friendly with him and Nellie. He was extra sweet with them, showering them with expensive gifts. To his great dismay Nellie used to refuse his gifts, and kept on calling him bhaiya (brother, as would be brother in law).
He tried his best to create a distance between the lovers but could not, the more he was defeated the more his determination grew.
Finally he tried his ultimate weapon, he begged his mother to arrange his marriage to Nellie because he cant live without her. He sobbed like a heart broken teenager and created a successful impression on his mother that he will die without her. His mother who thought Nellie was Ramesh’s friend happily told Ramesh asked him to do so. Ramesh was shell shocked. He felt for a while that the sky has crashed down on his head. Because he knew backing off from Mahesh’s offer will mean losing his job, which was helping his impoverished family more than enough,accepting it will mean end of his own life.
After thinking for a little he consulted his friends, one of his friends offered him a job in middle east. He immediately left for middle east. He met Nellie and told her that he will be away for indefinite time and asked her to wait for him. He could not dare to tell any one the real reason, because he had to keep the fear of failure in mind. He told Mahesh that a friend of his has offered him a job in Middle East, he wants to give it a try. Mahesh wished him luck hiding his feelings of euphoria successfully.
With Ramesh out of scene he started to chase Nellie with all gusto, who adamantly kept on calling a brother. As Ramesh has not confirmed her place in his life to his family she could not tell Mahesh the reason but any way she kept calling him brother.
Mahesh chose to ignore that, but on his under the desk instructions and successful display of obsession to Nellie some of his employees started to call her names behind her back and indirectly in her presence. Hinting that she is flirting with a man whereas she calls him brother. He thought she will stop calling him brother, but it backfired, she started to avoid him like plague.
Mahesh got tensed and contacted her family asking for her hand, but they already knew that Nellie loved Ramesh, and knew that she was a girl of very strict principles. So they turned up their hands at him and told him clearly that they cant help him. He left the house in tears.
He started to rebuild his relation with Ramesh and poison his mind against Nellie, deliberately trying to hoodwink him that she has fallen in love with him but cant admit it because she is committed to Ramesh. He successfully created the illusion and Ramesh started to distance himself from Nellie. Their relationship became bitter and finally it was destroyed. Ramesh came back successful from middle east, married a girl of his parent’s choice and left again.
Mahesh waited for a month and contacted Nellie’s father, her family, which has guessed his games and have tried to convince Ramesh, bluntly refused his offer and told him that they will rather hand her a bottle of poison.
Her father clearly told him that their daughter is not meant for a thief and scoundrel, who doesnot minds stealing some one else’s love or ruining the reputation and life of the object of his passion, with the heinous intention of forcing her to accept him.
He then told him that if someone desecrates the idol of a goddess it doesnot becomes unholy, it may become dirty but it will be rinsed and restored back to its old glory sooner or later, but the hand that does it gets its due sooner or later.
Finally he coldly reminded him a set of golden words, perseverance is not worthiness. He may have chased her for years but that doesnot makes him worthy of her.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Cyber horrors
Internet can be a blessing or curse for lonely people seeking human companionship through it. I have often read about lonely and naïve people falling in the clutches of the most devious people and heading for heartbreak or worse.
There are a few incidents worth sharing from which we can learn lessons. All of them involved people of matured age, no one involved was minor or child, so it can be assumed that we adults can be hoodwinked too, right?
First one I read in newspaper, a young South Indian doctor studying in USA fell in love with his net friend, an exquisite beauty from Hongkong, he fell in love with her so much that he proposed to her and she agreed to marry him, on condition that he will settle down in Hongkong where she was a nurse. Slowly he started to send his earnings to her so she could look for a decent flat and job for him in Hongkong, he drained all his savings and transferred it to her account, then he went to meet her, and found that the 23 year old svelte beauty was an illusion, the actual woman was 48 year old, with a husband and seven children. All the money which he has fished out of from his hard earned salary has been already spent on that hungry family. He sued the lady and returned US broke and heartbroken. The result of the case was yet to be out.
The second one I heard was about two engineering students, lovers, they opened email ids in names of male and female and both used to use these ids together, to fool others, they both used both the ids, sometimes together, some times independently, used each other’s phones and in the process made fun of those who walked into their trap. Their cover was blown when one ardent admirer of the female version, that is the female id they used, insisted on meeting her and landed up in the college, and the guy, exhausted, admitted that he and his lover used to play this game.
The third one is famous all over India, the way the Pakistani cricketer was shown the photograph of one woman and he married some one completely different through phone nikaah. This was an example of too much trust, I think he is the only one person in the whole universe who can have that much blind faith on a net friend. But it showed us the picture too, the tricks net can play.
The fourth one is pretty unsavoury, it was about a group of linked criminal minded educated youth, they used to visit the chat rooms or friendship sites of net, used to sort out lonely people, trap them in their net and rob them off their money by blackmailing them or simply duping them.
They used pseudonyms, and separate ids, they used to befriend each and every victim in a group. Victim never guessed that they are a group but they worked as a group and helped the one their victim fancied most to entrap the victim, by coaxing the victim to fall in love with him or her. And once the victim was in their grip they used to either entrap him or her for blackmailing or for duping. The group was not limited to one single place, they were scattered all over Delhi and surrounding places hence were never caught
There are a few incidents worth sharing from which we can learn lessons. All of them involved people of matured age, no one involved was minor or child, so it can be assumed that we adults can be hoodwinked too, right?
First one I read in newspaper, a young South Indian doctor studying in USA fell in love with his net friend, an exquisite beauty from Hongkong, he fell in love with her so much that he proposed to her and she agreed to marry him, on condition that he will settle down in Hongkong where she was a nurse. Slowly he started to send his earnings to her so she could look for a decent flat and job for him in Hongkong, he drained all his savings and transferred it to her account, then he went to meet her, and found that the 23 year old svelte beauty was an illusion, the actual woman was 48 year old, with a husband and seven children. All the money which he has fished out of from his hard earned salary has been already spent on that hungry family. He sued the lady and returned US broke and heartbroken. The result of the case was yet to be out.
The second one I heard was about two engineering students, lovers, they opened email ids in names of male and female and both used to use these ids together, to fool others, they both used both the ids, sometimes together, some times independently, used each other’s phones and in the process made fun of those who walked into their trap. Their cover was blown when one ardent admirer of the female version, that is the female id they used, insisted on meeting her and landed up in the college, and the guy, exhausted, admitted that he and his lover used to play this game.
The third one is famous all over India, the way the Pakistani cricketer was shown the photograph of one woman and he married some one completely different through phone nikaah. This was an example of too much trust, I think he is the only one person in the whole universe who can have that much blind faith on a net friend. But it showed us the picture too, the tricks net can play.
The fourth one is pretty unsavoury, it was about a group of linked criminal minded educated youth, they used to visit the chat rooms or friendship sites of net, used to sort out lonely people, trap them in their net and rob them off their money by blackmailing them or simply duping them.
They used pseudonyms, and separate ids, they used to befriend each and every victim in a group. Victim never guessed that they are a group but they worked as a group and helped the one their victim fancied most to entrap the victim, by coaxing the victim to fall in love with him or her. And once the victim was in their grip they used to either entrap him or her for blackmailing or for duping. The group was not limited to one single place, they were scattered all over Delhi and surrounding places hence were never caught
chosing right friend
After having too many good friends in life, some of whom have filled up my life with love, joy and happiness, I have learnt one lesson, that is if some one finds a loving friend, who wants to stay throughout the life, he is luckier than the richest person in life, but such luck is rare.
Friends in one hand can be a source of great joy and peace but on the other hand they can cause immense pain, because we expect truly unselfish affection from friends, hoping that they will love us just the way we are, ignoring our harmless lacking, like gawky looks, empty wallet etc etc. but quite contrary to our belief, there are people who go by such trivial things when they are choosing friends. And when simple minded people get entangled with them, the result is always painful.
As a person who was extremely affectionate, loyal, love hungry and extremely plain, I have few things to share, I believe that its extremely improbable for people like me to get friends who will match our level of enthusiasm about friendship. Because in present age most of the people look for entertainment in every thing, in movies, in books, in relationships every where, hence those, who are like me, whose mindset is fifty years old should be extra careful of their feelings, and should know when to let go. That’s the biggest mantra of happy relationships.
There are few ways in which we can expertly de-weed, that is let the casual people go, throw the dangerous ones out and stick with only serious people. There are two types of temporary friends, one those who are completely harmless, and just don’t want to stick with some one unless they are too much impressed by them, these people come to your life overflow it with their sweetness and then just disappear, no matter how much you try, they don’t stay back. You will slowly come to know their nature, they gradually distance themselves, their warmth slowly disappears, and if you still cling to them they become cold and some times rude, they try to make you understand in every possible way that they are not interested in you any more, like not picking up your phone, but telling you how much they love talking with mister x or miss y, they often spend hours with them on phone. Whenever you mail them, the answers are in one or two lines, or try to chat with them, they disappear with polite excuses, but later tell you elaborately how they spend pages of mail to others, or chat for hours with other, If you get that hint, good, otherwise these people can sometimes become nasty, or rude. Just let them walk away, and if they come back, think twice before giving them access, just admit the truth that they are not the committing type. They will move away the moment they saw some one more interesting.
The second type are to be thrown away from your life the moment their cover is blown, these people lead an unhappy personal life, and as a big majority of unhappy people, try to spread that poison to others. They will become friends with you, then try to irritate you, snub you, insult you and if you don’t give in, then try to misuse the information you have already passed on to them. Just don’t share too much information with friends unless you are very clear about their motives. And take my tip, some times deliberately give them some false information to gauge their intentions. In my 3 years of net friendship I have come across these two categories of people, and am yet to find the friend who will stay back.
Friends in one hand can be a source of great joy and peace but on the other hand they can cause immense pain, because we expect truly unselfish affection from friends, hoping that they will love us just the way we are, ignoring our harmless lacking, like gawky looks, empty wallet etc etc. but quite contrary to our belief, there are people who go by such trivial things when they are choosing friends. And when simple minded people get entangled with them, the result is always painful.
As a person who was extremely affectionate, loyal, love hungry and extremely plain, I have few things to share, I believe that its extremely improbable for people like me to get friends who will match our level of enthusiasm about friendship. Because in present age most of the people look for entertainment in every thing, in movies, in books, in relationships every where, hence those, who are like me, whose mindset is fifty years old should be extra careful of their feelings, and should know when to let go. That’s the biggest mantra of happy relationships.
There are few ways in which we can expertly de-weed, that is let the casual people go, throw the dangerous ones out and stick with only serious people. There are two types of temporary friends, one those who are completely harmless, and just don’t want to stick with some one unless they are too much impressed by them, these people come to your life overflow it with their sweetness and then just disappear, no matter how much you try, they don’t stay back. You will slowly come to know their nature, they gradually distance themselves, their warmth slowly disappears, and if you still cling to them they become cold and some times rude, they try to make you understand in every possible way that they are not interested in you any more, like not picking up your phone, but telling you how much they love talking with mister x or miss y, they often spend hours with them on phone. Whenever you mail them, the answers are in one or two lines, or try to chat with them, they disappear with polite excuses, but later tell you elaborately how they spend pages of mail to others, or chat for hours with other, If you get that hint, good, otherwise these people can sometimes become nasty, or rude. Just let them walk away, and if they come back, think twice before giving them access, just admit the truth that they are not the committing type. They will move away the moment they saw some one more interesting.
The second type are to be thrown away from your life the moment their cover is blown, these people lead an unhappy personal life, and as a big majority of unhappy people, try to spread that poison to others. They will become friends with you, then try to irritate you, snub you, insult you and if you don’t give in, then try to misuse the information you have already passed on to them. Just don’t share too much information with friends unless you are very clear about their motives. And take my tip, some times deliberately give them some false information to gauge their intentions. In my 3 years of net friendship I have come across these two categories of people, and am yet to find the friend who will stay back.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Medical Transcription as career
Medical transcription as a career can be very tempting. Its been publicized as a high paying job and often a verbal confirmation of absorption on SUCCESSFUL COMPLETION OF THE COURSE is given by the counsellors. Please note the word SUCCESSFUL COMPLETION OF THE COURSE. I have recently completed a course without being successful, wasting Rs. 20,000 and six precious months. Whereas I can confidently say that I would have been able to complete the course successfully if the training and teaching techniques were appropriate.
The sum total of the entire episode which costed me too dearly, I think is my moral duty to share with all. One should be very careful about joining these trainings and check these things:-
1. how much the institute is giving in written about the absorption etc before taking in the first instalment. Please check the criteria of SUCCESSFUL COMPLETION specially, ask them what is the clear definition of SUCCESSFUL COMPLETION, How much percentage will that mean.
2. if he/she can clearly understand american english spoken in a very slurred manner. By a doctor who is some times absent minded and sometimes almost sleepy aftr toiling all day. He is usually giving the dictations after working all day.
3. if he has the temperament to listen to these files for hours and type them in pretty good speed. Because a good ear, amply good health and good typing speed should be a must, if the counsellor says any thing else he is just aiming for your money.
4. He will have to have amply good command over english too, that is the grammatical side of english, he will have to some times fill in unsaid words, or guess unintelligible words.
5. if he or she will be able to study amply complex medical studies and secure 60-85 per cent marks in them. To get a sample of the text, that is the entire course curriculum any one can hit “medical transcription free course” on google. I looked that way but unfortunately after handing over the first instalment.
6. I was expected to secure 50% in first module, 70% in second module and third module and 85% in fourth module. The modules are not independent, they are added as the course progresses. Apart from that you have to be well versed in drugs in the same field. And in the final you will have to give exam on that too. The voice files will be there to be handled in enough numbers.
7. No matter how much you are insisted to leave the course and join OJT don’t do it, because there are high chances that they will make you leave if you don’t meet their expectation, or if you stay in both cases you wont get the certificate. That will mean you wont be able to change the organisation. You will have to work there as per their will and terms.
8. Don’t bank on guidance which will be sweetly promised to you during couselling the modus operandi will be exactly the opposite. So be careful about your time and money.
If any one has any curiosity about this course in Calcutta he or she may contact me.
The sum total of the entire episode which costed me too dearly, I think is my moral duty to share with all. One should be very careful about joining these trainings and check these things:-
1. how much the institute is giving in written about the absorption etc before taking in the first instalment. Please check the criteria of SUCCESSFUL COMPLETION specially, ask them what is the clear definition of SUCCESSFUL COMPLETION, How much percentage will that mean.
2. if he/she can clearly understand american english spoken in a very slurred manner. By a doctor who is some times absent minded and sometimes almost sleepy aftr toiling all day. He is usually giving the dictations after working all day.
3. if he has the temperament to listen to these files for hours and type them in pretty good speed. Because a good ear, amply good health and good typing speed should be a must, if the counsellor says any thing else he is just aiming for your money.
4. He will have to have amply good command over english too, that is the grammatical side of english, he will have to some times fill in unsaid words, or guess unintelligible words.
5. if he or she will be able to study amply complex medical studies and secure 60-85 per cent marks in them. To get a sample of the text, that is the entire course curriculum any one can hit “medical transcription free course” on google. I looked that way but unfortunately after handing over the first instalment.
6. I was expected to secure 50% in first module, 70% in second module and third module and 85% in fourth module. The modules are not independent, they are added as the course progresses. Apart from that you have to be well versed in drugs in the same field. And in the final you will have to give exam on that too. The voice files will be there to be handled in enough numbers.
7. No matter how much you are insisted to leave the course and join OJT don’t do it, because there are high chances that they will make you leave if you don’t meet their expectation, or if you stay in both cases you wont get the certificate. That will mean you wont be able to change the organisation. You will have to work there as per their will and terms.
8. Don’t bank on guidance which will be sweetly promised to you during couselling the modus operandi will be exactly the opposite. So be careful about your time and money.
If any one has any curiosity about this course in Calcutta he or she may contact me.
Monday, February 16, 2009
unspoken words
Prarthana was a very ordinary but sweet natured girl, she deeply loved Namit. Namit was on the other hand good looking, smart, extremely charming and sophisticated. All his friends competed for his attention and Prathana was the mute spectator
Prarthana was of an extremely shy nature, one of those girls who could not speak properly to men, forget about proposing. Whenever Namit used to come near her she used to become dumb, so, as was supposed to happen Namit fell in love with the sweetest girl of the group, Chaitali.
Prarthana left the town to pursue higher studies and settled there, from there she came to know that Namit and Chaitali has married, after that she lost interest to keep in touch with them, but it took her years to forget Namit and move over, in her work place she found a friend, a philosopher ,a guide, Ronit.
Ronit was good looking in his own ways, he may be unattractive to majority of the person but his intelligent and kind nature reflected on his face, which made him even more beautiful. He helped Prarthana forget her first hurt and made her smile again. But deep within Prarthana was still in love with Ronit. Just like an sickly child her heart would not let him go. No matter how much she convinced her.
One day she was returning home from office all of a sudden some one called her out, she looked back and saw Namit standing, her heart missed a beat, she stopped and smiled, Namit came towards her with his easy grace and she was bowled over again.
When Namit came near then only she noticed that he was holding the hand of a small child, Namit introduced her as her daughter Sonali, she was shocked to know that Chaitali has passed away when Sonali was only a few months old, Namit and his parents are bringing up the child.
She went back home, her heart sad and happy at the same time, her heart was sad for untimely death of Chaitali and beaming with the hope of winning her long lost love.
When she met Ronit she could not hide her excitement and told him all about it, she thought she saw a deep pain in his eyes but kept on bubbling with joy. After that Ronit slowly distanced himself from her and she started to mix with Namit and Sonali.
Ronit used to come to meet her often but their friendship was slowly dying due to Prarthana’s lack of interest, she was fully obsessed with Sonali and Namit.
They also used to look forward for her visit, especially Sonali became her shadow, Namit was extremely relieved to see them together, he could easily leave Sonali with Prarthana on the days when his parents were not around, because he knew Prarthana would love that.
One day Prarthana came back with a burning fever, the doctor diagnosed her and told her that it’s a case of acute measles. She was lying alone in bed when the doorbell rang, she opened the door and Namit and Sonali were standing there, Namit asked her if he could leave Sonali for a few days with her because his grand mother is ill and all three of them will have to leave for a couple of days to bring her here, and if Prarthana will keep Sonali her school wont be missed.
Prarthana sadly told him the doctor’s diagnosis, Namit left with Sonali, advicing her to take care of herself and promised he will be back after his return. Prarthana went back to her bed tired and sleepy.
She was about to sleep when the door bell rang again, she went to the door hoping that Namit must have cancelled his visit, but when she opened the door she saw Ronit standing there with his mother. His mother told her that they met Namit in the station and he told them about her condition. After listening to it Ronit goaded his mother to nurse her. Her mother went to the kitchen to prepare some soup for her and Ronit sat down beside her bed talking to her gently.
Prarthana was of an extremely shy nature, one of those girls who could not speak properly to men, forget about proposing. Whenever Namit used to come near her she used to become dumb, so, as was supposed to happen Namit fell in love with the sweetest girl of the group, Chaitali.
Prarthana left the town to pursue higher studies and settled there, from there she came to know that Namit and Chaitali has married, after that she lost interest to keep in touch with them, but it took her years to forget Namit and move over, in her work place she found a friend, a philosopher ,a guide, Ronit.
Ronit was good looking in his own ways, he may be unattractive to majority of the person but his intelligent and kind nature reflected on his face, which made him even more beautiful. He helped Prarthana forget her first hurt and made her smile again. But deep within Prarthana was still in love with Ronit. Just like an sickly child her heart would not let him go. No matter how much she convinced her.
One day she was returning home from office all of a sudden some one called her out, she looked back and saw Namit standing, her heart missed a beat, she stopped and smiled, Namit came towards her with his easy grace and she was bowled over again.
When Namit came near then only she noticed that he was holding the hand of a small child, Namit introduced her as her daughter Sonali, she was shocked to know that Chaitali has passed away when Sonali was only a few months old, Namit and his parents are bringing up the child.
She went back home, her heart sad and happy at the same time, her heart was sad for untimely death of Chaitali and beaming with the hope of winning her long lost love.
When she met Ronit she could not hide her excitement and told him all about it, she thought she saw a deep pain in his eyes but kept on bubbling with joy. After that Ronit slowly distanced himself from her and she started to mix with Namit and Sonali.
Ronit used to come to meet her often but their friendship was slowly dying due to Prarthana’s lack of interest, she was fully obsessed with Sonali and Namit.
They also used to look forward for her visit, especially Sonali became her shadow, Namit was extremely relieved to see them together, he could easily leave Sonali with Prarthana on the days when his parents were not around, because he knew Prarthana would love that.
One day Prarthana came back with a burning fever, the doctor diagnosed her and told her that it’s a case of acute measles. She was lying alone in bed when the doorbell rang, she opened the door and Namit and Sonali were standing there, Namit asked her if he could leave Sonali for a few days with her because his grand mother is ill and all three of them will have to leave for a couple of days to bring her here, and if Prarthana will keep Sonali her school wont be missed.
Prarthana sadly told him the doctor’s diagnosis, Namit left with Sonali, advicing her to take care of herself and promised he will be back after his return. Prarthana went back to her bed tired and sleepy.
She was about to sleep when the door bell rang again, she went to the door hoping that Namit must have cancelled his visit, but when she opened the door she saw Ronit standing there with his mother. His mother told her that they met Namit in the station and he told them about her condition. After listening to it Ronit goaded his mother to nurse her. Her mother went to the kitchen to prepare some soup for her and Ronit sat down beside her bed talking to her gently.
message of hatred
Message of hatred dished out on the day of love. Quite thought provoking is not it? I am unmarried by choice and a choice I am quite happy about. Specially after observing this world from a close sector for last atleast 25 years, that is after I became fifteen years old. Before that I think I did not had much of observation power. Nothing I can vow for.
From the last ten years or so indians have discovered valentine day, courtsey media and card companies I believe. I don’t even remotely believe in such childish concepts. This is for children and youngsters to celebrate.
The thing which puzzles me even more is why do indians interfere so much in this beautiful feeling called love? I am dead against public display of animal desire. But falling in love, and after falling in love with each other a strong desire to stay together or holding hand or sitting together is perfectly normal to me.
I hundred percent agree that lovers often cross the limit of chastity, or decency or decorum, then again they are supposed to act that way because passion is blind. That’s very natural phenomenon for youngsters. But they should be given some special places where they can spend some time together, and a board should be displayed outside warning the non romantic people like me or family men who do love parks and open air. Should not they be given the chance to live like normal human beings who have every right to like and love some one? If we have problem with that we should not do such things ourselve or stop our children to do so. And if a parent says that he or she cant control his or her children that’s a crying shame for him or her. How did our parents controlled us without raising their voices? I have never been scolded harshly by my parents or always had my own say or personality. Then why did not I do any thing wrong?
I belong to a very conservative family, where most of the people get married to the persons their parents choose till date. Even though they are given complete liberty in every aspect of their life and grow up in a very beautiful environment where parents and children trust each other completely. Even though all my siblings and their spouses keep their romantic feelings to themselves and we never have to be embarrassed because of their love for each other, I really despise the way these self proclaimed preachers are disturbing these harmless children or youngsters who are acting a lot more naturally than them, by loving not hating other human beings.
If they are that eager for their welfare they can approach their parents and consult them why they think that their children are acting improperly. By shoving their opinion on these people they are provoking them to do normal things under the cover of darkness and provoke immorality. Doing things without the knowledge of society or their parents. In an era of epidemics like AIDS lurking around the corner I think indian society should wake up, smell the coffee and give youngsters some private space of their own.
From the last ten years or so indians have discovered valentine day, courtsey media and card companies I believe. I don’t even remotely believe in such childish concepts. This is for children and youngsters to celebrate.
The thing which puzzles me even more is why do indians interfere so much in this beautiful feeling called love? I am dead against public display of animal desire. But falling in love, and after falling in love with each other a strong desire to stay together or holding hand or sitting together is perfectly normal to me.
I hundred percent agree that lovers often cross the limit of chastity, or decency or decorum, then again they are supposed to act that way because passion is blind. That’s very natural phenomenon for youngsters. But they should be given some special places where they can spend some time together, and a board should be displayed outside warning the non romantic people like me or family men who do love parks and open air. Should not they be given the chance to live like normal human beings who have every right to like and love some one? If we have problem with that we should not do such things ourselve or stop our children to do so. And if a parent says that he or she cant control his or her children that’s a crying shame for him or her. How did our parents controlled us without raising their voices? I have never been scolded harshly by my parents or always had my own say or personality. Then why did not I do any thing wrong?
I belong to a very conservative family, where most of the people get married to the persons their parents choose till date. Even though they are given complete liberty in every aspect of their life and grow up in a very beautiful environment where parents and children trust each other completely. Even though all my siblings and their spouses keep their romantic feelings to themselves and we never have to be embarrassed because of their love for each other, I really despise the way these self proclaimed preachers are disturbing these harmless children or youngsters who are acting a lot more naturally than them, by loving not hating other human beings.
If they are that eager for their welfare they can approach their parents and consult them why they think that their children are acting improperly. By shoving their opinion on these people they are provoking them to do normal things under the cover of darkness and provoke immorality. Doing things without the knowledge of society or their parents. In an era of epidemics like AIDS lurking around the corner I think indian society should wake up, smell the coffee and give youngsters some private space of their own.
now or never
Mrs. Gupta was sitting in her trademark bench waiting for Mrs. Ghosh and Mrs Sinha to join her when she saw Sophia walk by. Sophia smiled at her and just moved on. Her smile had a strange effect on any one who was on the receiving end. It filled up their mind with a strange warmth and light. Just like the golden sunrays after a thunderstorm.
Soon her chums joined her and they were about to start their gossip mongering when Mrs Sinha nudged Mrs Ghosh and they turned their faces to look at Ramesh. He was coming towards them, but they knew his destination, he will find out Sophia in the crowd of hundreds of people and silently sit somewhere nearby absorbing her presence with all his existence, and will leave after she has left. Without saying a single word, never trying to strike up a friendship. Not only that, they have seen Sophia trying to talk with him and his response was always the same silent stare.
Ramesh was not one of those so called good looking guys, he was dark, almost coal black with tribal features. He was a very gentle and well mannered guy liked by each and every person of the housing society and every one was waiting for the day when he will dare to propose Sophia and they will get married. Sophia’s friends have already told her about him, she said she was waiting for him to make the approach. Because if he loves her really deeply he will make the approach, or else she will wait and see if he moves on after his fascination withers away.
Just when Ramesh was about to cross them Mrs. Ghosh called out, Ramesh paused and they asked him to sit down for a while with them. He sat down with a disappointed look.
Mrs. Gupta directly faced him and asked him for how long will he shadow Sophia without letting her know his feelings.
Ramesh opened his mouth to say some thing but could not, he just stared at her for a few seconds and bowed down his head. He was too shy to discuss such things with elders.
Now it was Mrs. Ghosh’s turn, she said with a innocent expression that Sophia’s parents were desperate to get her married soon. She pretended as if she has not seen the way Ramesh flinched and continued to inform him that they are already being over-flooded with proposals.
Mrs. Sinha picked up the thread and told him that entire housing society knew about his true love for Sophia. Why does not he just proposes her so they can have the joy of attending their marriage.
Ramesh looked at them with deep pain in his eyes and said, “She will refuse me the moment I will propose to her, have you seen her looks and mine?”
He bowed down his head again and continued, “I will become a laughing stock of the entire society.”
Mrs. Gupta softly placed her palm on his hand and said, “Not every one goes by look, there are people who go by far more beautiful things than that, things like nature, character….”
Mrs. Ghosh added, “Being a man in Indian society Sophia will expect you to break the ice, to show interest, the eagerness of having her in your life, or else she may feel cheap, being a gentle girl herself she may feel she is chasing you.”
Mrs. Sinha joined, “Why don’t you buy a chocolate, a greeting and write in it your feelings for her. Directly ask her consent for marriage, because I think you have known each other enough to marry each other. For last three years you have been following her like a shadow.”
They were still talking when Sophia passed by, Mrs. Gupta called her, Sophia came towards them with eyes lowered, so very unlike her nature. She was one of those who always looked directly at people. This was the first time they were seeing her blushing and shifting uneasily.
She walked away after mumbling some silly words and the infamous trio attacked Ramesh, “How much more proof do you want?”, Mrs. Ghosh asked.
“Do you want her to put up a billboard outside your window?”, Mrs. Gupta joined in. “You better should propose her tomorrow..”.
Mrs. Sinha glared at him without saying any thing.
Ramesh stood up and asked for their permission to leave. He followed the path by which Sophia has walked away.
Next morning when the infamous trio met Mrs. Gupta asked the other two to follow her, they gently walked a few yards and saw Sophia and Ramesh sitting on the same bench silently. But there was a look of deep happiness and peace on both faces.
They softly came back to their trademark bench with moist eyes.
Soon her chums joined her and they were about to start their gossip mongering when Mrs Sinha nudged Mrs Ghosh and they turned their faces to look at Ramesh. He was coming towards them, but they knew his destination, he will find out Sophia in the crowd of hundreds of people and silently sit somewhere nearby absorbing her presence with all his existence, and will leave after she has left. Without saying a single word, never trying to strike up a friendship. Not only that, they have seen Sophia trying to talk with him and his response was always the same silent stare.
Ramesh was not one of those so called good looking guys, he was dark, almost coal black with tribal features. He was a very gentle and well mannered guy liked by each and every person of the housing society and every one was waiting for the day when he will dare to propose Sophia and they will get married. Sophia’s friends have already told her about him, she said she was waiting for him to make the approach. Because if he loves her really deeply he will make the approach, or else she will wait and see if he moves on after his fascination withers away.
Just when Ramesh was about to cross them Mrs. Ghosh called out, Ramesh paused and they asked him to sit down for a while with them. He sat down with a disappointed look.
Mrs. Gupta directly faced him and asked him for how long will he shadow Sophia without letting her know his feelings.
Ramesh opened his mouth to say some thing but could not, he just stared at her for a few seconds and bowed down his head. He was too shy to discuss such things with elders.
Now it was Mrs. Ghosh’s turn, she said with a innocent expression that Sophia’s parents were desperate to get her married soon. She pretended as if she has not seen the way Ramesh flinched and continued to inform him that they are already being over-flooded with proposals.
Mrs. Sinha picked up the thread and told him that entire housing society knew about his true love for Sophia. Why does not he just proposes her so they can have the joy of attending their marriage.
Ramesh looked at them with deep pain in his eyes and said, “She will refuse me the moment I will propose to her, have you seen her looks and mine?”
He bowed down his head again and continued, “I will become a laughing stock of the entire society.”
Mrs. Gupta softly placed her palm on his hand and said, “Not every one goes by look, there are people who go by far more beautiful things than that, things like nature, character….”
Mrs. Ghosh added, “Being a man in Indian society Sophia will expect you to break the ice, to show interest, the eagerness of having her in your life, or else she may feel cheap, being a gentle girl herself she may feel she is chasing you.”
Mrs. Sinha joined, “Why don’t you buy a chocolate, a greeting and write in it your feelings for her. Directly ask her consent for marriage, because I think you have known each other enough to marry each other. For last three years you have been following her like a shadow.”
They were still talking when Sophia passed by, Mrs. Gupta called her, Sophia came towards them with eyes lowered, so very unlike her nature. She was one of those who always looked directly at people. This was the first time they were seeing her blushing and shifting uneasily.
She walked away after mumbling some silly words and the infamous trio attacked Ramesh, “How much more proof do you want?”, Mrs. Ghosh asked.
“Do you want her to put up a billboard outside your window?”, Mrs. Gupta joined in. “You better should propose her tomorrow..”.
Mrs. Sinha glared at him without saying any thing.
Ramesh stood up and asked for their permission to leave. He followed the path by which Sophia has walked away.
Next morning when the infamous trio met Mrs. Gupta asked the other two to follow her, they gently walked a few yards and saw Sophia and Ramesh sitting on the same bench silently. But there was a look of deep happiness and peace on both faces.
They softly came back to their trademark bench with moist eyes.
Friday, February 13, 2009
ideal match
The threesome were sitting side by side chatting with each other in an idle manner when a newly wed couple walked by the wife smiled at them sweetly and they smiled back coldly.
When they were out of their earshot Mrs. Ghosh said in a hushed tone, “This is what I should call the perfect match.” and smirked.
Mrs. Sinha giggled and asked her to keep her voice low and added, “If she hears your comment, your day is ruined!”
Mrs. Dutt added, “This is why they say that you can bring a horse to water, but you cant make him drink it.”
“Suresh’s parents tried their level best to get him married to Prema, but he picked up his ideal match. Now lets see how long it takes him to understand that every thing that glitters is not gold.”
Suresh’s parents were not in favour of his marrying his wife Jayita, she was a very sharp tongued and untrustworthy woman. She was easy with her body and tongue. She used to mix with men as if she was one of them and cracked nastiest jokes, relished vulgarest discussions to her heart’s fill. She used to pry out the animal side of every man who came in touch with her. But she had lots of style, oomph factor and a sweet (occasionally fiery) tongue.
When Suresh’s parents observed that he is obsessed with Jayita they tried their level best to make him marry Prema. They tried their level best without crossing their limits. They knew that they don’t have any right to force their decision on Suresh so they introduced him to Prema, and requested her to befriend him. She did. But Suresh rejected her like a drunkard rejects a glass of water.
When Prema observed that he was obsessed with Jayita, and the type of woman Jayita was she gently explained the harsh truth to Suresh’s parents that a person who likes a woman like Jayita, can never like a girl like Prema. So they should better brace themselves, and be prepared that she is the one who will be their daughter in law, if she doesnot rejects Suresh. Because even though she moves around with Suresh she calls him filthiest names and makes fun of him when she is among her friends.
Suresh’s parents could not say a single word to her, because they knew she was speaking the truth, but made preparations of shifting to their second house after son’s marriage.
When they were out of their earshot Mrs. Ghosh said in a hushed tone, “This is what I should call the perfect match.” and smirked.
Mrs. Sinha giggled and asked her to keep her voice low and added, “If she hears your comment, your day is ruined!”
Mrs. Dutt added, “This is why they say that you can bring a horse to water, but you cant make him drink it.”
“Suresh’s parents tried their level best to get him married to Prema, but he picked up his ideal match. Now lets see how long it takes him to understand that every thing that glitters is not gold.”
Suresh’s parents were not in favour of his marrying his wife Jayita, she was a very sharp tongued and untrustworthy woman. She was easy with her body and tongue. She used to mix with men as if she was one of them and cracked nastiest jokes, relished vulgarest discussions to her heart’s fill. She used to pry out the animal side of every man who came in touch with her. But she had lots of style, oomph factor and a sweet (occasionally fiery) tongue.
When Suresh’s parents observed that he is obsessed with Jayita they tried their level best to make him marry Prema. They tried their level best without crossing their limits. They knew that they don’t have any right to force their decision on Suresh so they introduced him to Prema, and requested her to befriend him. She did. But Suresh rejected her like a drunkard rejects a glass of water.
When Prema observed that he was obsessed with Jayita, and the type of woman Jayita was she gently explained the harsh truth to Suresh’s parents that a person who likes a woman like Jayita, can never like a girl like Prema. So they should better brace themselves, and be prepared that she is the one who will be their daughter in law, if she doesnot rejects Suresh. Because even though she moves around with Suresh she calls him filthiest names and makes fun of him when she is among her friends.
Suresh’s parents could not say a single word to her, because they knew she was speaking the truth, but made preparations of shifting to their second house after son’s marriage.
A harbour
Friendship is like a harbour in the dark ocean of life
When the waves hit the boat
In the dark of night
No moon no stars in sight
The tired boatman just wants a place to hide
He gently rows his boat to the harbour to have some respite
Just like that when things go rough
people make our going tough
We turn to that special person
The person who stays forever like the silent harbour
To shelter our tired spirit from the harsh going on of life
When the waves hit the boat
In the dark of night
No moon no stars in sight
The tired boatman just wants a place to hide
He gently rows his boat to the harbour to have some respite
Just like that when things go rough
people make our going tough
We turn to that special person
The person who stays forever like the silent harbour
To shelter our tired spirit from the harsh going on of life
Love- a divine blessing
Love is God’s word to his children that
he has not yet lost his faith on them,
he is still trying to shower the garden that
he sowed with so much care,
he is still hoping that may be some day
he will look down to see his flowers sway
in the gentle breeze of life
love is the feeling which he had in his heart
for his children and passed it to them
when they parted, so they share it amongst them
when they are away, but somehow they lost in their game
so he keeps on pouring it, trying to teach them
to retain it, cherish it and increase it
he has not yet lost his faith on them,
he is still trying to shower the garden that
he sowed with so much care,
he is still hoping that may be some day
he will look down to see his flowers sway
in the gentle breeze of life
love is the feeling which he had in his heart
for his children and passed it to them
when they parted, so they share it amongst them
when they are away, but somehow they lost in their game
so he keeps on pouring it, trying to teach them
to retain it, cherish it and increase it
Thursday, February 12, 2009
A rose
A rose among thorns,
A noble heart that knew only loving,
A gentle soul that knew only giving,
So many times he was pricked by the lusty thorns
Surrounding that red fragrant rose
His heart,
One day he thought he will change,
Wont let any one make a fool of him again,
He was hell bent to go to hell
When he heard a voice sweet
He looked in his petals and saw a fairy sweet,
She said in a voice gentle serene
If you become thorn where shall I dwell
A noble heart that knew only loving,
A gentle soul that knew only giving,
So many times he was pricked by the lusty thorns
Surrounding that red fragrant rose
His heart,
One day he thought he will change,
Wont let any one make a fool of him again,
He was hell bent to go to hell
When he heard a voice sweet
He looked in his petals and saw a fairy sweet,
She said in a voice gentle serene
If you become thorn where shall I dwell
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
God's Mill
It was early summer morning, the air was laden with fragrance of flowers and birds were chirping in trees. The infamous trio was sitting side by side, in the park bench when the silence of the park was shattered by sharp voices. The three pairs of eyes met and then a universal expression of boredom crept on their faces. Their eyes said, “Here it goes again!”
Mrs. Singha broke the silence, “I should say its poetic justice!”
Mrs Mehta agreed with her aptly and added, “This is what happens to people who think money is every thing in this world.”
Mrs Jain softly added, “Bina was such a sweet girl, but they made her life miserable, they ruined it just because Jayant married her out of his own choice and without dowry. They did not had the capacity of controlling their own son, so they ruined an innocent girl’s life.”
“Her family may be poor, but its one of the most reputed families in the city, the girl was highly educated, sweet looking, and Jayant and Bina loved each other so much, before they started to poison his mind.”
Mrs. Mehta quipped, “You cant call Jayant that innocent, he never had half the personality which Bina had, he was my son’s close friend, and all he could do was whine and complain against all the miseries he had to face in life. He never made a single attempt to stand up and change things, or else his family would have been intact.”
Today’s menu of their spicy discussion was a family which resided in the same housing estate, the elder-most son of the family has married a girl from different community without a single penny of dowry. They met in college and fell in love instantly, and after both of them settled in their respective careers they decided to get married.
There was a big furor in Jayant’s home when he asked for his parent’s permission. After an open war of almost an year Bina and Jayant married without his parent’s consent. They initially took up a rented home but Jayant’s mother insisted her husband to bring them home. Bina was a little apprehensive because his parents did not allowed him to enter their home when the newly wed has gone for their blessings. Jayant begged her to give his parents a chance to rectify themselves.
Bina was received at her in-law’s home with open disrespect, his parents clearly told them that they don’t mingle with people of lower standard, as Bina was their daughter in law she was the part of their family but her family and friends were barred from visit. But it was clear to even outsiders that Bina was treated with the same respect which was dished out to household helps.
Bina worked in a good post so dowry torture or any other type of torture could not take place, but the psychological torture was enough to devastate her. All Jayant did was to beg her to adjust with them, she tried out of love and because of her family upbringing. Then slowly her self respect started to surface. She was born in a family where everyone including the household helps were treated with respect, whereas her in laws treated her like a dirt, they used to flinch away from her presence or insult her at the minimum pretext.
Slowly she started to distance herself from them, finally one day the showdown came and she asked Jayant to take his side, he whimpered that he cant walk away from his parents, so she did and never looked back.
The divorce was quick, Bina refused any alimony. Within one year Jayant remarried, this time his parents made the choice a girl from extremely rich family. And then God started to show that She maintains the records meticulously. Their new daughter in law was from a very influential family and had a fiery temper.
Mrs. Singha broke the silence, “I should say its poetic justice!”
Mrs Mehta agreed with her aptly and added, “This is what happens to people who think money is every thing in this world.”
Mrs Jain softly added, “Bina was such a sweet girl, but they made her life miserable, they ruined it just because Jayant married her out of his own choice and without dowry. They did not had the capacity of controlling their own son, so they ruined an innocent girl’s life.”
“Her family may be poor, but its one of the most reputed families in the city, the girl was highly educated, sweet looking, and Jayant and Bina loved each other so much, before they started to poison his mind.”
Mrs. Mehta quipped, “You cant call Jayant that innocent, he never had half the personality which Bina had, he was my son’s close friend, and all he could do was whine and complain against all the miseries he had to face in life. He never made a single attempt to stand up and change things, or else his family would have been intact.”
Today’s menu of their spicy discussion was a family which resided in the same housing estate, the elder-most son of the family has married a girl from different community without a single penny of dowry. They met in college and fell in love instantly, and after both of them settled in their respective careers they decided to get married.
There was a big furor in Jayant’s home when he asked for his parent’s permission. After an open war of almost an year Bina and Jayant married without his parent’s consent. They initially took up a rented home but Jayant’s mother insisted her husband to bring them home. Bina was a little apprehensive because his parents did not allowed him to enter their home when the newly wed has gone for their blessings. Jayant begged her to give his parents a chance to rectify themselves.
Bina was received at her in-law’s home with open disrespect, his parents clearly told them that they don’t mingle with people of lower standard, as Bina was their daughter in law she was the part of their family but her family and friends were barred from visit. But it was clear to even outsiders that Bina was treated with the same respect which was dished out to household helps.
Bina worked in a good post so dowry torture or any other type of torture could not take place, but the psychological torture was enough to devastate her. All Jayant did was to beg her to adjust with them, she tried out of love and because of her family upbringing. Then slowly her self respect started to surface. She was born in a family where everyone including the household helps were treated with respect, whereas her in laws treated her like a dirt, they used to flinch away from her presence or insult her at the minimum pretext.
Slowly she started to distance herself from them, finally one day the showdown came and she asked Jayant to take his side, he whimpered that he cant walk away from his parents, so she did and never looked back.
The divorce was quick, Bina refused any alimony. Within one year Jayant remarried, this time his parents made the choice a girl from extremely rich family. And then God started to show that She maintains the records meticulously. Their new daughter in law was from a very influential family and had a fiery temper.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Spurned
It was one of those mornings after a good rain when every thing looks pure and cool. The sun was shining bright, small clouds were sailing like white boats in the clear blue sky. A gentle breeze was blowing. Birds were busy chattering after being disturbed through the night.
Mrs Ghosh was sitting in the bench waiting for her friends to join her when Dipti walked by, she smiled at her, and Mrs. Ghosh smiled back. Soon she noted Prabhat coming her way, she smiled within this time, taking enough care that it does not breaks on her lips. Every one in the housing estate knew Prabhat and Dipti were deeply in love with each other and were to be married soon.
Mrs Ghosh was surprised when Prabhat asked her if he can sit down beside her for a while. He sat down and by the very look of his face she could tell some thing was really wrong.
Prabhat himself spilled out the reason after a brief hesitation. He told her that his brother is dead against his marriage to Dipti. He is taking every measure to cancel the marriage. He is falsely alleging Dipti for the things which she has never done or never will. He insults her, her friends, her relations and later complains they have misbehaved with him in the first hand.
He is hell bent to ruin her image in front of every one. As a result Dipti has started to avoid him too, because he has failed to take her side. How can he insult or challenge his own elder brother, a brother who has loved him so much, and taken care of him for so long after their father died.
There was an awkward silence after which Mrs. Ghosh explained him the reasons of his problem. Prabhat’s elder brother Rajesh has taken care of his brother and sister since their father passed away at a young age. He did not married because of this.
When Dipti and her family shifted to the housing estate he instantly fell for her, he tried to win her heart for years but could not. The more she tried to distance herself from him, the more his obsession for her grew. Slowly love transformed into hatred, and he started to hate her with all his heart.
When Prabhat fell for her and she reciprocated his love Rajesh was infuriated. He made up his mind that he wont allow her in his household and started to act like that.
After explaining the reasons Mrs. Ghosh told Prabhat it will be next to impossible to change Rajesh. Dipti’s entry in his home will never be welcome. So Prabhat will have to chose the side, either he can procure a job in a distant place and live there with Dipti or let her walk away. If they stay in the same city as husband and wife, most of the people will call them, especially him selfish for walking away from a brother who has done the duties of a father.
Mrs Ghosh was sitting in the bench waiting for her friends to join her when Dipti walked by, she smiled at her, and Mrs. Ghosh smiled back. Soon she noted Prabhat coming her way, she smiled within this time, taking enough care that it does not breaks on her lips. Every one in the housing estate knew Prabhat and Dipti were deeply in love with each other and were to be married soon.
Mrs Ghosh was surprised when Prabhat asked her if he can sit down beside her for a while. He sat down and by the very look of his face she could tell some thing was really wrong.
Prabhat himself spilled out the reason after a brief hesitation. He told her that his brother is dead against his marriage to Dipti. He is taking every measure to cancel the marriage. He is falsely alleging Dipti for the things which she has never done or never will. He insults her, her friends, her relations and later complains they have misbehaved with him in the first hand.
He is hell bent to ruin her image in front of every one. As a result Dipti has started to avoid him too, because he has failed to take her side. How can he insult or challenge his own elder brother, a brother who has loved him so much, and taken care of him for so long after their father died.
There was an awkward silence after which Mrs. Ghosh explained him the reasons of his problem. Prabhat’s elder brother Rajesh has taken care of his brother and sister since their father passed away at a young age. He did not married because of this.
When Dipti and her family shifted to the housing estate he instantly fell for her, he tried to win her heart for years but could not. The more she tried to distance herself from him, the more his obsession for her grew. Slowly love transformed into hatred, and he started to hate her with all his heart.
When Prabhat fell for her and she reciprocated his love Rajesh was infuriated. He made up his mind that he wont allow her in his household and started to act like that.
After explaining the reasons Mrs. Ghosh told Prabhat it will be next to impossible to change Rajesh. Dipti’s entry in his home will never be welcome. So Prabhat will have to chose the side, either he can procure a job in a distant place and live there with Dipti or let her walk away. If they stay in the same city as husband and wife, most of the people will call them, especially him selfish for walking away from a brother who has done the duties of a father.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
real love
Don’t run after the person who makes you feel the second best
makes you feel you are one of the crowd, only one among the rest
never let any one make you feel that you are lesser
than the God’s best creation, because the creator
made you one of a kind, you are your only comparison
you are unique, you cant be replaced by none
look for the person who makes you feel you are priceless
you mean a lot to him, you are a piece of his life
so dear, so precious that without you its lifeless
love always lifts both the hearts above, one that gives
and one that gets it are both blessed and raised
above this world, to kiss the moon, to meet the stars
a love that makes you feel cheap, used, wasted
is not love, it’s a feeling misplaced or wasted
leave it behind, walk a few steps forward
when you will look back you will see it has faded
it has lost its colour, its charm, it is jaded
it is about to drop down to ground and reduce to ashes
makes you feel you are one of the crowd, only one among the rest
never let any one make you feel that you are lesser
than the God’s best creation, because the creator
made you one of a kind, you are your only comparison
you are unique, you cant be replaced by none
look for the person who makes you feel you are priceless
you mean a lot to him, you are a piece of his life
so dear, so precious that without you its lifeless
love always lifts both the hearts above, one that gives
and one that gets it are both blessed and raised
above this world, to kiss the moon, to meet the stars
a love that makes you feel cheap, used, wasted
is not love, it’s a feeling misplaced or wasted
leave it behind, walk a few steps forward
when you will look back you will see it has faded
it has lost its colour, its charm, it is jaded
it is about to drop down to ground and reduce to ashes
life - the teacher
Chitra joined her new office with fear and tension. Her last experience was shattering. She joined a big company with a high hope and appointment letter for a lucrative post.
The next three months she spent there was perfect nightmare, at the end of that she realized two things, first, she does not have the aggressive mindset to make it big, and second she has been taken on a ride, her employers promised her garden of eden but forgot to tell her that they will assess her worthiness but she will have to pay the cost. They forced her to resign and as per the rulebook usurped her salary.
Chitra was almost shattered, the continuous misbehavior of her employees and cold and professional attitude laced with hostility from her colleagues made her apprehensive toward work culture, or office politics.
She tried to get over the pain of losing her dream job and move ahead, the next job she joined was in a very small organization.
Her boss was dream come true. His very behaviour was dreamlike, he never showed her minimum disrespect during her stay with him. But it earned the jealousy of some of his staffs and they started to bother her so much that she changed the job.
She called him up on new year to wish him but some one else picked up the phone and told her that he is hospitalized. She felt as if a thunder has stricken her out of the blue. For the first time she realized that the feeling she thought respect was actually love.
She visited him the very next day and after visiting him she went to his office, and observed every thing in mess. She offered her help and went there every day after her office to help.
A month passed by and both of the crisis were over, then one day one of his very close friends called her up and asked her how much will she charge for the works she has done. She told her that she cant even imagine charging some thing. But the lady on the other side kept insisting, finally chitra told her that she will talk with him personally. She never called him up after that and he never contacted her after returning from nursing home.
That day she realized a harsh truth, one should always keep in mind financial status if one is of marrying mindset. Otherwise that will cause only pain and humiliation.
The next three months she spent there was perfect nightmare, at the end of that she realized two things, first, she does not have the aggressive mindset to make it big, and second she has been taken on a ride, her employers promised her garden of eden but forgot to tell her that they will assess her worthiness but she will have to pay the cost. They forced her to resign and as per the rulebook usurped her salary.
Chitra was almost shattered, the continuous misbehavior of her employees and cold and professional attitude laced with hostility from her colleagues made her apprehensive toward work culture, or office politics.
She tried to get over the pain of losing her dream job and move ahead, the next job she joined was in a very small organization.
Her boss was dream come true. His very behaviour was dreamlike, he never showed her minimum disrespect during her stay with him. But it earned the jealousy of some of his staffs and they started to bother her so much that she changed the job.
She called him up on new year to wish him but some one else picked up the phone and told her that he is hospitalized. She felt as if a thunder has stricken her out of the blue. For the first time she realized that the feeling she thought respect was actually love.
She visited him the very next day and after visiting him she went to his office, and observed every thing in mess. She offered her help and went there every day after her office to help.
A month passed by and both of the crisis were over, then one day one of his very close friends called her up and asked her how much will she charge for the works she has done. She told her that she cant even imagine charging some thing. But the lady on the other side kept insisting, finally chitra told her that she will talk with him personally. She never called him up after that and he never contacted her after returning from nursing home.
That day she realized a harsh truth, one should always keep in mind financial status if one is of marrying mindset. Otherwise that will cause only pain and humiliation.
your eyes
I don’t know you, you don’t know me
yet when you look at me I feel scared
as if you are seeing through me
your eyes are making my soul bared
You don’t talk nor do i
we are just two companions
travelling in the same boat
yet your eyes scare me
the way you silently stare
try to say something
which I cant read though I try
and regret what I am missing
you look at me from across the room
my heart starts to beat faster
my mind stands still
I feel like I am lost in an desert with you
yet when you look at me I feel scared
as if you are seeing through me
your eyes are making my soul bared
You don’t talk nor do i
we are just two companions
travelling in the same boat
yet your eyes scare me
the way you silently stare
try to say something
which I cant read though I try
and regret what I am missing
you look at me from across the room
my heart starts to beat faster
my mind stands still
I feel like I am lost in an desert with you
intruders
These are fellow human beings like you and me, who forget their limits too often. Sometimes unintentionally, and some times deliberately.
With the space crunch in over populated world we cant ignore them like our earlier generations did.
It’s a strange thing which I guess a lot of us have to face, specially those who have an inclination for spiritual side of soul, who are more interested in improving their souls than bodies.
They have two ways of intrusion, once they become sure about your mindset, your lack of interest in materialistic things which may go to the limit of disinterest in conjugal life, they try to drag you to the normal stream. By constantly challenging your point of view about every thing, suspecting every thing about you. Making you feel that they are dead sure that you are a snob, who hides a heinous soul behind a saintly mask. They know you cant protest because after all the motherly colleague has every right to lecture you on not being materialistic or not being eager to get married.
The second is more horrible, these intruders, or I would rather call them bullies try to force their way of life on you. By deliberately using language, or behaviour which will shock you or hurt you. One look at them and you will know that they are enjoying this bullying because they know you cant protest. What is there to protest if a group of your colleagues deliberately start discussing birds and bees the moment you sit down with your lunch box, or follow you to your secluded spots where you are trying to finish a project and start discussing birds and bees among themselves. After all they are not asking you to join.
I wonder how many of us have to face this emotional bullying and intrusion in spheres of life which are not any one’s business but our own. And the bigger question is how do they react or solve it.
With the space crunch in over populated world we cant ignore them like our earlier generations did.
It’s a strange thing which I guess a lot of us have to face, specially those who have an inclination for spiritual side of soul, who are more interested in improving their souls than bodies.
They have two ways of intrusion, once they become sure about your mindset, your lack of interest in materialistic things which may go to the limit of disinterest in conjugal life, they try to drag you to the normal stream. By constantly challenging your point of view about every thing, suspecting every thing about you. Making you feel that they are dead sure that you are a snob, who hides a heinous soul behind a saintly mask. They know you cant protest because after all the motherly colleague has every right to lecture you on not being materialistic or not being eager to get married.
The second is more horrible, these intruders, or I would rather call them bullies try to force their way of life on you. By deliberately using language, or behaviour which will shock you or hurt you. One look at them and you will know that they are enjoying this bullying because they know you cant protest. What is there to protest if a group of your colleagues deliberately start discussing birds and bees the moment you sit down with your lunch box, or follow you to your secluded spots where you are trying to finish a project and start discussing birds and bees among themselves. After all they are not asking you to join.
I wonder how many of us have to face this emotional bullying and intrusion in spheres of life which are not any one’s business but our own. And the bigger question is how do they react or solve it.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
our image
We create our own public image, it’s a big truth. God may have given us a nature, but the image which we create is almost entirely dependent on us and the environment in which we are brought up, a truth which we cant deny.
Our biggest teacher in grooming our public image is society. When we are out in public, that is in school, college or office, we should know that the people who are judging us there are not half as much forgiving as our family members. We can get some genuine chances of self improvement in the world outside our family, if we take them we become a better human being, and if we lose them we become extremely unpopular or may end up lonely, even homophobic.
I have personally noted a few which make people very quickly very unpopular. First one is one of the most common, seemingly harmless but extremely annoying in long run. That is always speaking ill of most of the people we know. This habit is extremely common, but it shows an extreme arrogance and negative mindset of the person. People often shy away from these people, because they are deadly for any one’s mental peace or self confidence. People very naturally think that if he talks ill of every one behind their back its but natural that he will speak ill of me the moment I turn my back on him. Illsayers seal their coffin themselves. These people very soon find out that excluding some very kind, patient people none speaks with them. My suggestion for these people is to realize the simple truth, no one is perfect, we human beings have more vices than virtues. Just like we see faults in others, others also see them in us. They are kind to not point them out, so, we also should try that kindness on others. Unless we see some fault that can be harmful to some one, why point them out? Why ruin some one’s day if we cant make it?
Second one is not as harmless as the first one, but its equally common, I call it garbage truck syndrome, just like an overstuffed garbage truck sometimes spills out the garbage and makes the life of those near it miserable, these people cant check their tendency of venting out their personal frustrations on others. They make the life of those who are nearby them miserable. One fine morning, every thing is flowery and you just happen to encounter them, they either snap at you without any reason or corner you and pour out all their personal miseries till all the flowers are dead in your poor heart. These people should realize one harsh truth, our personal problems are our personal problems, the less we talk about them the better, because 45 percent of the listeners wont listen, fifty percent will laugh or make that their latest gossip topic, hardly one percent will listen and suggest a solution and the remaining four percent will store that in their brain and use it later. Experienced people say that as long as you keep a secret its your slave, the moment you set it free its your master. The same thing happens in case of most of our personal life details.
The third one is nay saying, these people always see the world in negative light, they never see any hope in any thing, especially if it is out of the routine track, and try to spread that feeling to any one near them. Go to them, discussing a new career, new course they will promptly find out half a dozen hindrances, ignoring the assets. Show them a new dress, a new gadget, all they will concentrate is on its setbacks. As a result they are usually avoided by smart and sensitive people. Because we all live with insecurities, and we can hardly tolerate a person on the long run who will aptly point them out to us, and make us even more insecured. The sooner these people realize the truth the better it is for them is its all on the way of looking at a glass half full of milk, one will call it half empty, the other will call it half full. That is the way life is too, here every rose has its thorn. As long as the rose is there no need to count the thorns. Just cherish the flower. Point out the thorns only if the rose is absent.
God may have given us the nature, status and physical appearance, but our public image is made solely by ourselves. And it can be repaired at any point of time, no matter how much we have ruined it before that, if we are sincere we can repair most of the damage if not all.
Again, its our public image by which people usually judge us, a very rare group of people know our true nature, so, its very wise to act accordingly. And the best way is to judge others, and see what we hate in them, and never do it ourselves.
Our biggest teacher in grooming our public image is society. When we are out in public, that is in school, college or office, we should know that the people who are judging us there are not half as much forgiving as our family members. We can get some genuine chances of self improvement in the world outside our family, if we take them we become a better human being, and if we lose them we become extremely unpopular or may end up lonely, even homophobic.
I have personally noted a few which make people very quickly very unpopular. First one is one of the most common, seemingly harmless but extremely annoying in long run. That is always speaking ill of most of the people we know. This habit is extremely common, but it shows an extreme arrogance and negative mindset of the person. People often shy away from these people, because they are deadly for any one’s mental peace or self confidence. People very naturally think that if he talks ill of every one behind their back its but natural that he will speak ill of me the moment I turn my back on him. Illsayers seal their coffin themselves. These people very soon find out that excluding some very kind, patient people none speaks with them. My suggestion for these people is to realize the simple truth, no one is perfect, we human beings have more vices than virtues. Just like we see faults in others, others also see them in us. They are kind to not point them out, so, we also should try that kindness on others. Unless we see some fault that can be harmful to some one, why point them out? Why ruin some one’s day if we cant make it?
Second one is not as harmless as the first one, but its equally common, I call it garbage truck syndrome, just like an overstuffed garbage truck sometimes spills out the garbage and makes the life of those near it miserable, these people cant check their tendency of venting out their personal frustrations on others. They make the life of those who are nearby them miserable. One fine morning, every thing is flowery and you just happen to encounter them, they either snap at you without any reason or corner you and pour out all their personal miseries till all the flowers are dead in your poor heart. These people should realize one harsh truth, our personal problems are our personal problems, the less we talk about them the better, because 45 percent of the listeners wont listen, fifty percent will laugh or make that their latest gossip topic, hardly one percent will listen and suggest a solution and the remaining four percent will store that in their brain and use it later. Experienced people say that as long as you keep a secret its your slave, the moment you set it free its your master. The same thing happens in case of most of our personal life details.
The third one is nay saying, these people always see the world in negative light, they never see any hope in any thing, especially if it is out of the routine track, and try to spread that feeling to any one near them. Go to them, discussing a new career, new course they will promptly find out half a dozen hindrances, ignoring the assets. Show them a new dress, a new gadget, all they will concentrate is on its setbacks. As a result they are usually avoided by smart and sensitive people. Because we all live with insecurities, and we can hardly tolerate a person on the long run who will aptly point them out to us, and make us even more insecured. The sooner these people realize the truth the better it is for them is its all on the way of looking at a glass half full of milk, one will call it half empty, the other will call it half full. That is the way life is too, here every rose has its thorn. As long as the rose is there no need to count the thorns. Just cherish the flower. Point out the thorns only if the rose is absent.
God may have given us the nature, status and physical appearance, but our public image is made solely by ourselves. And it can be repaired at any point of time, no matter how much we have ruined it before that, if we are sincere we can repair most of the damage if not all.
Again, its our public image by which people usually judge us, a very rare group of people know our true nature, so, its very wise to act accordingly. And the best way is to judge others, and see what we hate in them, and never do it ourselves.
lust for love
These people are supposed to be most cherished, because they already cross the half way mark of an affection by being love hungry, they love without discrimination, all they need for a successful relation is reciprocation, but in reality they are either lonely or abused. A rare few of them get a person who matches their wavelength and have a mutual feeling for them.
No two persons are alike, there are various types of human beings, and these people usually crave for affection desperately in a materialistic world, where people have all of a sudden started to measure affection in the yardstick of utility. In their desperate crave for affection these people forget harsh reality. They try to win over the affection of their loved ones at any cost. As a result end up badly exploited or hurt.
Being an unmarried person with lots of patience and time for friends I have had ample opportunity of mixing with these people and trying to sort out the reason why they are hurt again and again in relationships. I have observed a few similarities in most of them.
First is these people think that loving some one with all their heart will make the other person love them. If they keep on trying one day that person will reciprocate. These words look good in books but in reality they should try some thing else, my mind says if they really love some one they should first judge that whether they can have that person or not, if yes, they should befriend that person and before falling madly in love with that person clarify her stand. Whether or not she is least interested in having such an relationship with him. Even if two persons are completely compatible to each other, that hardly means that they can fall in love with each other. The loveaholics should understand one thing very clearly mutual love is as rare as a diamond. Most of the affections in this world are one sided.
Second is they think losing love means end of the world, it is not that way. It does not proves that their love was inferior, it simply means that they were not meant for each other. These people often take relationships far more seriously than it is for their dignity. They mix up failure in relationships with failure in life or commitment. As a result they try to make a relationship work at the cost of their dignity, happiness, well being and some times ethics. They forget to teach us one important lesson that is, being stuck in an abusive relationship takes us nowhere, its better to leave it behind and look for a person who will give us the joy and happiness we need and deserve.
Third is gift or money cant procure love, in the contrary it may attract greedy people. If they want to lavish their lovers they should rather go for simple, beautiful but not too costly things in initial stages, to test if they measure things by money. Say, for example, a genuine person will be overwhelmed if her lover brings her a rose every day, or never fails to bring a chocolate or small gifts like a pen, or a memento for her once in a while, but a greedy person will most probably not be content with such things, and move on for greener pastures. So, as they are looking for love, they should be sure that the person they love is also looking for the same. If they don’t throw some simple tests they may turn into the emotional slaves of some one who is not even remotely interested in his affection. I have seen too many examples of this, where people don’t take even blunt hints about the real target of their object of affection. People who use others usually don’t have much time to spend after a single relationship, they usually test how much they can extract from that person in a very well-planned and rapid speed and take the decision. There is nothing to feel bad if some one has fallen victim to these people, even the wisest people sometimes fall for cunning charm. The best thing they can do is to discard them the moment they know their real face.
I have observed these things more minutely in literature, especially in Of human bondage by Somerset Maugham, that story taught me an invaluable lesson, that some people are born to love and some others are there to exploit them. But to my greatest joy the hero found the reciprocation of his love in the end in some one else. I often suggest sensitive and loving people to read this novel at least once. This book is a great teacher of human relationships.
No two persons are alike, there are various types of human beings, and these people usually crave for affection desperately in a materialistic world, where people have all of a sudden started to measure affection in the yardstick of utility. In their desperate crave for affection these people forget harsh reality. They try to win over the affection of their loved ones at any cost. As a result end up badly exploited or hurt.
Being an unmarried person with lots of patience and time for friends I have had ample opportunity of mixing with these people and trying to sort out the reason why they are hurt again and again in relationships. I have observed a few similarities in most of them.
First is these people think that loving some one with all their heart will make the other person love them. If they keep on trying one day that person will reciprocate. These words look good in books but in reality they should try some thing else, my mind says if they really love some one they should first judge that whether they can have that person or not, if yes, they should befriend that person and before falling madly in love with that person clarify her stand. Whether or not she is least interested in having such an relationship with him. Even if two persons are completely compatible to each other, that hardly means that they can fall in love with each other. The loveaholics should understand one thing very clearly mutual love is as rare as a diamond. Most of the affections in this world are one sided.
Second is they think losing love means end of the world, it is not that way. It does not proves that their love was inferior, it simply means that they were not meant for each other. These people often take relationships far more seriously than it is for their dignity. They mix up failure in relationships with failure in life or commitment. As a result they try to make a relationship work at the cost of their dignity, happiness, well being and some times ethics. They forget to teach us one important lesson that is, being stuck in an abusive relationship takes us nowhere, its better to leave it behind and look for a person who will give us the joy and happiness we need and deserve.
Third is gift or money cant procure love, in the contrary it may attract greedy people. If they want to lavish their lovers they should rather go for simple, beautiful but not too costly things in initial stages, to test if they measure things by money. Say, for example, a genuine person will be overwhelmed if her lover brings her a rose every day, or never fails to bring a chocolate or small gifts like a pen, or a memento for her once in a while, but a greedy person will most probably not be content with such things, and move on for greener pastures. So, as they are looking for love, they should be sure that the person they love is also looking for the same. If they don’t throw some simple tests they may turn into the emotional slaves of some one who is not even remotely interested in his affection. I have seen too many examples of this, where people don’t take even blunt hints about the real target of their object of affection. People who use others usually don’t have much time to spend after a single relationship, they usually test how much they can extract from that person in a very well-planned and rapid speed and take the decision. There is nothing to feel bad if some one has fallen victim to these people, even the wisest people sometimes fall for cunning charm. The best thing they can do is to discard them the moment they know their real face.
I have observed these things more minutely in literature, especially in Of human bondage by Somerset Maugham, that story taught me an invaluable lesson, that some people are born to love and some others are there to exploit them. But to my greatest joy the hero found the reciprocation of his love in the end in some one else. I often suggest sensitive and loving people to read this novel at least once. This book is a great teacher of human relationships.
imitation is suicide
Mrs. Gupta stifled her laughter applying her full strength when Lucy passed by them, she took enough care to stop for a while and chat with them in halting English, in the meanwhile showing them her new pair of jeans and costly top, which looked horrible on her. She told her goodbye but not without forgetting to let them know that it has been imported from Singapore.
The moment she disappeared from the vision of their view the w3 that is wicked3 smirked at each other.
Mrs. Ghosh calmly commented, “She was quite alright when she was herself, not trying to become Trina.”
Mrs. Dutta added, “Why does not this poor girl understands, or some one does not tells her that she cant become Trina, they belong to two different spheres.”
Lucy aka Lekha, as she was known before her marriage to Prabir was the center of their joke. Prabir was in love with Trina but they could not marry because his family did not approved Trina, and Prabir knew his family will make her life nightmare if he marries her against their will so he watched her walk away forever.
When his family chose Lekha as his bride he just simply married her and after that started to live as a bachelor again. He pretended as if he was not married at all.
His mother started to blame Lekha that she does not have the power to win over her husband’s love. Due to her constant goading Lekha’s life became miserable and she started to hate Trina with all her heart.
She belonged to a family which was more interested in teaching girls how to become good home maker, hence she never even touched a news paper or read a book outside her curriculum.
Whereas Trina belonged to a family with deep root in cultural activity, hence her world was surrounded by book, music and art. As a result she had a bending toward the spiritual self. She lived in this world but some how was not touched by the evil of this world, every one who came near her could feel that strange aura.
Getting tired of her husband’s coldness and mother in law’s hostility Lekha started to spy on Trina, who unfortunately lived just near her, she befriended her using her naïve nature and started to copy every thing she did. Her way of talking, her appearance, her hobbies blindly. She became so obsessed with copying her that she crossed every limit, she used to befriend her friends behind her back and talk ill of her, blaming her falsely that she is still not over with her husband and that is the reason her husband ignores her.
But as it happens in small communities her games were caught within a short span of time and she ended up feeling like a fool. Prabir distanced himself even more when he came to know the things she has been doing.
The moment she disappeared from the vision of their view the w3 that is wicked3 smirked at each other.
Mrs. Ghosh calmly commented, “She was quite alright when she was herself, not trying to become Trina.”
Mrs. Dutta added, “Why does not this poor girl understands, or some one does not tells her that she cant become Trina, they belong to two different spheres.”
Lucy aka Lekha, as she was known before her marriage to Prabir was the center of their joke. Prabir was in love with Trina but they could not marry because his family did not approved Trina, and Prabir knew his family will make her life nightmare if he marries her against their will so he watched her walk away forever.
When his family chose Lekha as his bride he just simply married her and after that started to live as a bachelor again. He pretended as if he was not married at all.
His mother started to blame Lekha that she does not have the power to win over her husband’s love. Due to her constant goading Lekha’s life became miserable and she started to hate Trina with all her heart.
She belonged to a family which was more interested in teaching girls how to become good home maker, hence she never even touched a news paper or read a book outside her curriculum.
Whereas Trina belonged to a family with deep root in cultural activity, hence her world was surrounded by book, music and art. As a result she had a bending toward the spiritual self. She lived in this world but some how was not touched by the evil of this world, every one who came near her could feel that strange aura.
Getting tired of her husband’s coldness and mother in law’s hostility Lekha started to spy on Trina, who unfortunately lived just near her, she befriended her using her naïve nature and started to copy every thing she did. Her way of talking, her appearance, her hobbies blindly. She became so obsessed with copying her that she crossed every limit, she used to befriend her friends behind her back and talk ill of her, blaming her falsely that she is still not over with her husband and that is the reason her husband ignores her.
But as it happens in small communities her games were caught within a short span of time and she ended up feeling like a fool. Prabir distanced himself even more when he came to know the things she has been doing.
gone moments
When we deal with others, we forget this invaluable lesson. That once a thing has happened, and the results has come out, its very hard to return to the position zero.
So, I personally think that when it comes to make others happy we should do it as soon as possible and when it comes to hurt others, we should try to take as long time as possible. The first thing should be done spontaneously and the second thing preferably when you are pushed into a corner.
Lucky and wise people always act slowly, and try to keep their negative passions under control, especially their tongue. We can often note it in elder persons, or more matured persons, that they keep their inner belief to themselves, and in company of a crowd they act neutral, and mostly they prefer the role of spectator, of course maintaining their ethics.
The zeal and passion of youth often ignores their maturity and thinks that they want to please every body, actually that may not be the truth. Its quite possible that they maintain the role of a silent observer because they have seen too many irreparable wounds caused by hasty actions. They know, once you wound some one by an unfair action, its tough to repair that wound. So before taking any side or harsh decision, they try to avoid it to the maximum length.
We cant mend a broken heart, or bring back a dead person to life, so, lets not do any thing in haste for which we will regret forever.
When it comes to the other part, that is making others happy, we should do it as soon as possible, because who has seen tomorrow? If you like some one, never hide it from him or her, if you love some one be brave enough to clearly show it. If you like some thing in some one go ahead and say it, of course I am not asking you to approach strangers, and tell them that they are looking gorgeous, or that you are falling in love with them, I am talking about your close people.
Some times we lose a relationship just out of our shyness, I have once read a story which really brought tears to my eyes, it was a point to point description of a guy’s relationship with his best friend, a friend he loved with all his heart since his school days, till her last breath, and when she died he received her diary, in that it was clearly written that if he had asked her hand in her school days, she would have given it without a second thought. They both lost each other just because of shyness.
I have once heard a real story, in that a guy used to commute by metro railway every day, every day he used to meet a dazzling girl, every day he used to think that he will approach her, his friends got tired of coaxing him to do it, then the girl disappeared for a fortnight, and returned, when the guy looked at her face he saw that her hair was decked with vermillion.
Showing our affection, love and appreciation or admiration for a thing does not shows our weakness, it gives us a chance to make others happy, or may be it gives us a chance to make ourselves happy too.
Once we part our ways from a person or thing, its really tough to get back, so, its really smart to act while we are still on the stage. Why wait for later?
So, I personally think that when it comes to make others happy we should do it as soon as possible and when it comes to hurt others, we should try to take as long time as possible. The first thing should be done spontaneously and the second thing preferably when you are pushed into a corner.
Lucky and wise people always act slowly, and try to keep their negative passions under control, especially their tongue. We can often note it in elder persons, or more matured persons, that they keep their inner belief to themselves, and in company of a crowd they act neutral, and mostly they prefer the role of spectator, of course maintaining their ethics.
The zeal and passion of youth often ignores their maturity and thinks that they want to please every body, actually that may not be the truth. Its quite possible that they maintain the role of a silent observer because they have seen too many irreparable wounds caused by hasty actions. They know, once you wound some one by an unfair action, its tough to repair that wound. So before taking any side or harsh decision, they try to avoid it to the maximum length.
We cant mend a broken heart, or bring back a dead person to life, so, lets not do any thing in haste for which we will regret forever.
When it comes to the other part, that is making others happy, we should do it as soon as possible, because who has seen tomorrow? If you like some one, never hide it from him or her, if you love some one be brave enough to clearly show it. If you like some thing in some one go ahead and say it, of course I am not asking you to approach strangers, and tell them that they are looking gorgeous, or that you are falling in love with them, I am talking about your close people.
Some times we lose a relationship just out of our shyness, I have once read a story which really brought tears to my eyes, it was a point to point description of a guy’s relationship with his best friend, a friend he loved with all his heart since his school days, till her last breath, and when she died he received her diary, in that it was clearly written that if he had asked her hand in her school days, she would have given it without a second thought. They both lost each other just because of shyness.
I have once heard a real story, in that a guy used to commute by metro railway every day, every day he used to meet a dazzling girl, every day he used to think that he will approach her, his friends got tired of coaxing him to do it, then the girl disappeared for a fortnight, and returned, when the guy looked at her face he saw that her hair was decked with vermillion.
Showing our affection, love and appreciation or admiration for a thing does not shows our weakness, it gives us a chance to make others happy, or may be it gives us a chance to make ourselves happy too.
Once we part our ways from a person or thing, its really tough to get back, so, its really smart to act while we are still on the stage. Why wait for later?
a flower
A flower God called me when he placed me inside my mom,
A flower angels called me when they came down to see me
every night while I waited for the day to come
when I will see the sunlight and feel the breeze
feel my mother’s kiss, her touch, her caresses all over me
I opened my eyes and heard a whisper
a girl again, I saw tears in my mother’s eyes
anger on my father’s face as he scooped me up from
her side, and took me out in the cold, dark
he laid me down in the road and left in the dark
I laid there crying till I felt a touch, a soft touch
like my mom, like the angels, like God
I saw a stranger holding me close
and whispering in a voice oh so sweet
who left this baby doll, a bunch of flower here…
A flower angels called me when they came down to see me
every night while I waited for the day to come
when I will see the sunlight and feel the breeze
feel my mother’s kiss, her touch, her caresses all over me
I opened my eyes and heard a whisper
a girl again, I saw tears in my mother’s eyes
anger on my father’s face as he scooped me up from
her side, and took me out in the cold, dark
he laid me down in the road and left in the dark
I laid there crying till I felt a touch, a soft touch
like my mom, like the angels, like God
I saw a stranger holding me close
and whispering in a voice oh so sweet
who left this baby doll, a bunch of flower here…
mystery footsteps
Its an incident back from the days when I was 15 or 16 years old, I always share it with my friends to show how we sometimes confuse very natural things with supernatural. From my early childhood I was extremely scared of all the things that go bumping in the night. I used to gobble up all the ghost stories I could lay my hands on like a hungry wolf and after that used to lie awake till midnight, thinking of all the horror creatures a person can imagine, thinking that they have flocked around my bed and are waiting for me to close my eyes so they could pounce on me.
My early childhood was in small houses crowded up with my five siblings, parents and pets but when I was sixteen my family decided to move into our ancestral home. It was a huge, spacious two story building with big courtyard, garden, pond and whole lot of decades old trees which were left to grow as per their wish. Just to make it the very perfect dwelling place of my beloved creatures. There were hand counted persons in that household, and the wiring was too old to provide sufficient light to every nook and cranny. There was more shadow than light, and frequent power cuts made the environment even more eerie.
To add up to the glory our puja room was on the 2nd floor, the only room in the 2nd floor, with two amply big roof on either side. I used to go there every evening with my siblings for sandhyarati. One day I accompanied my sister, I have not changed to fresh clothes which is essential before entering pujaroom, so I was standing outside the room. I was waiting for my sister to finish sandhyarati and come out so we could go downstairs. The stair was crowded with unused furniture. It was completely dark as there was no electricity line in that stair. We had all its steps memorized, so we never needed an electric light there, instead we used to come with a torch or candle, which was inside the room with her at that time.
As I was standing outside the door, I heard distinct footsteps, no like all cowards, I too am extremely meticulous about things to panic about. I never panic without ample rhyme or reason, so I heard with bated breath and to my horror those steps were really sounding. Every single step was distinct, the steps came to the corner, after turning which it will just be face to face with me, I inhaled deeply and peeped from this side of the wall and saw no one. I almost felt that I will have a heart attack and jumped right inside the puja room without giving a hoot to sanctity. My sister laughed a lot and we both came downstairs.
A few years later, I have become a lot more older and braver, hence it was not possible for my ego to allow me to ask some one to accompany me while I roam around the home doing chores. This deepawali evening, I was on the top floor alone, placing candles on the roof, the only person present in the home was my mom, in the kitchen in ground floor. When all of a sudden the electricity went away. As I was just about to go downstairs after completing the affair, I heard the same footsteps again slowly ascending the stairs step by step. I just stood there frozen, thinking, may be last time it did not harmed me because I was with my sister, and was just outside the puja room. What if it attacks me now. I just stood there with chill running down my spine. The steps came slowly up and stopped exactly where they have stopped last time.
I waited for a few second and then just ran like a bulldozer to the ground floor, I saw my mother on her 1st floor bedroom while I was sitting in the courtyard panting. All of a sudden some wisdom seeped in, and I asked her to confirm that she has gone upstairs exactly at the same time when I was hearing those footsteps. And I realized for the first time, that those stairs were made in a strange manner, so that the sound of footstep of a person is echoed in the story above. That night too, some body must have gone to 1st floor from ground floor when I was standing outside the puja room and the footsteps must have sounded just like they did on the second night.
I believe most of the ghost stories in this world have similar origins.
My early childhood was in small houses crowded up with my five siblings, parents and pets but when I was sixteen my family decided to move into our ancestral home. It was a huge, spacious two story building with big courtyard, garden, pond and whole lot of decades old trees which were left to grow as per their wish. Just to make it the very perfect dwelling place of my beloved creatures. There were hand counted persons in that household, and the wiring was too old to provide sufficient light to every nook and cranny. There was more shadow than light, and frequent power cuts made the environment even more eerie.
To add up to the glory our puja room was on the 2nd floor, the only room in the 2nd floor, with two amply big roof on either side. I used to go there every evening with my siblings for sandhyarati. One day I accompanied my sister, I have not changed to fresh clothes which is essential before entering pujaroom, so I was standing outside the room. I was waiting for my sister to finish sandhyarati and come out so we could go downstairs. The stair was crowded with unused furniture. It was completely dark as there was no electricity line in that stair. We had all its steps memorized, so we never needed an electric light there, instead we used to come with a torch or candle, which was inside the room with her at that time.
As I was standing outside the door, I heard distinct footsteps, no like all cowards, I too am extremely meticulous about things to panic about. I never panic without ample rhyme or reason, so I heard with bated breath and to my horror those steps were really sounding. Every single step was distinct, the steps came to the corner, after turning which it will just be face to face with me, I inhaled deeply and peeped from this side of the wall and saw no one. I almost felt that I will have a heart attack and jumped right inside the puja room without giving a hoot to sanctity. My sister laughed a lot and we both came downstairs.
A few years later, I have become a lot more older and braver, hence it was not possible for my ego to allow me to ask some one to accompany me while I roam around the home doing chores. This deepawali evening, I was on the top floor alone, placing candles on the roof, the only person present in the home was my mom, in the kitchen in ground floor. When all of a sudden the electricity went away. As I was just about to go downstairs after completing the affair, I heard the same footsteps again slowly ascending the stairs step by step. I just stood there frozen, thinking, may be last time it did not harmed me because I was with my sister, and was just outside the puja room. What if it attacks me now. I just stood there with chill running down my spine. The steps came slowly up and stopped exactly where they have stopped last time.
I waited for a few second and then just ran like a bulldozer to the ground floor, I saw my mother on her 1st floor bedroom while I was sitting in the courtyard panting. All of a sudden some wisdom seeped in, and I asked her to confirm that she has gone upstairs exactly at the same time when I was hearing those footsteps. And I realized for the first time, that those stairs were made in a strange manner, so that the sound of footstep of a person is echoed in the story above. That night too, some body must have gone to 1st floor from ground floor when I was standing outside the puja room and the footsteps must have sounded just like they did on the second night.
I believe most of the ghost stories in this world have similar origins.
A small hand
11.12.08
My papa sent me off to big town to earn some money for my home
where my baby siblings and mom were waiting helplessly for the alms
which I and my papa earn working day and night
working like a pair of robots, round the clock without least respite
I saw no love in my master’s eyes, he only shouted and screamed
he only made me work, never letting me play or read like his children did
nor did he gave me candies or dresses when he brought for them
never did I felt their caring hands on my burning forehead when I was sick
my days started with the crow and ended when the world slept
my food was your left over, my clothe was your neglect
I grew up hating the world because it scorned when I wept
then life changed, my toils brought my harvest
one day I was sitting on my porche when you came
begging for a job or a handful of food for your family
you did not recognized me, but you looked the same
I called my servant, asked him to feed you and your family
My papa sent me off to big town to earn some money for my home
where my baby siblings and mom were waiting helplessly for the alms
which I and my papa earn working day and night
working like a pair of robots, round the clock without least respite
I saw no love in my master’s eyes, he only shouted and screamed
he only made me work, never letting me play or read like his children did
nor did he gave me candies or dresses when he brought for them
never did I felt their caring hands on my burning forehead when I was sick
my days started with the crow and ended when the world slept
my food was your left over, my clothe was your neglect
I grew up hating the world because it scorned when I wept
then life changed, my toils brought my harvest
one day I was sitting on my porche when you came
begging for a job or a handful of food for your family
you did not recognized me, but you looked the same
I called my servant, asked him to feed you and your family
a little prayer
Mother please teach me to love all your children
unless they break my heart and cause me too much pain
teach me to forgive, if not then forget and never detest
the faults and failings of others, and help me to be my best
make me always remember one golden fact, truth, rule
whatever I do, wherever I go, no matter how much I try
you will always be there to see me, to guide me, to hold me
I can hide from every one but cant hide from you and me
Give me the strength to be honest, simple and brave
give me the power to shed my pretensions, evil and cunningness
fill my heart with love for you, all your children and also kindness
fill my soul with blind faith for you and your justice
so that I don’t waste my precious hours hating others
looking for a revenge, or trying to settle my scores
in place of that I spend my hours relishing your glory in abandon
and waiting for your justice to come down and do what must be done
unless they break my heart and cause me too much pain
teach me to forgive, if not then forget and never detest
the faults and failings of others, and help me to be my best
make me always remember one golden fact, truth, rule
whatever I do, wherever I go, no matter how much I try
you will always be there to see me, to guide me, to hold me
I can hide from every one but cant hide from you and me
Give me the strength to be honest, simple and brave
give me the power to shed my pretensions, evil and cunningness
fill my heart with love for you, all your children and also kindness
fill my soul with blind faith for you and your justice
so that I don’t waste my precious hours hating others
looking for a revenge, or trying to settle my scores
in place of that I spend my hours relishing your glory in abandon
and waiting for your justice to come down and do what must be done
a flower
Make me a flower as brave as a lotus in a pond
that is surrounded by snakes and origins from mud
yet it is holy and divine, unspoiled and serene and pure
shining in its own glory, knowing its place at your feet is for sure
fill me up with the fragrance of a jasmine and let it spread
around me to soothe every soul which comes near me
make my presence full of love and tenderness to soothe the hatred
that is overcoming the heart of your children in a great spree
that is surrounded by snakes and origins from mud
yet it is holy and divine, unspoiled and serene and pure
shining in its own glory, knowing its place at your feet is for sure
fill me up with the fragrance of a jasmine and let it spread
around me to soothe every soul which comes near me
make my presence full of love and tenderness to soothe the hatred
that is overcoming the heart of your children in a great spree
A brook
7.12.08
Life is a brook, a river heading for ocean
it flows through different terrains
the deserts, the woods, the mountains the plains
all come and go, but the river flows unrestrained
like her the life flows through success, failure
love, hurt, death, birth in all galore
just like a river cant stop for a rock, a stone,
life cant stop for a wound, a loss, a pain
river have to go through all the hues to meet its ocean
life has to clear all its earthly due to meet god, its destination
it has to go through all the ups and downs curves and turn
it has to paint its blank canvas with a picture lovely and serene
Life is a brook, a river heading for ocean
it flows through different terrains
the deserts, the woods, the mountains the plains
all come and go, but the river flows unrestrained
like her the life flows through success, failure
love, hurt, death, birth in all galore
just like a river cant stop for a rock, a stone,
life cant stop for a wound, a loss, a pain
river have to go through all the hues to meet its ocean
life has to clear all its earthly due to meet god, its destination
it has to go through all the ups and downs curves and turn
it has to paint its blank canvas with a picture lovely and serene
disrespect..a killer of relations
Disrespect, lack of courtesy, manners etc is one of the main reasons why good relationships go awry.
When we love someone, or someone loves us, we think every thing is ok. But that’s not the case, we may not need to be formal to him, but still we should be respectful to him.
Love or affection should never be taken for granted, we should always keep in mind that our best friends or spouse deserve the best behaviour from us, because they mean a lot to us, and we should never lose a chance to show that.
We may not push him a chair before sitting ourselves or fetch him water in tray, but we cant look down upon him or make fun of him (if he is sensitive) or insult him (this I think in any case, even if he takes it sportingly we just cant insult a person if we call ourselves his friend).
I believe the more we care for a person, the more respectful we will be toward him. Squabble is something else, because the closer the relation is the greater are the possibilities of tiff. After all, we snap at people we feel safe with. We don’t go around quarrelling with strangers who will punch us promptly. But we should never cross the border between respect and insult.
Our elders often used to say, that a king cant be the friend of a pauper. There will be no respect in that relationship, the king will make and break his poor friend as per his pleasure or wrath.
This most probably explains the fact that a relationship without respect does not lasts for long. They must have been hinting toward the eternal truth, that the friendship between two too unequal persons can only bring pain. So, if one wants a relationship full of love and respect, one should choose his friends with care. Too much difference often hampers a relationship, because disrespect creeps in. And no relationship can last for long without mutual respect.
When we love someone, or someone loves us, we think every thing is ok. But that’s not the case, we may not need to be formal to him, but still we should be respectful to him.
Love or affection should never be taken for granted, we should always keep in mind that our best friends or spouse deserve the best behaviour from us, because they mean a lot to us, and we should never lose a chance to show that.
We may not push him a chair before sitting ourselves or fetch him water in tray, but we cant look down upon him or make fun of him (if he is sensitive) or insult him (this I think in any case, even if he takes it sportingly we just cant insult a person if we call ourselves his friend).
I believe the more we care for a person, the more respectful we will be toward him. Squabble is something else, because the closer the relation is the greater are the possibilities of tiff. After all, we snap at people we feel safe with. We don’t go around quarrelling with strangers who will punch us promptly. But we should never cross the border between respect and insult.
Our elders often used to say, that a king cant be the friend of a pauper. There will be no respect in that relationship, the king will make and break his poor friend as per his pleasure or wrath.
This most probably explains the fact that a relationship without respect does not lasts for long. They must have been hinting toward the eternal truth, that the friendship between two too unequal persons can only bring pain. So, if one wants a relationship full of love and respect, one should choose his friends with care. Too much difference often hampers a relationship, because disrespect creeps in. And no relationship can last for long without mutual respect.
being happy
Being happy is the goal of almost all human beings. We only take up different measures for it, follow different paths to achieve this ultimate goal.
Some of us look for it in the companionship of God, human beings, animal or nature. Some of us look for it in literature, music or art. Some in materialistic pleasures, and some in harmful things which ultimately cause them harm.
Every human being has a complete right to live a happy and peaceful life. But these two things are hardest to get. Yet, if a person trains himself he can get these two jewels if not completely then adequately, enough to make him content.
We all try to be happy and live in peace but forget that every thing has its own price, and we have to pay it sooner or later, nothing comes for free. To be happy we have to take care of few things, like……
If we want to be happy we should take care that we don’t make others unhappy, at least we should not spread misery unnecessarily. We cant be happy if every one around us is miserable or unhappy. Happiness is a light which must be shared with others to keep it glowing.
If we want to be happy in the long run, then we will have to judge that whether or not the method of happiness is correct. That is, is there any possibility that the thing which is making us happy now will cause us pain in future, or may cast shadow on our future happiness or peace. Like if we indulge ourselves to shopping spree today, without caring about the budget it may starve us at the end of the month.
We should always be prepared for some unnecessarily raised eyebrows or harsh criticism for being so happy. Some will only raise their eyebrows and others will move a few more steps and try to make us feel guilty for being so happy, while they are not. That is, in clear words try to make us unhappy as they are not happy and don’t prefer others to be. This is the biggest challenge, which one can face while pursuing happiness or peace. Its very tough to be nonchalant to these people, because their unhappiness is infectious. So, the best way is to first try to make them happy and if you fail in that, it is best to avoid them as much as you can. And when you are forced to be with them act like lotus, let their misery roll down your petals like water and glow in your full glory.
We should never forget that with every joy comes a responsibility. Responsibility towards ourselves, and the society and above all to God, our conscience. If we keep this truth in mind we will never lose.
Some of us look for it in the companionship of God, human beings, animal or nature. Some of us look for it in literature, music or art. Some in materialistic pleasures, and some in harmful things which ultimately cause them harm.
Every human being has a complete right to live a happy and peaceful life. But these two things are hardest to get. Yet, if a person trains himself he can get these two jewels if not completely then adequately, enough to make him content.
We all try to be happy and live in peace but forget that every thing has its own price, and we have to pay it sooner or later, nothing comes for free. To be happy we have to take care of few things, like……
If we want to be happy we should take care that we don’t make others unhappy, at least we should not spread misery unnecessarily. We cant be happy if every one around us is miserable or unhappy. Happiness is a light which must be shared with others to keep it glowing.
If we want to be happy in the long run, then we will have to judge that whether or not the method of happiness is correct. That is, is there any possibility that the thing which is making us happy now will cause us pain in future, or may cast shadow on our future happiness or peace. Like if we indulge ourselves to shopping spree today, without caring about the budget it may starve us at the end of the month.
We should always be prepared for some unnecessarily raised eyebrows or harsh criticism for being so happy. Some will only raise their eyebrows and others will move a few more steps and try to make us feel guilty for being so happy, while they are not. That is, in clear words try to make us unhappy as they are not happy and don’t prefer others to be. This is the biggest challenge, which one can face while pursuing happiness or peace. Its very tough to be nonchalant to these people, because their unhappiness is infectious. So, the best way is to first try to make them happy and if you fail in that, it is best to avoid them as much as you can. And when you are forced to be with them act like lotus, let their misery roll down your petals like water and glow in your full glory.
We should never forget that with every joy comes a responsibility. Responsibility towards ourselves, and the society and above all to God, our conscience. If we keep this truth in mind we will never lose.
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