Deepak almost had an heart attack when he slipped on the water and dropped the beautiful flower vase, the loud crash brought his new mistress out. She stood there staring at those broken pieces and then at the small boy shaking with fear.
The first words that came out of her mouth were, “Stand where you are”. Then she went back to the room and brought two of her slippers placed them before the boy and asked him to put them on.
Deepak did not knew who his parents were, he has been living in the orphanage since his first memory, Mr. Yadav used to feed them as little as possible and make them work all day. And after crossing the age of ten years they were sent to different houses as servants.
Its been more than three years of toil for Deepak, he has changed atleast five homes because he never took beatings for long, and used to run away or hit back. After changing five homes he was finally placed in the home of Dr. Bose. Dr. Jayanta Bose’s family consisted of him, his wife Mira, his mother Mrinalini and his school going daughter Rima.
This time before sending him Mr. Yadav has told him that he will either kill him or throw him out of the orphanage if he returns again or is sent back.
The first day has passed without any event, they did not asked him to do any thing, today when he woke up Rimadidi asked him to come to garden with her, arranged the flower vase and asked him to place it on the centre table, he did not noticed the water on the floor as he was engrossed in the flowers, and caused the catastrophe.
He was standing outside the door, tears rolling down from his small cheek when Mira came out after giving the maid the instruction for cleaning up the mess. She thought that the child is hurt and hurriedly inspected his hands and legs, when she saw that he is not hurt she gently hugged him and wiped out his tears.
She took him inside and fed him the breakfast, after that she went to the market with him and brought new clothes and books for him. In the evening her mother in law started to teach him all the subjects. He was enrolled in a nearby school in the next session, even though all the wasted years of childhood took its price but the Boses took care of his present. He slowly started to shine as a student and player.
A couple of years later Dr. Bose placed him in a residential school before they shifted to USA. Deepak grew up and became a very efficient surgeon. One day when he was entering his chamber he heard that a woman has been admitted in a critical condition.
When he was entering the operation theatre he saw to elderly persons sitting outside the theatre, even though they were very shabbily dressed he instantly recognized them, and his belief was confirmed when he saw the patient lying on table.
The elderly person approached him after he came out with tears in his eyes, and pleaded that he cant pay for the expenses of the operation or the money required for recovery. Deepak asked them to accompany him to his cabin, he made them sit down and asked them about themselves.
They narrated a painful story of betrayal, they were Dr. Bose and his family alright, after shifting to USA they became friends with another family, they married Rima to their son back in India, their son in law drained them off their last penny on pretext of starting a new business and disappeared.
Dr. Bose returned to India and tried to start a practice in India but he could earn very little, hardly enough to feed his family. Rima was a little autistic so it was not possible for her to help in any way. She worked in a nursery school as a teacher earning a petty sum. To add up to the misery she met a horrible accident while returning last night.
Deepak listened to the entire story and after that asked them if they can recognize him, when they failed to recognize him he went and touched their feet, and introduced himself.
He took both of them to his home, his wife opened the door with a small toddler clinging to her leg, he asked her to touch the feet of his parents and she came forward with a smile on her lips.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
being in good spirit..
Any man may be in good spirits and good temper when he’s well dressed. There aint much credit in that.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Manner of protesting
I personally believe that the true nature of a person is identified by the way he protests. You will see it if you observe people around you keenly. There are people who don’t say a word until they are pushed in a corner, and there are people who get nasty if their mistakes are rectified by some one. For example you can say there are people who silently bear the blaring of microphone right outside their window throughout the night, and there are people who beat them up who dare to protest about that nuisance.
Or we can talk about Bittu, he has not studied much, his favourite past time is he hangs around all the joints in locality and scrutinizes all the people who pass by minding their own businesses. His best friends are the persons of same profession as him, mostly jobless or petty workers, working for small payments.
If he sees some one smartly dressed or happy or confident some thing fumes inside him, he sneers at them and passes snide remarks. Tries to make them feel guilty for their superiority or happiness. If he sees some lady well dressed up his first remark is that woman is going for a date, if he sees a guy listening to music in his ear phone his pat remark is he is deaf, and that is his hearing aid. He calls it his way of protesting against moral corruption. He eagerly joins all kind of protest and is a snap away from vandalism, always. It takes a raindrop to make him violent.
Or we can talk about Prema, she is always dead confident that whatever she is saying is correct, if you try to talk against her opinion, she will either lose her temper and become rude or quarrel with you. As a result most of the people fall silent the moment she opens her mouth and leave her vicinity or sit beside her in dumb silence making her even more confident that she is right and everyone else is fool.
If we watch around us we will see that not only individual human beings like bittu, but societies also often act this way. Like, there are politicians, religious leaders, business men, muscle men who crush down all the possible threats to their existence, there are even more arrogant ones who crush down any thing they don’t like. Without even bothering to think about giving their victims the minimum human right.
Or we can talk about Bittu, he has not studied much, his favourite past time is he hangs around all the joints in locality and scrutinizes all the people who pass by minding their own businesses. His best friends are the persons of same profession as him, mostly jobless or petty workers, working for small payments.
If he sees some one smartly dressed or happy or confident some thing fumes inside him, he sneers at them and passes snide remarks. Tries to make them feel guilty for their superiority or happiness. If he sees some lady well dressed up his first remark is that woman is going for a date, if he sees a guy listening to music in his ear phone his pat remark is he is deaf, and that is his hearing aid. He calls it his way of protesting against moral corruption. He eagerly joins all kind of protest and is a snap away from vandalism, always. It takes a raindrop to make him violent.
Or we can talk about Prema, she is always dead confident that whatever she is saying is correct, if you try to talk against her opinion, she will either lose her temper and become rude or quarrel with you. As a result most of the people fall silent the moment she opens her mouth and leave her vicinity or sit beside her in dumb silence making her even more confident that she is right and everyone else is fool.
If we watch around us we will see that not only individual human beings like bittu, but societies also often act this way. Like, there are politicians, religious leaders, business men, muscle men who crush down all the possible threats to their existence, there are even more arrogant ones who crush down any thing they don’t like. Without even bothering to think about giving their victims the minimum human right.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
wiping away a heritage
The way we Indians are letting our old assets waste away is an intellectual suicide. One visit to museum or national library will prove the story. There are so many things which are being wasted there, which should not have been done. One visit to the Kolkata museum can leave you fuming. I was a regular visitor of museum till I fell in clutches of a drunk supervisor, I was reading an sms inside the museum and he lectured me for more than one hour. After that, I never dared to visit museum alone, which means I did not went there at all. During that last visit too I saw numbers of priceless antiques lying under the sun and shower getiing ruined. May be this is what happens when every civilisation dies, india has reached its extreme during Middle Ages now it’s the downward swing of the pendulum. But somewhere in the horizon I can feel the changes coming. Changing of human beings toward a better world.
Any way, at present my main heartache is the way our old literature is dying due to negligence of our educated people, by educated I mean those people who have vast knowledge in our ancient literature and have the capacity of translating them to English or hindi.
Well, I have been an avid reader since my childhood, in the long span of my reading history I have read hundreds of books. But lately I don’t have money or time to go to libraries or make a library of my own. And this is the time when I have realized and bitterly regretted the way we are ignoring the vast literary asset created by our ancestors, if we put it on the net in an easily accessible way it will only enhance its popularity and a lot of persons will be enriched by it. People who are eager to know the ancient Indian literature.
Any one who has read our old books like ramayan, mahabharat or bhagvad gita know that these are treasures of wisdom. Apart from these there are so many unsung songs like panchtantras or works of kalidas, chanakya etc. If these things are put up on net in an easily accessible manner I think a lot of persons like me, who want to seriously know our culture in details will be deeply indebted.
I have tried for atleast three or four times to get any site from where I can get the entire Ramayana, Mahabharata, Vedas, Srimadbhagvat gita or panchtantras but failed. It just did not worked. I wanted to know the true story, as written in Mahabharata or ramayan about some not so famous characters like shantanu, ganga, bhishma, bali, hanuman, mandodari, indrajit etc, but could not get it. There were different version of each stories which hardly collaborated with each other and on different blogs or sites like wikipedia, I could not locate any site like Mahabharata or Ramayana.
Nor have I till date located any site which translates the meanings of sanskrit or indian words, whereas a few days ago I was looking for the meaning of a spanish word I got it in the single hit.
If we don’t take care to share this immense treasure, handed over to us by our ancestors it too will waste away like our heritage things. These things are like flowers, they should be cherished and their fragrance should be let to spread wide.
And if I am extremely fortunate and wrong, and there is any such site, from which I can get the entire story of Mahabharata in details, or Ramayana, or Panchtantras, and if any one knows that site, I will be immensely grateful if he or she shares it with us.
Any way, at present my main heartache is the way our old literature is dying due to negligence of our educated people, by educated I mean those people who have vast knowledge in our ancient literature and have the capacity of translating them to English or hindi.
Well, I have been an avid reader since my childhood, in the long span of my reading history I have read hundreds of books. But lately I don’t have money or time to go to libraries or make a library of my own. And this is the time when I have realized and bitterly regretted the way we are ignoring the vast literary asset created by our ancestors, if we put it on the net in an easily accessible way it will only enhance its popularity and a lot of persons will be enriched by it. People who are eager to know the ancient Indian literature.
Any one who has read our old books like ramayan, mahabharat or bhagvad gita know that these are treasures of wisdom. Apart from these there are so many unsung songs like panchtantras or works of kalidas, chanakya etc. If these things are put up on net in an easily accessible manner I think a lot of persons like me, who want to seriously know our culture in details will be deeply indebted.
I have tried for atleast three or four times to get any site from where I can get the entire Ramayana, Mahabharata, Vedas, Srimadbhagvat gita or panchtantras but failed. It just did not worked. I wanted to know the true story, as written in Mahabharata or ramayan about some not so famous characters like shantanu, ganga, bhishma, bali, hanuman, mandodari, indrajit etc, but could not get it. There were different version of each stories which hardly collaborated with each other and on different blogs or sites like wikipedia, I could not locate any site like Mahabharata or Ramayana.
Nor have I till date located any site which translates the meanings of sanskrit or indian words, whereas a few days ago I was looking for the meaning of a spanish word I got it in the single hit.
If we don’t take care to share this immense treasure, handed over to us by our ancestors it too will waste away like our heritage things. These things are like flowers, they should be cherished and their fragrance should be let to spread wide.
And if I am extremely fortunate and wrong, and there is any such site, from which I can get the entire story of Mahabharata in details, or Ramayana, or Panchtantras, and if any one knows that site, I will be immensely grateful if he or she shares it with us.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Confused in love
Indians are ONE confused lot when they are talking about this very natural and eternal phenomenon LOVE. A few years back, that is a couple of decades, this very natural pheonomenon was treated like an odd thing, people did not dared to admit openly that their marriage was lovemarriage, now, courtsey to greeting card companies things have come out of the closet and people have become over obsessed with showing it off, but the CONFUSION is still there, as much it was twenty years ago.
I have heard people arguing over rich people falling in love with poor, hindu with muslim, older women with younger men, people of same gender, all these arguments have one thing in common, we always try to play naysayers and prove that we know better than the lovers. I will share three of the most common cases.
One of my friends was in love with a colleague who was 4 or 5 years older than him, he once asked me for my opinion, and I honestly told him that its entirely his decision, if he believes that husband and wife are soulmates, then why not, later, his family and friends pressurized him to marry some one of their choice, who obviously is younger than him, and that guy is still bitter about it. Because he thinks that they made him lose his soulmate.
My suggestion to him now, that he is married, he should be content with his present life. If he really loved that woman that much, he would have risked marrying her. But by getting convinced by his parents and friends he proved that the foundation of his love was not as strong as it should be. He forgot one simple thing, that when people marry as per norms even then they have too many storms to face among themselves, and if they marry against social norms then they will have to face LOT MORE problems. Famiy and social hostility, sniggers, sarcastic remarks, boycots, preachings, poisoning.. the list is really very long. The marriage will survive if and only if the love is too deep.
The second case ended with happier note, the eternal hindu muslim squabble, but the marriage was accepted by both the families after the first child was born. Here also the families tried their level best to separate them, the girl being a muslim was not allowed to attend the religious functions, not only that even the boy was barred from them, because his wife was muslim. But things changed a lot after the first child.
The third category are most probably the most tortured ones, and it really mystifies me why they are targeted so viciously, so what if some one prefers a person of the same gender? Is it worser than having a spouse and children yet maintaining relationships with more people? Or killing, maiming, selling drugs or wasting public money? When we can accept these people and even make them our representatives in every sphere of life why do we force these people to kill themselves? Just because they cant fight back?
Is acting against the normal social norms, and doing something weird but harmless is some thing more vulgar than marrying some one for his or her money? Or flirting with more than one persons at a time without loving any of them? Then, if we accept the later incidents then why cant we accept the first one? The fact is none of them is normal, they are a little out of the routine.
The same gender relationship is harmless for the society, if we let them be, but the latter ones are harmful for the society. No, don’t go day dreaming, I am straight, if I had any such tendencies I would not have hidden it. just like you, I too cant imagine why a person is interested in same gender, but I know how to mind my own business. As long as they don’t bother others, they should be left alone.
We forget one simple thing that love is a very spontaneous and genuine feeling, it just lights up two hearts, and those two hearts should be left to make the decision. All we can do is suggest, not preach or bully. Even if the person they are loving or planning to marry is just not their type, we can only point out the psychological or other differences, and leave the decision on lovers.
Interfering too much in relationships as intimate as love or marriage, is basically a sign of immense immaturity, I think there is only one ground on which people may try hard to convince their loved ones, that is, if they think that the love is one sided, and their loved one’s object of fancy is trying to use his weakness. In that case I think any conscientious friend should intervene, at least I would. But I will always keep in mind that it is none of my business, I may be told to behave myself. But I will.
I have heard people arguing over rich people falling in love with poor, hindu with muslim, older women with younger men, people of same gender, all these arguments have one thing in common, we always try to play naysayers and prove that we know better than the lovers. I will share three of the most common cases.
One of my friends was in love with a colleague who was 4 or 5 years older than him, he once asked me for my opinion, and I honestly told him that its entirely his decision, if he believes that husband and wife are soulmates, then why not, later, his family and friends pressurized him to marry some one of their choice, who obviously is younger than him, and that guy is still bitter about it. Because he thinks that they made him lose his soulmate.
My suggestion to him now, that he is married, he should be content with his present life. If he really loved that woman that much, he would have risked marrying her. But by getting convinced by his parents and friends he proved that the foundation of his love was not as strong as it should be. He forgot one simple thing, that when people marry as per norms even then they have too many storms to face among themselves, and if they marry against social norms then they will have to face LOT MORE problems. Famiy and social hostility, sniggers, sarcastic remarks, boycots, preachings, poisoning.. the list is really very long. The marriage will survive if and only if the love is too deep.
The second case ended with happier note, the eternal hindu muslim squabble, but the marriage was accepted by both the families after the first child was born. Here also the families tried their level best to separate them, the girl being a muslim was not allowed to attend the religious functions, not only that even the boy was barred from them, because his wife was muslim. But things changed a lot after the first child.
The third category are most probably the most tortured ones, and it really mystifies me why they are targeted so viciously, so what if some one prefers a person of the same gender? Is it worser than having a spouse and children yet maintaining relationships with more people? Or killing, maiming, selling drugs or wasting public money? When we can accept these people and even make them our representatives in every sphere of life why do we force these people to kill themselves? Just because they cant fight back?
Is acting against the normal social norms, and doing something weird but harmless is some thing more vulgar than marrying some one for his or her money? Or flirting with more than one persons at a time without loving any of them? Then, if we accept the later incidents then why cant we accept the first one? The fact is none of them is normal, they are a little out of the routine.
The same gender relationship is harmless for the society, if we let them be, but the latter ones are harmful for the society. No, don’t go day dreaming, I am straight, if I had any such tendencies I would not have hidden it. just like you, I too cant imagine why a person is interested in same gender, but I know how to mind my own business. As long as they don’t bother others, they should be left alone.
We forget one simple thing that love is a very spontaneous and genuine feeling, it just lights up two hearts, and those two hearts should be left to make the decision. All we can do is suggest, not preach or bully. Even if the person they are loving or planning to marry is just not their type, we can only point out the psychological or other differences, and leave the decision on lovers.
Interfering too much in relationships as intimate as love or marriage, is basically a sign of immense immaturity, I think there is only one ground on which people may try hard to convince their loved ones, that is, if they think that the love is one sided, and their loved one’s object of fancy is trying to use his weakness. In that case I think any conscientious friend should intervene, at least I would. But I will always keep in mind that it is none of my business, I may be told to behave myself. But I will.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Disappearing laughter
If we notice we will see, how this virtue is disappearing from the society, I believe the main reason behind it are smile snubbers. They are a hefty portion of the society.. the people who are either unhappy or grumpy, so they love to play the role of smile snubbers. Whenever they see some one happy or in a light mood they think that its their divine duty to rectify that fault and they mostly successfully do it. Snub the smile away from the lips before it turns into a laughter.
You will usually find them in every place, if you are born with smiling lips like me, and trying your level best to copy others who are successful at suppressing it. They are abundant in office, in buses in parks every where. They are huge in number. They have one common symptom, they think life is too serious to enjoy. Enjoying life is immatured. In the eyes of these souls life is either a torment, or a grave duty which they have to perform. I was once of a very silly nature, that is, till seven or eight years ago I used to laugh too much, hence I have faced the wrath of this species too much. They finally succeeded into teaching me some manners, but I am not even the least grateful.
They sometimes take extra care to perform their duties, back in teenage days, once I was traveling in bus with a classmate of mine, we both were equally crazy, one look at each other and we used to go rolling thinking about all the mischief we have done together. But it was never directed at anyone, our laughters were pure, without any reason, or due to harmless reasons. We did not got seats so we were standing side by side after spending a day in school. All of a sudden she started to giggle and before I realized I too started to giggle, and every time one of us was trying to control oneself the other’s giggle was breaking her vow, all of a sudden a girl sitting in front of us started to quarrel with us, blaming that we were laughing at her, we tried in vain to make her believe that we were not laughing at her, but she quarreled with great vehemence for the next forty five minutes we were in the bus together. That time, well, her snubbing did not work, because the more she was quarrelling the more we were laughing. But with maturity and age now these snubbing usually work.
Mostly these people are abundant in office, they don’t like people enjoying their life, and take care that others don’t enjoy theirs too. Especially if that person is in their hold, that is, their junior. They try to snub out that spirit by over burdening them with work, snapping at them without reason or hundred other pretexts. To them work is a grim thing, it cant go side by side with a grin. It has to be done with the expression of a surgeon doing an autopsy.
Whereas when I was a child I have seen that my father’s friends or even seniors did not minded laughing together, they were far more jollier than the people of that age group of present age. When they used to laugh or my aunties used to laugh we could hear it from far and wide, and we used to hear it very often, and it sounded really sweet.
I have often heard from my professional friends that they don’t laugh in office because its not smart to laugh in office, they don’t speak affectionately to colleagues because its not liked and so on. They are not wrong, these things do create a lot of unnecessary problem in most of the offices, specially if that office has high political level.
I have heard smile snubbers giving strange excuse for their behaviour like being so friendly is immatured, being so trusting is foolish, laughing so much is childish, hence its their moral duty to make that person of suspicious, grumpy and morose nature. I have faced too many of these people, some are rude and some diplomatic. Like I once heard from one of my bosses that one cant enjoy his work. Period. She sounded final, so I did not opened my mouth, but did not agreed with them. These people are safer. They don’t poison your mind. They try to bully you, but no one can read your mind, so you are safe. I really don’t like the second category, these people, if they say a group is enjoying, or two people are too happy together they poison it, very tactfully they create walls or sow the seed of suspicion, and usually they succeed.
But the sad part is If we continue moving this way to emotional mechanisation we sure will have to inject ourselves for laughter in a couple of years, even laughing clubs wont be able to do their jobs.
So lets fight these smile snubbers, and laugh more. To ward them and the energy vampires off. After all, if majority of us practice laughing and smiling, limited number of smile snubbers and energy vampires will run away or join.
You will usually find them in every place, if you are born with smiling lips like me, and trying your level best to copy others who are successful at suppressing it. They are abundant in office, in buses in parks every where. They are huge in number. They have one common symptom, they think life is too serious to enjoy. Enjoying life is immatured. In the eyes of these souls life is either a torment, or a grave duty which they have to perform. I was once of a very silly nature, that is, till seven or eight years ago I used to laugh too much, hence I have faced the wrath of this species too much. They finally succeeded into teaching me some manners, but I am not even the least grateful.
They sometimes take extra care to perform their duties, back in teenage days, once I was traveling in bus with a classmate of mine, we both were equally crazy, one look at each other and we used to go rolling thinking about all the mischief we have done together. But it was never directed at anyone, our laughters were pure, without any reason, or due to harmless reasons. We did not got seats so we were standing side by side after spending a day in school. All of a sudden she started to giggle and before I realized I too started to giggle, and every time one of us was trying to control oneself the other’s giggle was breaking her vow, all of a sudden a girl sitting in front of us started to quarrel with us, blaming that we were laughing at her, we tried in vain to make her believe that we were not laughing at her, but she quarreled with great vehemence for the next forty five minutes we were in the bus together. That time, well, her snubbing did not work, because the more she was quarrelling the more we were laughing. But with maturity and age now these snubbing usually work.
Mostly these people are abundant in office, they don’t like people enjoying their life, and take care that others don’t enjoy theirs too. Especially if that person is in their hold, that is, their junior. They try to snub out that spirit by over burdening them with work, snapping at them without reason or hundred other pretexts. To them work is a grim thing, it cant go side by side with a grin. It has to be done with the expression of a surgeon doing an autopsy.
Whereas when I was a child I have seen that my father’s friends or even seniors did not minded laughing together, they were far more jollier than the people of that age group of present age. When they used to laugh or my aunties used to laugh we could hear it from far and wide, and we used to hear it very often, and it sounded really sweet.
I have often heard from my professional friends that they don’t laugh in office because its not smart to laugh in office, they don’t speak affectionately to colleagues because its not liked and so on. They are not wrong, these things do create a lot of unnecessary problem in most of the offices, specially if that office has high political level.
I have heard smile snubbers giving strange excuse for their behaviour like being so friendly is immatured, being so trusting is foolish, laughing so much is childish, hence its their moral duty to make that person of suspicious, grumpy and morose nature. I have faced too many of these people, some are rude and some diplomatic. Like I once heard from one of my bosses that one cant enjoy his work. Period. She sounded final, so I did not opened my mouth, but did not agreed with them. These people are safer. They don’t poison your mind. They try to bully you, but no one can read your mind, so you are safe. I really don’t like the second category, these people, if they say a group is enjoying, or two people are too happy together they poison it, very tactfully they create walls or sow the seed of suspicion, and usually they succeed.
But the sad part is If we continue moving this way to emotional mechanisation we sure will have to inject ourselves for laughter in a couple of years, even laughing clubs wont be able to do their jobs.
So lets fight these smile snubbers, and laugh more. To ward them and the energy vampires off. After all, if majority of us practice laughing and smiling, limited number of smile snubbers and energy vampires will run away or join.
Celebration of womanhood
After passing almost forty years in India as a woman, I really have started to believe that women are not much welcome in this country. If they go by the rulebooks of the society she has to face one set of problems and if that woman has her own existence, personality and lifestyle she has to face another set of problems.
I belong to the latter category, so I can share my view, ever since my childhood I was head strong about independence, I believed in living life according to my own terms and conditions, of course, I lived a life which according to my eyes was honest, well mannered, pure and justified. But not to others I guess, so they kept on pointing me out that I am wrong and the society is right, till the date I turned a deaf ear to them, and after seeing the condition of the obedient disciples I am happy about my decisions, my observations say only one thing, just the colour and shape of the chain changes, the society just wants to wear women chain they select them to wear. It will be finalized by a bunch of people how you will walk, how you will talk, what will you eat, drink, who will you mix with, a bunch of people who don’t care about your pain and happiness, your existence and non existence. No matter whether you have been obedient or disobedient, they wont be around you when you need them, but they will always be around to point out your mistakes or brand your normal behaviour as mistake. So I think I was smart being disobedient. Because by being disobedient I am atleast enjoying my independence and the joys related to it.
When I first learnt to ride a bicycle, all eyebrows shot up, I had wanderlust, I just loved to ride my bicycle every morning for miles, now, that’s not appropriate for young ladies of small town, hence I used to hear cat calls, then there was another provocation from my end, I used to wear jeans, and learnt karate, so, I had a bunch of admirers who were pretty confused about my gender and used to call me a man dressing up as a woman because I dared to trespass in their so called territorry. The third and final provocation was the decision of staying single, this is the decision which I have earned most dearly, the type of remarks I have heard or harassments I have been through have made me even more happier that I have chosen to stay independent, and have not let people drag me into a relationship with some one who doesnot respects a woman as a human being.
After reaching the point, when no remark can make much impact on me, I feel amused, amused about the obsession of human beings in controlling other people’s live. Why do people do that I will never understand, because I always believed in independence. But one thing is for sure, I do respect middle class women who have the courage of standing their ground and facing the wrath of the society. By joining odd professions, by living their own honest but independent lifestyle. The confidence on their face makes me happy, they are achieving for some thing which we initiated.
I belong to the latter category, so I can share my view, ever since my childhood I was head strong about independence, I believed in living life according to my own terms and conditions, of course, I lived a life which according to my eyes was honest, well mannered, pure and justified. But not to others I guess, so they kept on pointing me out that I am wrong and the society is right, till the date I turned a deaf ear to them, and after seeing the condition of the obedient disciples I am happy about my decisions, my observations say only one thing, just the colour and shape of the chain changes, the society just wants to wear women chain they select them to wear. It will be finalized by a bunch of people how you will walk, how you will talk, what will you eat, drink, who will you mix with, a bunch of people who don’t care about your pain and happiness, your existence and non existence. No matter whether you have been obedient or disobedient, they wont be around you when you need them, but they will always be around to point out your mistakes or brand your normal behaviour as mistake. So I think I was smart being disobedient. Because by being disobedient I am atleast enjoying my independence and the joys related to it.
When I first learnt to ride a bicycle, all eyebrows shot up, I had wanderlust, I just loved to ride my bicycle every morning for miles, now, that’s not appropriate for young ladies of small town, hence I used to hear cat calls, then there was another provocation from my end, I used to wear jeans, and learnt karate, so, I had a bunch of admirers who were pretty confused about my gender and used to call me a man dressing up as a woman because I dared to trespass in their so called territorry. The third and final provocation was the decision of staying single, this is the decision which I have earned most dearly, the type of remarks I have heard or harassments I have been through have made me even more happier that I have chosen to stay independent, and have not let people drag me into a relationship with some one who doesnot respects a woman as a human being.
After reaching the point, when no remark can make much impact on me, I feel amused, amused about the obsession of human beings in controlling other people’s live. Why do people do that I will never understand, because I always believed in independence. But one thing is for sure, I do respect middle class women who have the courage of standing their ground and facing the wrath of the society. By joining odd professions, by living their own honest but independent lifestyle. The confidence on their face makes me happy, they are achieving for some thing which we initiated.
Nurturing ourselves
I dont think people place high enough value on how much they are nurtured by doing whatever it is that totally absorbs them.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Rabindranath Tagore and me
I have too many fond memories attached with this person and the immense treasure of poetry and songs he has left for us, Bengalis. My first memory of him was, I still remember, in my childhood, there was a photo of Rabindranath in his trademark gown, hands folded on his back, with beard in our drawing room. I still remember that pic clearly, even though 28 years have passed since. My mother used to sing marvelous rabindrasangit, a gift she could not pass to her daughters who were extremely eager to learn it, just because she was not a good teacher at all. But her voice is one of the best rabindrasangit voice I have ever heard. I still remember her singing “Chander haasir baandh bhengechhe…”
My childhood was spent in UP, mainly listening to hindi film songs, then I came in touch with Bengalis for the first time in Raisina, I used to return by school bus and one of our teachers had a marvelous voice, I still remember one day he sang the song “akash bhara surya tara” for his friends, and we all listened to his voice in pin drop silence. His voice still rings in my ears after 20 years.
Then I returned to west Bengal and my true romance with rabindrasangit started, I returned to west Bengal in 1985 and for the first five or six years I only listened to rabindrasangit, I was just obsessed with it, listening to the same song over and over again, drinking it with my ears. First it was debabrata and others, then slowly it shifted to suchitra, sagar sen, chinmoy and finally I selected two as my hot favourites shantideb ghosh and kanika, the rest came after these two in various steps.
Being a full blooded Bengali, full of emotion I often find my own reflection in rabindrasangit, so many of his songs speak out my words in a language which I could never portray. Like some one has taken the dream from my eyes and colours from my palette and made a beautiful portrait out of that. All my moods, all my hopes, dreams, desires were captured and portrayed by him.
When some one asks me which one is my favourite Rabindrasangit I am caught in a catch 22 situation. I simply say none, even the list of my favourites is very long, I just cant compare in between them. Like aguner parashmani, anandadhara bahichhe bhubane, krishnakali ami tarei boli, je rate mor duar guli, naha mata naha kanya, ami chitrangada, I just cant make up my mind about which one is best.
Its just like the various seasons of this earth, they all are beautiful and all are indispensable part of the entire show. So many times these songs has cheered me up, given me inner peace, filled up my heart with immense happiness, given me the courage to face the world.
There is nothing in the music world so complete, so fulfilling and so everlasting as the works of this one creator.
My childhood was spent in UP, mainly listening to hindi film songs, then I came in touch with Bengalis for the first time in Raisina, I used to return by school bus and one of our teachers had a marvelous voice, I still remember one day he sang the song “akash bhara surya tara” for his friends, and we all listened to his voice in pin drop silence. His voice still rings in my ears after 20 years.
Then I returned to west Bengal and my true romance with rabindrasangit started, I returned to west Bengal in 1985 and for the first five or six years I only listened to rabindrasangit, I was just obsessed with it, listening to the same song over and over again, drinking it with my ears. First it was debabrata and others, then slowly it shifted to suchitra, sagar sen, chinmoy and finally I selected two as my hot favourites shantideb ghosh and kanika, the rest came after these two in various steps.
Being a full blooded Bengali, full of emotion I often find my own reflection in rabindrasangit, so many of his songs speak out my words in a language which I could never portray. Like some one has taken the dream from my eyes and colours from my palette and made a beautiful portrait out of that. All my moods, all my hopes, dreams, desires were captured and portrayed by him.
When some one asks me which one is my favourite Rabindrasangit I am caught in a catch 22 situation. I simply say none, even the list of my favourites is very long, I just cant compare in between them. Like aguner parashmani, anandadhara bahichhe bhubane, krishnakali ami tarei boli, je rate mor duar guli, naha mata naha kanya, ami chitrangada, I just cant make up my mind about which one is best.
Its just like the various seasons of this earth, they all are beautiful and all are indispensable part of the entire show. So many times these songs has cheered me up, given me inner peace, filled up my heart with immense happiness, given me the courage to face the world.
There is nothing in the music world so complete, so fulfilling and so everlasting as the works of this one creator.
The biggest gurumantra
The biggest gurumantra is "Never share your secret with anyone! It can destroy you!"
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Books and their effects
I was born in a home which had minimum luxury in relation to clothe and food but we were blessed with a huge garden, couple of pets and a huge library, containing books of all sorts, starting from medical books to comics. My childhood was dream childhood for any child. My parents never stopped the easy flow of our life. Their only rule was we will have to finish our studies properly. The remaining time was our own.
My first reading started with comics strips and went on to all the books in the library excluding medical books. I realized in my teens that the proverb, books are a person’s best friend, is true to the core.
The fairy tales and adventure books taught me to dream, my childhood was filled with dreams of distant lands and planets and beautiful creatures.
The books like aranyak or tarzan series taught me how to love wildlife and nature, a love which still colours up my life, whenever I see a beautiful bird or tree I get a great pleasure out of that, a joy I have seen a lot of people are deprived of. The way nature was painted in aranyak was a feast for mind, I still can feel the beauty of deep forest portrayed by the author, have read the book for dozens of times and am yet eager to read again.
Books by Maupassant, somerset Maugham, saratchandra taught me human values, compassion, the priceless lesson that human beings are supposed to commit mistake, and most of them are forgivable, one should not expect human beings to be perfect. That is why they are human beings.
Poetry and songs by rabindranath taught me to console my broken heart, to draw a line to human heart’s ever yearning nature. It helped me to develop spiritually, to look for solace into God in times of darkest pain. It helped to control myself with dignity and peace of mind in big storms.
The authors like Bankimchandra can paint picture with their words, I have not read another author who has used Bengali so beautifully. His language is simply out of this world.
When I see today’s children engrossed in TV and computer I really feel sad, because these two mediums deprive them of one of the most beautiful human talents, the talent which only human beings possess, the power of imagination. The fantasy world which we used to create.
My first reading started with comics strips and went on to all the books in the library excluding medical books. I realized in my teens that the proverb, books are a person’s best friend, is true to the core.
The fairy tales and adventure books taught me to dream, my childhood was filled with dreams of distant lands and planets and beautiful creatures.
The books like aranyak or tarzan series taught me how to love wildlife and nature, a love which still colours up my life, whenever I see a beautiful bird or tree I get a great pleasure out of that, a joy I have seen a lot of people are deprived of. The way nature was painted in aranyak was a feast for mind, I still can feel the beauty of deep forest portrayed by the author, have read the book for dozens of times and am yet eager to read again.
Books by Maupassant, somerset Maugham, saratchandra taught me human values, compassion, the priceless lesson that human beings are supposed to commit mistake, and most of them are forgivable, one should not expect human beings to be perfect. That is why they are human beings.
Poetry and songs by rabindranath taught me to console my broken heart, to draw a line to human heart’s ever yearning nature. It helped me to develop spiritually, to look for solace into God in times of darkest pain. It helped to control myself with dignity and peace of mind in big storms.
The authors like Bankimchandra can paint picture with their words, I have not read another author who has used Bengali so beautifully. His language is simply out of this world.
When I see today’s children engrossed in TV and computer I really feel sad, because these two mediums deprive them of one of the most beautiful human talents, the talent which only human beings possess, the power of imagination. The fantasy world which we used to create.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
what we say..
What we say is important for in most cases the mouth speaks what the heart is full of.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Disaster management in India
This article was written last year, when bihar was facing a horrible flood disaster, as the monsoon are approaching, I will love to share this article with everyone especially people of bihar, hoping it may give them some ideas if the disaster strikes again. Which environment specialists doubt as true. If the skies pour down again.
I have been reading about the Bihar flood from the very first day, and the havoc that it has caused. I have listened to the non government organizations coming forward and collecting money from the common people to do some thing for the flood victims, but all we could hear from government quarters was squabble.
When a hurricane hit Galveston island in 1900 six thousand people perished, another hurricane of similar capacity struck Galveston in 1915 only a dozen or so people perished, reason? The government has built a sea wall, and most probably have evacuated the city, like it has done when Ike was heading for Houston.
The citizens of America will survive if their homes are destroyed, but the poor people of rural India who don’t even have a proper house, can they survive if they lose every thing that they have? I believe not. Its scary to think what will be their condition, and scarier to think what will government do to re establish them, and when!
To add up to their misfortune, I have read that the soil which Kosi is bringing is poisonous, its not the rich, fertile soil that rivers bring down. So once the waters recede the people had more miseries in store.
The victims of Tsunamis have not yet recovered from their wound, they are constantly exploited by greedy people, my friend’s sister works for Tsunami affected people, so I know a little bit of inside stories. I wonder what was in store of the extremely poor Bihar people.
In a country like India where relief materials rot, I think the voluntary organizations can take a few humanitarian steps. In small towns reputed organizations like Ramkrishna Mission and Bharat Sevashram Sangha goes door to door with authentic papers and collect even worn dresses from people. Naturally they are quite cautious about hygienic side, and select only appropriate dresses. I remember they used to take only cotton, tant or light synthetic saree and pants and shirts and of course kid wear, monetary help was welcome and they took 11 rupee donation with dignity. I have seen school children fishing out one rupee coin for their boxes. If such people collect relief materials most of the people will give without hesitation. That covers the preliminary part, the collection of donation.
Second is they can locate the nearest ashram to the affected area and dump the relief materials there.
Third is they can request the service of ex army men who were expert in relief work and hand over the relief material to them from that point onward, they will do the distribution.
I think instead of waiting for government officials to have pity on dying people this will be a lot more effective way of working. I have a lot more faith on charitable organizations than government officials. And whatever I said, I think is quite easily achievable if they really want.
Hope we wake up and make some homeworks before entering the examination hall. When we are sitting in the hall we don’t have much choice about what to answer. But if we study before it we will have our feet on ground.
And it will be wise to keep these points in mind as having one or other natural calamity every year is a natural phenomenon in India, the land of geographical diversities.
I have been reading about the Bihar flood from the very first day, and the havoc that it has caused. I have listened to the non government organizations coming forward and collecting money from the common people to do some thing for the flood victims, but all we could hear from government quarters was squabble.
When a hurricane hit Galveston island in 1900 six thousand people perished, another hurricane of similar capacity struck Galveston in 1915 only a dozen or so people perished, reason? The government has built a sea wall, and most probably have evacuated the city, like it has done when Ike was heading for Houston.
The citizens of America will survive if their homes are destroyed, but the poor people of rural India who don’t even have a proper house, can they survive if they lose every thing that they have? I believe not. Its scary to think what will be their condition, and scarier to think what will government do to re establish them, and when!
To add up to their misfortune, I have read that the soil which Kosi is bringing is poisonous, its not the rich, fertile soil that rivers bring down. So once the waters recede the people had more miseries in store.
The victims of Tsunamis have not yet recovered from their wound, they are constantly exploited by greedy people, my friend’s sister works for Tsunami affected people, so I know a little bit of inside stories. I wonder what was in store of the extremely poor Bihar people.
In a country like India where relief materials rot, I think the voluntary organizations can take a few humanitarian steps. In small towns reputed organizations like Ramkrishna Mission and Bharat Sevashram Sangha goes door to door with authentic papers and collect even worn dresses from people. Naturally they are quite cautious about hygienic side, and select only appropriate dresses. I remember they used to take only cotton, tant or light synthetic saree and pants and shirts and of course kid wear, monetary help was welcome and they took 11 rupee donation with dignity. I have seen school children fishing out one rupee coin for their boxes. If such people collect relief materials most of the people will give without hesitation. That covers the preliminary part, the collection of donation.
Second is they can locate the nearest ashram to the affected area and dump the relief materials there.
Third is they can request the service of ex army men who were expert in relief work and hand over the relief material to them from that point onward, they will do the distribution.
I think instead of waiting for government officials to have pity on dying people this will be a lot more effective way of working. I have a lot more faith on charitable organizations than government officials. And whatever I said, I think is quite easily achievable if they really want.
Hope we wake up and make some homeworks before entering the examination hall. When we are sitting in the hall we don’t have much choice about what to answer. But if we study before it we will have our feet on ground.
And it will be wise to keep these points in mind as having one or other natural calamity every year is a natural phenomenon in India, the land of geographical diversities.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
evil python
The infamous trio were sitting on the park bench facing the lake, watching the boaters rowing their boats, sometimes alone, sometimes a loving couple, or family members and friends, all type of them enjoying the fresh air which was blowing and the cool serene water after a scorching summer day.
Mrs. Gupta first noticed Jane sitting in a bench little far away from them, she was sitting there with her laptop as usual, and a sketch book and bag. The typical artistic jhola.
Mrs Gupta muttered, “I have never seen such beautiful eyes as hers, even though you cant call them dove eye, or doe eyes but the purity that drops from them makes it so divine that one will love to sit beside her and see them.”
Mrs Sinha chimed in, “That’s why she is bothered so much in life, one look at that face and every one will know that she doesnot have venom enough to hit back when hurt.”
Mrs. Ghosh joined them a little bitterly, “In this world of crows, and vultures the gentle souls suffer immensely, after all, virtue is more persecuted by evil than it is adored by good people.”
Then she added, “In this world of shoving and pushing, and bullying no wonder that people like her are a treasure, who know how to love life and how to let others live.”
Mrs Gupta slowly commented, “How could people like Dilip Shah had the audacity of thinking that she will cast a single glance at them is a wonder, they just made that poor soul miserable. Don’t they know they are as different as black is from white, as mud from chandan?”
“its good to see that she recovered from the entire thing without losing her heart or peace of mind.”, Mrs. Sinha softly commented.
Jane was unmarried, she never thought marriage as essence but was ready to settle down with a person she could love, trust and respect. She has been friends with a guy from Indore for years through internet. They have often talked on phone, exchanged mails and smses but never met face to face. Deepak often showed his affection to her but she could not reciprocate, because falling in love with some one without seeing him was impossible for her.
Then Deepak came to Kolkata on a tour and they met, she instantly fell in love with him because he had an out of the world innocence and purity in him. He returned to Indore and slowly disappeared in the background. She tried a lot to revive that friendship but could not. It subsided into casual friendship.
Then suddenly a new friend popped up, Mahesh, he has been her friends ever since Deepak became her friend but maintained a low profile, he used to exchange only mails, all of a sudden, he became over friendly, but she maintained a distance because he was married. He was also from the same community which made Deepak her friend.
All the while she was friends with Deepak who used to act in a strange manner, as if he was hell bent to ruin even the friendship they had, all of a sudden he became very abusive, she consoled herself by thinking that he has stopped liking her after seeing her.
Then slowly things were blasted because Deepak came to visit her again, the person who has been faking as Deepak was not actually Deepak, he was Dilip, one of her colleagues from Indore, a guy who has stalked her to the limit of her disgust, she utterly despised him because there was nothing in him which she could toler, forget about like, who in return was obsessed with her and snooped on her without her knowledge. He used to visit Jane’s office more than once a month and was quite popular among some of her colleagues. What Jane did not knew was he used to work in Deepak’s office as a part timer. Two hours each day.
He easily discovered about Deepak, who got married after Dilip convinced her that Jane is flirt. Dilip has often eaves dropped her conversation with him, and from the other end too and used it in impersonating him, and installed some spyware in her office p.c. which used to send a copy of her mails to his computer, so he could keep a track of her mails and could not get caught.
He was simply settling his scores by hitting her impersonating as her loved one. Every time she refused her as Dilip he used to immediately insult her faking as Deepak. With ruthlessness and glee.
It was Dilip who impersonated as Mahesh and befriended her, to tarnish her image in Deepak’s eyes. He used to disconnect the phone after talking with her for a while and used to talk sweet nothings into the dead phone, so that Deepak becomes confident that she was having an affair with him and walks away from her, so he could have his way. But when she rudely refused him with utter hatred and disgust he showed his real nature and character.
Mrs. Gupta added, “If only that dirty scoundrel Dilip had seen his own face in mirror, and seen Deepak’s he would have known why a person who likes Deepak cant like him, forget about loving him.
His face, behaviour is so reflective of his dirty character that people like us will shrink back from him with hatred, forget about spiritual women like Jane. And he did ultimately showed his real face and proved that she was right in loathing her. The level to which he went he should be shot like a mad dog.”
Mrs. Sinha added, “What a repulsive creature, its really ridiculous that a filthy beast like him could dream about a girl like her. These people are tarnish to humanity, trust and love. They try to show off their dirty obsession as love, where as it is lust in its crudest form, even the thought of him and his ways makes me want to puke.“
Mrs. Gupta first noticed Jane sitting in a bench little far away from them, she was sitting there with her laptop as usual, and a sketch book and bag. The typical artistic jhola.
Mrs Gupta muttered, “I have never seen such beautiful eyes as hers, even though you cant call them dove eye, or doe eyes but the purity that drops from them makes it so divine that one will love to sit beside her and see them.”
Mrs Sinha chimed in, “That’s why she is bothered so much in life, one look at that face and every one will know that she doesnot have venom enough to hit back when hurt.”
Mrs. Ghosh joined them a little bitterly, “In this world of crows, and vultures the gentle souls suffer immensely, after all, virtue is more persecuted by evil than it is adored by good people.”
Then she added, “In this world of shoving and pushing, and bullying no wonder that people like her are a treasure, who know how to love life and how to let others live.”
Mrs Gupta slowly commented, “How could people like Dilip Shah had the audacity of thinking that she will cast a single glance at them is a wonder, they just made that poor soul miserable. Don’t they know they are as different as black is from white, as mud from chandan?”
“its good to see that she recovered from the entire thing without losing her heart or peace of mind.”, Mrs. Sinha softly commented.
Jane was unmarried, she never thought marriage as essence but was ready to settle down with a person she could love, trust and respect. She has been friends with a guy from Indore for years through internet. They have often talked on phone, exchanged mails and smses but never met face to face. Deepak often showed his affection to her but she could not reciprocate, because falling in love with some one without seeing him was impossible for her.
Then Deepak came to Kolkata on a tour and they met, she instantly fell in love with him because he had an out of the world innocence and purity in him. He returned to Indore and slowly disappeared in the background. She tried a lot to revive that friendship but could not. It subsided into casual friendship.
Then suddenly a new friend popped up, Mahesh, he has been her friends ever since Deepak became her friend but maintained a low profile, he used to exchange only mails, all of a sudden, he became over friendly, but she maintained a distance because he was married. He was also from the same community which made Deepak her friend.
All the while she was friends with Deepak who used to act in a strange manner, as if he was hell bent to ruin even the friendship they had, all of a sudden he became very abusive, she consoled herself by thinking that he has stopped liking her after seeing her.
Then slowly things were blasted because Deepak came to visit her again, the person who has been faking as Deepak was not actually Deepak, he was Dilip, one of her colleagues from Indore, a guy who has stalked her to the limit of her disgust, she utterly despised him because there was nothing in him which she could toler, forget about like, who in return was obsessed with her and snooped on her without her knowledge. He used to visit Jane’s office more than once a month and was quite popular among some of her colleagues. What Jane did not knew was he used to work in Deepak’s office as a part timer. Two hours each day.
He easily discovered about Deepak, who got married after Dilip convinced her that Jane is flirt. Dilip has often eaves dropped her conversation with him, and from the other end too and used it in impersonating him, and installed some spyware in her office p.c. which used to send a copy of her mails to his computer, so he could keep a track of her mails and could not get caught.
He was simply settling his scores by hitting her impersonating as her loved one. Every time she refused her as Dilip he used to immediately insult her faking as Deepak. With ruthlessness and glee.
It was Dilip who impersonated as Mahesh and befriended her, to tarnish her image in Deepak’s eyes. He used to disconnect the phone after talking with her for a while and used to talk sweet nothings into the dead phone, so that Deepak becomes confident that she was having an affair with him and walks away from her, so he could have his way. But when she rudely refused him with utter hatred and disgust he showed his real nature and character.
Mrs. Gupta added, “If only that dirty scoundrel Dilip had seen his own face in mirror, and seen Deepak’s he would have known why a person who likes Deepak cant like him, forget about loving him.
His face, behaviour is so reflective of his dirty character that people like us will shrink back from him with hatred, forget about spiritual women like Jane. And he did ultimately showed his real face and proved that she was right in loathing her. The level to which he went he should be shot like a mad dog.”
Mrs. Sinha added, “What a repulsive creature, its really ridiculous that a filthy beast like him could dream about a girl like her. These people are tarnish to humanity, trust and love. They try to show off their dirty obsession as love, where as it is lust in its crudest form, even the thought of him and his ways makes me want to puke.“
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
envy and sin
Jealousy is a passion which some times improves us as a person. If and only if we use it to improve ourselves instead of harming the object of our jealousy.
But most of us take the wrong path, we target the object of our jealousy. We think that if we can drag them down we will get our goal, because we will be on an superior position. We forget that we have to be inside the pit to drag them down, and when we are dragging them in mud, we are ruining our own soul. Our victims may overcome the mudslinging but when the truth will come out we wont have any explanations to offer.
I believe all doers have to face jealousy of other non doers or those who prefer jealousy than action. I have once read a story in childhood, that made a serious impact on me, I will love to share it.
It was a very beautiful morning, the garden was shining with bright sunlight, the flowers were blooming, butterflies flying like beautiful dreams on wing. The trees were laden with fruit, a soft gentle breeze was blowing.
A gardener was working under a tree, cleaning up the weeds. When all of a sudden a nightingale flew to the tree and started a melodious strain. The gardener was mesmerised, he blessed the tiny creature with all his heart.
All of a sudden a crow popped out of nowhere and started to caw raucously, the tiny bird abruptly stopped its singing, the crow took a step further and pecked it, the bird flew away. The crow started to caw triumphantly, perching on the same branch.
The furious gardener who has been observing the entire scene picked up a pebble and threw it at the crow, the crow too flew away.
The morale of the story was you can annihilate your superiors by using inferior means, but be sure, when the judgment day comes you will also be ousted out of his seat.
So, I think we should make our choice when we face such position, when we are not the nightingale, if we should become a crow and get pelted or the gardener and simply listen to the melody which we cant create.
But most of us take the wrong path, we target the object of our jealousy. We think that if we can drag them down we will get our goal, because we will be on an superior position. We forget that we have to be inside the pit to drag them down, and when we are dragging them in mud, we are ruining our own soul. Our victims may overcome the mudslinging but when the truth will come out we wont have any explanations to offer.
I believe all doers have to face jealousy of other non doers or those who prefer jealousy than action. I have once read a story in childhood, that made a serious impact on me, I will love to share it.
It was a very beautiful morning, the garden was shining with bright sunlight, the flowers were blooming, butterflies flying like beautiful dreams on wing. The trees were laden with fruit, a soft gentle breeze was blowing.
A gardener was working under a tree, cleaning up the weeds. When all of a sudden a nightingale flew to the tree and started a melodious strain. The gardener was mesmerised, he blessed the tiny creature with all his heart.
All of a sudden a crow popped out of nowhere and started to caw raucously, the tiny bird abruptly stopped its singing, the crow took a step further and pecked it, the bird flew away. The crow started to caw triumphantly, perching on the same branch.
The furious gardener who has been observing the entire scene picked up a pebble and threw it at the crow, the crow too flew away.
The morale of the story was you can annihilate your superiors by using inferior means, but be sure, when the judgment day comes you will also be ousted out of his seat.
So, I think we should make our choice when we face such position, when we are not the nightingale, if we should become a crow and get pelted or the gardener and simply listen to the melody which we cant create.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
ms. bittermouth
Sneha entered the office and noted Seema moving around with a sulky expression. She took in a deep breath, and thanked God that Seema never had the guts of messing with her. Most probably because Sneha knew very well the process of handling her. She has long noticed that Sneha had a way of snapping at each and every junior, or soft speaking persons whenever she had some problem in her personal life.
So many times Sneha had to choke an irresistible impulse to give her a piece of mind, but resisted herself because Seema always avoided confronting her. She did not had the guts to show her tantrums to her superiors, it was reserved for person holding similar ranking or juniors.
There was a knock on her cabin door within a few minutes of her entering, after getting her permission four of her junior staffs entered the cabin together. For a second she thought that they have come to complain against Seema and she cursed her in her mind. Because these four young girls have won her wrath ever since their joining the office, they joined under her, they were very sincere and intelligent girls. But they had a very big vice, all four were extremely pretty and immensely popular in the office. So Seema always watched them like a hawk and made it her duty to ruin their days whenever she will see any of them.
The girls were extremely frustrated but could not do any thing because their upbringing did not allowed them to make scenes, even though they knew that they were right and she was absolutely wrong. So they bunched together and used to giggle behind her back.
They beamed at Sneha and announced that they are transferred to the company’s Mumbai branch after promotion. Sneha shaked their hands and wished them luck. Then they asked her permission for a small party on the Saturday for two hours in the evening. They wanted to thank everyone individually and offer some snacks and gifts. Sneha said that she will take care that no problem arises.
The party was held, the girls managed it very well, every one received a gift with one of the girls explaining the reason behind the gift. One by one every one’s name was spelled out but Seema’s. Everyone was sure that they have no gift for her, and every one knew that she deserved that. The way she used to insult those girls even though no one protested but every one hated her for that.
Finally when all the gifts were given away two of the girls left the room, they came back with a huge gift. Then the girl announcing said, “This gift is for the person who all of us will remember for the rest of our life, our very own Miss Bitter Mouth, on our parting day we are gifting you a cauldron of honey with the hope that its sweetness will save the girls who will replace us.”
There was a stunned silence in the room, Seema sat staring at four giggling girls.
Friday, March 6, 2009
The witness
When Jayati accepted that job in that small hill station she never imagined that she was inviting her own doom. She joined the school as a computer operator cum clerk and was offered a room in the teacher’s hostel.
She fell in love with the school at the very first week, it was for students upto class 12th. She was an average small town girl, bubbly, happy and eager to mix with all. Almost all of her colleagues were married. A few of them were local, but the teacher’s hostel was also full.
She observed within a few weeks that the attrition rate of the school was too high, some of the teachers lasted only two or three months. There were a few teachers who have been working for more than ten years or so but the remaining just came and went. Some left due to justified reason like marriage some without explanation.
She observed with dismay that no matter how much she tried to mix with the teachers they always maintained a cold distance, especially the senior ones, they had only one alibi that the managing committee does not likes their inter-mixing. Strange thing was they used to act the same way in the hostel too, here their alibi was whatever happens in hostel is reported to the managing committee. And strange enough Jayita too started to develop the hunch that whatever happens is word to word relayed to the managing committee. Hence she too developed the habit of keeping silent.
A couple of months have hardly passed when Jayita observed that the moment she used to walk out of hostel to go to school or vice versa a car used to stalk her. She ignored it initially but later she informed her colleagues, who said it must be some one who has fallen in love with her. Jayita outwardly laughed away the matter but became tensed inside because she knew that she was too ordinary looking to be stalked like that.
She had a very close friend there, actually the only friend, Lata, she was a local resident, Jayita often used to go to her home and talk with her. Lata used to sometimes say things which Jayita used to find pretty odd, she often used to talk about women who has in harsh word become mistresses of rich old people and are happy or similar things. She sometimes used to ask Jayita’s opinion on such things, who used to express her point of view. One day the discussion went to call girls and prostitutes and being brought up in a typical old-fashioned environment Jayita uttered some derogatory words about them.
She felt it offended Lata. After a few minutes Lata asked what would have she done if she was forced into such a net and Jayita told the truth she would have killed herself or killed the person who would have trapped her into that even after thousand years. And she meant it.
It seemed some thing went awry from that very day, the moment she used to walk out of her hostel or school a group of extremely dirty people started to stalk her, their behaviour, the language they used towards her scared the living daylight out of her. She has never seen such filthy human beings. She made up her mind about escaping from there, because she became suspicious that there is some thing going on behind the façade of school. Hence she made an excuse of attending a marriage and escaped from there. She went back to her town and told them that she cant come back due to medical reasons, and requested them to accept her resignation.
A few years passed and Jayita became very certain that there was some thing wrong with that school after all, because she was constantly stalked by a group of strangers wherever she went. It appeared as if they used to get some information about her whereabouts the moment she used to walk out of the home. No matter where she joined the jobs used to terminate within a few weeks, or at the maximum few months mostly without salary. As if some strong and powerful group was determined to crush her.
They scandalized her that she had an affair with one of the managing committee member of the school, and once his wife found out she ran away from there, and is still in touch with that guy in discreet. No matter how much she tried her abusers made it certain that they are trusted, as they were too many in numbers people easily believed them, Jayita’s being orphan helped them even more.
They forced her to move out of her home, her town, her family and live on her own. She did not dared to marry because she knew that they will harm the family she gets related to. So she became strong and firm and started to live on her own. Completely ignoring all the abusive behaviour, because she knew that they will have to be content with only that, and she cant fight them because they are too filthy, too well organized, too powerful and too many in numbers.
Finally she found her answer in a shocking manner, she joined a firm run by the wife of a tycoon of the state in which she resided.
A few days passed and she was mystified because she thought that she has seen her boss before, for days, but used to shrug it off as deja vu. Then one day, the truth struck her, even though her boss was using the name of Nina, and she was married to some one else, daughter of some one else, she was most probably Lata, or her lookalike, but that was hardly possible, because not only did they had exactly same looks, they had the same voice, even the same mannerisms.
That very instant the truth dawned on her, why was she being hounded after so many years. Because she was at the wrong place in the wrong time. And her survival may cause some strong heads roll. She resigned from the job after getting another job, which she knew will be snatched away from her soon.
That evening she came back from office and was just about to relax when her phone rang, she picked up and beamed after noting the name, it was her only friend from that school, reshmi, she was the one who has been hinting her to leave the joh and has maintained the friendship after so many years, never failing to call her up atleast once a week, sharing all her problems and suggesting her way out.
She pressed the reply button, a chill of recognition ran down her spine when she felt that Reshmi’s voice was too similar to the voice of Nina’s husband Bharat Singh, the tycoon, he used to call up for Nina often.
A big industrialist, who ran multiple web based consultancy businesses starting from job to matrimony and outsourcing, and has stricken gold in ten years (just after the time Jayati left that school). Reshmi was the only person who knew her every move, and she was the one who suggested her to seek discharge from the school on pretext of psychological problems, and asked her to contact her trusted psychiatrist who will give her the false certificate.
She got answers to all her questions in an instant. How she was framed, her reputation and life ruined and monitored. She vowed to herself to be more intelligent on friends and face her cheap enemies with courage and strength.
She fell in love with the school at the very first week, it was for students upto class 12th. She was an average small town girl, bubbly, happy and eager to mix with all. Almost all of her colleagues were married. A few of them were local, but the teacher’s hostel was also full.
She observed within a few weeks that the attrition rate of the school was too high, some of the teachers lasted only two or three months. There were a few teachers who have been working for more than ten years or so but the remaining just came and went. Some left due to justified reason like marriage some without explanation.
She observed with dismay that no matter how much she tried to mix with the teachers they always maintained a cold distance, especially the senior ones, they had only one alibi that the managing committee does not likes their inter-mixing. Strange thing was they used to act the same way in the hostel too, here their alibi was whatever happens in hostel is reported to the managing committee. And strange enough Jayita too started to develop the hunch that whatever happens is word to word relayed to the managing committee. Hence she too developed the habit of keeping silent.
A couple of months have hardly passed when Jayita observed that the moment she used to walk out of hostel to go to school or vice versa a car used to stalk her. She ignored it initially but later she informed her colleagues, who said it must be some one who has fallen in love with her. Jayita outwardly laughed away the matter but became tensed inside because she knew that she was too ordinary looking to be stalked like that.
She had a very close friend there, actually the only friend, Lata, she was a local resident, Jayita often used to go to her home and talk with her. Lata used to sometimes say things which Jayita used to find pretty odd, she often used to talk about women who has in harsh word become mistresses of rich old people and are happy or similar things. She sometimes used to ask Jayita’s opinion on such things, who used to express her point of view. One day the discussion went to call girls and prostitutes and being brought up in a typical old-fashioned environment Jayita uttered some derogatory words about them.
She felt it offended Lata. After a few minutes Lata asked what would have she done if she was forced into such a net and Jayita told the truth she would have killed herself or killed the person who would have trapped her into that even after thousand years. And she meant it.
It seemed some thing went awry from that very day, the moment she used to walk out of her hostel or school a group of extremely dirty people started to stalk her, their behaviour, the language they used towards her scared the living daylight out of her. She has never seen such filthy human beings. She made up her mind about escaping from there, because she became suspicious that there is some thing going on behind the façade of school. Hence she made an excuse of attending a marriage and escaped from there. She went back to her town and told them that she cant come back due to medical reasons, and requested them to accept her resignation.
A few years passed and Jayita became very certain that there was some thing wrong with that school after all, because she was constantly stalked by a group of strangers wherever she went. It appeared as if they used to get some information about her whereabouts the moment she used to walk out of the home. No matter where she joined the jobs used to terminate within a few weeks, or at the maximum few months mostly without salary. As if some strong and powerful group was determined to crush her.
They scandalized her that she had an affair with one of the managing committee member of the school, and once his wife found out she ran away from there, and is still in touch with that guy in discreet. No matter how much she tried her abusers made it certain that they are trusted, as they were too many in numbers people easily believed them, Jayita’s being orphan helped them even more.
They forced her to move out of her home, her town, her family and live on her own. She did not dared to marry because she knew that they will harm the family she gets related to. So she became strong and firm and started to live on her own. Completely ignoring all the abusive behaviour, because she knew that they will have to be content with only that, and she cant fight them because they are too filthy, too well organized, too powerful and too many in numbers.
Finally she found her answer in a shocking manner, she joined a firm run by the wife of a tycoon of the state in which she resided.
A few days passed and she was mystified because she thought that she has seen her boss before, for days, but used to shrug it off as deja vu. Then one day, the truth struck her, even though her boss was using the name of Nina, and she was married to some one else, daughter of some one else, she was most probably Lata, or her lookalike, but that was hardly possible, because not only did they had exactly same looks, they had the same voice, even the same mannerisms.
That very instant the truth dawned on her, why was she being hounded after so many years. Because she was at the wrong place in the wrong time. And her survival may cause some strong heads roll. She resigned from the job after getting another job, which she knew will be snatched away from her soon.
That evening she came back from office and was just about to relax when her phone rang, she picked up and beamed after noting the name, it was her only friend from that school, reshmi, she was the one who has been hinting her to leave the joh and has maintained the friendship after so many years, never failing to call her up atleast once a week, sharing all her problems and suggesting her way out.
She pressed the reply button, a chill of recognition ran down her spine when she felt that Reshmi’s voice was too similar to the voice of Nina’s husband Bharat Singh, the tycoon, he used to call up for Nina often.
A big industrialist, who ran multiple web based consultancy businesses starting from job to matrimony and outsourcing, and has stricken gold in ten years (just after the time Jayati left that school). Reshmi was the only person who knew her every move, and she was the one who suggested her to seek discharge from the school on pretext of psychological problems, and asked her to contact her trusted psychiatrist who will give her the false certificate.
She got answers to all her questions in an instant. How she was framed, her reputation and life ruined and monitored. She vowed to herself to be more intelligent on friends and face her cheap enemies with courage and strength.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
magic
It hurts deep when your own blood betrays you, Reva never realized that the only place she had in the live of her siblings was of a free of cost baby sitter and errand doer.
She was a very soft girl, who was moulded by her siblings according to their wishes, she was always there to help them with a smile on her lips, her siblings felt it better to keep her as a helping hand, hence snipped off all her attempts to stand on her feet in the bud.
As a result, when her mother, the last of her parents passed away she was still single, penniless. Soon her brothers and their families started to harass her to no end and her living in the same household became impossible. Because they were planning to usurp the properties left in her name. They poisoned the minds of the neighbours and relatives taking advantage of her introvert nature. Within a couple of years they made it clear that they wont let her stay in the house, physical and verbal abuse became daily story.
One day she was walking down the street when she saw a small advertisement, educated social worker needed for ashray, a small orphanage, food, shelter and small honorary amount will be provided. She thought about giving it a try and went there.
She located the address, it was a small two storied house, she went to the door, and saw inside, she saw some small autistic children inside, her heart ached with deep pain, most of them were on their fours, crawling painfully, without much control on their limb.
A woman in white saree opened the collapsible gate and asked her in, she had a very serene personality. She asked her to sit down and when to inform the mother superior. Reva sat down, within five minutes four or five children flocked around her with big grin on their faces, their faces lacked proper symmetry but their inner purity made their faces brim with joy.
Reva was very fond of children, her heart went out to these helpless children, discarded by their own parents, too weak to take care of themselves.
A few minutes later she was called in, she met the mother, her name was originally Karuna but she was called mother by every one. She was an elderly lady, past sixty. Here entire personality was serene and peaceful. One look at her face and the heart of the person filled up with deep peace and happiness.
Karuna asked her to take a seat, she sat down, Karuna gently asked her about her qualifications and back ground. After talking with her she asked Reva from when she can shift and join. Reva asked her she will like to start working immediately but asked three or four months before shifting, because she wanted to look into her heart before leaving her home, because she knew once she will be out of that door, her siblings will ensure that the doors are sealed for her.
She started to come to ashray in the morning and left the place in night, within one week she started to love those children with all her heart, her duty was to do petty office jobs and help those children in home works who were able to attend school, with sadness she noticed, ninety per cent of them were not even capable of feeding themselves, forget about other things.
She used to observe with great happiness and pain that the love of these children knew no impurity, the moment they used to see her walk in their small faces used to light up, most of them could not talk a sentence but they used to shout didi, when the time of parting used to come she never felt like leaving them and going back to home.
Even though these children were some times moody, some times violent but their unselfish affection compensated for this all. Hence a month later Reva told Karuna that she wont go back to home any more.
When she left home her siblings smirked at her and taunted her that she will be back within a week, or latest a month but she ignored their comments and moved on.
Months passed to years, she never regretted her decision, one day she got the news that some one has left a small child in the area of her home, she went there, and while she was coming back she met her child hood friend Neepa, she invited her to her home for a cup of tea, when Neepa saw the helpless baby in her arms, she asked Reva about her works in the orphanage.
After listening all she asked Reva whether or not she regrets her decision, Reva replied she has given a lot more affection to her siblings and their children, but in the return she had to leave her own home, whereas these children has cured all the wounds caused by them and filled up her life with their unselfish, pure affection.
She told Neepa that these children have a heart that is not tainted with greed, lust or selfishness. They cant be corrupted, they follow the simple rule, if some one loves you love them back thousand times more.
After a little silence Reva added that that was all she ever asked for in life. And her family was slowly convincing her that unselfish love does not exists, a dark despair which these children has spared her from.
She was a very soft girl, who was moulded by her siblings according to their wishes, she was always there to help them with a smile on her lips, her siblings felt it better to keep her as a helping hand, hence snipped off all her attempts to stand on her feet in the bud.
As a result, when her mother, the last of her parents passed away she was still single, penniless. Soon her brothers and their families started to harass her to no end and her living in the same household became impossible. Because they were planning to usurp the properties left in her name. They poisoned the minds of the neighbours and relatives taking advantage of her introvert nature. Within a couple of years they made it clear that they wont let her stay in the house, physical and verbal abuse became daily story.
One day she was walking down the street when she saw a small advertisement, educated social worker needed for ashray, a small orphanage, food, shelter and small honorary amount will be provided. She thought about giving it a try and went there.
She located the address, it was a small two storied house, she went to the door, and saw inside, she saw some small autistic children inside, her heart ached with deep pain, most of them were on their fours, crawling painfully, without much control on their limb.
A woman in white saree opened the collapsible gate and asked her in, she had a very serene personality. She asked her to sit down and when to inform the mother superior. Reva sat down, within five minutes four or five children flocked around her with big grin on their faces, their faces lacked proper symmetry but their inner purity made their faces brim with joy.
Reva was very fond of children, her heart went out to these helpless children, discarded by their own parents, too weak to take care of themselves.
A few minutes later she was called in, she met the mother, her name was originally Karuna but she was called mother by every one. She was an elderly lady, past sixty. Here entire personality was serene and peaceful. One look at her face and the heart of the person filled up with deep peace and happiness.
Karuna asked her to take a seat, she sat down, Karuna gently asked her about her qualifications and back ground. After talking with her she asked Reva from when she can shift and join. Reva asked her she will like to start working immediately but asked three or four months before shifting, because she wanted to look into her heart before leaving her home, because she knew once she will be out of that door, her siblings will ensure that the doors are sealed for her.
She started to come to ashray in the morning and left the place in night, within one week she started to love those children with all her heart, her duty was to do petty office jobs and help those children in home works who were able to attend school, with sadness she noticed, ninety per cent of them were not even capable of feeding themselves, forget about other things.
She used to observe with great happiness and pain that the love of these children knew no impurity, the moment they used to see her walk in their small faces used to light up, most of them could not talk a sentence but they used to shout didi, when the time of parting used to come she never felt like leaving them and going back to home.
Even though these children were some times moody, some times violent but their unselfish affection compensated for this all. Hence a month later Reva told Karuna that she wont go back to home any more.
When she left home her siblings smirked at her and taunted her that she will be back within a week, or latest a month but she ignored their comments and moved on.
Months passed to years, she never regretted her decision, one day she got the news that some one has left a small child in the area of her home, she went there, and while she was coming back she met her child hood friend Neepa, she invited her to her home for a cup of tea, when Neepa saw the helpless baby in her arms, she asked Reva about her works in the orphanage.
After listening all she asked Reva whether or not she regrets her decision, Reva replied she has given a lot more affection to her siblings and their children, but in the return she had to leave her own home, whereas these children has cured all the wounds caused by them and filled up her life with their unselfish, pure affection.
She told Neepa that these children have a heart that is not tainted with greed, lust or selfishness. They cant be corrupted, they follow the simple rule, if some one loves you love them back thousand times more.
After a little silence Reva added that that was all she ever asked for in life. And her family was slowly convincing her that unselfish love does not exists, a dark despair which these children has spared her from.
Aggression
If we observe keenly we will sadly agree that modern world is of shoving and pushing. The more aggressive you are, the more mileage you will gain. Aggession and ruthlessness has become the mantra for success. Today the gentlemen are roughly pushed to back seat by less qualified or eligible go getters. The softer you are the worser nightmare your career life will become, no matter how capable you are if you cant fight tooth and nail for it, or opt for the “by hook or by crook” policy you wont be able to make steady place.
There will be always a fear lurking in the corner that some one will grab your well deserved seat by some under the seat method.
If we see we will realize that its just the way the society is moving, it does not all of a sudden pops up its head once a person joins an office. Modern day children are brought up that way. Our parents used to teach us compassion, humility, affection. Today the children are taught to be competitive, ruthless, selfish. When they grow up they give the society the same. It does not have any connection with poverty, today the luxury in the life of common man is far more than it was twenty years ago.
We were taught by our parents that sharing never makes you poor, it makes you spiritually rich. The boys and girls who did not shared were called selfish, but today they are called smart.
Some how the sharing tendency has changed to grabbing tendency. We have started to think mainly for only us, even our parents don’t fall in our private circle. We often take them as threat to our luxury too. We cant share our excess income with them, forget about bare necessities.
I have read in an article that its due to population explosion, a group of scientists have proved it with a group of rats in an confined enclosure. The more their numbers grew their aggression increased. If we study human society, we will see the same symptoms. There is an overeager ness for grabbing for things, which we may never need.
Say, for example, where is the problem in sharing our excess clothes or money with people who don’t have any? Is it necessary that we will have to make a postmortem or set up an enquiry committee to assess the worthiness of the stretched hand? How poor he really is, what does he does with the one rupee coin which we gave them or the rejected shirt we gave them? I remember the beautiful doha by rahim which meant those people who stretch their palm for favour are already dead, but those who refuse them are doubly so. They have died before them.
We are forgetting that every society moves together to get a goal. People bulldoze others in stampede or battlegrounds, not in a civilized society. If we turn away our face from the suffering of other peoples, burning down of their houses, our homes will not be saved either.
There will be always a fear lurking in the corner that some one will grab your well deserved seat by some under the seat method.
If we see we will realize that its just the way the society is moving, it does not all of a sudden pops up its head once a person joins an office. Modern day children are brought up that way. Our parents used to teach us compassion, humility, affection. Today the children are taught to be competitive, ruthless, selfish. When they grow up they give the society the same. It does not have any connection with poverty, today the luxury in the life of common man is far more than it was twenty years ago.
We were taught by our parents that sharing never makes you poor, it makes you spiritually rich. The boys and girls who did not shared were called selfish, but today they are called smart.
Some how the sharing tendency has changed to grabbing tendency. We have started to think mainly for only us, even our parents don’t fall in our private circle. We often take them as threat to our luxury too. We cant share our excess income with them, forget about bare necessities.
I have read in an article that its due to population explosion, a group of scientists have proved it with a group of rats in an confined enclosure. The more their numbers grew their aggression increased. If we study human society, we will see the same symptoms. There is an overeager ness for grabbing for things, which we may never need.
Say, for example, where is the problem in sharing our excess clothes or money with people who don’t have any? Is it necessary that we will have to make a postmortem or set up an enquiry committee to assess the worthiness of the stretched hand? How poor he really is, what does he does with the one rupee coin which we gave them or the rejected shirt we gave them? I remember the beautiful doha by rahim which meant those people who stretch their palm for favour are already dead, but those who refuse them are doubly so. They have died before them.
We are forgetting that every society moves together to get a goal. People bulldoze others in stampede or battlegrounds, not in a civilized society. If we turn away our face from the suffering of other peoples, burning down of their houses, our homes will not be saved either.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
playing with fire
Pradeep could clearly see that there was some thing wrong with the father and daughter sitting right opposite him, the girl was too subdued and the guy who introduced himself as his father was not acting like one, the way he was looking at that girl and touching her was any thing but paternal.
He kept watching them pretending as sleeping behind his dark sunglasses, and as if by God’s grace the opportunity came, the guy got down at a station to fetch water and when the train started he missed the compartment.
Pradeep expertly coaxed the girl into a talk and the story which he came to know was horrible. The girl, Priya, as she looked was the daughter of a rich industrialist studying in eighth standard, his father was busy with his life and mother was busy in her own special life, so they forgot their most important duty, bringing up the child.
They gave her own cell connection, net connection at home, and a car and chaufferat her service. She met this guy in a chat room, he showered her with affection, won her trust and taught her to cheat her parents. He asked her to introduce him to her parents as his mathematics tutor, her parents innocently walked into the trap and opened their doors for him.
He became a regular visitor of their house when they were absent, and wove his net around that innocent child, he told her she has the prettiest face in whole India and the talents of becoming a heroine, he took her photographs and slowly coaxed her into taking obscene photographs, which he told was necessary to become a heroince, he fooled her that the photos and negatives will be with her only and gave the negatives to her, keeping a copy for himself without her knowledge.
Next he told her that he knew influential people in Mumbai and they will have to buy their way for the initial break, initially he brainwashed her to squeeze out money from her parents on various pretexts and hand it over to him, which he told he was saving for the fees but finally he told they will need a lot more. He coaxed the girl to steal all the jewellery and cash she could and meet him at Howrah station. He gave the alibi that she will return lot more to her parents once she becomes a successful heroine.
Once they met in Howrah station the guy told Priya to not say anything to her parents, because if they come to know that she has stolen the jewellery and cash and have let him take those photographs they will hate her and may even kill themselves out of shame, every thing will be solved once she is a famous heroine. She can wait till then and trust him.
Pradeep felt sick, he gently coaxed the girl and squeezed out her parent’s address and phone number, when the guy appeared at the next station Pradeep was again faking sleep, he sat down beside Priya without suspecting any thing.
Pradeep got down at the next big station and called Priya’s parents, told them every thing and asked them to meet her in Mumbai station at any cost, he gave them the details of the train, compartment and seat no.
When the train rolled in Mumbai the next afternoon a well dressed respectable looking couple walked inside the compartment, the shock on Priya and her companion’s face told Pradeep the story, he got up and caught the hand of the girl, the guys beside the couple caught hold of the Culprit.
Later in the afternoon Priya’s parents were sitting in Pradeep’s apartment, Priya was sleeping in the next room after crying all the morning. Pradeep gave them a solid piece of mind about bringing up adolescent children, which they heard mutely.
He kept watching them pretending as sleeping behind his dark sunglasses, and as if by God’s grace the opportunity came, the guy got down at a station to fetch water and when the train started he missed the compartment.
Pradeep expertly coaxed the girl into a talk and the story which he came to know was horrible. The girl, Priya, as she looked was the daughter of a rich industrialist studying in eighth standard, his father was busy with his life and mother was busy in her own special life, so they forgot their most important duty, bringing up the child.
They gave her own cell connection, net connection at home, and a car and chaufferat her service. She met this guy in a chat room, he showered her with affection, won her trust and taught her to cheat her parents. He asked her to introduce him to her parents as his mathematics tutor, her parents innocently walked into the trap and opened their doors for him.
He became a regular visitor of their house when they were absent, and wove his net around that innocent child, he told her she has the prettiest face in whole India and the talents of becoming a heroine, he took her photographs and slowly coaxed her into taking obscene photographs, which he told was necessary to become a heroince, he fooled her that the photos and negatives will be with her only and gave the negatives to her, keeping a copy for himself without her knowledge.
Next he told her that he knew influential people in Mumbai and they will have to buy their way for the initial break, initially he brainwashed her to squeeze out money from her parents on various pretexts and hand it over to him, which he told he was saving for the fees but finally he told they will need a lot more. He coaxed the girl to steal all the jewellery and cash she could and meet him at Howrah station. He gave the alibi that she will return lot more to her parents once she becomes a successful heroine.
Once they met in Howrah station the guy told Priya to not say anything to her parents, because if they come to know that she has stolen the jewellery and cash and have let him take those photographs they will hate her and may even kill themselves out of shame, every thing will be solved once she is a famous heroine. She can wait till then and trust him.
Pradeep felt sick, he gently coaxed the girl and squeezed out her parent’s address and phone number, when the guy appeared at the next station Pradeep was again faking sleep, he sat down beside Priya without suspecting any thing.
Pradeep got down at the next big station and called Priya’s parents, told them every thing and asked them to meet her in Mumbai station at any cost, he gave them the details of the train, compartment and seat no.
When the train rolled in Mumbai the next afternoon a well dressed respectable looking couple walked inside the compartment, the shock on Priya and her companion’s face told Pradeep the story, he got up and caught the hand of the girl, the guys beside the couple caught hold of the Culprit.
Later in the afternoon Priya’s parents were sitting in Pradeep’s apartment, Priya was sleeping in the next room after crying all the morning. Pradeep gave them a solid piece of mind about bringing up adolescent children, which they heard mutely.
love and lust
Sujit did not knew who his parents were, they left him to die when he was only five months old, he was saved from sure death by Mr. Rastogi , who was not Mr. Rastogi then, he was Ramu aka Ramnarayan working in a chips factory.
Mr. Rastogi had some vices, very big vices but some goodness inside him compelled him to pick up that ugly child and bring him up with ample care even though he had a daughter and son of his own. He did not brought up Sujit as his own son but did not turned him into a free of cost slave either, he brought him up modestly. As a result Sujit joined his factory after graduation, Mr. Rastogi has already started to utilize his expertise in his first factory to produce chips which he used to sell in packets of big brands, of course illegally.
One night when Sujit came back Mr. Rastogi and Mrs Rastogi were waiting for him in the drawing room, they begged him to save their son Pratik from sure doom, their factory was in his name, and a police raid happened, and Pratik is in lock up. They begged before him to own the responsibilities and surrender himself, they will get him out on bail and make the arrangements for his escape.
Sujit did not had any choice, he was a very just guy, he knew where he would be if Mr. Rastogi did not saved him, he silently accompanied them, they got him bailed out within a month and made arrangements of his disappearance smoothly.
They sent him to a very small town in Uttar Pradesh, rented a home there and asked him to keep a low profile, his expenses were looked after by Pratik who used to visit him atleast once a month. He was very fond of Sujit hence was repentant that he had to suffer because of his father.
One day Sujit was sitting beside his window when he saw a taxi pull up in front of the house opposite to his, a pretty girl descended from the taxi, with her were an old lady and a young guy.
They were his new neighbours, the family was from Delhi, the brother, Raj has joined a big factory in Tejnagar. He brought along his family which consisted of his widow mother and sister Raina. There was some thing in Raina which instantly attracted Raj towards her, her face was not very beautiful but was immensely kind. Her eyes were full of gentlest dreams.
It became an obsession of Sujit to watch her whenever she was visible, he understood very soon that she was a very kind girl, gentle and sensitive. Her world was woven around her family and irrelevant things like books, music, birds, animals and other such things.
Without his knowledge Pratik also saw her and got smitten by her sweetness, his frequency of visits increased and he started to stalk the girl, the girl ignored him because she was least impressed by flashy cars, unfortunately it only increased Pratik’s obsession, he made up his mind about having her as his wife. He knew every thing about her, hence he thought that he will make her leave Tejpur and go back to Delhi, because Pratik’s family lived near the girl’s home in Delhi. Once she is snatched away from her family she will feel lonely and insecured, then he will step in as a rescuer, he will ask his parents to get him married to her.
He acted upon his wish and made the girl so miserable with the help of some of his local chums that the girl left Tejnagar and went back to Delhi. Her mother had to stay back to look after her brother, she went back to her home in Delhi, which was empty at that time. Pratik followed her, he showed her photo to his mother and told her that he wanted to marry her. His parents bluntly refused because the girl was from middle class family.
They forced Pratik to marry some one of their choice, Pratik married the girl without much fuss because she was really beautiful, but fate had some other plans, after his marriage every thing went wrong with them and his wife passed away within five years leaving two small children. Their business also took a downward plunge, Pratik was sure that it was because of that girl’s curse, because he knew that the perfect way in which he has blackwashed her image has made it impossible for her family to find a match for her and she herself has also backed off from the idea of marriage, because they have displayed the dirty side of human nature too explicitly to her.
He shared his secret with his mother and requested her to approach her for marriage. Mrs. Rastogi brushed him off, saying she will find better bride for him, and started to look for one, Pratik requested his father, he softened and asked him to appoint the girl in his office so he could see whether the girl is nice and they could mix, Pratik did the same, to his dismay he noticed that experience has made the girl really rigid and strong willed, she was not interested to give him any type of lift even now, when they were face to face, and he realized another thing that the girl has not casted a single glance at him when he was busy stalking her, because she took him as a stranger.
After seeing her he had a change of heart and consented to his mother to look for another bride, she soon found out a really pretty and cute girl who instantly won Pratik’s heart, but some thing got inside Mr. Rastogi, he said that he wont co operate in his marriage in any way until and unless he marries Raina.
And if he marries some one else he will try to compensate to Raina by giving her half the property he wanted to give Pratik.
All requests from Pratik and his mother fell on deaf ear. Mr. Rastogi has already formed a great affection for the girl, hence he made it very clear that he wont change his mind.
Pratik got desperate and started an attempt to kill that affection, he deliberately used to bother and insult that girl whenever his father was not around and when his father was around he used to transform into an angel, whereas the girl used to act rudely to him, because he was a shameless, rude stalker in his eyes. He once again requested some of his scoundrel accomplices to make that girl leave that job and they started to disturb her.
Mr. Rastogi was observing them pretty keenly without his knowledge, he understood the game his son was playing but could not do any thing much, hence he went to Sujit’s doorstep again, who has settled in Canada, he told him the entire story and requested him to save that girl from Pratik’s clutches, Sujit’s love for her re surfaced, he promised Mr. Rastogi that he will try.
Mr. Rastogi introduced them on pretext of extending his business to Canada. He became her friend very soon and within a few month their friendship intensified, because Sujit loved her with all her heart. Still he could not dare to face her because he had a serious complex about his looks. Within a few months Raina fell in love with him all the harassment she was facing in Pratik and his friends hand only intensified her trust for Sujit.
Sujit asked her if he could look for a job for her in Canada, because he knew every thing about her, he suggested her to relocate and leave those rats behind. She sent him her cv. He soon got a good job for her and she left India.
Pratik got married very soon after her leaving India, he planned to visit Sujit for honeymoon. When he reached there with his newly wed wife and kids he saw Sujit standing beside Raina and his father. The vermillion on Raina’s forehead told him the remaining story. A deep pang went through his heart when he saw the tenderness in Sujit and Raina’s glances when they looked at each other.
Mr. Rastogi had some vices, very big vices but some goodness inside him compelled him to pick up that ugly child and bring him up with ample care even though he had a daughter and son of his own. He did not brought up Sujit as his own son but did not turned him into a free of cost slave either, he brought him up modestly. As a result Sujit joined his factory after graduation, Mr. Rastogi has already started to utilize his expertise in his first factory to produce chips which he used to sell in packets of big brands, of course illegally.
One night when Sujit came back Mr. Rastogi and Mrs Rastogi were waiting for him in the drawing room, they begged him to save their son Pratik from sure doom, their factory was in his name, and a police raid happened, and Pratik is in lock up. They begged before him to own the responsibilities and surrender himself, they will get him out on bail and make the arrangements for his escape.
Sujit did not had any choice, he was a very just guy, he knew where he would be if Mr. Rastogi did not saved him, he silently accompanied them, they got him bailed out within a month and made arrangements of his disappearance smoothly.
They sent him to a very small town in Uttar Pradesh, rented a home there and asked him to keep a low profile, his expenses were looked after by Pratik who used to visit him atleast once a month. He was very fond of Sujit hence was repentant that he had to suffer because of his father.
One day Sujit was sitting beside his window when he saw a taxi pull up in front of the house opposite to his, a pretty girl descended from the taxi, with her were an old lady and a young guy.
They were his new neighbours, the family was from Delhi, the brother, Raj has joined a big factory in Tejnagar. He brought along his family which consisted of his widow mother and sister Raina. There was some thing in Raina which instantly attracted Raj towards her, her face was not very beautiful but was immensely kind. Her eyes were full of gentlest dreams.
It became an obsession of Sujit to watch her whenever she was visible, he understood very soon that she was a very kind girl, gentle and sensitive. Her world was woven around her family and irrelevant things like books, music, birds, animals and other such things.
Without his knowledge Pratik also saw her and got smitten by her sweetness, his frequency of visits increased and he started to stalk the girl, the girl ignored him because she was least impressed by flashy cars, unfortunately it only increased Pratik’s obsession, he made up his mind about having her as his wife. He knew every thing about her, hence he thought that he will make her leave Tejpur and go back to Delhi, because Pratik’s family lived near the girl’s home in Delhi. Once she is snatched away from her family she will feel lonely and insecured, then he will step in as a rescuer, he will ask his parents to get him married to her.
He acted upon his wish and made the girl so miserable with the help of some of his local chums that the girl left Tejnagar and went back to Delhi. Her mother had to stay back to look after her brother, she went back to her home in Delhi, which was empty at that time. Pratik followed her, he showed her photo to his mother and told her that he wanted to marry her. His parents bluntly refused because the girl was from middle class family.
They forced Pratik to marry some one of their choice, Pratik married the girl without much fuss because she was really beautiful, but fate had some other plans, after his marriage every thing went wrong with them and his wife passed away within five years leaving two small children. Their business also took a downward plunge, Pratik was sure that it was because of that girl’s curse, because he knew that the perfect way in which he has blackwashed her image has made it impossible for her family to find a match for her and she herself has also backed off from the idea of marriage, because they have displayed the dirty side of human nature too explicitly to her.
He shared his secret with his mother and requested her to approach her for marriage. Mrs. Rastogi brushed him off, saying she will find better bride for him, and started to look for one, Pratik requested his father, he softened and asked him to appoint the girl in his office so he could see whether the girl is nice and they could mix, Pratik did the same, to his dismay he noticed that experience has made the girl really rigid and strong willed, she was not interested to give him any type of lift even now, when they were face to face, and he realized another thing that the girl has not casted a single glance at him when he was busy stalking her, because she took him as a stranger.
After seeing her he had a change of heart and consented to his mother to look for another bride, she soon found out a really pretty and cute girl who instantly won Pratik’s heart, but some thing got inside Mr. Rastogi, he said that he wont co operate in his marriage in any way until and unless he marries Raina.
And if he marries some one else he will try to compensate to Raina by giving her half the property he wanted to give Pratik.
All requests from Pratik and his mother fell on deaf ear. Mr. Rastogi has already formed a great affection for the girl, hence he made it very clear that he wont change his mind.
Pratik got desperate and started an attempt to kill that affection, he deliberately used to bother and insult that girl whenever his father was not around and when his father was around he used to transform into an angel, whereas the girl used to act rudely to him, because he was a shameless, rude stalker in his eyes. He once again requested some of his scoundrel accomplices to make that girl leave that job and they started to disturb her.
Mr. Rastogi was observing them pretty keenly without his knowledge, he understood the game his son was playing but could not do any thing much, hence he went to Sujit’s doorstep again, who has settled in Canada, he told him the entire story and requested him to save that girl from Pratik’s clutches, Sujit’s love for her re surfaced, he promised Mr. Rastogi that he will try.
Mr. Rastogi introduced them on pretext of extending his business to Canada. He became her friend very soon and within a few month their friendship intensified, because Sujit loved her with all her heart. Still he could not dare to face her because he had a serious complex about his looks. Within a few months Raina fell in love with him all the harassment she was facing in Pratik and his friends hand only intensified her trust for Sujit.
Sujit asked her if he could look for a job for her in Canada, because he knew every thing about her, he suggested her to relocate and leave those rats behind. She sent him her cv. He soon got a good job for her and she left India.
Pratik got married very soon after her leaving India, he planned to visit Sujit for honeymoon. When he reached there with his newly wed wife and kids he saw Sujit standing beside Raina and his father. The vermillion on Raina’s forehead told him the remaining story. A deep pang went through his heart when he saw the tenderness in Sujit and Raina’s glances when they looked at each other.
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