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Saturday, 18 June 2011

School-memories forever…



School, Classes, Dance, Music, Parties, Chat, Phone calls, Books, puppy love, all this simply vanishes in a few years. The class 10th farewell might have been the most touchy of all. Imagine after spending 10 years together we bid adieu to all our ’Chaddi friends’ who have been with us all through 10years of our lives. All getting apart on the same day. Different fields, colleges, new world, colourful dresses, new friends but yet not the same bonding & yaari. Even though we make new friends & even best friends in college those school friends are still so dear. After a long break even if you meet a friend from school to whom you never spoke to, tears simply roll down as we look back to those kiddy days spend together and you run to talk to them.

Those fights might have been real frustrating at that time but today as we look back don’t you wish it continued a bit more? School was probably the best place we could ever be, safe, careful, nurtured well behaved. In college we got the freedom we always wanted but we still loved school. Sometimes this sounds emotional, but when we look at school after a long time we wish those days never ended. College taught us to see the real world but school taught us how to see it. Which is more important, depends, but what we learnt from our teachers in those 10years will always be carried all through our lives. No matter how much they smacked us but what we learnt from that we will never forget.

Looking back at school reminds us of the favorite vada pav and the samosa in the canteen. We’ll never find a better place that can offer those same delights as in school. The break time was probably the most enjoyed time of all. Alas! No one can deny the fact that school is over…but what remains back are memories forever...




Remember when you first went to school, the first time you cried, the first time you were left all alone without your parents, it might be the horrible, isn’t it? But today as you look back to that day, it makes one happy because if it wasn’t that day at school, learning the first ABC would be difficult, but was for those teachers who made it simple & easy for us. It’s the place where we were guided, nurtured & molded as a whole new being. It was then that we learnt to recognize ourselves.

Leaving back all those riches, toys, clothes, poverty, parents home we came to an institution together that in turn build in us a ray of light for tomorrow’s darkened world. It provides and makes a child know himself better. It’s a temple. When we all go to our respective religious places of worship the first thing we do is bow our heads before God and that’s exactly what a school is all about, where no matter how much we were yelled at and punished but as we look at it today our heads bow down in respect, for what was taught to us as a kid we shall never forget and all those teachers who made our lives worth are our God indeed.

In temples we learn to pray just as similarly as we learn and build our knowledge in school. Teachers who were there to guide us at every fall taught us the values. They taught us to respect, to share, to love and to help those in need and the list goes on.

A saying goes ‘we learn through our own mistakes’ but the fact is learning which was inherited in us was because of our teachers. People, who grow to be rich, successful & famous, have not just learnt through their mistakes but it is all because of those teachers who taught them how to grasp the nuances and affix them perfectly in their day to day life. But Alas! It is very sad to see just a handful of them remember their works. For a teacher is a mother, a father and a guiding light for a little child in those crucial years of their life. She is the one who helps in molding the child’s future & his career. No wonder a teacher is called God and God’s called a teacher.

As we realize what we are today is all because of someone who taught us the very essence of life, let’s remember them and help them in all that they need. There was a time when we fell because of our mistakes & they helped us stand profoundly among the others. Today we have a chance to tell them how much we care. So let’s take the smallest initiative to thank and help all of them and tell them that all that they taught us & all that we are today, we owe to them.

A small true heart taking story I came across

There are many people whom I have come across who take life for granted. Some take it too seriously and some too lightly, and there are some who live just because they have to and few others because they have no other option. This might sound insane but it is so true to people whom I have met. Well, there is a lot more to it. The story below will surely make a few brains to put on their thinking caps. This is a story that inspires me about life.

I was in the third year of college studying media. It was prelims and that day was my last paper and I had also got my 1st paper in hand in which I topped. It was indeed a wonderful feeling. I got into the bus and switched on the FM for some goods songs. And as I was browsing through the various stations I came across my favourite RJ who was about to take a caller. I stopped and hanged on to the station.

This was a call from a boy who was basically from UP about 14-15yrs old. He was just out of school but had not taken admission in college. When the RJ asked him the reason, I’m sure all those listening might have held their hearts for a moment. He was affected by the vicious Cancer. He wanted to be an engineer, since there was no one in his family who studied more than 7th standard. But then all his dreams and ambitions came crashing down when he heard that there was very little time for him to live.

He wanted to go to Shimla kulu manali after his Boards but then after listening about Cancer his family decided not to exert him. They had bought him to Mumbai for kemo therapy. His family ran down into shock when they learnt that he had just 1month in his hand. And now when he called he had just a week more to go. I cried listening to this. Thinking what has that little soul done to get that punishment. He was questioned as to how he is dealing with the fact that he will die in a few days. He said “I always wanted to visit Shimla kullu manali and I feel excited. It looks like I am not going to die but going to visit it very soon. I always wanted to see, feel and touch God. I am happy I will do it soon. I had many dreams about my career and life but they cannot come true anymore. But I will surely ask God to give me a longer life next time to accomplish it”

He would not be alive to even see his result. It was his last journey on earth. On one hand where God gifts people with beautiful lives he plans for us a great living, but there are few who disrespect his plans and commit suicide. This is just a very touching story that I will never forget in life. Latter when I spoke to the RJ about this he too was numb and speechless for a long time about it.

This is also a social message to all those people how think there is NO NOPTION. Look at life from another angle it is yet very beautiful, its just how you look at it.




Seperated to be together


She signed the papers one after another, without reading them...cursing everything that went wrong, she moved from page to page with a heavy heart and looked at each of the 7 pages blankly...she stared without uttering a word until she was done. She knew she signed it the last and the final time - Pragati Sahil Deshmukh.

It was 2years since she had married Sahil, an arranged marriage though, they both were attracted to each other at the first glimpse and it was a happy successful marriage on the 18th of January...until this disaster struck her.

Today, it had all come to an end, when Sahil barged into the kitchen and threw the Divorce papers on the dining table and walked out ordering her to sign them as soon as possible.

As she stood at the window and looked outside, tears rolled generously leaving her all devastated. Every moment she spent with him came to her as a movie playing in a flashback mode. She found herself lost, all alone in the middle of the sea...no one to hold on to...no one to tell what she felt like...just she and herself.

She silently dragged herself to the hall with an intension to question Sahil...but she seen him enjoying his PSP, totally unaffected by the trauma she was going through...she was more disturbed.

Wiping her tears with her shivering hands she entered the bedroom......oh! How much it represented her little life ...yet her heart was heavy and her eyes sore...Bedroom was the place where she spent the happiest moments of her life...but today that one room was divided into two...

She silently opened the door....And her heart went Thud! For a moment...

The entire bedroom was lit up with candles...and red roses all over the place..The bed had her favorite bed sheet...the room had the fragrance she loved all the time...And right @ the middle of the room was a small table decorated with a golden candle stand and two dinner plates lying in there...there was a note read with a bouquet that said "This love will never end"

She smiled without knowing what was really happening...and then a voice came singing from behind " Jab koi baat bigad jaye jab koi mushkil pad jaye....tum dena saath mera...oh humnawa...na koi hai...na koi tha...zindagi mein tumhare siwa...tum dena saath mera oh humnawa"

She ran into his arms as if there was no safer place to be at that moment...and they kissed...but she was all confused with the Divorce papers that he left on the table...she questioned him "But what were those papers all about?...I don't get you...what was that?"

He replied, “I knew you never questioned me...even if those orders were contradicting your life values...that’s y I put those papers on the table and left...do you want to know what those papers read?" She replied "of course"
He read" the first page is an agreement...that you'll be with me for the rest of my life as my one and only wife...for this page states I marry you once again...with all my love and all my heart....The next seven pages are the explanation of how much I love you by reliving those seven promises we made on our marriage day during the saath phere, every paper is a sign that we are married again with the bond of the seven promises to live together-forever

Seven Vows In Hindu Wedding
  • The bride and the groom take the first step of the seven vows to pledge that they would provide a prospered living for the household or the family that they would look after and avoid those that might hinder their healthy living.
  • During the second step of the seven pheras, the bride and the groom promise that they would develop their physical, mental and spiritual powers in order to lead a lifestyle that would be healthy.
  • During the third vow, the couple promises to earn a living and increase by righteous and proper means, so that their materialistic wealth increases manifold.
  • While taking the fourth vow, the married couple pledges to acquire knowledge, happiness and harmony by mutual love, respect, understanding and faith.
  • The fifth vow is taken to have expand their heredity by having children, for whom, they will be responsible. They also pray to be blessed with healthy, honest and brave children.
  • While taking the sixth step around the sacred fire, the bride and the groom pray for self-control of the mind, body and soul and longevity of their marital relationship.
  • When the bride and the groom take the seventh and the last vow, they promise that they would be true and loyal to each other and would remain companions and best of friends for the lifetime.
and all this sums up to our signed promise of love...I love you Pragati"

And the night went on...


The Colouring Boy


He looked lost in the traffic around him. But even through his tearful eyes he sold coloring books for some money. After a few nods he could finally find someone whom he could convince. He then would go to a place and hide to count the money he had just earned. He himself never learnt to count. After all he was just 7years old. It didn’t matter to him how much money he had but what was more convincing to him was the amount of coins that were with him. If someone would pay him a note of Rs.10 he thought it was not as valuable as much as someone who paid him the same Rs.10 in ten coins. I saw him struggle arranging all the money under the flyover. And sitting profusely restless in the heat of the sun in an auto rickshaw, this little boy had the power to aberrant my mind towards him.

As I still sat watching the kid carefully, I noticed another boy; someone who was almost 15-16years old was heading towards him. The boy was tall, plump and also seemed a little scary. Looking at him, the little boy ran away. I was left utter confused. And the signal turned green. My rickshaw started on its way to Thane. The lovely wind blew over my face and I was relived. Just then, after a few meters away, I seen a mob gathered around. It didn’t seem the usual one, so I ordered the rickshaw driver to stop. He refused in Marathi, saying “Kai tai, he tar nehmichach asta, thokla asel koni bhekarya mulala”. He meant to say that this is an everyday scene. Someone might have hit a beggar. I sat astonished. I prayed, hoping it was not that little boy. Even though I didn’t know him, I knew that there was something that the kid had in him, something unusual.

I stopped the rickshaw and ran with curiosity towards the mob; following me was the rickshaw driver. My prayers were not answered, it was the same boy, still breathing hard and trying to wake up. All the coloring books he had were shattered all around him as he fell helpless. I picked him up and took him to a nearby hospital in the same rickshaw. He had lost a lot of blood but I was happy he was alive. After a few hours he came to conscious. And I decided to meet him.

The very moment he saw me he smiled. My eyes filled with tears as I sat beside him. I learnt a very heart taking story from him. He was the only child who was thrown out of the house to earn money. He wanted to study, he told me he liked music and danced in every wedding band that played in the hall near by. But he knew money was more important than his desires & likings. The bruises on his tender hands that he showed me were of iron heated rods that his step brother who ran behind him for money gave him if he didn’t hand over the money. And as his eyes filled with pain, drew towards me, my heart was touched. I wanted to hand over his step brother to the police when the kid spoke to me maturely and told me not to do so. He told me he had forgiven his brother and so should I.

I was on my way for an interview, when I met this boy. Today he lives with me. I call him Raj. He is accomplishing his mechanical engineering. That day I had learnt a lesson from a 7year old boy, a lesson of forgiveness & simplicity. He made my life colourful.

Life is like an MBA entrance Exam :(


Seriously!

In case you just come across these MBA entrance exam papers you will notice the people giving them are almost half by the time the D-day comes. That's exactly the case with life...by the time you get to understand life your one leg is in the grave and the other on the banana skin. not to blame any one but that's the fact of life.

If you again look carefully and try to solve the problem I'm sure you will loose your sense of actually finding out things the straight way. moreover the answers are straight before you but you still want to confirm it over & over again, since you don't want to take a chance. After you actually solve the sum & finally are satisfied, you realize the answer you have got is not there in the options "Ghor Sankat". Trust me this is the most terrible of all. when you actually sit down and spend almost 20mins over one sum & you realize 'shucks' there is no option as such...now what? you go with the answer that is very near to the answer you got...Bingo!...you'll never get it right, above that you lose marks by 0.5 negative marking :(

sometimes you go 'luck by chance' and think of answering a question by playing Akad bakkad bambe buu...again, all the options look similar...after actually staring at the options for 5mins you decide to move to the next...opss!...the next looks even more dangerous...the you think the earlier one was better...and again jump to it...

By the time you keep doing this the bell rings and the paper is done with just 30 attempts...

thats exactly the scene with life...by the time you try to understand life your almost on your death bed..trying to solve the mystery is more difficult because you always tend to choose the wrong options(Marriage) and then think after 25yrs of marriage i wish i said a yes to Parvati..atleast yeh panvati toh haath nahi lagti...

well, in both these situations what really hits the bull's eye is the Strategy that you apply, the right strategy in MBA will get you into an IIM and the right strategy in life will get you a happy life...

Well, but we are humans. if we don't make a mistake who will? Isn't it?Jai ho!


A letter to my Love...about what is Love to me :)


When someone once asked me how can one describe Love I wondered myself, how? Love is something that cannot be described in words. It’s just a feeling between two souls that speak. It’s a silent move. It’s a non-verbal way of communication which has not yet been discovered. Love for me is when everything around you looks beautiful, you try to see beauty even in a shabby room, and you fell better every time you look in the mirror. You look at the sky and talk, telling the moon to convey your message to him, missing him the moment he is away from you, checking your mobile phone in the middle of the night, talking for hours together yet cannot go out of topics. Love at times is speechless. It’s a heart and soul reader. Love is when you know what he feels before he himself knows it, it is when both start thinking the same thing at a time and laugh over it, it is when you start giving yourself into his arms, just never to wake up, it is when you look into his eyes and see your world in him, it is when you find only his shoulder to cry and share on when you need someone, love is when you stop thinking of yourself but every moment about him.

Love is much more than what can be described in words. For me love is finding the truth of living my life with one man forever. Love is indescribable, mutual understanding, togetherness and the connection of the soul that might happen every time one meets. Love is when you find him in every thing you see, feel and touch, it is when you imagine him as a pillow and hold him tight while you sleep, it is when you smile every time you think of him, love is when you are in the crowd and yet can feel him near. Yet love has no true meaning, because everyone loves someone in a different way, yet so unique


Love?
For me its like a walk to remember
A long walk...Hand in Hand
Some sweet conversations
some salty
some really heart to heart
and some difficult to start

Life?
For me its you
Starts with your smile
and ends with your kiss
and every new morning
Is like a new begining

Care?
for me it's a simple smile
When you look into my eyes
And say that you love me
It's how your eyes dance
when you come close to me

Music?
Is when you sing a song for me
When I know I don't like that one
Yet I start loving it when you sing it to me
It's when you humm a stanza that I love
and I can't say how much I liked it

World?
For me its you
Revolves around your happiness
and rotates on your love
Misses you everytime a star falls by
and needs you every moment you say goodbye

Romance?
Is when you come closer to me
and whisper in my ears
Of the love straight from your heart
its when your lips tremble
and the night goes dark...dark...sound....

Thats when I want to tell you
you're that every single thing to me
you are my happiness, my life....That everytihng you see :)

I love you <3...if only you understood me, things would be different :)

The Colourless Christmas…


I was at the mall shopping for Christmas & as I sat at the rounded sitting fence around the tree at Nirmal, I seen this grubby little boy,5-6years old, holding a bag on his shoulder and in his hand was a bundle of Santa caps. A thought ran round my head, for all around the world the atmosphere is Christmassy, the love, decorations, lightings, shopping bags, gifts etc but for these little children a Santaclause only lives in dreams.

I remember complaining & arguing with mum about gifts and toys when I was a kid as every child does, even though I had all, I would cry for those little petty things. But today I repent when I look at these kids, selling caps on signals & around season. For them the person who buys a cap is a Santaclause. But I’ve seen people arguing, shouting & bargaining with this poor little boy as he goes around the place dancing to the tune of Christmas carols. I could find that unique happiness in his eyes after he sold a cap that I never found in me even though I had everything in this world one could ask for.

Opss! I felt so ashamed of myself that I went away from there. But then this little thought that may be I might have come across just for a few seconds helped me change a part in me. And guess what? This little boy taught me a lesson that wherever I think of a luxurious thing I must first think how much do the children of a lesser God have.


I’m going to celebrate every occasion in life that is important with the less gifted. Amen!.