Life is Precious...Preserve it

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. 

She's the woman!

You call her a mother, a daughter, a sister, a wife or simply a Woman...yet she plays each and every role given to her in respect and devotion to her every relation. What I adore about being a woman myself is the determination and power that makes me special. Indeed I feel proud to be what I am born as.

On one hand where a girl child is being killed on the basis on gender, this day reminds us of the reality of how important this day means to us. After all A women only has the power to give birth & only she can man a man who he is & can be...

8th March is celebrated as International Women's day, where in its the day we remember all the women around the world. I respect adore and would like to wish all the women around the world a Very Happy Women's Day.

How much reality counts??

I have been watching these reality shows on television since a very long time and one thing that I have noticed is that people have developed this weird type of liking for such shows...whether the shows are about marring, singing, dancing or just getting locked up in a room to get a sum of money. Instead of taking it in a general way let me talk about myself...I somehow don't agree with these reality shows...though they try to depict that it has changed the face on Indian television I cannot really take this as a boon to Tv industry...oh come on just to earn a little TRP I dnt agree to put a hundred lives for a toss. From those tender kids under heat lights working for 8hours at a stretch. I think sometimes its about ethics.

I am from an Advertising background and I believe there are many things that are looked over in this industry. Call it ETHICS as for now, just ethics. It looks like a minuscule word in a dictionary but means a lot when it comes to judging yourself on a larger platform. Its all confusing when you see a child on Tv & you laugh but the toil that gets behind the sets are equally disturbing...

Please Stop this

Valentine's Day!...Is it just a Day??

Valentine's Day! A day that probably every loved soul wants to enjoy!..and why on earth did i mention that word "probably", its simply because not all think it that way. Well, coming to the point, Valentine's day for me is not a day just to say how much you love or care and whatever that follows... in fact for me the meaning goes abyss...

Tell me one thing, is a specific day like Valentine's Day required to tell your loved one that you love him/her?? if its love its there at every moment when your together, that every step you walk together hand in hand, that every laugh, that every comforting shoulder, that feel of being there. Do you think this all can be expressed and said just in one day? I seriously don't think so. Because these are the feelings that are developed only i due course of time. Some are lucky, some are not, but that doesn't matter.

Love for me is Aeon. There is nothing like today and tomorrow. It's forever..Where there is Love there is a Heart break, Where there is a heart break there is pain and where there is pain there is love...and it goes on...


Poem

I loved you and i still do
what differs is the distance
when things go wrong i see you
when things so right i can feel you

There are times when i wish you were here
to hold me & tell me you are near
like an angel you are there behind me
what isn't there, is you aren't with me

I have seen you laugh
but cannot see you cry
thank god you walked away
before my eyes would see you dry

Today i wish i could tell you
how much my heart felt for you
but yet another day goes by
you turn away and say good bye

Love, Life & a Big Confusion

I don't know if this is the situation with everyone but somehow i feel this is the biggest confusion whenever i look at life from a bigger & broader perspective. Well, that's not all, when ever you take a trip down the lane you'll find things so stupid that you are embarrassed. But then its all past, happened, gone & all cried over long time ago...

Love is one such vague thing that i cannot really get over very soon. Recently i got an SMS frm a frnd saying: " All desirable things in life are either

# Illegal

# Banned

# Expensive

# Married / Committed to someone else..."

that's really so true...when u really think of a person to be yours...hell, he is commited...well, Happens..."All is Well"...i dnt know why now a days this "all is wel"l also doesn't work...probably because the impact has vanished with my choco boy Omi Vaidhya :P ....Dnt ask me why hes a choco boy to me...:P

but well, im happy im back to the track..Alone...and trust me there is no happiness greater than as compared to being Single & enjoying...No relations, No tensions, No distractions...Happy to be single this Valentine..so should you :)

Children & Sue-Side

After the blockbuster movie ‘3 Idiots & the whole controversy following the movie, it has successfully hit every chart, never the less it has also hit the suicide charts in the country. Everyday there are little children ending lives by handing themselves. On one hand we believe that today’s children are tomorrow’s future, on the other hand suicidal cases as headlines are flashing all media channels. These are indeed some gruesome realities embracing the country. The question is not how such things are happening in fact, why is it happening and what can be done to stop it.

Who is to be blamed for this? The parents? The institute? Or the Child? The answer is simple, no one. Everyone goes through Tension, pressure and challenging situations in life, but the one who has the guts to face the reality and fight back are the one’s who win. It’s all about how well one deals with situations. When a kid finds difficulty whom does he seek first? If he wants to express his feelings of happiness, sadness whom does he look up to? It is not just this but a number of things that follow. Suicide is not a one days thought, but a series of frustration, pressure that a child goes through for years together. If the child cannot express he is bound to take such drastic steps in life which leaves not only his family & friends but also the people in and around him in utter distress.

Some people think counseling and psychologists are meant to be consulted only when things are worse or for that matter if one visits a counselor he is psychic. Breaking the myth, it’s not about being psychic but just knowing what to do next before someone else commits a suicide. And who knows a child better than his parents.

Here are certain points that have to be kept in mind by the parents in order to guide the child in a way that he feels free.

Communicate to the child on daily basis casually & know about his school, friends, studies etc. Remember the better you communicate the more freely the child can express his thoughts to you.

Try not to demoralize and compare the child with another as every child is different. Not all can be business men or doctors; some have to be leaders in their own field of interest.

Give the child the freedom to choose between his career and hobbies. If he wants to make his hobby his career and is keen on perusing it, let him go ahead, support him.

Try to be friends and a guide to the child whom he can share his troubles and difficulties with.

Do not pressurize the child, as no work is done the best under pressure.

Indulge the child in at least one extra curricular activity of his interest like sports, music, dance, instruments etc where he enjoys himself.

Try to balance the child’s daily routine, giving equal and enough time for every activity done during the day.

Lastly, it’s about proper guidance & love that nurtures the child and all that the child grasps in his initial years is lived on forever. Therefore what is today’s input is tomorrows output

The Coloring boy! ~ Short Story!

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 chemical engineering. That day I had learnt a lesson from a 7year old boy, a lesson of forgiveness & simplicity. He made my life colourful.