Smile should not be a Mock…
“Stop your vehicle”
What would come to your mind, when the men in white uniform bark at you forcing you to park along the side and show your vehicle proofs near the signal which is busy all times. And when you see fellow bikers like you were also stopped and even the carwalas were not spared.
I am heading towards for an interview that is scheduled at the venue nearby to the signal and been stopped. The vehicle I am driving is not mine and that of my friend’s which I had borrowed for my travel. I checked out for the RC , Insurance and the pollution certificate and found that I had forgot to collect the RC from my friend and noticed that the pollution certificate has just got expired yesterday.
It’s clear that there is no way to go, if am going to pay the fine, I have to kill my time till my turn comes. But the fact is I don’t know how much I should pay as fine in case of this scenario.
“Show me the license, RC and Insurance”, men in white uniform demanded, I showed him my license, Insurance of the vehicle and Pollution Certificate. He forgot to ask for the RC from me as he has noticed that the pollution certificate has expired. I had no chance to argue as I knew his intentions and that I don’t have the RC.
I checked my wallet, I had few hundred rupees which I don’t want to feed him and luckily my friend came in rescue to help me out and we fed the cannibal with a fifty rupee note in which the father of the nation is seen smiling.
Not only then, when my brother wanted to get a two wheeler drivers license, I asked him to feed the money eating cannibals with a hundred rupee in which the father of the nation is smiling. Also, in each and everything were the things has to move fast, papers with the father of the nation smiling was fed and advised others to do the same, ignoring the fact that bribery and corruption has been injected in our minds ignoring the father of the nation smiling at us, on our journey into the dark age, from where he struggled his life to uproot us.
Ignoring the values and the struggle, corruption has become a daily walk of life in the day to day life, until the wake of the day i read about this young 72 years driver driving the nation on his Gandhian way, so that at the out come of his mission, we can smile along with the father of the nation’s victorious smile
Else the smiling face will be smiling only as mocking at us.
Support Anna Hazare !
Wake Up India !
Friday, April 8, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Until the day I saw him….
“I am Sorry”, I dialled back to her. I felt the love that she had towards me which I forgot to reciprocate in my own world of future.
I send them money on the first of every month and I think that’s what I am supposed to do and I had never ever spoken to them with love, until the day I saw him. . I am out of my home for the past 8 years, first four years for my degree college and next four years for my career, no time I had bought my parents with me to my place. I visit them once in 6 months or 9 months for a week’s time and even then I don’t spend time in my home, I roam around to meet my friends or go somewhere but am not in home, our lives connected through the famous tagline “Connecting People”.
“Mom, will you please stop here, if you have something else to say will talk , else I will call you tomorrow, please don’t keep on suggesting me what should I do and what not”
“I don’t have anything else but “she started again with her lecture.
“Mom I will call you tomorrow, I am ending the call “I terminated the call, I should have be patient with her but I couldn’t control myself .I don’t know what my mom would have felt but I am upset and angry. She thinks me a small kid who doesn’t have the common sense of what I am doing.
I know she loves me, but I am not in the stage of spoon feeding anymore, I was travelling to my room and an elderly couple got into the train with their kid. He was holding his mother’s hand and was looking awkward, he was too childish in his attire and I am damn sure he should be elder than me and he is abnormal from all. Both mother and father were too old too to be taken care while they were taking care of this kid. While getting down the mother got hold of the kids hand, she was so caring that she had a very tight grip onto his hand that he doesn’t move away. Even during the travel they were taking care of each and everything around him and his activities, I was moved by, this is what parents are meant for, to love without expectation for the only reason they gave life to us and they feel it’s their duty is to protect us, Money cannot bring all happiness in life, I felt I am missing something to reciprocate; I have become too materialistic that I forgot to show my love.
“I am Sorry, I love you Mom”, I could sense that her eyes were getting wet from the silence in the call and so were mine, I am not going to disconnect the call until she finishes and am going to wait there with LOVE.
I send them money on the first of every month and I think that’s what I am supposed to do and I had never ever spoken to them with love, until the day I saw him. . I am out of my home for the past 8 years, first four years for my degree college and next four years for my career, no time I had bought my parents with me to my place. I visit them once in 6 months or 9 months for a week’s time and even then I don’t spend time in my home, I roam around to meet my friends or go somewhere but am not in home, our lives connected through the famous tagline “Connecting People”.
“Mom, will you please stop here, if you have something else to say will talk , else I will call you tomorrow, please don’t keep on suggesting me what should I do and what not”
“I don’t have anything else but “she started again with her lecture.
“Mom I will call you tomorrow, I am ending the call “I terminated the call, I should have be patient with her but I couldn’t control myself .I don’t know what my mom would have felt but I am upset and angry. She thinks me a small kid who doesn’t have the common sense of what I am doing.
I know she loves me, but I am not in the stage of spoon feeding anymore, I was travelling to my room and an elderly couple got into the train with their kid. He was holding his mother’s hand and was looking awkward, he was too childish in his attire and I am damn sure he should be elder than me and he is abnormal from all. Both mother and father were too old too to be taken care while they were taking care of this kid. While getting down the mother got hold of the kids hand, she was so caring that she had a very tight grip onto his hand that he doesn’t move away. Even during the travel they were taking care of each and everything around him and his activities, I was moved by, this is what parents are meant for, to love without expectation for the only reason they gave life to us and they feel it’s their duty is to protect us, Money cannot bring all happiness in life, I felt I am missing something to reciprocate; I have become too materialistic that I forgot to show my love.
“I am Sorry, I love you Mom”, I could sense that her eyes were getting wet from the silence in the call and so were mine, I am not going to disconnect the call until she finishes and am going to wait there with LOVE.
Monday, March 21, 2011
When eyes met
I was travelling in the tram with my friends from my appartment towards city, jus two stops after mine , two girls got into the tram . i was standing near my friends as they were seated and we were chatting and got interested in this one girl i gave her a look and when i noticed her seeing me i jus directed my look somewhere else, and so it was happening like this and we are in stop number 17 and the city station stop is 14, my friend said dont stare at her man , have a gentle look , but what to do i have got a proturding eyeballs that are big enough that even a romantic look ends up staring.
The train has jus crossed stop number 15 and 14 is about to come and she is standing close to her friend who was standing next to me preparing to get down and when i was about to distract my look from her as my friends were feeling that i am going to get hit because of staring, suddenly she gave me a look , jus a current of 1000kw passed through the air into me from the spark produced from the meeting of our looks and she saw me , man , she saw me , i was curious and was in cloud nine, got down from the tram and she got into the station and my friends didnt allow me to follow her, but still man she saw me..
I dont know when will i meet her again.. even if that happens i dont know will she remember me...
but i cannot forget her and the minute of joy that we exchanged with our looks....
The train has jus crossed stop number 15 and 14 is about to come and she is standing close to her friend who was standing next to me preparing to get down and when i was about to distract my look from her as my friends were feeling that i am going to get hit because of staring, suddenly she gave me a look , jus a current of 1000kw passed through the air into me from the spark produced from the meeting of our looks and she saw me , man , she saw me , i was curious and was in cloud nine, got down from the tram and she got into the station and my friends didnt allow me to follow her, but still man she saw me..
I dont know when will i meet her again.. even if that happens i dont know will she remember me...
but i cannot forget her and the minute of joy that we exchanged with our looks....
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
In the name of LOVE - a short story
Moon was bright and the stars were glittering in that cool night, one or two passerby’s were been guided by the street lights in the adjacent streets, Trucks, cabs, car were marking their attendance as they were passing by the Gated Community.
23:30 hrs, the numbers started blinking in the watch.
Rahul picked up Priya and started driving in the NH. It was their usual Night Drive after their daily work, either Rahul or Priya never miss their night rides in and out of the city; either in her “Pleasure” or in his “Thunder Bird”. Most times it will be the roller-coaster ride in the “Thunder Bird” as Priya will be avoiding to drive her “Pleasure” with mischievous Rahul who will not be a silent kid sitting behind.
“Rahul, Let me Drive”
“You’re the one who is driving, Priya am sitting behind”
“Smart, Rahul, will you please stop playing with me”, with wicked smile in his eyes, Rahul was imitating as if a innocent Kid asking,
“Priya wont I fall down if I don’t have the grip in those bumps and speed breaks?”
“Achooo!! Then hold the bar behind you and not my hip”, I was lying but I loved him do that also I couldn’t help it as it makes me embarrass at times in signals or when someone in the car is staring at us. Rahul doesn’t cares about anything around him.
“Priya, this is too much… why should I hold the bar?? Are you holding the bar in my bike???Can you remind of what you would be doing … you will be glued to me … See how good chap I am, am I glued to?? No, only at times I hold you for grip and you are taking lectures on do’s and Don’ts to me … This is too much Priya… “.one more smart answer from Mr. Bad Boy.
“Fine, forgive me this one day; we will have night drives only in your bike”
“Fine, Dear”
And so all the drives where in “Thunder Bird”, second love of Rahul.
Priya was scared to death; Rahul was honking his horn and speeding in the NH Road, Rahul was driving as if in chasing scene overtaking the fully loaded trucks that were passing on the either ways. Both were lucky that they narrowly missed their trip to heaven and hell, while Rahul was attempting to overtake a fully loaded truck and came to an halt.
“Rahul, will you stop this nonsense and take me back to my apartment”
“Why Priya, isn’t that cool.”
“What’s cool, Rahul?? You know, you scared me like anything. I thought I was dead, Rahul” she broke into tears.
“Sorry Priya, I didn’t do anything to scare you. I am Sorry”, and was hugging me,
“That’s fine, Rahul, Sorry”
We were hugging in the Moonlight in the outskirts of the city, Rahul’s mobile vibrated, it was an alarm
00:00hrs was blinking.
“Many More returns of the day, Priya”, he was whispering in my ears. And he brought out a ring held it high and knelt down asking,
“Will you marry this Bad Boy, Priya?”
“I love this Bad Boy”
The name read “Blossoms”, Goorkha hitting the ground with the stick and was whistling as he was making his night walk within the Gated Community, Bathed with Moonlight, Priya sitting in her balcony in 3rd floor of her new apartment, came to reality as her thoughts got interrupted.
She could hear the snoring of her newlywed husband Ravi.
23:55 hrs, the numbers started blinking in the watch.
She thought only in movies, lovers have happy ending. She was having a heavy sigh as her past was interrupted as now. Ravi, a good looking, handsome, a guy fit for matrimonial and was hot cake for all the parents to-be in laws. With all hurry burry her marriage ended with Ravi like a fast moving Coramandel Express, an arranged marriage. Ravi was more attached to his work than to her, there were no rooms even on weekends.
Slowly, Priya’s life got moved into a new phase, house wife. Couldn’t get completely out of her past and not ready to accept the present, Priya felt herself alone. Most times, Priya ended thinking of those gone days of Rahul. Mr. Perfect is nowhere with Mr. Bad Boy.
And also Ravi was a hard nut to crack; he is neither an extrovert nor down to earth type guy. He is always bossy around her. In these 60 days of her marriage she learnt only disappointments and tomorrow is her birthday. Getting back to her old days, Priya switched off all the lights and got into her bed.
00:00 hrs Alarm started to ring. She was left alone in her bed, shutting the mouth of alarm; she walked out of her bed. Ravi was standing there in the balcony, with a pleasant smile in his face and a rose in his hand,
came closer giving a hug, whispered,
“Many More happy returns of the day, honey”, “I know that I might not be the same like Rahul, but still, I love you. I love you more than anything in this world.”
He knelt down holding the ring in high, “Will you love me???”
Slowly Priya Rahul was changing into Priya Ravi in the name of LOVE….
23:30 hrs, the numbers started blinking in the watch.
Rahul picked up Priya and started driving in the NH. It was their usual Night Drive after their daily work, either Rahul or Priya never miss their night rides in and out of the city; either in her “Pleasure” or in his “Thunder Bird”. Most times it will be the roller-coaster ride in the “Thunder Bird” as Priya will be avoiding to drive her “Pleasure” with mischievous Rahul who will not be a silent kid sitting behind.
“Rahul, Let me Drive”
“You’re the one who is driving, Priya am sitting behind”
“Smart, Rahul, will you please stop playing with me”, with wicked smile in his eyes, Rahul was imitating as if a innocent Kid asking,
“Priya wont I fall down if I don’t have the grip in those bumps and speed breaks?”
“Achooo!! Then hold the bar behind you and not my hip”, I was lying but I loved him do that also I couldn’t help it as it makes me embarrass at times in signals or when someone in the car is staring at us. Rahul doesn’t cares about anything around him.
“Priya, this is too much… why should I hold the bar?? Are you holding the bar in my bike???Can you remind of what you would be doing … you will be glued to me … See how good chap I am, am I glued to?? No, only at times I hold you for grip and you are taking lectures on do’s and Don’ts to me … This is too much Priya… “.one more smart answer from Mr. Bad Boy.
“Fine, forgive me this one day; we will have night drives only in your bike”
“Fine, Dear”
And so all the drives where in “Thunder Bird”, second love of Rahul.
Priya was scared to death; Rahul was honking his horn and speeding in the NH Road, Rahul was driving as if in chasing scene overtaking the fully loaded trucks that were passing on the either ways. Both were lucky that they narrowly missed their trip to heaven and hell, while Rahul was attempting to overtake a fully loaded truck and came to an halt.
“Rahul, will you stop this nonsense and take me back to my apartment”
“Why Priya, isn’t that cool.”
“What’s cool, Rahul?? You know, you scared me like anything. I thought I was dead, Rahul” she broke into tears.
“Sorry Priya, I didn’t do anything to scare you. I am Sorry”, and was hugging me,
“That’s fine, Rahul, Sorry”
We were hugging in the Moonlight in the outskirts of the city, Rahul’s mobile vibrated, it was an alarm
00:00hrs was blinking.
“Many More returns of the day, Priya”, he was whispering in my ears. And he brought out a ring held it high and knelt down asking,
“Will you marry this Bad Boy, Priya?”
“I love this Bad Boy”
The name read “Blossoms”, Goorkha hitting the ground with the stick and was whistling as he was making his night walk within the Gated Community, Bathed with Moonlight, Priya sitting in her balcony in 3rd floor of her new apartment, came to reality as her thoughts got interrupted.
She could hear the snoring of her newlywed husband Ravi.
23:55 hrs, the numbers started blinking in the watch.
She thought only in movies, lovers have happy ending. She was having a heavy sigh as her past was interrupted as now. Ravi, a good looking, handsome, a guy fit for matrimonial and was hot cake for all the parents to-be in laws. With all hurry burry her marriage ended with Ravi like a fast moving Coramandel Express, an arranged marriage. Ravi was more attached to his work than to her, there were no rooms even on weekends.
Slowly, Priya’s life got moved into a new phase, house wife. Couldn’t get completely out of her past and not ready to accept the present, Priya felt herself alone. Most times, Priya ended thinking of those gone days of Rahul. Mr. Perfect is nowhere with Mr. Bad Boy.
And also Ravi was a hard nut to crack; he is neither an extrovert nor down to earth type guy. He is always bossy around her. In these 60 days of her marriage she learnt only disappointments and tomorrow is her birthday. Getting back to her old days, Priya switched off all the lights and got into her bed.
00:00 hrs Alarm started to ring. She was left alone in her bed, shutting the mouth of alarm; she walked out of her bed. Ravi was standing there in the balcony, with a pleasant smile in his face and a rose in his hand,
came closer giving a hug, whispered,
“Many More happy returns of the day, honey”, “I know that I might not be the same like Rahul, but still, I love you. I love you more than anything in this world.”
He knelt down holding the ring in high, “Will you love me???”
Slowly Priya Rahul was changing into Priya Ravi in the name of LOVE….
Monday, September 13, 2010
An Insight on the Adage : Failures are the stepping stones for Success
Failures are the stepping stones for Success - an adage.
A deep thought on this adage gives more comfort to the losers. Also makes them be in that place where they were found last. A failure makes one get more serious to grab the success .With all fury he chases his dream so that none can stop him from winning. But one cannot chase his dream being
in the comfort.
A story heard during one of my travel mate in the train about the conversation between the plane and the rocket.
The plane asks the rocket : we both are flying in the sky but how alone are you able to travel so fast and reach more heights.
The rocket replied back : you will sense the heat only when someone sets fire on the back....
When the fire goes off, whatever might be the dream all comes to dust.
Failures are not the stepping stones but they are the stones that are thrown at you to chase your dream to success. That creates the most painful scars making you the indispensable warrior. The pursuit of success can be felt only when you sense the pain of the scar and the vengeance to win over the battle. When you start fearing and take turn aback, you will be ignored in the crowd of losers ... Even if you are recognized you cannot sense the happiness over the pain.
All those are the ideal role models have sensed the pain and have fought their battles for the fullest that they are remembered as the examples.
This is the identification that one can make though he is one among the billion people world. An adage said is not to comfort the losers but to motivate the achievers. It depends on the way you look into it.
Don’t search for the comfort, Failures are the stones targeted to chase you to reach the Cup.
A deep thought on this adage gives more comfort to the losers. Also makes them be in that place where they were found last. A failure makes one get more serious to grab the success .With all fury he chases his dream so that none can stop him from winning. But one cannot chase his dream being
in the comfort.
A story heard during one of my travel mate in the train about the conversation between the plane and the rocket.
The plane asks the rocket : we both are flying in the sky but how alone are you able to travel so fast and reach more heights.
The rocket replied back : you will sense the heat only when someone sets fire on the back....
When the fire goes off, whatever might be the dream all comes to dust.
Failures are not the stepping stones but they are the stones that are thrown at you to chase your dream to success. That creates the most painful scars making you the indispensable warrior. The pursuit of success can be felt only when you sense the pain of the scar and the vengeance to win over the battle. When you start fearing and take turn aback, you will be ignored in the crowd of losers ... Even if you are recognized you cannot sense the happiness over the pain.
All those are the ideal role models have sensed the pain and have fought their battles for the fullest that they are remembered as the examples.
This is the identification that one can make though he is one among the billion people world. An adage said is not to comfort the losers but to motivate the achievers. It depends on the way you look into it.
Don’t search for the comfort, Failures are the stones targeted to chase you to reach the Cup.
Friday, August 20, 2010
August 20 - Stepping into 4th year
August 20 - Stepping into 4th year
This day today, my joining day
My journey to begin on its ray
With a lucrative package and all my luggage
Was waiting in railway station bay,
20 years ,since my birth
Had not I dreamt of moving forth,
To reach out to know, what I worth
All the way, I came out to dare my dearth
No way to communicate in my destination
Commuted all the way without any hesitation
Came there a bingo with pals of different lingo
Difference in speech, Difference in style
Difference in stature and varied culture
Shared the nest and at times of rest
Toiling with the invention of Charles Babbage
Ended testing with different language
Turning back to those gone days
This day today, my joining day
Marks the beginning of my professional way
Where begins my fourth year's first day from today…
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Woman and God....
God and Woman both are same
As God and Girl starts with
the same, as in Game...
The One who creates
the one who Protects
and the One who decides
whether you are Alive
God and Women both are alike...
Someone to Love
Someone to Care
Someone to Share
we rely on that Someone
who dare to bear....
Even for the God
To reach the Earth,
He needs a Women,
To give him birth,
Is God a Woman ???
Or God a Man???
Women are more divine
Than God in the Heaven....
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