I thought about you
You….
You are like the rock that gleams
when the mountain stream rushes past it
You are the calm ocean holding silent dreams
You are like the air that surrounds me and whispers it’s magic
Through you the simplicity like sun’s rays beams
You are like the mountain
which stands to rule yet bewilders the eye with its charm
You are the cloud that seems far
yet holds the rain that drenches the soul
You are the moon on a winter night
which seems so near as to be touched with an extended arm
Through you parts of life seem like a whole
You are the words of prayer whispered from a mother’s lips
You are a memory preserved in the heart
which shall go down the generations
You are the wave that laps high to kiss the sky
Through you arise the reason for celebrations

Its you and your way
Its you and things you do
Its you and simply the magic you weave
And here with just a smile
but feelings that cannot be worded, I simply say
May in all happiness, success and love you lay
Your life beams with sun’s every ray
Wishing you
A very happy birthday………………….

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The fatigued sunrays are broken to millions of fragments as it enters the rooms through the mesh covering the window. The war domain is being equally shared by the bruised clouds and the deflated sun. Droplets of pure silver hang on to the black thick cables as last reminders of the rain that just passed by. The heavy droplets hanging to dear life for the sun shall pardon no soul. Greener the leaves appear after being washed off the soot and dust from every man made creation. With the whiff of zephyr every branch enchantingly sways to the melody. No soul untouched by the heavenly rain. Ask the little pink bud and cheeringly she displays her blush on getting drenched. Ask the smacking mud and with childish lisp it will show its stickiness on being wet. Ask the leaf and with great pomp it will flaunt its shiny green surface. Ask a child and with renewed zest it will claim how much he wishes to get drenches. Ask a man and with a smirk on his face he will complain about how pending things he has.The battles is on, the greys against the yellows fight for the expanse.

I WANT

‘What do you want from life?’ he asked her in a raised voce. His professional upheavals and the current business scenario had made him sound irritated. He was unsure about the future and had doubts about her. The thought of taking care of her needs plagued his mind. She was dreamy beyond words and raised with showers of love by her family. She seemed too careless and impulsive in her decisions. He was in deep thought and in a state utter confusion. Moreover, her childish laughter was playing on his nerves.
‘ I want to stare at the night sky and count the stars, I want to feel the fresh breeze on my face, I want a single rose lying by my bedside, I want to blow soft bubbles from the soap suds, I want to collect a fallen golden leaf every autumn, I want to recite poetry under the shadow of the silvery moon, I want to laugh freely with my friends and love you with all my heart, I want to enjoy the ice cream dripping over my arm and the chocolate shake leaving a moustache over my lip, I want to wake up in the middle of the night and go on a long drive, I want to walk upto you in a crowded room and whisper three words into your ears, I want to dream on n on...I want to live life’
Quite baffled he looked into the scintillating eyes and said to himself ‘ Do I really deserve her?’
Come to infer every word she said, we will realise that nothing involves hoards of money or dazzling diamonds or great villas. All she asked were things strewn around us, things that we pay no attention to. When was the last time we got drenched in rain without complaining? When was the last we laughed our guts out? In our super sonic lives, the changing seasons fade into insignificance. The stars symbolise the oncoming period of rest and the moon is an object glorified in the movies we watch in our Ultra tech Multiplexes. Equating joy to wealth is the greatest misconception of this age. We are just programmed to live with detailed instruction manual and be what others want us to be. Deviating from the path is blasphemy and we spend our entire period on this earth abiding by the guidelines.
For a day, just be the child you were, get dirty, break the rules (be safe though) and wave the clouds pass by, welcome the spring with open arms, laugh out and simply tell yourself...I want to LIVE

LoVe

Care is the first interpretation of love. Thinking about someone more that you think about self is the essence of all pervasive love. When you come to think about it- there might be hundreds of people in your life and few out of those hundreds might claim that they love you. Can we really turn to be selfless human beings? Can we really feel pain when our loved on is hurt? Can we claim to live meaningless meandering lives in absence of our loved one?
These questions do rise like evening tides in my mind only to hit the hard boulders and return to the embrace of the sea, defeated. Parents have been the only explicit example of selfless love. We are a part of their body walking on the face of this earth and no matter how much we change...we are integrally bound to them. On a lonely night, when the road seems to be endless and feet have no strength to go on...the only lap you remember is that a mother. When the storm shakes the ship of life, we wish that there is someone whose finger we clasp...just remembering the stern face and benevolent heart of our father.
We might have millions of grudges...they stopped me from being friends with so n so...they did not get me a bike in college...they laid down rules and restriction on my free spirit..they did not approve of my gf/bf...they intervened in my career decision...
and hundreds more to list however at the end of the day, we simply know that no matter how poor, how ugly, how big a loser we might be...we remain their favourite.
The world might ditch us, friends might abandon us, the wealth might seep away, the spouse might cheat us but they shall always love us. They care about us more than they care for themselves.

Take a moment...pick up the phone or just sms...I love you

IF

If questions had wings, I will have them fluttering like sparrows over my head
They shall chirp loudly….the noises in my head shall be the song of the day
If the thoughts in my mind had feet, I will have them dancing on hoops around me
They shall circle and celebrate…the intertwined thoughts shall be the performance of the day
If feelings had a tongue, I will have them singing the loudest song to me
They shall form their own melody…and sing till the stars come out
If words had life, I will have them running besides me
They shall embrace each other...and be my companions all day
If..the question, the answer,
the impossible, the posssible,
the existing and the non extistent
Just let the wings of imgiantion take you...
just let the heart feel freely...
just let the mind question freely..
just let the words flow uninterrupted....
Life would simpler..my friend

the knights in the white coat

Pain is the silent language of the soul...suffering brings the hidden shades...and agony candidly expresses the unspoken words... standing in the white washed corridors of the hospital room, all these thoughts plagued my somewhat numb brain. The altruistic doctors running around to comfort the souls reeking in pain seemed like a noble sight. How careful was I in not touching the beds, the doors...the face I made on seeing the soiled bed sheets or towels... One the other hand, the doctors clad in their white jackets were freely touching everything, shaking hands, comforting the patients without an iota of disgust or a crease on their glowing faces. They chatted among themselves like any other office colleagues would and as they busied themselves in dressing some unsightly wounds, they didn’t flinch a bit. Doesn’t it require tremendous effort to wake up every morning and tell yourself- I have to go and work at a place where no one comes out of will (maternity ward is an exception). Seeing the pain, wounds, sorrows and smiling through seems like an unachievable task however, they accomplish it everyday!!! Like any other normal being, I come back and wash my hands thrice, change into a fresh pair of clothing and thank God for the ordeal is over. However, these heavenly souls called doctors spend their whole day and might go out partying after that, without changing their attire. Little details are sometimes quite intriguing- isn’t it? To top it all is the insurmountable patience with which they handle all three interesting varieties of patients.
1. Art Movie Variety- Submerged in the swamp of utter agony, they make little hullabaloo.
2. K serial Variety- Little discomfort and hoards of noise. They play on a doctor’s nerves.
3. BBC News Variety- To the point and crisp in their medical history, they are the easiest to cure.

In the conclusion, they cure or atleast try to cure all their clients and even though they get regard...no one says ‘wonderful meeting you, hope to see you again.’ Sad yet ironical.

The fragrance of Soil...
The whizzing traffic on GT road and the blaring horn of the heavily loaded trucks make it one hectic ride. However, the green waving fields try to pacify the frantic mind. On one such rides, as I complained about the pot holes and the slow moving traffic...I decided to make the journey worth it. So what if it was not the super highway in Europe, it was apne Punjab di sadak. Just flow with the rhythm. Every field was green and criss crossing the blue sky above were electric cables. And why on earth do the birds build their nest on the electric poles when there are hundreds of other options available? The male wants the eggs to stay warm even when he has taken the female out on a date....was one explanation that I figured out. My distant vision was blocked by an overloaded trolley. Actually, it was an additional trolley attached to the tractor. The women huddled together in the centre in vibrant clothes and gold coloured parandaas, were flanked by men standing or some hanging on the sides. The rustic youth were loud in their chatter and strong in their built. The cacophony of sounds...the heavy diesel engine noise, the clattering chains of the trolley,the blaring horns, the loud speakers announcing undecipherable words....everything mingled to form a melody. The traffic slowed to snail pace as the youth standing on the roads were inviting every passerby to have langar. Standing barefoot on the tarred road under the sweltering sun amidst the rising dust and requesting strangers, with folded hands to come and have a bite...this can happen only in India. The women folk were squatting next to the huge tawa and making hundreds of rotis. In another corner, people were cleaning utensils. How strangely we cringe to preapre a couple of rotis or clean one utensil at our homes and here... The orangy yellow patkaa tied on their foreheads, their faces were shinning with beads of sweat and the devotion oozing out of their every gesture can even make a non believer pause and think. Why do they put money, time and effort in pleasing every passerby? Some questions can never be answered. My deep thoughts were immediately interrupted by a song...apna punajab hove, hathain ch sharab hove....and I smiled at the infinite experiences that lie hidden under the dust...

Customer is your wife...

"The consumer is not a moron, she is your wife,” said by David Ogilvy couldn’t have gained greater relevance than in the present time. Its the time when production and sales oriented organizations are making a shift to join the league of customer centric organizations. From “selling what we make” to “making what we can sell”, every business has a long way to cover.The consumer is the king with plethora of options thrown open to him. Today’s customer has both, enhanced buying power as well as enhanced bargaining power. So, if you don’t arrive in time or fail to reach upto his expectations, there is a competitor ready to snatch your share. The days of pushing conveniently produced, old fashioned, exorbitantly priced goods down the customer’s throat are over. It’s the age of empowered customer.Recognizing this tremendous influence, Business Week labeled the 90s the “Decade of the Customer”.Gandhi had rightly said: “A customer is the most important visitor on our premises. He is not dependent on us. We are dependent on him. He is not an interruption in our work - he is the purpose of it. We are not doing him a favor by serving him. He is doing us a favor by giving us the opportunity to serve him.”Another movement that brought a sea change in businesses was globalization.Globalisation is the new buzzword that has come to dominate the world since the nineties of the last century with the end of the cold war and the break-up of the former Soviet Union and the global trend towards the rolling ball.Globalization has brought more choices to the platter for the Indian consumer. Gone are the days of watching Doordarshan because with the advent of cable TV we are watching HBO, MTV, BBC , ESPN and the like. . So large is our dominance that these global channels have launched shows Hindi and regional languages. So now the famous Donald duck expresses his love to Daffy duck in Telgu and Malayalam.How customers became the most crucial component in even designing of a product is evident from Mahindra and Mahindra’s designing of Scorpio. The national Award was just one of the major awards that came Scorpio’s way since it was launched in 2002. Within a year of its launch, the vehicle also won the “Car of the Year” award from Business Standard Motoring, the “Best SUV of the year” by BBC Wheels and the “Best Car of the year” also from BBC Wheels. Why? Because the car was not designed and produced in isolation from consumers expectations. It was a car that had Fukui( Japan) for press shop, Fuji( Japan) for the dies, Wooshin( Korea) for body shop, Lear(USA) for seats and interiors, Visteon( USA) for exteriors, Samlip(Korea) for suspension, BEHR (Germany) for air conditioning, Kenwood for audio systems, Meriton(UK) for locking system and Bridgestone(USA) for tyres. Now, all this for a completely Indian Automobile that was made for an Indian customer and yes, the company cannot set exorbitant prices because it has to remember that the customer is not a moron, she is your wife.Every company has to be quick in reading the minds of its customers and acting upon the signals or else it will lose the race. This was well exemplified in case of Emami’s fair and lovely that read the customers minds and growing preference for ayurvedic products. It launched its variant in sync with consumer preference and regained a considerable share. Similarly when the wave of metro sexuality started sweeping the country, fair and handsome came into the market. Hence, the moral of the story is if the company does not understand the consumer, it is a moron.Sourcing, production, new product development have been the few areas that the Indian companies have overhauled themselves in. The next big thing that bears the dictum is Marketing and advertising. Selling fake products or low quality products to today’s customers is a big NO -NO. The companies are trying to forge a relationship with the customer, hence the concept of after sales service and loyalty programs has picked up in a big way. Maruti still remains the most preferred automobile brand because of the largest network of service stations that provide convenience to its customers. The companies efforts to please its consumers makes them sell double the cars than their closest competitors.The biggest benefit comes from an understanding of customer service quality.Service Quality = Service ExperienceConsumers are disappointed if experience does not match expectation. They speak to many people if the experience is way below expectation. If the experience just fulfils expectation, they are satisfied. However, that is no big deal. If the experience exceeds expectation, that is when the real benefit occurs. The customer then enjoys the experience and relives the experience many times over by talking about it to several people.As a result, you reinforce two things: behaviour and closeness to the brand. That is true loyalty.“The consumer is not a moron, she is your wife,” said David Ogilvy. Deals or no deals, customers finally settle for choices where they get maximum value. In addition, they define value in their own terms - and their view of value often differs from what the marketer defines as value.

Dear GOD

I saw her and my heart skipped a beat. Why did God made them so pretty, so tantalizing, so wonderful? I cannot stop wondering and admiring them. She taught me how to love and be loved. Her innocent eyes holds the beauty of the world. Her tender touch beholds the blessings of Almighty. My mother, my sister, my girlfriend, my wife and my daughter...they mystify me with their gentle soul and iron will , their fragility and their sternness.

Their subtleness coupled with their immense strength makes me understand who God’s superior creation is. She taught me lessons of life with the warm smile and loving eyes and the hues of softness turned crimson in anger at my misdeeds. When I fell she stood by me supporting yet keeping the distance lest she might hurt my inflated male ego. She stayed awake because I was studying all night, she waited for hours because I was partying all night, she prayed for days because my result was expected and she smiled with tears in her eyes because I was embarking on the journey of finding my own world.

My adolescent encounters brought her into my life. I wanted her to look stunning and be my prized possession. She blinked her eyes and my heart trotted at super pace. She smiled and I felt like the King of the world. For her love, I gave her tears. I could not bear to see her with anyone else. A glance from another guy burned my heart into ashes. I wanted her world to revolve around me and her family, her studies, her work, her friends should forget her as long as she is with me. I may not be totally hers but she should be mine.

As soul mate she encouraged me in my endeavours, gave me wings to fly and when the tide of trouble swept over my life, she simply rowed me through. She irritated me with her incessant talks, her attitude and her concern however, when the dawn of life came I uttered a prayer to thank God for her. Through the ups and downs, she ignored my brashness and kept caring for me. After a tiring day at office, she was singing a lullaby to our child without an iota of frustration for sleepless nights. She patiently bore with my insouciant attitude and with my obsession for my profession.

I remember the day as the happiest day in my whole life. She came to my life with bundles of joy and as my hands trembled on holding the delicate infant, her tiny eyes opened for a while and stared at my creased face...from then on I knew my world had changed forever. She rode on my back for couple of years; she clutched my fat fingers with her soft little ones and learned to walk. Her feet gathered speed and time moved on. The burnt slice she served me for breakfast was the best meal I ever tasted. And one day she opened wings and went off to make her own world.

God, now I know why you made us first...because before creating the perfect one you required a practice attempt.

truly yours and totally zapped

MAN

Let your Dreamzz live

The world of fantasy, the wonderland that needs no passport or an entry ticket, a child’s playground where the wildest things come to life, yes it’s the cherished world of DREAMS. Dreams are an integral part of every being, a canvas to paint with shades of our own thoughts. And isn’t dreams one of the best ways to escape the monotonous, dull rigors of life. It’s the simplest and of course cheapest way to transform a drab lecture hall into a happening dance floor, the studious classmate into Bipasha Basu and the snoring roommate into a creature from Mars. With its unlimited potential to add vibrancy to life, dreams have aroused immense inquisitiveness among philosophers and psychologists. For ages, they have tried to infer meaning from them and study the cause of their origin.

However, doesn’t one find something more when one looks beyond scientific reason. Isn’t there a source of inspiration? Aren’t these flashes a signal of great inventions of the future?
“Dream, as if you are going to live forever.
Live, as if you are going to die today.”
The world of imagination that we weave around ourselves begins to lose its sheen as we grow up. For all those years that we dreamt without restraint, without barriers, are forgotten as we fall into the everyday regime. As adults, we consider dreams as fallacies, a world of myths and very easily we disown them. Thus the blossoms of imagination are trampled under the heavy foot of adulthood.
Didn’t every invention by mankind originate from ‘just a dream’? Then how can most of us bargain this essential part of our lives. We become victims of a self created situation. A condition that we hate to live in but continue to live with. We end up in jobs that we never dreamt of, we have a life partner whom we never dreamt of and with a wry smile we call it “destiny”.
As the autumn of life sets in, our heart feels heavy under the burden of unfulfilled dreams. In the silent hours, we ponder. We became what the world wanted us to, we did what the world wanted us to do, we acted the way world wanted us to and we stopped dreaming because the world wanted us to. A silent tear wets the freckled face.
A simple question reverberates in the mind: Who sold my dreams? Didn’t I appreciate when Paulo Coelho wrote that if you really want something, the whole universe conspires for you to achieve it. Then why doesn’t every human being achieve what he/she wants to? Are we afraid to take the first step? Are we guilty of dreaming? Or are we slaves of conformity?
Little questions that are often left unanswered.
Hence, let you be not the one to shed that silent tear, let not your dream remain a dream, pull it out from the dark corridors and make it the reality of your life.
Let your dreamzz live…

When you reach Mcloedgunj which is around ten kilometres from Dharamshala, take an auto rickshaw which will take you to Dharamkot. As the Deodars flank the road and you enjoy the bumpy uphill ride, do look onto your right side....you will find the snow clad mighty Dhauladhar Ranges. If you strain your eyes a bit more, you can distinguish the thin stream of crystal clear waterfall at a distance. After the fast paced (similar to a James bond in a rickshaw) ride which lasted ten to fifteen minutes, the gaddi (nomadic tribe of Himachal) will ask you to pay Rs. 50/-. As you are smitten by the whole arrangement of things around, you care not bargain for a few rupees. Make peace at Rs. 40/-.
Standing amidst the hills on all sides, you remember phrases from your Class III text book....in the lap of Mother Nature. The clamour of birds might break your reverie however, its already time to move on. Take the muddy downhill path on the right of the huge round water tank(built by the Britishers). You won’t get confused about the path as there are footsteps of hundreds of travellers who came before you, unless you are visiting the place in peak monsoon. When you arrive at the foot of the sloping path, you might want to curse the person who gave you directions as there are only houses around with no road or muddy path further ahead. Make your way forward from the verandah of these slate roofed, pale green houses. Be careful lest you might step on tiny polka doted shit strewn around. Walk around the golden hay stacks and brown coloured cows tied to the crooked wooden poles in every house. The mountain air, chill, will be filled with smell of cow dung; the fragrance fresh mustard crops and the gentle aroma of wet soil. As you go past the slated verdah and step down the thatch and mud stairs, properly smeared with fresh cow dung, you will be welcomed by a patch of open field. Short green blades of pahari spinach on either sides of a twirling dusty pathway provide you with the exotic hilly terrain experience. On a lucky day, you might encounter the long tailed languor basking in the sun, on a branch on Tirmar tree. After crossing the concrete bridge which is about two meters long and totally incongruous to the scheme of things around, you have to climb narrow trail hidden by monolithic grey boulder. Get down towards the right of the constricted path and as soon as you see the two concrete single storey houses , thank God. Enter the second house(on your left side) by pushing the frail iron gate with creaky hinges. Walk towards the compound area and relax on the off white plastic chairs. Order your favourite pizza with the topping of your choice. As the pizza might take sometime, enjoy the view with a hot lemon and honey drink. You bet it that this homemade pizza with the freshly prepared dough and baked in the ancient clay oven, served after an hour, dripping with best of cheese available can beat the dominos, the pizza huts,the Tropicos, the Da Giovanni, the Basilico, the Moche's,the jazz by the bay...etc. etc. etc
Lip smacking, yummy, scrumptious, delicious, mouth watering...and all the synonyms fail to define the experience.......
Bon Appetite !!!

Should infidelity be criminalized?
My friends would say ‘have you gone nuts ?(polite version of F*** OFF), if I confront them with this question especially in front of their other halves. Infidelity is betraying the trust one owes to his or her partner. Now, this partner can be a spouse, fiancée or girlfriend/boyfriend. Having a partner does not bar you from maintaining contact or going out on a dinner with any other person neither does it imply giving up close friends/associates who belong to the opposite gender. Relationship that stifles a person’s existence fails to nurture love and understanding among the partners. Hence, when you love someone...you are not falling but flying in love. Now during these flights of the all pervasive love, infidelity causes a few fatal accidents (the flight crashes).
One of the prime reasons people quote in support of their philandering escapades is ‘ drive for adventure’. As you spend more and more time with a single person, monotony is bound set in. The walls of mystery and the excitement to unearthing new facets of the relationship come to an end. You know what the other feels like, what he or she will eat at a party, how he/she behaves under certain circumstances. Holding hands, public displays of affection, ‘Good Morning, I love you’, anniversaries, greeting cards and simple courtesies of saying thank you and sorry.....everything goes out of the window. That’s where a kind of tacit understanding gives birth to boredom. In pursuit of adventure, many of us falter. A new person brings new set of hopes and the drive to explore sets us in motion. Everything about the new him/her seems attractive, the mind rates him/her ten on ten and the faults of our existing partner become irksome. The fresh breeze of air is also welcome though it can leave you with a bad cold. After sometime, we might regret and would love to come back to the known, comfortable and the monotonous lifestyle.
Another well tailored explanation given by infidels in a weakness of the human heart or the onetime deviation from the heavenly path of trust. They love their partners and are happy with the arrangements of things around however; once upon a time they had a little misendeavour where they cheated (sounds nasty) on their partner. Now out their ubiquitous love, they do not own up their mistake and with no intention of hurting either the existing or the newly found partner, they live a dual life. And when caught they are not guilty and present t you with their honest feelings of not hurting their loved one. They were not prepared to lose either one of you and hence chose the path of infidelity.

Is barring freedom an answer to curbing infidelity? I definitely disagree with this one. As mentioned in the first few lines, love requires lack of restrictions and freedom of space. The foundation trust cannot be laid over the debris of curtailed living. So now for the trust to sprout, the partners need to know each other better. This may lead to the mentioned monotony in the relationship. So, can we not rediscover love every now and then. With little effort, we can keep the spark glowering. The guy who woke up all night to compose the birthday song when his girlfriend turned twenty ,can put in half the effort by singing it on her fortieth birthday and make his (now)wife smile twice as much. In my humble opinion anyone who says romance is bull shit, should be hanged. The eighty year old man you chuckles and gifts a diamond ring to his wife (SBI pension plans advertisement) on valentine’s day, refreshes his vows to love. ‘ hire koh kya maluumm tumhari umar’ he adds, winking at the wrinkled beauty. Whether it the chivalrous and gentlemanly dinner invitation extended by the man to his wife who used Ponds Age Miracle or the live in girlfriend who fills the room with scented candles on his arrival from a long business trip, its the little efforts of doing something special for your loved one that can never let the monotony set in. Cherish love and with these gestures you will fuel up the intimacy that will take you to a higher plane.
Now, in my opinion infidelity can surely be prevented and if still seeps into the relationship, there must be some cracks in it. Forgiving your love or forgetting your love is a personal choice. It is based on individuals’ perception about the whole issue. Plagiarising from Gautama Buddha’s line of thoughts, I suggest forgiving the person and forgetting that anything ever existed between the two of you. Move on but without the baggage of anger and hurt. Keep flying...

He asked me ‘ How can I commit to one person while there lie hundreds of beautiful things to admire?’
I smiled and said that its not about loving one person and closing your eyes to all the beauties around, but its about opening your eyes to the world and letting them sparkle on seeing that one face...the face that shall be your world. In the tango of life, the question became his melody and as he trotted from one place to the other, his pursuit continued. Every time a beauty broke his myth and he felt lonely again,my heart reached out to him. It was loving concern mingled with volumes of empathy that I felt for him. I wished him luck as he set out for another search. His finds brought joy similar to an infants happiness on discovering his ability to touch or speak. I smiled and wished him luck’ thinking to myself that this traveller has finaly found his Mecca of peace, his oasis in the desert of life. My belief is shortlived as the oasis was just a mirage and my friend is gloomy again.The question still plagues his mind!!!

Suspended Animation
Finally, I sit to write the piece which has been cooking in my head for a fortnight. I am writing on a title borrowed from a very close friend however, it was so apt to my current situation that I am not actually plagiarising his articles. Now with the clik clak of the keyboard, I take stock of life. Actually, the incidents of past one month and the transformation from living a jet age lifestyle to a bullock cart (not even horse driven cart) life.
One fine day, I decided to listen to my calling( the higher plane of life). Playing by the typical characteristics of my religion(being a sadar to the core), I took a thaaa thaa decision. Resigned from a great job, gave away a comfortable lifestyle and the returned to my desh (no longer being the NRI- Non Reliable Indian). Ofcourse, the most important thing was the wonderful circle of friends and few very special ones. Not hundred but thousands of half baked ideas and fluid plans came along with me. The enthusiasm brought a sprint in my feet and anticipation about future gave me dreamy nights.
Dreams are the prelude to achievements of winners as well as forgotten excuses of failures. Treading the thin line, I tried laying some foundation stones before landing from swadesh. What followed was a beautiful play of destiny when I met with an accident on my way from the airport. Rupturing a few soft tissues and just a few muscle ruptures seemed like a blessing in disguise when I evaluated the extent of damage that accident could have caused. Surviving the fatal escapade with a partially injured back and neck was a lucky escape. Hence, the darling of the family is supposed to rest all day long, take a few medicines, attend physiotherapy sessions and (cherry on the cake) avoid reading or watching Television. All love and care is being showered and as she sits acquiring calories, the mind sways in different directions. The last weekend in January was spent exercising, running, packing (lifting heavy bags), attending parties until 3am, bowling and having loads of fun. The last weekend of February id being spent lying straight on my bed, eating, attending physiotherapy sessions and reading (when no ones watching). It is going to take its time, may be weeks or maybe months. It’s a beautiful yet ironical turn of events. I spend hours thinking about it.....is this an omen.....I do crib at times...I get annoyed and angry...but the best part is at the end I smile and whisper thank you God.