The Bond of Love

He was all of 9 years old, with not much agility & flexibility either in his body or his arms. His structure was skinny with a layer of epidermal; no extra flab; just the translucent skeletal, and a transparent crystal clear heart. He had inherited his father’s fortune as inheritance. His father’s business and life support was going to be his new venture. Studies were never his forte. He would do anything in this world to give up his studies; his master’s rebuking; pressure from his parents and leg pulling of his peers. Leaving his studies didn’t mean just leaving school; it also meant no more books; no more friends and no more school games and fun. But he had accepted the fact in good spirit, that he was pathetically pathetic at studies.

Shyam had taken up his father’s job and was now the new proud newspaper vendor with monopoly in Sectors 1-10. Waking up at 5:30 am was a religion for him now. Donning his stylish pullover, classy slippers he would head in the direction opposite to that of his school. Finally he had managed to turn his back on his school. Shyam's father was bed ridden because of damaged kidneys, attributed to the excessive alcohol consumption. Shyam was too small to face the world but then somewhere had inner strength to face the riff raff of life. Life spared nobody and it didn’t spare this less privileged kid as well. But that’s what he had sought from God & from life. Lucky he!! He got what he wanted from God & life, freedom from studies.

Shyam was enjoying this new life, every part of it. Even though it was thrusted on him he has accepted it with both arms. School was monotonic and mundane, but newspaper delivery was far more fun. Those were different days, & these are different days now. It was more fun also because of the girl in the corner white house; sector 2; besides Aradhana Cinema.

First time they met, it was a coincidence, coincidence of a collision followed by an explosion. Shyam had thrown the newspaper as usual in the balcony. But Radha was watering the plants that she had planted 1 year back on her birthday. Before going to school everyday she would make sure to nourish & nurture the saplings with a fervent motherly love & caring. Her head was in range of the newspaper’s projectile. The paper landed directly on her head. The newspaper delivered all its kinetic energy onto her head, with a thud. It wasn’t much paining, but more of a shock and seizure. Radha blurted out loud, grabbing attention of her parents.

Shyam stalled, realizing what damage his throw had caused. Radha’s father who had come to her rescue, asked her, what had happened!! Radha pointed towards Shyam. Radha's father with furious eyes, directed Shyam to come upstairs. Shyam was scared, that he would be rebuked, and maybe beaten up too. But it wasn’t Shyam's mistake altogether. Shyam reached the door steps, and Radha's father, who was already at the door, started scolding him. But, he was cut short by Radha, seeking forgiveness for him. Radha's father stopped getting mad on Shyam, and went inside. Radha asked Shyam to wait; hurried inside ans came out with some chocolates. Shyam didn’t accept them at the outset, but Radha forcibly handed them over to him. Radha gave him a smile and then went inside.

Radha had touched Shyam somewhere deep inside, where no body had touched him before, or even tried to!! Shyam had a swarm of feelings for Radha surging in him, the feelings that he had felt for nobody else, ever. Suddenly everything was pleasing and warming for him. Shyam was very happy, often singing; whistling; day dreaming and even dancing when nobody was around. He felt a new wind in his head, often raising his feet up from the ground. He felt like flying.

After his delivery and the house chores, Shyam would come in front of the Aradhana Cinema to get a glimpse of Radha. Seeing Radha walk up to her home with her friends back from school, was an ecstatic and soothing feeling.

One day Shyam summed up enough courage, to give Radha a bundle of roses that he had plucked from the nearby rose park. Radha not only recognized him but also accepted the roses with an innocent smile. Radha introduced Shyam to her friends, as a hero who could javelin throw as far as the horizon. Shyam felt elated and so proud of himself. He never thought of touching the horizon, but now he wanted to do it, and flatter Radha by proving his strength and mettle. He went to the hilltop in the outskirts of the city, and started throwing stones as far as he could, until his slender arms started to ache. He returned home at the fall of dawn.

Radha once asked her father why Shyam didn’t go to school. To this her father simply hushed it by saying that Shyam had the job of collecting all the news in the world and then giving it to all the people in the world. She was so swollen with pride, for her new found friend. She knew that not only was Shyam a good boy, but he was also doing a great job!!

Shyam continued his work of newspaper delivery, and most of his day would pass happily. His feelings for Radha had only become stronger and stronger. His affection so pure and serene, just like that of Lord Krishna for Radha. There was so much that he wanted to tell her, how she had changed his life; bought in a lot of happiness; and transformed him completely. But that day never came, as fate had something else in reserve.

One day Radha's father called up on him, asking him to settle his account, as they were moving to a new place. Shyam was shattered and battered. He settled the accounts with Radha’s father and bought chocolates out of that money. After all, that’s what Radha was fond of. Next day he delivered it to Radha with the newspaper; into the Balcony. Coincidentally Radha who was watering the plants, =picked up the pack. She cut it open and accepted the gist childishly. She waved bye & even whispered thank you Shyam. That was the last time he saw her. Within a week Radha was gone along with her family.

Shyam couldn’t even bid a final good bye to Radha. He was feeling so down trodden, and broke. He felt sluggish, sad and rarely smiled. He was completely caught unawares, and had completely lost focus of his work. He was at a tender age, where his emotional drain could easily make him go haywire and ruin him completely. But the hangover remained for a week or two. It had to go, life had to come back to normal. Life has its own designs of taking you up, and then bringing you down in a vicious circle.

"Change is the only thing that is permanent." He realized this, a very sweet way. It was when he came across Padma, the girl in the blue colored home, in sector 5. He had felt a stronger streak for Padma the moment he saw her. His days returned back to normal. His life had come back to square one, the only difference being his focus shift from the house adjacent to Aradhan Cinema to the new Blue house in Sector 5. Radha was definitely the beginning, but never the end. Shyam was again back on track.
Shyam the boy who delivered newspapers.

"It's just that Love is all around us, we just need to sense it, find it, feel it and fall in it. It is alluring, contagious and irrestibile". Shyam had found love again, without fail.

When rain drenched the Soul

Image by nyki_m via Flickr

Clock had stuck 6 pm, & happy time for the rookies to go home. Suddenly the Sun was shadowed by dark dense clouds, & soon the sky was filled with blitzkrieg. The wind started to blow & the temperature had dipped considerably. Next 15 minutes the Nature’s fury was evident with the heavy lightening & thundering. It was deafening, but not of the same intensity, as the power house at my home. It was a golden opportunity to electrocute and bake your chicken, with the thunder storm. Jokes apart it had become pretty dark but pleasant.
Soon droplets of water started accumulating on the glass panes of the office building. I packed my stuff, & rushed towards the door. I wanted to reach home before the drizzle became a down pour. Marching on my feet, I had become partially wet. The people were running helter-skelter for shelter. In a few moments the rain started to get heavier, & I was completely drenched now.

Water started dripping out of my hair, & I was fastening on my foot, now starting to run. My pace had risen, & so had my breathing. I didn’t know where I was planting my foot, while running. It was as if someone was after my bloody life. Alas!! My foot slipped & the cakewalk had come to a stall. I fell on both my hands on the muddy water. My clothes had gone for a toss, now with mud smeared all over. I stood up, looking for the soiled clothes, & if I had any bruises. None! I thought that now it was no point running back home or trying to catch a taxi back home. Rain was beating hard on my skull, as I trying to play Tabla (musical instrument). I gasped my breath, & controlled the random breathing due to running. I stood there as if the whole world had come to a stand still. the rain drops tried desperately to drench me. But I was already drenched, even the entire sea couldn't drench me anymore. The rain drenched the soil, & the effervescent smell starting arousing out of the Sun baked soil. The smell was so pleasing, that it filled up all the senses.

Clipping all the strings attached, I let myself loose. It was only in school days or college days that, I used to enjoy getting drenched in the rain. Those were different times, but these are different times. But I thought that what had changed, it was the same me, it was the same rain. It was my mind that was blocking me from getting drenched. I told my brain to hush up, & go to sleep. The sound of the rain drops falling all over was like a zillion musicians playing chorus. My feet started to get into the trance, & so did my complete body. Dancing in the rain has its own fun & frolic. It started to wash off all my worries, anxieties, and sorrows. It rejuvenated my soul. I was feeling like thumping & pumping in the potholes filled with water, splashing it in all directions. The Vehicles just passed me by. Other Passerby’s giving me strange stares. Probably my attire, & wasn't mixing well with what I was doing. But little did I care, as I was deeply engrossed in letting myself loose. My clothes clung onto my body. I hadn't even given a thought to my cell phone, which would be the first gadget to get short circuited. I didn’t care about the currency in my wallet. I just had two waterproof things, my epidermal tissue & my Casio Chronograph. But who gave a damn what was waterproof & what wasn't. My arms opened wide towards the sky, welcoming the clouds. It was an invitation to let the clouds drip & gush some water through me & my soul. I realized God gave us arms, to welcome the things with warmth. But with the hectic, monotonous & the vicious life, we had forgotten about the protocol, the warmth & the passion. We had become more of androids, following the same regimen over & over, with little emotional intelligence left.

Both my Shin & skin were wet, but it didn’t give me shivers. It was cleansing all the soot & the dust in my heart, mind & the soul. It just made me more serene & cleaner. It was a complete transformation, a metamorphosis. Somewhere deep, I had got disconnected from my inner roots, my soul, & today the clouds had watered my roots, bringing them back to life. I decided, not to let my soul wither to death, for lack of the life giving water. The kids nearby just wanted a catalyst to jump into the potholes & the stagnated water on the roads. I was their stimulant. Soon the roads turned into a water bed. But the water would recede in some time. I stood there wondering if the feelings would recede too. Or they will stay in my heart, my mind, my soul & my life?

Happy Mother's Day (10.Apr)

Saying goes that "God could not be everywhere, so he created mother". A Mother's love or her kids is unconditional, selfless, boundless, tender & all serene. She shares an infinitesimally unbreakable bond with her kid. She would go to any degree to protect her kids form unwanted danger. Push her to the extremes to give to her kids the best education, values, ethics, morality & upbringing, nourishing & nurturing a sapling, hence letting it grow to a tree. No matter how ruthless or naught the kids are, a mother can never adopt brutal or tyrant methods of mending towards a kid. Remember a father does it often, more often than the mother. She always acts as the armor and shield for her kids, protecting them from any wrath or undesired environs.

We humans learn the first lesson of love by the kiss of out mother. Her hands rock the cradle & life alike tirelessly. Even while giving birth to the kid she goes through a pain of 56db decibels. Human body has an endurance level of 45db (decibels). Even after enduring so much of pain, her joy knows no bounds, and still she is all smiles. Mother is the giver of life. She is the symbol of love, warmth & harmony, strength, patience and all other characteristics. Even if she is stern and strict with her kids, it will always be for the betterment, of her kids. She would never want or like her kids to go haywire. It wouldn't be wrong if we say that "God is omnipresent with us all, in the form of our mother.” No child can ever repay the mother.

Throw out the UPA

Rs 87153.12 crores Looted By The UPA Govt.!

Read the following to know the reasons to throw away the PRESENT Govt.
Lets have a look at where the TAX we pay is MISUSED by PRESENT GOVT.
Do you know what 1Crore looks like? I mean just how many zeroes it has?
1,00,00,000

1) Rs 87153.12 crores is missing as reported in chapter-2 of Comptroller & Auditor Generals report, an official government agency (http://www.cag.gov.in/). And this is just for the years 2007-09! Over the years, how much of our money has been stolen from us?
This is OUR money folks. What we paid this government as tax! Where have they put it? There is simply no answer forthcoming!

2) Aid of Rs 3000 crores to Afghanistan for economic reconstruction. This includes 150 bullet-proof watch towers, 2,500 protective vests, and a lot of mine clearing equipment. Bullet proof watch towers and protective vests are economic reconstruction?
(http://www.strategypage.com/htmw/htproc/articles/20061223.aspx)

3) The absolutely pathetic state of the educational infrastructure of all government run institutions hits one right in the face. Now, while education systems are in doldrums, our government gives out money to Harvard and Cambridge universities! How much money? To the tune of Rs 50 crores!
(http://www.dnaindia.com/report.asp?newsid=1150356)
Now have a look at how PRESENT GOVT is promoting TERRORIST activities in INDIA.

1) Remember the Mumbai train blasts? Well, around that time India gave financial aid to Pakistan for earthquake relief… Rs150 crores of it! (Aid to the ones responsible for blast!!!)

2) While Pakistan and some other Islamic nations are closing down their Madressas, there is talk of granting CBSE status to Islamic Madressas in India (about half a million in number). Madressas are breeding ground for radical fundamentalist Islam, one that produces terror…
This will ensure that we don't just have corrupt thugs ruling us, we will have well trained jihadi terrorists in parliament AND the bureaucracy!
(http://www.indianexpress.com/news/madrasa-certificates-will-now-be-cbse-equivalent/404478/ and http://www.sanghparivar.org/join-madrasa-why-sit-for-tough-cbse-board-exam)

3) PRESENT GOVT has decided to give pension and jobs to the families of all "Kashmiri Terrorists" who were killed. No help for the Indian soldiers and citizens who have been killed by the terrorists. They say they are being "humane"!! Not for the families of the army people who were killed… not for the families of the kashmiris who were massacred… (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NK6xwFRQ7BQ)

This has to stop, before INDIA becomes the new SAUDI of the planet.
And any government that takes decisions like these needs to be kicked out of power. I don't think even resilient India will ever be able to recover if the present government comes back to power this year.
THE VERY THOUGHT OF PRESENT GOVT COMING BACK TO POWER IS SCARY....
Victory Margins Narrowing, So Every Vote Makes a Difference…..

This is a sincere request to take few minutes of busy schedule to go out and VOTE and VOTE FOR CHANGE.

(By)
ROHANDHARESH@yahoo.co.in

Mad Dog Rush

Why do we carry the burden on our backs all the time? Why the glances on the clock all the time? Why do want to rush to office in the morning, & back to Home in the evening? The answer is “Time”. Time is the binding factor, constraint to the execution of anything in this world. It is a factor both quintessential & critical to any mission, whether small or big.

We hush up & avert things. Without giving heed to the time critical things that are stringent, & should be done right on the dot. Time lost is never found again. The only exception being the time machine. That in itself isn’t a reality, just theoretically proven.

All missions have a time line attached to them. But in maximal cases the time line slips. This leads to a lot of hue & cry putting everything in extreme jeopardy. As we near the completion of the thing with the slipped schedule, we realize that the time we had earlier was the golden time. That time should have been used judiciously, so as to avert this last minute rush. There is a very popular saying that goes as "If you are thirsty, no point digging the well at the eleventh hour". If you are feeling thirsty, you should start digging the well from the first hour itself, & not wait for some miracle to happen. An oasis won’t spring out of the barren. You procrastinate assuming that clouds may drip a drop or two to quench your thirst. Only at a later point of time you realize that the thirst is getting on to the nerves. Impossible to bear anymore, you start digging the well. But when the thirst has battered you, the scorching heat shattered you, how well can you dig the well? When will you be able to get water out of it? In the process you didn’t lose anything (neither your thirst, nor the effort) except for those 11 hours. Mad Dog Rush.

Procrastination is other evil that leads to the mad dog rush. There is a lot of stuff to be done, in a little time already, & you just sit back & chillax. When it comes the nearing time for deliverables, we have none to offer. It only gives us some more frustration, agony, anger, dissatisfaction, tension, anxiety & stress. It’s a severe folly not to use time judiciously. It is the callousness, & carelessness that makes the things messy for us. Had we not been so casual in doing the things, things would have been in better shape & form. It always comes back to us, to haunt us. Exactly similar to the conservation law of energy. Energy transforms from one form to another, it is neither created nor destroyed. Same way, the tasks will remain the constant, they won’t change. But at the end you will have no time to do the stuff that you had to do on top priority. It will create a gory ugly scene in the end. You running pillar to post to get the things done, but messed up big time.

So next time if you want to avoid Mad Dog Rush, pull up your socks fold up your sleeves, & get back to work. Begin when the water is not neck deep. Start flushing the water, so as to save yourself from drowning. Let’s get back to work to kill the Mad Dog Rush.

Strive & Stride

Strive & stride
For the things that are hard
Execute them the way
That none has ever heard

You gotto
Push a little further
All the strength in one shot
You gather & discharge

Just work won’t do
Push work is needed
Hard work is ok
Smart work you need to heed

The plans will be soiled
The readiness going to be foiled
The intentions spoiled
But, never think that the hard work is toiled

Fury in the eyes
Fire in belly
Strike the gong intensely
Make a big noise

Body is drenched
Sweat quenching the thirst
Don't pity yourself
Don’t you rest

Reaching there first
Winning the ascend
Is not the thing
Reaching is first, winning the second

Bruised knee, broken bones
Sighs in voice, pain crossing bounds
Still trudge on
Carry the stuff

No space for distractions
No place for interactions
No enjoying the pleasures
No mesmerizing the desires

If you feel heavy
Empty your head of negative thoughts
They are no good
They just stink & rot

The way may be tough
But you be even more tougher
Don't lay down your weapons
When success is about to happen

The pinnacle is there
Waiting to be conquered
Don't kneel when you reach there
Stand tall, shout & conquer all the fear

Its time to enjoy & rejoice
The climb & the fight
You got what you deserved right
Strive & Stride, Strive & Stride