It takes not days but years or may be a lifetime to know some people. Sometimes you could be wrong when you say you know someone very well. They might not be what they seem to be.
You know the person from childhood. You have spent loads of fun time together. You have laughed and cried together. Everything was perfect. At least you feel it was perfect. Years later the contact gradually fades away... you try to keep in touch although the other person doesn't. You try your best, you try in vain.
You can't understand what went wrong, you have done nothing wrong, you're sure of that. You spend hours and days and months and years trying to figure it out. But you end up with nothing. The question mark remains.
One day in another of your vain attempts you call up that person, that same person who was part of your life, whom you treated as your own blood relation.
The phone rings, it isn't picked. You try again, the line is engaged for may be more than an hour. You don't give up, you are eager to talk to that person who meant so much to you.
Finally you are called back. And the person asks, "Why did you call? Is there something urgent"?
You are hit, from deep within. You find yourself thinking, "Can I call only if there is something urgent"? The feeling haunts you. Its been more than 2 years since the last contact, that too just because you contacted.
The person continues, "What is it? Why did you call? I'm not a person who has no work. I'm busy. Why are you disturbing me". Coldly the words drown you. Tears well up and you find yourself saying, "Sorry. I'll take care never to disturb you again". You cut the call shocked, unable to move, hurt and tired.
Once in a while, life brings your way absolutely unfair situations. There may be moments when some wrong has been done to you and all you can do is to bear it helplessly not knowing what to do. Clenching your fists and grinding your teeth in private, you bury those wounds deep within.
May be the maximum you can do is vent it out by writing it as a blog...
This is life... sometimes good, sometimes devastating.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
A tribute to Michael Jackson
Michael Jackson hasn't gone. He is alive, well and rocking in the hearts of people all over the world.
All the news pouring in about his dramatic death have erased away the accusations inflicted on him. Instead it has brought back memories of an evershining star. A kid who came and conquered millions of hearts, who dedicated his life to music, who wrote songs that will be cherished for all times, a moonwalker who hit the headlines and whom everyone was trying to imitate back then.
This blog does not mourn his death but celebrates his existence. His "Thriller" and "Beat it" were songs legions of people grew up with. His "Earth Song" and "Heal the World" were and will always be treasured.
The accusations against him were all cleared. He was vindicated in court. But by then it had already taken a toll on him. It brought him financial and mental anguish. The ruthless struggle took his life.
He is the star of a story. A story of a kid who came from nothing, grew up to be a showstopper and fought a battle against crooks who tried to reduce him to nothing again. Try as much they may, Michael Jackson will always be the King of Pop and the King of millions of hearts out there.
He was a genius who redefined music.
All the news pouring in about his dramatic death have erased away the accusations inflicted on him. Instead it has brought back memories of an evershining star. A kid who came and conquered millions of hearts, who dedicated his life to music, who wrote songs that will be cherished for all times, a moonwalker who hit the headlines and whom everyone was trying to imitate back then.
This blog does not mourn his death but celebrates his existence. His "Thriller" and "Beat it" were songs legions of people grew up with. His "Earth Song" and "Heal the World" were and will always be treasured.
The accusations against him were all cleared. He was vindicated in court. But by then it had already taken a toll on him. It brought him financial and mental anguish. The ruthless struggle took his life.
He is the star of a story. A story of a kid who came from nothing, grew up to be a showstopper and fought a battle against crooks who tried to reduce him to nothing again. Try as much they may, Michael Jackson will always be the King of Pop and the King of millions of hearts out there.
He was a genius who redefined music.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
TO THE RESCUE
When it comes to animals I’m always an emotional person. Some call me a fool but I don’t care. I find animals much more loving, caring and loyal than some humans.
As a kid I used to post letters to Ms. Maneka Gandhi if I ever saw any cruelty towards animals. And one of my most priced possessions is a letter I received from her as a reply to mine. She had sent me a membership form too but since I wasn’t earning then I didn’t join.
Today morning as I was walking to office something happened that made my day.
When I reached the Chick King outlet, a few feet away from my office, I heard a little kitten crying. I looked around, saw nothing. But somehow I was determined to see it. I searched around… that was when I saw one of the most adorable kittens ever! It was a white one, with tiny pebble like patches on its back. It was trapped. I found it hanging on the last rung of a gate. It was surrounded by water, huge puddles created by rain water. To it, the puddle was a sea.
I felt sorry for it. I approached it gently. A part of me was cautious because some kittens get awfully defensive if scared. They might hiss or scratch. But this little one was scared and it looked into my eyes as though asking for help. I extended my hand, still cautious, and caught it by the nape as its mother would do. I set it down on the pavement. For a minute it was confused… tried to run back into the water then stopped.
I walked off relieved, turned back but the kitten wasn’t there. Hope it is safe. To me it was a baby, just like my own son Darshan. Helpless and innocent.
The first thing I did after reaching office was to download the membership form of People For Animals, the esteemed organization run by Ms. Maneka Gandhi. I think its time I joined. But whether I join or not, my heart will always be open for these innocent beings.
As a kid I used to post letters to Ms. Maneka Gandhi if I ever saw any cruelty towards animals. And one of my most priced possessions is a letter I received from her as a reply to mine. She had sent me a membership form too but since I wasn’t earning then I didn’t join.
Today morning as I was walking to office something happened that made my day.
When I reached the Chick King outlet, a few feet away from my office, I heard a little kitten crying. I looked around, saw nothing. But somehow I was determined to see it. I searched around… that was when I saw one of the most adorable kittens ever! It was a white one, with tiny pebble like patches on its back. It was trapped. I found it hanging on the last rung of a gate. It was surrounded by water, huge puddles created by rain water. To it, the puddle was a sea.
I felt sorry for it. I approached it gently. A part of me was cautious because some kittens get awfully defensive if scared. They might hiss or scratch. But this little one was scared and it looked into my eyes as though asking for help. I extended my hand, still cautious, and caught it by the nape as its mother would do. I set it down on the pavement. For a minute it was confused… tried to run back into the water then stopped.
I walked off relieved, turned back but the kitten wasn’t there. Hope it is safe. To me it was a baby, just like my own son Darshan. Helpless and innocent.
The first thing I did after reaching office was to download the membership form of People For Animals, the esteemed organization run by Ms. Maneka Gandhi. I think its time I joined. But whether I join or not, my heart will always be open for these innocent beings.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Hunger Pangs!
Hunger pangs are after me,
Clawing at my poor tummy.
O please change the lunch break time,
Let me eat, I'll give you a dime!
Tired and famished here I am,
All I've had is bread and jam,
Absorbed and digested long ago,
My little tummy asks for more.
Please O please, listen to me,
My dear boss, rescue me!
Let me eat, just a nibble,
I promise I'll finish at the double.
I see my plea go in vain,
Why O why can't you see my pain?
I hear my poor tummy growl,
No one hears me cry and howl.
Here I sit surrounded by work,
I see my colleague give a smirk.
Yeah you laugh as much you want,
Tomorrow hunger will pick you to haunt!
Clawing at my poor tummy.
O please change the lunch break time,
Let me eat, I'll give you a dime!
Tired and famished here I am,
All I've had is bread and jam,
Absorbed and digested long ago,
My little tummy asks for more.
Please O please, listen to me,
My dear boss, rescue me!
Let me eat, just a nibble,
I promise I'll finish at the double.
I see my plea go in vain,
Why O why can't you see my pain?
I hear my poor tummy growl,
No one hears me cry and howl.
Here I sit surrounded by work,
I see my colleague give a smirk.
Yeah you laugh as much you want,
Tomorrow hunger will pick you to haunt!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Water Monster - Tsunami
Someone forwarded an e-mail this morning. But it was not just any other forward... it was a forward on Tsunami. A mail warning everyone to be alert. Tsunami is going to happen again soon.
The first thing that came to my mind then was not doubt whether the mail was a hoax but some awful memories revolved around that water monster that mercilessly and greedily gobbled millions of lives.
Newspapers blared out photos and heart sinking reports on the Tsunami. For some it was hot news, for others a part of their life.
As for me, it was part of my life.
My sister-in-law, her husband and their daughter lived in Andaman back then. God hadn't left our side completely since their lives were spared. Their home, belongings... everything was washed away. Hugging their daughter (who was then just 5 years old) they ran to a nearby raised land and sat there staring at the water, knowing anything could happen at any time. Miraculously they were spared, the water lost strength on the slope. They were rushed to a refugee camp in Port Blair along with other survivors. Days later they returned to Kerala.
Remani... a 16 year old girl who reached our home as a house maid. Stayed with my mom from then. Then my sister was born, 7 years later I was born. She took care of us when our mother went to work. She loved us, cared for us, just like we did for her. Years of being together had made her part of our family rather than just another house maid.
Once we were big enough she moved on with her life, never married, joined an agency, worked for a couple from WHO and then was sent to Mali on a job.
Today we do not know where she is. Contact from her stopped after the Tsunami.
She had no relatives except an old granny. She had put up a house at Trivandrum where we went and searched for her details. She is still missing. We would never like to believe something awful happened to her. I know God must have kept her somewhere safe and she just could not contact us.
Tsunami hasn't taken her away... she is somewhere... she is safe... my heart tells me so...
The first thing that came to my mind then was not doubt whether the mail was a hoax but some awful memories revolved around that water monster that mercilessly and greedily gobbled millions of lives.
Newspapers blared out photos and heart sinking reports on the Tsunami. For some it was hot news, for others a part of their life.
As for me, it was part of my life.
My sister-in-law, her husband and their daughter lived in Andaman back then. God hadn't left our side completely since their lives were spared. Their home, belongings... everything was washed away. Hugging their daughter (who was then just 5 years old) they ran to a nearby raised land and sat there staring at the water, knowing anything could happen at any time. Miraculously they were spared, the water lost strength on the slope. They were rushed to a refugee camp in Port Blair along with other survivors. Days later they returned to Kerala.
Remani... a 16 year old girl who reached our home as a house maid. Stayed with my mom from then. Then my sister was born, 7 years later I was born. She took care of us when our mother went to work. She loved us, cared for us, just like we did for her. Years of being together had made her part of our family rather than just another house maid.
Once we were big enough she moved on with her life, never married, joined an agency, worked for a couple from WHO and then was sent to Mali on a job.
Today we do not know where she is. Contact from her stopped after the Tsunami.
She had no relatives except an old granny. She had put up a house at Trivandrum where we went and searched for her details. She is still missing. We would never like to believe something awful happened to her. I know God must have kept her somewhere safe and she just could not contact us.
Tsunami hasn't taken her away... she is somewhere... she is safe... my heart tells me so...
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Sweet Revenge :)
As usual I reached office early, early in the sense damn early when the only people around are the securities and the person who comes to sweep and clean the lift.
My office is on the 4th floor of a 7 storeyed building. Every morning when I press the lift button the cleaning man would be inside, sometimes cleaning the lift walls, otherwise sprawled on the floor wiping it. And he says, “Please wait. Let me finish”. After a long wait I finally climb all the way to the 4th floor. The cleaning still wouldn’t have been completed.
Today when the same thing happened something wicked cooked in my mind. I pressed the lift button from the 4th floor and then ran to the 3rd floor. Hiding away I heard him grumble. He went back to the ground floor. Then again from the 3rd floor I pushed the button and ran to the next floor. Again grumbling he returned.
And then on and on it continued till he finally gave up cleaning and others from my office came.
Call me wicked, call me crooked… here I am smiling away 
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Ponder
Stop before you leap,
Into dark shadows of despair,
Think before you weep,
Over something unfair.
You have one life to live,
Loads of hope to give,
Dreams to fulfil,
Acres of happiness to till.
Tasks to accomplish,
In this one way trip,
Hurdles to demolish,
And problems to rip.
Don't live your life in solitude,
Don't be ashamed of who you are,
Live your life with gratitude,
Not everyone reaches this far.
Into dark shadows of despair,
Think before you weep,
Over something unfair.
You have one life to live,
Loads of hope to give,
Dreams to fulfil,
Acres of happiness to till.
Tasks to accomplish,
In this one way trip,
Hurdles to demolish,
And problems to rip.
Don't live your life in solitude,
Don't be ashamed of who you are,
Live your life with gratitude,
Not everyone reaches this far.
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