The Ugly Earthling

Coming from a highly orthodox family belonging to the Vaishnavaites of the Hindu religion, you get to see a lot of portraits of the various incarnations, of lord Vishnu, around the house.
Most of these portraits will be the last known incarnations, Krishna and Rama.

I was just roaming around the house feeling bored...
I came by this particular portrait of Krishna... Then, I realized that all of the "Gods" portrayed, are done so in such a beautiful way...
Take a male god, and he will be the perfect man.
Take a female god, and she will be the perfect women.

I moved, and came to the mirror, fixed pretty close to the painting, and then I saw the ugliest thing, compared to the figures which were present in the painting.



It, really, may be the dumbest, stupidest thinking in the entire human race, but I personally feel jealous of the physical structures of the god...

Myths and epic tell of their great deeds and how they attracted everyone by their astonishing physique and destroyed the evil, which persisted in their era, using their incredulous power...

But then, comparing them to us, (read god's horcrux, as to why), all that we are left with, is the weak and the ugly. (Even if you ask a 10 time miss universe, she'll tell you she is not perfect when compared to her competitor).

I understand that the reason why the gods portrayed, are done so beautifully... It is because their inner-self is pure, which persists without any disorientation...
But, I, somehow, still have the grudge against it...

Why is that the god is so B-E-A-utiful, and the earthlings ugly?

Yea, yea...
It’s the inside character that matters and not the outside as the supreme don't have a physical structure.

If yes, then tell me why are you so obsessed to wear new clothes every season? I knew people who change their dress 3 times a day...
I even knew a few from the "ROYAL SOCIETY" who never wear the same, more than once...

The only good part in me is my face and my hair, which I admire most of the time...
The rest of the body is total chaos (Google "muscular dystrophy" under images).

If everything in this world is controlled by fate, then I'm pretty sure that, I'm made to have this thought in my mind, by the forces around and inside me.

If it's our inner mind that has been portrayed in the human form, then why not do so, as practical and as natural as that.
If our mind has already thought about these and yet still believes the old customs of God and religion, then it is really interesting to know that we are dependent on such ever changing mind, to live our daily lives.

It is true that, we all look upwards wondering when will, god come down and help us be better. But we fail to realize its god who is waiting.
It is us who have to come out and think beyond God.

I'm not obsessed with this thought of being ugly, but it keeps coming up each and every time I come around that particular painting and cross the mirror.

The ugly earthling...

And the only thing I've learnt till now is,
It's not the way you LOOK.
It's the WAY you look.

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Is that what they call old is Gold?

                      Have you ever noticed the stark difference between old professionals and freshers in a particular business? There is something to learn from the generation before which the new generation lacks. I don't know what it is, you could call it charm or patience or simply the old school of thoughts..
                     I happened to visit a very senior doctor for some skin problem a few weeks back. She is known for her precise judgement and usually the first course of medicines work on the condition. Her appointment is difficult to get because of the long queue of patients and also because now she has reduced the working hours. When I went to her, she analysed me and then asked,
                "You had been here once, right?"
I was awed! The last time I went there was 8 years back for some health problem I don't even remember! 
                 She asked me my name and started searching the neatly piled prescription papers in her drawer and voila! she had the prescription sheet on which she had written my details. My age on the sheet said 11 years! 
                 She wrote the new prescription on the same now yellow sheet and gave me a copy of the same. The medicines she advised worked effectively. She even advised me about the food to have keeping in mind my schedule. That is what they call being a doctor. 
                 When I go to any other doctor (the new ones) , they use the trial and error method. Prescribe higher antibiotics that would get them higher profits from the neighboring chemist. Sometimes, they don't even bother to check patient history. When related complications rise, they simply change the course of medication. They literally take their job as "PRACTICE". Don't even ask about diet or any other thing. They would straightaway refer you to a nutritionist or any specialized fields to gain some more profit. This is today's commercial doctor!
                  Just a day before, I was travelling in an auto. The autorickshaw driver was an old fellow. During our journey, several high speed autos overtook us, drove rashly, bikers trying to show off and all through the ride, the driver remained calm. Followed the traffic rules. Stood still at the signal. Slowed down at a turn. Even waved out while taking the smallest of the turns. I doubt he must have had even a single scratch on his auto. He drove with such precision. 
                   I have had some "dhoom" moments with Mumbai autodrivers. One dabbang tried to usher in the auto between the BEST bus and the divider. Murderous intentions I could say! What followed was scuffle between the bus driver and him. Such drivers are really a pain. They break rules and endanger lives! Warm blood .. Lack of patience. Ensure you reach on time, but at what cost? 
                   The old drivers are not only more cautious, but more polite too. This is my experience with them.
The younger generation of professionals, whatever field it may be, should learn the value of patience, courtesy, customer care. Aggressiveness does not create goodwill..
                   Maybe that's why they say, Old is Gold..
                   
                   

~ Our Destiny - 1

It was already 7 in the morning. My Phone started ringing again for the 4th time, I guess. I was too tired to go and pick it. Finally, it stopped.

It started ringing again.

Me, "Oh, not again."

I cursed the caller as I went and picked the call. I regretted it as soon as I saw the name of the caller. It was from my friend Preethi.

Me, "Hey, Good morning."

Preethi, "Happy New year sadz. Are you still sleeping ? Get ready. We have plans."

I was drifting back to my past. Memories of him started flowing in and I lost track of what was happening.

"Hey, are you still there? Are you getting ready? Or you want us to come there? " ,she yelled at me.

Me, "Uh, no. I will be there in your home by 9. See you there. Happy new year. And thanks for the wake up call. Take care."

Preethi, "Yea ok dear. See you soon. Take care."

She was my Bestie from my school days. She was the one who was always there for me. And now she is doing all that she can to keep me busy. To keep me from thinking about him. 

I got ready as soon as I could and went to Preethi's home. The girls were already there ~ Preethi, Shwetha, Rithi and Deepika. We, five of us always hang out together. And, this would be the last new year we celebrate as students. This is our final year in college.

"Happy New year", they shouted in chorus. All I could do was laugh and I wished them back.

We had our breakfast at her home and started for the plaza. We had booked tickets for the Narnia. 

After the movie and lunch we went to the beach, gossiping about all the stuff in the town. 

And then to the final destination for the day ~ Cafe Coffee Day. 

We were having fun out there by planning our days for the coming months.

Preethi was having her Cappuccino. And suddenly it happened again. 

Me, "Careful Preethi. You are going to break that glass." 

And yes, she did just seconds later. A little boy aged 5 from the next table was playing with a ball which hit Preethi's hand. And she dropped the glass.

And then, the boy's parents were endlessly apologizing to Preethi. And people from CCD were cleaning the mess. But I was somewhere else. In a distant world. His thoughts were again flowing in. And Preethi was staring at me.

To be continued ..]  

P.S.: This is purely a fiction :P . 

~ The Enigma

The Teenage Life

The teenage life.
Friends. Fun. Parties. Sleepovers. Hangovers. Long-drives. Boyfriends/Girlfriends. Gang clashes etc...

And to some, patriotism and spiritualism. But the majority wish the former.

And what about the things that teenagers don't wish for?

Well, here is one of them.
Being a teenager and being a handicap.
It definitely is not a thing that most of them wish for.

Its the toughest part of life where even the basic necessity of walking gets a big "NO".

You know people say... only when we loose or don't have something then we ponder over it and we realize how we miss it so much..
I have had a lot of...hmmmm... lets say inspirations... from a whole lot of persons.
But none of these has ever been permanent in my life.

One day I watch a Jackie Chan movie and I say I want speed and stamina like him.
The next day I watch a Vin Diesel movie and I say I need triceps like him.
Then one day I watch SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE then I say I wanna dance like him.
Then after sometime I watch TopGear and I say I wanna drift like him.

But am I able to do anything that I can do I said above?
The answer is yes...

I CAN DO IT IN MY DREAMS...
Which is why I love sleeping.

Doing things by following your heart will obviously result in others criticizing you. It makes you different from others. So it is pretty obvious.

In my school, I had a lot of people surrounding me in the name of Friends.
I was a nerd, I agree. But then thinking that they are good friends, I opened myself a little bit. Then?
All I went through was, 'Be used, and talk on my back'.
I came to know this after finishing school.

Hey, I am not perfect but who is? We all do silly things, it's that what makes us human.
Why did I do things, tagged silly?
Because I believed that I was one of them and believed to be treated equally. And these things, which I thought will be useful to them actually turned out to be the thing that they oppose.
But the truth was that I was never equal to them.
I was being ignored and treated a bit differently.

Yes. Ignorance is bliss. But being ignored doesn't make it one.

And only I know what I have been through. I went back to my shell again.
I refused to go to college, with fear of being used and get hurt again. I wasn't ready for another refusal.

And life went on.
Met new friends. Questioned directly to them about my position in their life. It did hurt them but all were taken lightly and life did go on.
Met my special someone. Got a different vantage point of my life and the world.

And now, all, I mean all, got down at their respective stations to carry on with their own life and here I am, sitting in my abode, building my future, by writing my past and got the status where I say,
"To a pro, I'm an amateur. And to an amateur, I'm the man."



P.S - @Arjun. When I wrote this post for the first time an year ago, it had a different ending. An ending totally different from where it started. Inspired by your post of your life, I changed the ending. I personally like it now.
Thanks mate. :)


P.P.S - I have Muscular Dystrophy. Go to MD wiki here.

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There is no spoon

Some say i am too young and thinking about certain spiritual stuff like agnosticism, is way past my limits.
And a few ask whether am i worth to talk about all these things?


I may not be fit for the outside world, but I'm quite sure, i fit in perfectly for the conscious world..

But, you know what, i am quite happy when i get questions like this..
As far as i realise, these questions are just the outcome of the mind's resistance in accepting the truth. A genuine mind's play to resist you to access your consciousness.

Is what i try to convey, a considerably true fact?

All i can say is, try not to think it in the terms of right and wrong..

If you can't do that then as Eckhart Tolle puts..
You are trying to understand all of this from your 'state of mind'.
You can never understand whatever i am trying to say through the state of mind. Because whatever i am saying is the only source of survival that the mind considers as such, after all these years of psychological evolution.
And that, the mind depends on this false image of your true self, for survival.

Don't have any opinions on what you read.. Then you'll understand the truth..

What is this state-of-mind, a.k.a emotion?

Here is an example through which you may understand.

Imagine yourself playing a video game.

Your body is the characters brain...
You move your finger which in game life (if you are inside the video game) are signals from your brain which moves your muscles (ie, the characters body).

Your brain is his mind...
(The next level of the previous explanation).

Your mind is his awareness...
The awareness is nothing but, I would say, the level of consciousness of the now. Not two minutes from now, not a few seconds from now, but NOW where time is infinite. No past, no future. Just now.
A guy in the game is shooting from behind your back and all that you want to do is kill him. At that time in reality you yourself will be in the now having no track of the only enemy, time.

Your emotion?
The one where you literally 'feel'. I would say it as the next level beyond state of mind.

The Ego? Its the thing that controls your emotions and the mind projected feelings.

So having understood the terms, read on to understand the truth.


The next question that runs throughout you is -
What is the truth?

The truth is, there is no "SPOON".


As the kid says in the film (those who don't know the film is matrix), you then realise its you who bends and not the spoon which is literally impossible.

What i mean a spoon here is "YOUR" projected world and its implications.
And what it conveys is that, it is better to wear shoes than cover the world with carpet.


The moment you realise that, all the things around you, will be mere illusions that your self-ego projects, upon which your emotion and your mind depends preventing you to access the level consciousness of the now, within you.

As i said earlier your mind will be trying its best in making you not realise this..
Things like this are pretty much merrier when you keep watching them as a spectator without any opinions,
then you will find it highly interesting in reading your reactions.

A massive child's play controlled through complexly programmed algorithms.

That's what you would think.
But the reality is that they are just made to look complex by our ego protected mind and thus makes us think so.

Im not going to say that these things are only for the mature mind.
No. They are things that makes your mind mature. To live the worldly life.

As Jesus puts it -
the world and the nature is created for the humans to realise their self.

And as i said earlier in God's Horcrux, Jesus is not god.
He is just the messenger of god.
So are everyone, whom we consider as "GOD".

Listen to the flowers blossom. What do they say?
They don't blossom to show everyone how pretty they are. They just wanna be pretty.

Like that no, person whom we consider god, claim to be so.
But rather they just wanna be god..

If they can do it, why can't we?

If you consider this as, atheism then you are wrong. This is not.

These things may be hard to digest and if you are mature enough to watch what is going on inside you, then right now you will be enjoying yourself.
"In joy in yourself".

Its your call now,
i can only show you the path, you are the one who has to walk through it.

Choose to accept, i ll show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.






But i still haven't answered the question on the first line.

Now you say, after all the things you have understood,

do you really wanna know who am i?



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~ My life

My life was a heaven
wen words were not spoken
wen dreams were endless
wen my love was not felt
oh, yes i was blessed !!

My life went tattered
wen words were spoken
wen dreams were scattered
wen my love was felt
well, yes i was cursed too !!

The void *you* created in me
is simply too complex to heal
My heart is scarred with
the memories of the past
Endless tears is all that remains !!

Life moves on as
I learned to live
with fake smiles and
scripted happiness !!

But a true part in me is still
clinging onto those
endless dreams and
unspoken love !!
Clinging onto
My version of *you* !!
Yearning to get back
my Happiness
oh, yes i meant *you* !!

This is first post here. My name is sadana. I am so happy to be a part of TWL.. Thanks a lot ste :)

Take care Everyone :) Have a nice day :) !!

~ The Enigma

No Matter What

"Go ahead, just do what feels right, I trust you. And don't you ever worry you'll get lost along the way, don't ever lose your courage.

Dare to dream and then dare to go after your dream, 'cause no one else can make your dream come true. Only you can.

But I'm gonna back you up if you stumble and fall."

"No matter what, I'll always support you."

Have you heard something like this? Or anything along that line?

Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this.

You're lucky if someone ever told you that.

:)

Also posted on thewarrantycard.

Ayyoooo

I was in school. There was a girl. She used to direct paper rockets at me, used to sit behind me and scribble on my shirt, followed me everywhere I went, used to bring her mom’s Activa and honk outside my house and when I would go out, used to run away. She used to stand in the school corridor and harass me. Yeah, I shamelessly admit I was a guy. I mean, I am a guy. One day realization dawned on me and I started to think. How do I behave like a man? I had sleepless nights thinking about it. While the thinking process was on, a few more girls joined her in her acts. My tail raised, eye-brows made a fish hook, red lights flashed on me, I was angry, but I still dint know what to do. I couldn’t tell my friends, they would laugh until their pants tore. What to do? What to do? What to do? Got an idea.

I decided I will stalk her. I decided to prove to myself that I was a guy. I mean, I am a guy. I thought I’ll follow her wherever she goes. For once I felt like a man. She was on her Activa. I tried my best with my bicycle. Dint work. I tried scribbling on her shirt. She looked at me like a rapist and complained to my teacher. I was cornered in more ways than one. Then, for the master plan. I filled air in my bicycle tyres and kept rounding her house ringing my silly bell. A Police van came to a halt right in front of her house. A tall, fat man with a forest under his nose walked into her house wearing a police uniform. Obviously, I disappeared like graphics. That was when I realised that monster of a man was her father. I mean, he wouldn’t have eaten me up or anything, but that sight just hid my guts, so to say. Who knows, he might have eaten me up.

While this epic was unfolding itself, there came a twist to the tale- Board Exams. ‘Bored-exams’ I stupidly used to call it then. She used to wish me every morning before the exam and I used to return silly faces. It was after the last exam, I saw her walking towards me. I thought enough is enough. I was ready for the battle. I had the Sreesanth look on my face. She came to me, dug a card out of her bag, gave it to me, said- “I love you” and walked away. I simply stood there for another 15 minutes, which seemed like ‘rest of my life’. You know, it was like sucking the air out of my bicycle tyres.



Last week, she got married. The guy looks like Munaf Patel. Apparently Munaf is a better bowler than Sreesanth. Anyway, jokes apart, the last day of board exams was the last I had seen her. I used to hate her to the core. She had some kind of feelings for me. But then, we were school children dude. Ok, so it is all fine right now isn’t it? She’s married and happy. Me, not yet married but very happy. But wait, no no, the story begins here. Today, after 9 years since I met her last, I get a mail and guess what, I hear the same words- “I Love You.” I need an air pump and a new mail id.

P.S- Forgive my exaggeration. Only the characters are exaggerated, the story is pretty much true. By the way, this is written only for Writers lounge.

P.P.S- I had a few crushes in my school and pre-university days. My first crush; I finally found her on facebook recently. She got married the day I found her.

Midnight Ramblings !!!

Its often said that when you expect something ,that thing doesn't happens.Hence ,I came to a conclusion that expectation always hurt.I observed this when I was  actually growing into a stronger individual as a professional. In this IT field I can say that its too difficult to be your own.Nevertheless you work for others  and  Clients joy is what brings  a smile on your face. I have actually deviated from the topic. Coming back to the point. I want to ask you few things. Can you fall for someone without knowing if the person likes you or not.

I happen to call a person whom I like. She is generally a jovial person and I have spend most of the time with this girl friend of mine.She may not be beautiful and cute but I can say that she is kind and awesome.She is someone  who can mingle easily with everyone.She is a very good friend of mine.For some days I've been watching her and could realize  her discomfort. She would remain unhappy for most of the time.With her headphones plugged onto her ears,she would often listen to musics and remained silent. She would only respond when someone spoke to her. And these days I've been busy like anything.I could not meet her although we work in the same office. Recently I happened to meet her. She gave me a smile and a hi-hello kind of formal discussions started. I soon realized that she was not the same friend who once used to be.How come someone change once of a sudden. She was a cutie pie and She was clearly looking depressed. I called her the same night. She always liked talking to me and so did I.Unfortunately seeing her sad face would not make me feel great.  We would generally talk late nights for hours. She happened to cry on the phone. I asked her the reason and she happened to cry. She asked what would you do when you fall in love with someone and that  person didn't had the same feeling which you have for them. It reminded me of the same feeling which I had for her. I  liked her but  being younger doesn't means that you can never fall in love with her.Yes  she is 3 years older to me. I told her that it was actually a difficult question to answer.

I soon asked her what is making her to think like that.She told me that she happen to like someone very badly and that person isn't interested on her. She felt bad for this . Why on Earth would any one like someone? .She asked me the possible solutions to forget him.I adviced  her to think of her loved ones and  delete all  memories associated with him.She said that she couldn't. She isn't a loner but  sometimes it makes me think so. I soon started thinking on the same question. I liked her too but how can I express myself to her. Wouldn't she feel bad?. Or is it the wrong time once again. I always fall for older women and everytime its a new story. This time I'm the LoveGuru of this girl friend of mine. I am speechless.!!! .

Coming back to TWL makes me feel good.Its obvious that I'm missing my folks very badly in Delhi but this place is just too good. I love this place. This is a wake up call to all the old bloggers of TWL to rejoin and share the happiness with the new members, And to all the new members say hi to Daddy here :D :D .. GrandPaa  Sandeep is back too and Aunt Asbah is in hibernation mode.

Love you all for the love and care you show to the Writers Lounge. Just want to say that without you it wouldn't be possible at all.. You  We rock. We read.We write.We Lounge.
:)

Happy Birthday Joker !!

Today is not just another day..This  birthday is actually the first birthday celebration at TWL after its comeback... Its the Jokers birthday today. For a guy who writes witty funny hilarious posts  and a sheer entertainer.I dedicate this post to my dear friend and the co writer of the 2 Point Someone series.Yes you heard it right.

Happy Birthday to Arjun

Let me tell you that he is a good writer who writes hilarious stuffs which can tickle your funny bone. Happy Birthday  Jester. Unfortunately I don't have a cake for you but I have something special for you...Drink it ..

Have fun and may God bless you

Back, For Another Stay.

Old habits die hard. And old memories even harder. It wasn't voluntarily that I left my second home, The Writers Lounge, last year.. but that's irrelevant now. From the first time I wrote here, from the first friend I had to the anticipation of rain in the winter, all stay clearly in my head. People Friends I met here have changed, they've gone on to better things in life. Some have remained close, some slowly drifted apart, though I don't want them to. I don't want to say by names who all are part of this gang, who I've had the pleasure of meeting, of fighting with, sharing a pizza or a coffee just that once. Such friends are keeps for life. I've changed my first home, and watched from a distance as my second began to die. Homes die only when they are not taken care of. I've been asked back before, but I've not felt the need to come back till now. I've been trying to pen down something better than this small paragraph, for marking my return here. All I can manage is this. Leo is back at the lounge, don't know how, don't know till when, don't know why. To me, all those questions bear no meaning any more.

The Final Revenge

The Dark Lord was not happy. no, not one bit. I could see the anger in those menacing eyes. I stay as far from him as i can, unless am summoned. Tonight he is in a rage. Somebody messed up.

It was a killer night. The whistling of the winds added to the chill of the night. He was plotting, he was planning. That, i could guess as much. I am a death-eater. Not by choice, but by submission. And in his presence, even i could feel the blood freeze slowly in me.

The Dark Lord turned and stared. Straight at me. I forgot the fact that he could read minds. For a moment that stretched to eternity, his eyes scanned the depths of my mind. I made my resolve stronger as much as i could without breaking eye contact.

Hours passed before he made a move. He was the hunter tonight. Someone was going to die. He was going to destroy what couldn't be his. I followed my master as he made his way through the dead forest. The moonlight didnt touch him. Wherever he went, only death followed.

A creak. A dry twig snapped somewhere in the distance. 

Lord Voldemort raised his wand and muttered, AVADA KEDAVRA!!!! twice!

Two thuds. Two bodies fell. Pinocchio and Michael Jackson lay lifeless on the ground.

The Dark Lord walked away. The master got his revenge for his botched up nose-job.

Acceptance of Being

There is always the time where you meet a person and you tend to think that, by the way they treat you, he/she is your special someone. But that may not be the truth. They might just be another guy or girl in your life. It is really hard to find out, especially when you really like that person.

You get a lot of confusion in deciding what they actually are in your life. You keep contemplating your choices. At one time you will be convinced and will believe so blindly that they are meant for your life... But the next moment, something real bad happens and your explanation will not be entertained and you will consider them far away from where you want them to be.

Having a strong heart makes you go through most of the problems in life but having a very strong heart gets you to such a position that no one may care to ask whether you are hurt or not.

I am not pleading to anyone to ask whether I am hurt or not... At the same time, I am not god to accept, whatever the situation may be, as it is and move on.

You might say, that is why we have someone called FRIENDS. Yes there are friends... But it is a very much known fact that "THEY TOO HAVE A LIFE TO LIVE".

I am not being pessimistic. Our situations make us to accept to the fact that it is true. I kind of feel embarrassed to keep telling my friends my problem, instead of enjoying life with them. We might be cautious in choosing the people, who listen to us as friends, but that may not always be true. Friends are there, to catch everything that you throw at them. But they too are humans... They tend to miss out a few catches.

At that time you can depend on your special person. As only that special someone will stick up for you, no matter what the situation may be... And finding that special person needs courage and determination.

At some point, a situation may arise, where you are hurt by that special person... And friends are too busy to reach.

It is clearly not my present situation ANYMORE, because I just got a message from my friend that - "Hey! I am still alive... U need not apologize..."

But there are still millions, out there, who feel a 'little bit' like this... So what is the remedy for them?

I tried reading a few spiritual books, one of them being "The Power of Now". But even though I feel highly motivated after reading it, certain things happen, so immediately that you are pulled back to reality, the PRACTICAL WORLD. The only choice you have is to just witness what is happening, without having any opinion about it. As they say, "If you cannot defeat the enemy... Join him."

All you can do is accept who you are and what you are...

Even though I tried my best, I cannot find the best words to express my current state. But I am just writing this to feel light at heart.

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काश वापस आ जाये

काश वो दिन फिर आ जाये

पेंसिल की नौक फिर टूट जाये 

नौक करने के बाद के छिलके को पानी में डुबाये 

काश वो दिन फिर आ जाये 

काश वो रबर फिर घूम जाये 

टिफिन काश वो फिर घर से 

लंच टाइम में पापा देने आये 

गेम्स पीरियड का वो इन्तेजार 

वापस आ जाये 

एनुअल फंक्शन का वो डांस 

वो नाटक की तयारी 

वो साइकिल की यारी 

काश वापस आ जाये 

वो साइकिल का पंचर होना 

वो कम्पास में से पेन चोरी होना 

वो ड्राइंग का  पीरियड

वो मोरल साइंस के पीरियड की नींद

वो बुक से क्रिकेट खेलना 

काश वापस आ जाये 

wwf  का वो खुमार 

कोई बनता rock,कोई  undertaker तो कोई rikishi 

वो होली का हुडदंग 

वो संक्रांति की पतंग 

हट ...काटा ......हैं  की

वो आवाज़ 

काश वापस आ जाये

वो दिन वो बीते हुए लम्हे 

आज भी जेहन में हैं मेरे 

बस एक वो आवाज़ वापस आ जाये 

और यादो को ताज़ा कर जाये 

(C.J)

Flashback...

I know, with this post it must have become an over dose of such posts. But then, let me write it for my satisfaction. I keep saying, the best thing that blogging did to me was 'Friends'. By 'blogging' I mainly refer to 'Writers lounge'. The chain posts, the competitions, the late night chats, the meet-ups, plenty to cherish. A few days back, I was actually reading all those '2 Point Someone' posts that I and Ste used to write. Looks very silly now, but then, the memories.. Oh Shit..!! :)

Ok, let me try to remember all the people I met here. Feel free to bash me up under the nose if your name is not mentioned. Sandeep( The King), Ste (The idiot), Asbah(The sweetest), Priyanka (My first and best), Kajal, Aarti (special), Nandini (chells), Prats (B'lore buddy), Arun (the macha), Tan dada, Nabila, Neha, Mona, Hashan, Vinay (Leo), Chirag (my hero), Freelancer. I must have missed a few names here, I'm sure. But then, its 'me' only if I forget a few isn't it? But then, i know how it feels when you see your name there, you know, in such a post that too.

Nice to see you people crawling back here. If nothing else, I think its high time we rekindle our friendship.By god's grace I have a phone and it has a number, and by god's curse I'm always on facebook. Hope to keep in touch.

See you. Cheerios. A big fuckin' 'Welcome back'. Feels great. :D

Cheers..!!
Arjun

Unknown Countries of the World

This is my original article which I wrote for my Blog Finding Neverland

This idea was a strange one. Search for the countries which are unknown to the world? Uninteresting, but the whole drill was fun. We do hear the famous country names everyday here is something for a change. Although it was just a matter of looking at the list of world countries and noting down some unknown names but more than this it made me learn a lot about the alien countries of the world. Generally though, for your Information most of the countries which are unknown to the world are from Africa, hope you like this article.

Tuvalu:

Capital: Funafuti

Head of State: Queen Elizabeth II

Governor General: Iakoba Italeli

Prime Minister: Willy Telavi

Independence Day: 1^st October, 1978

Total Area: 26 km²

Total Population: 10,472

This country is ruled by the Queen of England, Elizabeth and she is the official queen here also known as the queen of Tuvalu and appoints the prime minister if the country who is the care taker. This country consists of four reef Islands and five true atolls. It is situated between the Hawaii and Australian lands. Its Population of 10,472 makes it the 3^rd least populated country in the world and it is also the fourth smallest country in the world due to its area. The Parliament of the country is known as Fale I Fono. Favorite game of Tuvalu is Kilikiti which resembles Cricket, where as Ano is another famous game played. This country participated in the Beijing Olympics of 2008 for the first ever time.

Who's smarter..

          Each generation gets smarter than the generation before.. Kids these days can make a fool out of adults! The same was the situation when I was a kid. Adults used to say, "Kids these days know to talk on phone."
         Phone means the landline phone! Today kids know to handle the computer, laptop, mobile phones etc etc.. The gadget generation! My nephew who is all of 2 years is a gadget freak!
         He once came crying into my room. Seeing me working on my laptop, he quickly forgot the reason of his despair. He came over to me and sat on my lap. I was so awed that "Mausi pe itna pyaar?" and then the smart head started typing on the laptop! So the reason was not me but the laptop! Such are these kids who can make you drool over them and make you a fool in a minute.
         Some of my relatives recently took panga with a generation way to smarter than them. I was the silent spectator in this..
         We went over to a relatives place, where there was this small girl called Deepti, all of 2 years. She is a chatterbox and wise beyond her years (which is not an individual case these days). So these relatives tried to pull her leg.
         There was another kid called Ashu who is about 5 years old.
The relatives started talking of Deepti's bicycle as Ashu's. They were talking aloud, "How come Ashu's bike is here. Chalo let's take it home."
          Deepti looked confused and tried to sum up what was happening. The elders thought she will vehemently defend it as hers. So they further asked her, "Whose cycle is this Deepti?"
          Her reply stunned them. She said "Ashu's bike it is."
 She was now playing with the elders! they didn't know what to say!
          Someone asked, "what is Ashu's bike doing here?"
 Pat came the reply,"She left it here last night."
           Saying so, she laughed out and ran out to play.
The relatives looked at each other's face expressionless and spellbound.
          How easily she interpreted their intention and how she worked it against them! I was amazed at her intelligence! All at the age of mere 2 years!
          I was the one who giggled first and commented," Pata chala who's smarter? Bacchose panga kyun lete ho uncle?"
         We all had a hearty laughter following this incident!!

Ek Mayoos Guzarish!

Jab kal raat pyaas lagi toh yaad aaya ki hum kab se pyaase they
Raat ki un tanhaiyon mein har lamha jaagey they

Aur yaad aaya ki zindagani mein aapse kya kya mila…

Ek hansi se jeene ka sahara mila
Ek hansi se dubey ko kinara mila
Ek hansi se patjhad k mausam khile
Ek hansi se khushiyon k manzar mile

Jab kal raat aankh lagi toh paaya hum kitne akele hain
Raat ki khamoshi mein sapno ki bebasi se khele hain

Aur yaad aaya ki zindagani mein aapse kya kya mila….

Un ankhon ka nasha jisne paimaane chuda diye
Un ankhon ki jhalak jisne dhoke bhula diye
Un ankhon ki nazaakat jisne hayaa sikha di
Un ankhon ki gehrai jisne duniya bhula di

Yaadon k bhanwar mein is kadar kho gaye
Waqt ka ehsaas hi na hua aur hum puri raat ro gaye

Aaj ek haare huye dil ki koi fariyaad sun le
Aaj ek tanha akele ki koi awaaz sun le
Aaj ek humdard ki talash koi puri kar jaaye
Aaj ek sahare ki kami koi puri kar jaaye

Aaj do pal meethey koi khairaat mein hi de de
Aaj ek lamha pyaar ka koi majaak mein hi de de
Koi tumhari jagah na le paye sahi
Bas do pal k jazbaat hi de de

Jab kal raat aansu bahey toh paaya ki is kadar dard mein toh hum jee na payengey
Zakhm itne genre hain ki agar marham na mile toh hum inhe see na payengey!

(PS - This is a dramatic comeback to TWL. For two reasons, One After personalizing my blog space and removing its viewership rights, This is the first time I have blogged. Secondly, I was never sure if I had a courage to make such a confession prone and close to heart post on the lounge after such a long time. Its almost a diary entry, so far from fiction and so close to everything in my life right now)

(PPS - This is dedicated to people who fail to realize the importance of attention that people in pain seek. May god give you the vision to see beyond interests, beyond needs, beyond motives and beyond circles to identify those around you, who are in need)

PICTURE SOURCE

TWL - Let there be light!

Nice to be back :-)

This place still holds the charm and one just needs to scratch the surface to see all the fun that we had when the lounge was at it's best. StepMan, Malan, 2 point someone, Microhumours, 55 fictions, Ste jokes by Arjun & me, Asbah's encouragement and her scribbles, Golu-Bhondu series, Ste's high voltage philosophy, Kajal's mesmerizing poems, Tan's magic, Leo's ownership, Freelancers never say die spirit, Chirag's enthusiasm, Nabila's comments, Aarthi's fun filled posts, Hashan's humour, John's rants, Nan's fiction, Rose's childlike exuberance, the Venky sisters casting their spell, Priyanka's soulful posts, Shruti's musings, Bhargav n Raghav's quizzes, contests etc. etc. Seems just like yesterday when I would be refreshing the page every hour and hitting the compose button with a sole intention of pulling Ste's leg and then wait for his retaliation. That obviously, was not the only reason for me to refresh this blog every hour. There would be posts waiting for contributors. Poems and story chains waiting to be picked up. It would be pure fun. One in which you could immerse yourself and come out refreshed, besides all the learning. Come the theme-based contests and I would have a blast reading all the takes on that particular subject. Getting judged by stalwarts and their comments on the stories would be the icing on the cake. TWL was such an awesome place to be. A writers dream and a readers paradise. The incubation ground for budding writers and a great place to make some awesome friends. That was TWL. One big family!

Somewhere...Somehow....TWL started taking a backseat. Life took it's own turn for lot of us. TWL ceased to be the place that it was meant to be. New members looked at this blog like a place where they could re-post the old content from their blog and add on to the comments that they had already got on their blog. And while they were doing this, there was no one to tell them what TWL was originally meant for. That it was a place where we connected over fresh posts and challenges thrown at each other, a place where we would await someone to start off a series and we would pick it up like a chain, a place where we commented and made friends, a place where we would share everything with the members who are like a family, a place where we would laugh and cry together and be there for each other in the darkest hours, a place where we would not push our individual blogs but let the readers come down on their own if they wish to, a place where it was not 'me' and 'you' but a 'WE', a place where we would put TWL above everything else!

Let's bring back the magic. Let's make TWL what it used to be!

P.S: Ste, am not going to feature in any episode of Roadies 8! ha ha ha...I just did a shoot with Raghu/Rajeev for a digital campaign we were launching. Check it out at www.mobileroadiehunt.com (log in with your FB and find out the truth about your friends :P :P)

P.P.S: Ste, zyaada panga lega toh Raghu aur Rajeev se maar padegi tereko :P :P :P ;)



Loads of love,

Sandeep Balan

Asbah

:) The name itself is enough to pull a smile from few of the old members out here. We all know how much we miss this beautiful lady. How much we miss her writings ?. But she should realize that she is being missed. When we both first spoke about a common platform thing for writers ,bloggers etc ; I knew that something big would come for sure. How come it won't be possible when two intelligent people on Earth  converse with each other regarding something big. I still remember  what all she wanted to do in this WL. Her aspirations,dreams and lots more associated with this lounge. I'm sad that she isn't with us at this hour. I'm sure she is offcourse reading all these posts. She preferes anonymity.

So when you post something here then  I warn you that someones watching over you :D .Hows the Lounge now? Does it really looks that good ? I knew its not as ausumn as the old one .Our main intention was to get back that old trademark look of TWL and its association with the black theme.Sandeep Malan Balan is busy branding stuffs as what brand managers used to do. It is said that he is going to feature in one episode of Roadies 8.0 .I don't know how true is this but it would be awesome to see him. Where have the good old members of TWL disappeared. I only see few active members? Where the hell is ARtz,Nabs,Prats,Leo,Kajal,Rashi and gang. I'm sorry if i missed out few names. Oh common we all have made it big ,so it is our job to get it going. I appreciate Freelancer for his contribution to the TWL.

I end up with a positive note that TWL will rock back again. I have a lots of expectation with you all...so don't disappoint

Love you .a.

May Almighty bless all,
Sandeep ,Asbah ,Ste

हारने के डर से जीना भूल गए हैं 

जवाब के डर से सवाल पूछना भूल गए हैं 

मंजिल तो तभी मिलेगी जब ,

बढ़ाएंगे उस ओर कदम पर,

गिरने  के डर से चलना भूल गए हैं

Opportunity knocks only once!!!

I am actually skeptical about something.Something is bothering me right now.I failed to realized that someone actually liked me.May be she was not strong enough to say it to me.But she didn't give me some hints which I failed to decode.It was during those chilly winters of Delhi and I'd been invited by this person for a movie.She would often taunt me saying how could a boy like me possess girl like characteristics.She actually believed that guys would ask out and this time it was the complete opposite. But I really never realized that she would like me.I agree this person was an outgoing person but at that time the work pressure was too high.Being a responsible associate  and  few dependencies and commitment to work would not give me ample opportunities to go out with friend. My weekends used to be occupied with work and my other friends would enjoy their Late night clubbings.

I still remember that night when i dropped her to home.She was living with her friend too.I  probably failed to look at her eyes.Was she expecting a hug from me? was she trying to tempt me. "are you really going?", she asked . "Yes" ,I said and left. At that time I never realized her love for me. I know tragic incidence happens when you don't expect it.Lately when the work burden on me reduced ,I slightly developed a  crush on her.This crush soon metamorphised into something else.I'm not sure how I could explain this.I used to visit her more than thrice during the day at her bay.She  used to be preoccupied with work.She would give me a smile and I couldn't do much.I learnt that she lost interest in me.She would then give me  calls at night and would apologise for the same.I dont understand the logic though.I started feeling that I'd missed the opportunity. ;) Any ways I am coming down in few months time and I hope to make best use of this time.I should probably ask her out more often. :D You might never know . :D I have a weird feeling posting this here.But nevertheless this is home out here ...so no harm in posting personal stuffs here.

Opportunity knocks only once.... :d :D ..

When I miss you :)

Hello! :)

The lounge was dormant. And now I see loads of activity. Admins ki dhamkio ka kamaal hai sub. :P

So I return, I don't know if I return or its just a guest appearance, but I know I'll have to be regular else FL will kill me. No escape now, as Delhi will be seeing him soon. So I accepted his challenge, no copy paste from my blog, exclusively for TWL, I write.

This post is dedicated to a person, who has been an integral part of my life. We have grown up together. 8 yrs on and the bond is getting stronger with each passing day. Though I'm almost always clueless about his existence and whereabouts most of the time, but then again, I have my reasons to miss him. No matter how much he drives me insane, but he's the one who keeps me sane, rooted. I'm so glad to have you there. :D

I'm lost without you baby

My heart wants to be with you forever

In my mind, its your picture that I flaunt

So close, yet to far

Seeing you beside me is all that I want

You are the only one for me

Over miles we ain't together

Undying, unconditional love that keeps us certain yet free.

My stupid attempt at writing an acrostic poem. I hope I didn't fail that bad. And no, we are not a couple, just in case. :P

Till the next time,

Rose

God's Horcrux

A guy died one day and he reached heaven. And the guards at the heaven welcomed him to the parade as it was the God's birthday. So the guy went along.

First he saw the Jesus on a big chariot. Behind him were a million followers.

Next came Allah on a big chariot. Behind him were a million followers.

Next was the Buddha. Again behind him were a million followers.

Next was Krishna. Behind him were a million followers.

And... so came along the Gods of the world in the parade which went on for hours. And at last there came a man walking along with no followers. He was just walking all alone ignored by everyone.

The man then asked the guard who was that man walking all alone by himself. The guard replied...

"He is the actual god"......

I'm not saying that all you guys are following the wrong persons...

Jesus wanted to help people and he was desperate in making people know the truths of life...
Buddha sacrificed his kingly life to make people relieve from their sufferings. So he meditated for days and finally attained enlightenment... then using his knowledge preached what he realised...

They all wanted people to realise what life was and why we are here in this world. But what are we doing????

We just say he said this and he said that and he did that and that and we make "THEM" famous.... and we praise them.

Do you think that its what they wanted???

Fame and praise and dominance????

They gave up their whole life for the sake of people just to be fame????

All of you are preaching his teachings.....

But

DO YOU FOLLOW IT??????

All of you might have tried to follow the God's preachings...

But how many of you have tried to be GOD?????????

We all are a part of this world and the energy that runs our body is a part of the supreme energy that controls the entire universe...

So it directly implies that each and every one is God's HORCRUXES....

So its obvious that god has transferred some of his powers to us when he created us. So each and everyone in this world is capable of becoming God himself, you don't need to meditate to become god, you don't need to mug prayers to be god.

All you have to do is be yourself....

If you read this post with real interest then you don't have to anything...

Things will happen automatically...just pour in these information into you.. and the time will come when the event happens...

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छोटी सी ख्वाहिश

जेब में कुछ सिक्के जो  होते ,

आसमान की सैर कर आते 

बदलो पर बैठकर जाते 

खुदा से कुछ बात कर आते 

नासमझ हैं पर फिर भी 

समझदारी की बात कर आते 

थोड़ी सी जिद करते

और जिद में

सबकी ख़ुशी मांग लाते 

छोटे छोटे हाथ हैं हमारे

पर बड़ी-बड़ी यादो को समेट लाते 

तुतलाती हुई जुबान से खुदा को 

डांट भी आते 

जब सब कहते हैं 

हम हैं तुम्हारे की स्वरुप 

फिर क्यों ठुकराते हैं 

डराते हैं ,मन पड़े तो मार भी देते हैं 

कुछ लोग हमें 

जब कहता खुदा हमसे के 

तुम हो मेरे ही बच्चे 

हम कहते के अपने 

बच्चो के खातिर कभी तो  धरती पर आ 

कभी कृष्ण बनकर 

कभी राम बनकर 

आये थे तुम धरती पर 

पर तुम्हे भी डराया था 

तुम हो भगवान इसीलिए 

तुमने सबको हराया था 

जब तुम्हे ही न समझ पाए वो पापी 

तो हम मासुमो को कैसे समझेंगे ....

(चिराग ) 

glance

In one fleeting glance at you, myriad feelings erupt in my heart like a hot, fuming, destructive and uncontrollable volcano. A million questions and stories re-surface my thoughts and blur my vision. Not only do I relive the memories that aids in putting all the questionable and dubious pieces of my emotional puzzle in place, but I also see the complete picture encrypted by those puzzle pieces revealing the current state of my irrational heart. This is when I look away from you, trying hard not to contemplate what I saw. Also, I look away because if I fear you might read my situation if I locked eyes with you for a few more seconds.
Yeah, it is pretty darn hard to look away when you are all I think about, dream about and write about. To subside those emotions and let go of those questions is as hard as resisting the urge to order a double chocolate chip double whipped cream and double chocolate drizzle frappucino while standing in the queue of Starbucks line-up during Happy hour ( half-priced frappucinos). But I feel admitting my feelings might be a billion times harder. That`s why, I go with the easier alternative. Albeit the confrontational scenario that I have played a billion times in my head, I choose to keep quiet and enjoy the moment.
Despite the discomfort and the gush of uncertain feelings I experience in that one glance, I pine to experience it over and over again. And with you being totally oblivious of my state, continue to act the same which confirms the certainty of this bittersweet experience for me, once again.

The 11th Hour

I was watching 11th hour movie narrated by Leonardo Di Caprio.

But before I proceed further. U have to read this.

Once there was a guy, living the typical life on the "FAST LANE". One day, as when he was leaving for the office, while accessing the elevator the security guard told this guy that he wasn't well that day as he looked dull and suggested that he would take a day off. But this guy wasn't ill and he said I'm alright and went on.

Then at the office parking space he met some his colleagues and they said too that he was not well and should have taken the day off. But he said he was alright and went on. But at this time he had a little doubt whether he was alright.

Then he went inside the office and again there his other mates again told him that he was not well. But now the guy was convinced that he was very ill. So he took the day off.

But by the time he reached his house he was very ill and couldn't even get out of the car. So then he was hospitalized and he touched the death door and came back.

Why am I telling all this???

This is because the human mind is the most complicated thing in the world. A bad influence from others can make a normal man to face his deathbed in just one day. so the human mind has that much power to make things happen.

So if we think that we are in the time which is 11:59:59, then we are in that time.

Problems of the world is not as great as you think it is.. One man say the world is facing a huge danger and he convinces a few and thats enough. These "FEW" will BELIEVE very strongly that the world is going to end and their mind will have tremendous effect on the world.

So the world's smallest problem will be blown into a mega size problem.

And if you want to believe that the world will live.

According to Indian mythology the universe was created by a god called "BRAHMA".. The universe will live as long as brahma lives and his life is estimated to be 100 years.. For him 1 day is supposed to be 1 'yuga'. in earth counting 1 yuga is supposed to be 432,000 earth years.and according to that calculation, brahma is on his 1st day of the 40th year.. so we still have minumum 59 brahma years to live.

So don't worry the earth won't die.

Earth has been in the world for ever and scientists have agreed to the evidence found that man had evolved millions of years ago.. so earth has enough "MATURITY" to take care of its own problems.

"MEN MAY COME AND MEN MAY GO, BUT THE EARTH GOES ON FOREVER"

All you have to do is to just think that there is no problem in earth.and that the earth is the most wonderful place to live on.

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Hollywood Stars that Died at an Early age.

By Raafay Awan

Life has to end one day that’s the reality, but there are some people who leave us earlier than expected.  They are lost quickly and then we are unable to see them ever again. Here are some of the Hollywood actors and actress who lived with us for a short time but they are alive in the hearts of people even today.

Brittany Murphy (32):

The 32^nd year of her life brought her heart problem and that lead to her death in the year 2009.  She worked in the classic Hollywood movies such as ‘Sin City’ and ‘Clueless’ and was also a famous actress and singer.

Montgomery Clift (45):

In the year 1966 when Montgomery Clift was 45 years old He died of Heart Attack. Before coming to Hollywood he had established himself as a fine stage actor. In his short Movie career he was nominated for the Academy Awards no less than four times. His famous movies include, ‘From here to Eternity’ and ‘The Misfits’. He was known as a seasoned actor but his Movie career, which started in 1948, could last for just 15 years.

Dorothy Dandridge (42):

At the age of 42, drugs snatched this actress from us. She was not only famous as an actress but was also a well known American Singer. In 1965, when she died, Dorothy Dandridge was the only Afro-American who was nominated for the Academy Awards. Her Movie career started in 1935, where as her famous movies includes ‘Island in the Sun’ and ‘Porgy and Bess’.

Safar

चलते चलते मैं रुक जाती हूँ,.
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.
मुड़ के एक बार देख लेती हूँ,
अगर भूल जाती हूँ,
कि अकेले ही तो चली थी,
दिल को फिर समझाती हूँ,
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.

कभी कोई तितली मिल जाती है,
तो पल भर को ठहर जाती हूँ,
नज़र भर को देख लेती हूँ,
अगर भूल जाती हूँ,
कि कई रंग है बेरंग दुनिया के,
एक नया रंग देख पाती हूँ,
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.



कभी कोई नदी आ जाती है,
तो उसके साथ हो लेती हूँ,
फिर मोड़ पे अकेली हो जाती हूँ,
अगर भूल जाती हूँ,
की सब साथी नही सफ़र के,
फिर एक साथी छोड़ जाती हूँ,
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.

कभी ठोकर लग जाती है,
तो गिर के संभल जाती हूँ,
कई बार रास्ता ही बदल जाती हूँ,
अगर भूल जाती हूँ,
कि लंबा सफ़र है, जल्दी नही अच्छी,
कुछ देर ठहर जाती हूँ,
अगर बहुत मैं थक जाती हूँ.

चलते चलते मैं रुक जाती हूँ,.
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.
मुड़ के एक बार देख लेती हूँ,
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.

P.S. Writing in hindi after ages..feel free to correct my mistakes :)

An eMail from a Mother

Dear Son,


Its disheartening to see you struggling  at your new place.I understand that it is important for you to shape your career and you left home for your job.We completely  appreciate your decision.We never stopped you but we were happy that you become responsible. You don't know how much we miss you and we are proud of you. Everytime we talk to you I hear discomfort in your voice. You tried not to break but you broke.You cried cause of your own plight and you were distressed too.


Its quite saddening to see your sufferings.I just don't want you to be shattered. As you know ,life is full of opportunities. It is full of lessons and every decision that we make and every things that we do does teaches us a great lesson.It is this lesson that we take ahead in life.It is all about learning ,moving ahead and never looking back.I want you to be strong and I don't want my sweety to be feeble and low.It is not your nemesis but its just a bad phase in your life. Why don't you realize this? . When you left us you sought blessings from me and your daddy. Perhaps you never saw your dad's face at that moment.It was filled with pride and you won't know how happy he was for you. You never realized how much your sister Priyanka misses you. Priyu would everytime ask me about your vacations and when would you come back.Son, I understand your importance at your work place.But I want you to concentrate on your health too.Without a proper health ,you won't be able to concentrate on your work and your life would become unstable.


You might be missing the Sunday Brunches at our home.Those special dishes which I used to make for you.You were the only reason why I made such delicious food.But today ,I almost cried when you told me that you  never had breakfasts since the day you left home.Is work that important to you?.Money is secondary .Spend money on everything that you need.Eat anything that you like.Your daddy never knows that you are struggling there.If he comes to know this then he would  come to take you back. Priyanka has passed her board exams with flying colors and she loved the Fastrack watch that you send her on her birthday.You never knew how excited she was.She would show her watch to everyone like crazy that her brother had send this watch for her all the way from California.You are the only reason why we all are here .Today is Mothers day.Last year you took us out and  It was a joyous moment for me being a mother.I still remember that day when you and Priu both gifted me a Kanchivaram Saree.That May was the best moment of my life.May is full of surprises to our family.Our Anniversary May17th is the day when you would never forget.It is going to be our 25th wedding anniversary this year and we all would be missing you this time .You would remember that day even in your faintest memory and I am damn sure about this.I'm proud to be your mother because you never cease to make us happy.Come back soon. We all love you. Health first and then rest.We all love you.I'm not strong son and I would break into tears on Skype video call.This is the reason why I;m writing this email to  you. Hope to see you soon.

Love ,
Maa