From Udupi to Kochi with un-diminishing smile

The question which has always been a question to me, is the events that happened are in our lifetime are intentional or accidental? I have been on a short trip to Kochi, Kerala and the only thing which has been in my mind was how people are coping up with the losses they sufferred due to recent deluge. Based on my interaction with the cab driver the scenario is not so desperate for Kochi residents but it is the other parts of kerala faced the fury of the nature. It is partially a relief for me, may be because I will not witness the burnt of the nature in its most disturbing shape because rebuilding of life is a slow and painful process. Anyway, immediately after reaching my hotel, I stepped out because i was feeling a little hungry. So, while walking through the lanes of Broadway found one decent restaurant which announced delicacies which will be small and just enough to leave some space for dinner. So, I ordered a Papdi Chat and one Coffee. So, waiting for delicacies in the nearest table, a kid not more than 15 or 16 approached me with a radiant snile on his face and asked I am from which part of India. There was something magical in his smile so I replied I am from Delhi and to keep him engagrd asked in return is he from Kerala or elsewhere? He said he is from Udupi (a small town of Karnataka bordering Kerala and famous for affordable breakfast and meals, all vegeterian) and it takes a full day to reach his hometown from Kochi. I just dont know why I continued with the conversation. I asked him How he reched here and he replied his brother brought him here. I just dont know anything about him but still felt a tinge in my heart for him and the brave journey he is enduring to make a life for himself. He had not just a bright smile on his face but a hope. So far away from home he is doing this petty job but may be this life has got more promise than the life he was enduring in his hometown. So, no wonder India is shining but those many people who are being left behind, creating lives which are yet to pass through Test of Fire and their survival is partly in their hand and partly in ours. When all these things are unfolding in front of my eyes, I saw another family enjoying their evening day out with two sons and the younger one was having some physical imbalances linked to probably cerebral palsy or polio in either case making him one among the most vulnerable citizens when he grows up. Seeing all this, I have a strong feeling that, mostly from poverty comes more poverty so how much resources we dedicate for next few decades we can only dream to be a developed nation, the struggle for life and death will continue. Every now and then i will see one such handsome face in the crowd who would be desperately trying to make a life for himself or herself but the journey will be far from difficult, far from comfort, far from enjoyment, a constant struggle and what will be the only saving grace is the bright radiant smile which will be far from fading away into darkness. I wish you well gentleman and I

will pray to God that your life dreams are complete and you reach to your goals without loosing out on that bright smile on your face.

The price of being "good"

When i look back at my old blog almost a year ago i wrote a blog called "Request with Love".... The present one is an extension of the same.

In our world we experience many relationships out of which few of them related to blood and many what we earn in our entire livelihood. So, also we tend to classify all of those people with whom we enjoy a relationship as good or bad as two extremes.

Today I was reminded by one of my good old friend about my old blog because she classified me as a good person with whom everyone wants to share some moments of their life. I am doubtful because if I am so good then why I do not have a serious relationship to cherish. Is this the price one has to pay for being good? The irony is when a person meets his end untimely people say good people do not stay in this world for longer! How cruel?

Anyway I know I may be a good person but there are better person's in this world who are actually making this world beautiful for our stay.

Sometimes I wonder about my reason of existence in this world. I am yet to find a suitable answer to this question of mine. Honestly speaking I do not want to be a good person I just want to be a simple human being who at the end of day just want to flip his personal account of good and bad deeds and just wish to find the credit side of it is heavier than debit side...

A Small Twist of Fate

Anybody who has watched this 1994 film may instantly correlate the flow of events that are about to get clicked from my keyboard. It is a nice little movie about a young beautiful girl adopted by a rag who had a past of rich. In the event of his life the father of the girl repents for his mistake and tries out his best to win back his daughter. In the event the rag is about to loose the case because of his pecuniary conditions but a twist of fate earns him his lost fortune and his daughter.

What a simple yet powerful story to have believe on destiny. Today, in the morning when I took the newspaper from my balcony a face in the corner of the twisted newspaper foretold me that Jade Goody is no more. I came to know about her existence through that in (famous) incident happened during “Big Brother – London Version”. Our Indian contestant Ms Shilpa Shetty got so much sympathy from that episode that she went on to become winner of that contest. Whereas Ms Goody because of her racial abuse was ousted from the Big Brother’s house, unceremoniously.

Later, she landed in India amid a lot of protest to participate in India’s Big Boss contest and had to fly back to London due to detection of cervical cancer. If my memory does not fail me all this things happened just a few months back. Now, everything has slipped to history with death of Ms Goody at a most unlikely death age of 27.

So, a small twist of fate and everything can change in our lives either way. Anyway, the God give solace to her soul and her bereaved family.

The distant lover

I know you can never be mine;
You said it clear and fine;
Still I cannot forget you;
Still I cannot ignore you.

I know you only through your voice;
I can feel you through your moods;
Still I cannot stop feeling about you;
Still I cannot stop wondering about you.

I met you in my dreams; I kissed you in my mind;
I made love to you in some distant horizon;
But when I woke up; you are nowhere to find.

Then I realize……..
I know you can never be mine;
You said it clear and fine;
Still I cannot forget you;
Still I cannot ignore you.

Hope and Me

When I search for words;
Thoughts deceive me;

When I look for roads;
My feet do not support me;

When I look for happiness;
Tears follow me;

When I look for God;
He says your voice is yet to reach me;

When I wish for death;
Life tempts me;

When I have nowhere to go;
A little light in a distance tunnel beckons me;

May be this is hope;
And I should follow me.

I cry for time...... and it is not there......

Time is a wonderful resource when you own, it will do miracles for you and else it will destroy you beyond repair. While traveling to my office two things were disturbing me to a great extent. One is election of US president and the other is recently popularized and controversial “Chhat Puja”. Since, morning all channels are ga ga about the ongoing counting for the post of President of United States. It was a long drawn out “Tamasha” and I am happy that finally it came to an end with election of first Afro-American democratic leader Mr. Barrak Obama. Now at least all the pro and opposite forces will settle down to do some more constructive work rather than making promises and building castles in the wind. As such I think democracy as suggested long time back by Mr. Churchill, is a system developed by fools for fools nevertheless we do not know a good alternate to this. We spend so much of time in criticisizing each other on both ideological as well as personal front. Even in countries like ours we go to such level which is not only undesirable but even in bad taste. But after reading the speech or Mr. McCain the defeated candidate of US election I feel relaxed and happy to note the thoughts of him. I believe whatever Mr. McCain told it is honest account of what he is feeling. If you wish to read his speech please follow the link.

http://elections.foxnews.com/2008/11/04/raw-data-text-john-mccains-concession-speech/

Now, come to the other “The Great Indian Tamasha” of Chhat Puja. An occasion used to be celebrated by people of Bihar for wellbeing of their family. The rituals slowly and slowly spread to other states with migration of skilled to unskilled labourers from Bihar. Now, one fine day an idiot called Raj Thakrey started his political career by opposing and thrashing Bihari migrants in Mumbai, Thane and some isolated pockets of Maharashtra. End result political polarization to garner vote for central election scheduled to be held in near future. A Political party in Delhi criticized the local government for failure to declare today as a Holiday and most pathetic the said local government allowing people to further pollute the Jamuna which is crying for some help to remain alive.

Will history ever forgive us for all these non-sense act of banality? Never!!! May god bless all of us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Will ever god forgive us.................

“Sometimes I wonder whether god will ever forgive us for what we have did to each other? But when I look around I feel God has left this place a long time back.....”

Remember these lines. These are from one of my all time favourite movie called as Blood Diamond. Every time I see it being aired on any channel, could not resist my temptation from watching the same again and again. A beautiful movie about human anguish,pain and greediness. Truly mesmerizing.

However, I always wonder why the God/nature has created different tribes of human being with different set of attributes and talents. Africa a land awash with natural resources but people are devoid of basic knowledge how to use it for benefit of their own people. So, result foreign mercenaries come in and they exploit the local people for their benefit and when they finally call it a day they leave behind two class of people one who is exploiting and the other who is getting exploited net result ethnic violence and genocide.

Is there an end to such episodes ? Or every time we will continue with this kind of mindless act of violence and will justify it in the name of religion,class,community,region etc etc. A faint answer to this question I found on rediff.com today. One of our fellow citizen from Muslim community had written a beautiful article about mis-interpretation of Quoran to justify terrorism. In reply to his article somebody in anonymity had written that it is not about interpretation of religious scriptures rather every act of vandalism is product of human greed for power. So, what if tomorrow the entire world will endorse Islam, then there will be war between Shias and Sunnis, Iraqis and Iranis and like wise. Means it is a vicious circle which will continue for ever. However, it will earn respect to some media hungry so called Human Right Activists, movie makers etc. and as an individual every time you walk into your house in the evening never forget to offer prayer to the almighty for blessing you one more day of life to survive with your near and dear ones and also to read a blog like this.