Wednesday, August 17, 2011

She is my Love

In the twilight of the evening, I was walking in the park, surrounding a small pond with trees on both sides of the way acting as roofs. Ah ! What a creation ? Hats of to the creator ! Everything appeared beautiful for that moment, be it small children playing hide and seek or bulky aunt's quick walk to regain her zero figure or the elderly people's loud chats and laughs. Come on, nothing unusual happened to me except that my girl, my love (one side love, my side only) was with me walking along my side which made my entire existence beautiful. Entire creation appeared nothing but just an extension of her mesmerizing beauty.

Every step was joy walking beside her. Though it was just any other day for her, but for me this day became etched in my memory forever for all the crazy feelings which I went through in those few minutes. As we walked beside each other, I kept on working how to reduce the distance between us while talking all those stupid things which otherwise I would never even listen too. With much persuasion I managed to brush my hand on hers (as though unknowingly) in a feathery touch. I am sure she would have not even sensed that touch but my senses woke up as though they were waiting from birth for this day. With no signs of opposition from her, I kept brushing her hand (though stronger this time) continuing my non-sense talk. Occasional side glances of her eyes sent shivers down my spine. The dance of her lips while executing the task of speech made me understand the choreographic element of the creator. Her chubby cheeks are still managing to reflect light in full blaze during this late evening hour when even sun is begging for its shine. All of a sudden planting those occasional smile on her face in between our talks became the sole goal of my life.

Borrowing some courage from somewhere, hesitantly I managed to grab her forearm (not palm) once in a while to sense if there is any disagreement shown from her. Those forearms were marble pillars that shone even in the dark and were softer than the butter. Generating a bit more courage I slowly approached down and held her palm. Still she showed no signs of any anger or frustration and continued singing the words and her lips still dancing to the tune of her voice and words. Finally when I could mange to touch her palm, Oh my God, really that's the ultimate felling I ever had in my life. The texture of her palms made me go crazy. The very feel of it transported me beyond this earth. We have crossed half the park and only still half is left is the bitterest thing to digest for me at that moment of time.

Yet the most unexpected thing that made my life worth living happened then, when she too held back my hand for fraction of a minute. Even though that did not last for a long time, those few moments of joy will transcend time and live for eternity. She intertwined her fingers with mine and that's it and I was ready to die that moment unconditionally. On that day, I felt I have fulfilled the purpose for which God has created this creation, this beautiful angel and of course me. Although her finger grasp got loosen in some time, I did not loosen the grip or leave her hand and I treasured her hand as the most precious thing known to me in this planet. Walking hand in hand with her made me realize what heaven would feel like and the kind  of bond that prevailed between Adam and Eve. The huge park suddenly appeared tiny and with her hand in my hand I felt that I could traverse those mighty Himalayas with ease. My craziest hope (against hope) was that those beautiful moments with my love should continue for eternity, I didn't know how, but felt it should continue.

Everything was beautiful and romantic when I was totally melting like ice, until I could hear my mother's stern voice, shouting at me "You useless fellow, its already 9 am, now get up and get ready for the office". It is only then I realized that everything was a dream and actually these things can happen with me only in dream (already I am 27 years old, you can understand my pain). Then I shook myself out from the dream and replied "Ya mom, let me wake up to reality".

It is a general saying that morning dreams actually materialize. So hoping against hope that these beautiful moments of my dream may turn real someday. If it happens then you all will be burdened with another blog post friends :-)

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Punjab Bale Bale over Mumbai

Nowadays the IPL matches has taken over my evening entertainment. My entire May evenings has gone with myself laying on the couch with a newspaper in my hand. Reading and watching going hand in hand. Yesterday was something special not for IPL but for me. I went through a rollacoster of emotions in a 3 hour game between Kings XI Punjab and Mumbai Indians.

Happy times for Kings XI Punjab
In a must win situation the King's XI Punjab had to take over mighty Mumbai Indians in a league match on 10/05/2011 at Mohali (home ground for Punjab). Somehow for unknown reasons I predicted a Punjab's win and updated the same on my twitter page. The moment I updated the comment on my page that "today Punjab is going to win over Mumbai Indians" the fortune of Punjab took a turn over. They were a below average team up till now with their performance and never even in my wild imaginations could I believe that they could beat the Mumbai Indians (MI)who are consistently performing, evident from their table  topper's title.

With a mediocre total of 160+ to get, MI started their innings with great confidence and with no clue whatsoever about the humiliation they are upto, they started playing. In the third over itself, the God of cricket, as called by his fans, Sachin fell to an excellent ball from Pravin Kumar. Then within no time MI were  three down for thirty in 6 overs. I became very excited and started jumping in joy. Thinking today, still I don't understand why did I support Punjab over Mumabai, as me being a Chennaite and love Chennai Super kings from the bottom of  my heart. As the match progressed, on one hand I kept on updating comments on my twitter about my anticipation of Punjab win and on the other hand the wickets kept tumbling like a pack of cards. Finally MI were bowled out for a mere 87 runs if I am not wrong.

Now the beauty is that my prediction that Punjab is going to win the match inspite of their poor show in this IPL,2011 negating the consistent MI team turned out to be true. I was elated more that my prediction had turned true than the huge win that Punjab had claimed over MI.

Whatever, now Gilchrist should acknowledge the fact that apart from their regular practices and strategies,my prediction and twittering too helped them to clinch those most important two points to stay alive in the tournament.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Sri Satya Sai Baba - A Beatiful Human Being

"Do not get attached to worldly things and pursuits.  Be in the world, but do not let the world be in you" is one of those thought provoking quotes which can neither be manufactured by mere mortals nor can be understood by them in its absolute context. This was a quote by an adoring master of our times none other than Sri Satya Sai Baba who has given us as many as 108 pearls of wisdom to dwell on.
Baba as young boy
   Born in an mediocre family on 1926 in a district called Puttaparthi in Andhra Pradesh (India), he became the source of light for many souls all over the world to take on their journey of self realisation. If sources are to be believed Baba was originally named Satyanarayana (if I am not wrong) who did not fit into the regular social norms even from his childhood. At the age of fourteen an incident occured that transformed him from a mere village boy to a source of adoration in no time. It is said that during that day, Baba was bit by a scorpian and as he was suffering in intolerable pain he started reciting hymns of vedas without any formal training at all in his lifetime so far. Immediately some realisation struck him and he claimed himself to be the reincarnation of Sri Shridi Sai Baba, another beautiful human being that walked this planet. Incidentally Shridi Sai Baba before his death (1918) mentioned that he would take birth after eight years in then Madras Presidency (now Andhra Pradesh). The same year (1926) was the birth year of Sri Satya Sai Baba. This mystery cannot be ever solved or understood by rationality. By then in very little time Baba became highly famous for his miracles of producing vibhuthi (divine ash), lingas etc from thin air. Already there were many followers who started considering him as a Godman. With time his follower's stream emerged into an ocean encompassing devotees from all over the world (130 coutries). This I should say was a spiritual revolution in its own ways. Later Baba turned out to be a remarkable social reformer and a genuine philanthropist who not only raised the standards of the small unknown village called Puttaparthi in Andhra Pradesh but also provided large needy people with sophisticated hospital facilities, hygenic food and even education of high standards for peanuts. My special adoration for his philanthropist face always grew with time and my sincere prayers are that those good works to be carried without any interruption even after this departure.
Sri Satya Sai Baba
Baba finally left his body on 24th April,2011. Businessman, politicians, hollywood-bollywood actor and actresses, sports persons were the guest in the huge stream of people that inundated Puttaparthi in last couple of days to pay last tribute to divine soul that showed the world how to lead the life in complete surrender to the lord. Prime Minster of India, Manmohan Singh, Sanchin Tendulkar along with his wife(doctor), Sunil Gavaska along with his wife, Sonia Gandhi etc were a few names of worth to be mentioned to give an idea that the devotees of Satya Sai were from all walks of life.

Though there were many unpleasant incidents (reported not proved though) throught his life as either being accused for his magical tricks of producing objects from thin air and cheating innocent people or cases of sexual harassment or the murder of five people right in his bedroom, his reputations never got tarnished with these so called unethical things. His devotees number grew even faster than the number of our countries' political parties. Whether to belive these or not I leave it upto the reader.

Satya Sai reincarnation of Shirdi Sai
Even if we assume those unacceptable incidents were true for sometime, still the extent of help that this Godman brought in reforming the small village and to those people overshadows those allegedly reported yet to be proved unethical stories. It is said that all he owned was an orange drape and a pair of chappals, such was his dignity and simplicity.

Baba has claimed that he would come back as Prema Sai. Should we all wait for him to come back again and show us the path of compassion and love all over once again? Why can't each one of us get into the shoes of Sri Satya Sai Baba and take an intiative to make an hunger free and a corruption free world? Never late than not. With his blessings let us strive to make this world a beautifull and a wonderfull place to live in.

"Your thoughts, words, and deeds will shape others and theirs will shape you" one more pearls of his wisdom.

My sincere condolences to his devotees all over the world and deeply indebted to extend my prayers of gratitude to this divine soul for showing us the way so far.

Saturday, April 23, 2011


"Whatever happens, it happens for a reason , sometimes known and many times unknown" is famous old saying. An incident occurred yesterday with me to turn this saying into a fact.

It was a working day for me unlike all others who were enjoying  their Ram Navami (Indian festival) at home. Now dont think this is what I am whining about with help of this proverb. It was late in the afternoon I received a call from one of my good friends (Naresh) asking me to get him the keys from his room mate as he had forgotten on his way back. Generally his voice is quite strong in the phone but for the first time it appeared shaky and stumbling.  Negating my initial hiccups I made it to his home as quickly as possible only to see him lying on the floor of his building semiconscious. I was taken aback. Now I immediately called for an auto through my office colleague and friend (Punit). When he arrived we both had to literally carry him to the auto and started towards a famous hospital nearby. Punit accompanied Naresh in the auto while I followed them in my bike. All along the road he was vomiting and was not even able to sit steadily. Special thanks to Punit for patiently taking care of Naresh on the way.
Once we reached the hospital, treatment started right away. Then we were relieved once we handed him over to the doctor. After that we completed all the formalities and filling those long questionnaires was similar to the horrifying experience of filling the application form for any Central Government jobs. Thanks to our patience. The real surprise was waiting to burst when suddenly we saw one of our colleague (Abhishek)  who came towards us in the hospital. We did not inform anyone about this incident and there were thousand questions running in our minds as we greeted him with a puzzled smile. Then I made a casual enquiry of his acquittance about the matter. The reply from him totally swept me off my feet and for the first time I could realise myself as a dancer amongst millions, in this cosmic stage with the almighty as the choreographer.

Abishek gave us the phone of Naresh and said that he had got this phone in an auto which he boarded about half an hour ago on his way to home. Incidentally that auto turned out to be the same one on which we drove Naresh to the hospital. Somehow due to his inconvenience, Naresh could not sense that his mobile was lost. Even it evaded Punit's attention who was attending Naresh with total care. The cosmic play turned out even more interesting when Abhished said that he spotted this phone in the auto, he could not locate whose phone it was. While checking the contacts list in the phone he came across an acquaintance in the A-list of the phone itself and without any hesitation and rightly so, called the person. From that person he came to know that the phone belonged to Naresh but still puzzled where Naresh possibly could be now. Then he called Naresh's room mate to whom we left only a little hint of Naresh being admitted in the hospital. It is then he came to know about the hospital. As told by my friend even the auto driver was not able to tell him the name of the hospital but could tell him the location by which he could locate us. Special thanks to Abhishek for his concern.

The whole play of things appeared to be well knitted in the hands of an expert who can do miracles on daily basis. Totally mesmerized did I stand there without knowing whether to believe what had happened or to probe it rationally. Though with our logical bent of mind we can ignore it as just a coincidence, we should ask ourselves whether everything that is happening in our lives and those of others are coincidences of this type ? If answer is on the affirmative then we should shamefully accept that we are all floating on the ocean of life even though all are aware that pearls of happiness and joy are found in depths. So to reach to depth we need courage or skill? I think both in right proportions at appropriate times. Go dive in and get those pearls of eternal bliss.

Now while I scripting this text Naresh is fine and has returned back to his normal life.

God Bless !

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Sparrows in Sorrows

Many beautiful  things around us are slowly disappearing without our knowledge. But due the the love affair the man has with the money, he hardly notices these mesmerising architecture of the creator around him thereby entirely making his stay on this Earth a forgettable and  painful one.

It all happened when a , few days back  I was updating  myself  with the daily affairs running through the newspaper, an heartening article did catch  my attention. Until then I did not realise how mean and worthless life are we human beings living on this uniquely gifted planet from the almighty. We hardly care about our fellow creatures who have come here to share space with us on the same Earth.

The article was about the reducing number of the Sparrow population which is on the verge of extinction. These sparrows which were once everywhere during my childhood can hardly be seen anymore today. And the ugliest thing with me was until  I read this article I could hardly realise  about  the demise of my fellow beings  which were disappearing from the scene, thanks to my selfish attitude. By reading that article, a  flood of memories inundated me  like how I used to feed these small beautiful birds every morning when I was a child and how I used to play with them eveyday. Their very presence brings harmony and peace to the space  where they are. Their quick reflexes are always a thing of admiration and beauty. They were both beautiful and intellingent birds.

The reason suggested in the article for their population being pushed to brink of extinction was the changes in the lifestyle of the people. These small birds feed on the tiny worms and insects, but today we use all kinds of sprays and insecticides in our homes , gardens and fields that we not only washed out  more than half of the insect population  but along with them the dependent sparrows also. So is our "Modernization and Globalization". Shame on ourselves. Once again, we  are continuously washin out a species  that was sent along with us to live on this planet, . The  microwaves from the mobile towers is sited as other important reason for their dissapearance. With time these mobile towers will be increasing amny folds thereby demolishing the entire sparrow kingdom.

In the name of  growth and developement we are ignorantly and ruthlesslessly killing every other living creatures on this planet. Growth at the  cost of other fellow beings cannot be considered to be growth. It is high time  we become conscious about creatures around us and become sensible for their unasked needs also. As the most evolved animal on this planet, human beings owes this to his fellow beings.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Masakali - I Love You

Masakali !  Masakali  !  

Without any guesses in this article I tried to pen down my touching experience with a masakali (pigeon) that came my waywithout invitation and left me without any permission.


That particular night was no special in the sense that I set out for a night walk after my dinner as always. The moment my lift door opened (I live in third floor) I happened to see this cute little pigeon just leaning on to the wall and looking at the passing people with fear. As a bird lover, I could not resist myself from stopping for a moment and admire the beauty of the bird and its God given elegance. At around 11pm, sight of a pigeon was quite unusual and even more intriguing was the fact that it was standing at one place without flying or moving whatsoever. Ignoring her for the moment, I continued with my walk.

When I returned home in about one hour of chilling out in fresh air after a hectic busy schedule in an air-conditioned jail (office), I could still see this cutie (pigeon) standing at the same place. But somehow I could sense a kind of anguish in those tiny little round eyes. I wish I could become a pigeon to ask what was that which was troubling her. Nevertheless, I decided to go down towards her and see what was wrong with her. As I approached her, she started running away from me in fear, a spontaneous emotion that God has sown in each of his child as an alarm  to escape from danger and she was expressing that fear with a divine touch.

Somehow I could catch hold of her only to have my heart shattering into pieces. Now I understood her anguish and pain which was evident in her eyes. At this moment I heart fully thanked God for giving me a benediction of speech so that I can express my pain and shout for help. Unfortunately she could not do it. She was so uncomfortable and struggling even to walk because she was severely wounded at her back in between her wings. Probably that is the reason she could not open her wings and fly into the open sky.

Immediately, the first thing I did was I carried her with me to my home and treated the wound with some homemade remedy of turmeric-coconut oil paste which is very effective traditional (Indian tradition) way of curing those bruises and cuts. The I tried to feed her with some grains but with vain. I even kept some water, but she somehow did not feel comfortable in a new place or in a pair of new hands. I left her alone in my balcony in fresh air with some grains and water beside her.

Next day morning when I got up, the first thing I did was to check with her. To my surprise all the grains have been eaten up and she was standing fresh and energetic there. Still considering the deep wound I thought that it might take at least a couple of days for her to fly. I went inside my home to fetch some more grains to feed her. Still she was afraid of me and was running away from me when I tried to refill her breakfast plate.

As I was trying to asses her condition, suddenly to my utter surprise she saw me compassionately for few seconds or at least I felt so, then she slowly leaped onto the parapet wall of the balcony and zoom she flew high in the sky. I was taken aback and stood there spellbound admiring her flight in the air. From the depth of my heart I thanked God for providing me an opportunity to serve one of his children who was in distress. Suddenly I sensed some hollow created due to her departure in my life and wondering who would replace that now. Then I had to console myself with no other option left.

Though our relationship lasted only for a night, but the residue of that incident will remain forever with me. A peculiar sense of the satisfaction prevailed with me for whole of the following day. May I call this love ?

I hope someday in future we meet again my cute little friend !

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

An Unique Page from my Travel Log

One more day of mine has passed in trying to tame the hunger demon by earning our daily bread ofcourse not without sufficient fun though.

There is a saying that this entire life of ours is a journey. Whether we make a heaven out of this unique journey or a hell out of it, due to our sheer ignorance is all the choice we are left with. On that account these few peculiar moments of mine (about to describe) are those that I stole from the eternal cosmos and hid with me forever.

Being a traveller by inborn nature, fortunately I am placed in a job that demanded frequent visit to new places (inside and outside my country (India)) as a part of my profile. Out of countless situations during my travel around the world, which are unique by themselves I will describe one such encounter that I had enjoyed the most and will cherish throughout my lifetime.

Bird's eye view of Timor Leste
 When I was in Timore Leste (island near Australia), I was awe struck by the beauty of the place. Unfortunately nowadays beauty of the country is measured by the tall buildings, long flyovers and wide roads. I kindly request you all to drop those distorted perceptions of the word beauty when reading this blog topic. The island was a very small one, almost it takes only 3 to 5 hours to go around the entire island in a car. But the pristine beauty of the nature is intact even today, with one side bounded by the sea (timor sea) while on the other side stood the tall mountains with lush green cover. Nothing less to be called as a "Heaven on Earth". After living my entire life amidst pollution and  crowds, my stay there was totally refreshing. My entire spirit woke up from a very long sleep of years together.

Unsung Style Icons
Everyday I used to walk along the beach early in the morning listening to the waves and talking to the cool breeze. One such morning I came across a few children who were inquisitively following me as I was clicking snaps of the early morning scenery (Of course I am a shutter bug also). Somehow I fell in love with the innocence evoked by those children. Then I spoke to them but they could not understand English and obviously I could not understand their local language. First time ever for me, it so happened that the language had lost its significance in communication. Their eyes were speaking, their smiles were aloud and their hands and legs assertive, amidst this all their words hid without compromising to convey their message to me. That morning was one of those very unique mornings for which I thank the almighty for giving me opportunity to interact with those innocent souls which inturn helped me to invoke my long forgotten innocence effortlessly.

The boys shown in the photographs are the ones I was talking and admiring about. Seeming stylish, aren't they? Their very hairstyle tells you their personality rather the environment in which they grow and live. But the ugly part of their lives is that the political situation is very volatile there. My sincere prayers to the almighty that let the life of those people also be as beautiful as their innocence and  let peace privail throughout their land.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Speed thrills but kills- Beware

First of all I wish a very "Happy Holi" to all my fellow bloggers and readers

Touch and go situations happens with us many times in our lives. But in this anxiety filled racing world we fail to look back at those unique moments and contemplate on them to gain insights into the realm of hidden world of possibilities and probabilities. One such thing happened with me today which prompted me to record that moment of fear painted with surprise in my blog and share here with you all, just to create awareness that each and every situation arises in this cosmos not by accident, but appears as a well planned thought out process.

It all started like this,as always, I was racing in my Cheetah (Pulsar 180 bike) on the highway at about 90kmph. On any other day I would have been a bit on the slower side (not <75 kmph though), but this being sunday and in addition Holi (Indian festival of colors), the highway (Mumbai-Pune) wore a deserted look and my cheetah just unleashed in its full potential and drove the entire stretch in style. It was late in the evening (around 7.00 pm IST) and the cool breeze was brushing my skin and my entrire body cells instantly woke up and started dancing to its rhythm. 

Everything was fine until I saw a middle aged person who was standing at the side of the road with his hand stretched out for help. I mean he wanted lift, so he was trying to catch the attention of the speeding vehicle drivers and latch on to their vehicle. When I approached close to him he did the same thing with me too, but somehow I felt that his gesture to me was a bit on the harsher side. So reluctance crept into my mind, this few seconds of reluctance was enough to cross him in a flash and I was way ahead of him due to my already zooming speed (90kmph). Instantly, seconds later I could sense that the car (White Mauriti Swift) in front of me slowed down suddenly and almost came to a halt. That gave me smells of something unusual happening in the vicinity. I slowed down a little bit (still at 70kmph) to be cautious. Suddenly at this juncture that disaster thing happened.

As I was behind the car I could not know the reason for the sudden stoppage of the car. Without having a hint of the danger lying ahead, I just overtook the car from the left side (in India overtaking should be done from right side). Buuzzz.....! came the monster shouting with its cheeky tone from nowhere and was right in front of my bike. A old rabid dog which was the reason behind the stoppage of the car, was trying to escape from the car and in process of saving its life it started running in all directions out of fear. Without realising the danger ahead, I overtook the car and was about to hit that stray dog in that speed. Only God knows what could have happened to both of us (me and the dog) if I am to hit him? Fortunately I could pull my brakes exactly at the right time and I could just stop my cheetah (pet name for my bike) in time by brushing his tail. Thank God, you saved both of us today was my immediate response !

After a few minutes when my heartbeat resumed to its normal rate, I just contemplated on this incident. A myriad of question struck me from all around. If at all I would have stopped to pick that man who asked me for lift then I would have avoided this mishap. Is it my fault that I did not help that middle aged man with lift that I was punished ? How should I thank the almighty who helped me in escaping from the jaws of death?

As per my understanding, I see a well knit cloth of events that happened one after the other. My taking from this is that never ignore anything or anyone for whatever reason, you never know what is the consequence you will have to face by not responding to God's messengers.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Once More but Never Again

On any single day we come across manys such words which we never heard before, in newspapers or in conversations etc. If it is not of significance to us then we just try to fakely laugh our way through the situations to avoid any humiliation. I also was one among those herd of black sheeps who does not care much about that nuances of life until a realisation struck me that how long can I fool around like this. May be with my intelligence I can fool my fellow being beyond doubt but definitely not myself.

"Euthanasia" is one such word whose sound had hit my ear drums first time ever around four years ago. To make things worse I was given these group of alphabets "Euthanasia" as the topic of the on spot oral competition. Oral skills are probably one thing that I am good at, atleast I fell so. On that particular day, confidentally I was looking at the crowd to shower them with my word play until I heard the sound of this word. Once I heard my topic "Euthanasia", I stood spellbound. Now what the hell is this ? was the question running all over my mind. But as a testimony of my pressure absorbing skills, I threw a joke at the crowd in anticipation of getting any clue. The wit being ' who better can speak about "Euthanasia" (youth n asia,that was the hidden meaning of the comment) than me as an Indian Youth, but equally I am competent enough to speak about Euthanurope and Euthanfrica' also. Unfortunately people could laugh at my wit but cannot provide me any further clue. I laughed to myself sarcastically, and told myself that now is the time to divert the public and sneak through without anybody's notice. I then cunningly hide my ignorance about the topic and asked people think about the more burning topic which can be solved only by the youth of India. Suddenly unexpected blow hit the crowd and patriotism filled the hall. Before the crowd came to their normal senses I spoke my way through the burning topic of the world and need of the hour (it is true though). Not only did I receive heavy applause but I went on to clinch (cunningly though) the  'Best Orator' title for that year.

The beauty is that even till yesterday I did not know the meaning of the word, rather I did not attempt to know the meaning of "Euthanasia". After many days I came across this word in the newspaper yesterday and the entire memories of the the Oral competition flooded me with joy and filled me with shame. But what was  even more humiliating was that I still did not make an attempt to know the word. I stood where I was around four years ago. I am happy that atleast now I had an oppurtunity of knowing the meaning and this time around I did not want to mess around. But even an bigger bigger blow struck me when I actually understood the word. It was completely unexpected from my side to know the exact pain the word carried with it. Making things even painfull for me when I came across the case of Aruna Shanbaug who is coma for  37 years and for whom a petition was filed in the court for mercy killing. It is from this news I was given one more oppurtunity to understand "Euthanasia" and this time around I grasped it with both hands. Should I thank Aruna for washing away my historical ignorance or should I worry for her sorry state ? May be both.

Aruna, I dont know whether you understand or not, but my sincere thanks to you from the depth of my heart. We can sleep for at the most 10 hrs in a stretch, but God has given you a prolonged sleep of thirty seven years, may be he is preparing you for something else. Prayers of all of us are with u......!

As you helped me to understand the word "Euthanasia" I have a similar belief that you will help me in understanding the word "MIRACLE" from your recovery of long sleep and deep silence.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Turning Aquatic from Terrestrial

After sitting in the office for full 8 hours, I was definitely not in a very good mindset when leaving to guest house (was away from India) in the evening. Life has hit its routine and became monotonous and desperately in search of adventure and enthusiasm.

Once I reached my hotel room, this time around I had an oppurtunity to open myself up to a never before challenge. Though there was a swimming pool in the hotel, but I hardly took notice of it. Today I decided to plunge into the pool and move my hand and legs as fast as I can (I dont know to swim).

Dare if u can....
The first time I removed all my clothes left with only vest and brief, standing in a place outside India (my motherland) that too outside my bathroom infron of the pool. Overcoming my intial hesitation I slowly slipped myself into the pool from one of its corners. Its was amazing that once I was in touch with the water, all my hesitation got washed away and I started to play in the water exactly as a child used to play in his bathroom tub. Almost I stayed in the water for two full hours an taking tips from my co swimmers I could learn the tricks of staying afloat in the water. My progress card for the first ever class in swimming of my life has to be filled, I guess it should be topmost grade. As a quick learner of things I like the most, swimming was one of them and yesterday became the testimony of my quick learning skills.
Swimming was really a throughly enjoying session and will hope to learn it quickly when the time is ripe.

Warning: All international swimmers watch out... an Indian tiger started finding its touch in water toooooooo