I was trying to do a SWOT analysis on myself. To all those who are new to SWOT is process of identifying (Strengths, Weakness, Opportunities & Threats). I am one of those people who can tell and find 1000 weakness in self but struggle to find a single quality that qualifies to be called as strength. After thinking for a very long time I actually realized the strength in my life is a living, breathing person. It is my mom she is the source of my existence itself. She has directly contributed to wherever I have reached so far and wherever I will go in my life all of the success is due to her as she made me competent enough to succeed in life. She fed me when I needed a feeding, she educated me when I needed education and she guided me when I needed guidance. She has provided and still gets me whatever I ask her. Even if I became her slave for next 1000 years I won’t be able to repay her debt.
My mom is my best friend and I never hesitated about talking to her on any matter and I still don’t. There is no topic that is a taboo in my household. I can discuss with her anything without fear. When I had my first crush I came and told her. I brought my first girl friend home and introduced her to my mom. My mom is the coolest and I have a many reasons to say so however today I will cite one of them. I was in my first year of graduation and even on public holidays our principal used to take special classes of Accountancy for everybody and attendance was compulsory and not an option. It was Oct 2, 2002 which is a holiday in India “Gandhi Jayanthi” Mahatma Gandhi’s birthday and few days before that I came to know that one of my friends had met with some accident and was in the hospital. I went to meet him on that day and did not attend this special class. Next day when I came to college during the Principal’s class I was thrown out of his class and asked to bring my mom to meet him so that I can enter again. He even called my mom’s office and asked her to come and meet him. I went and conveyed the same to mom and she said fine. This is what happened in the principal’s office he tells my mom “did you know that your son did not attend a special class two days back?” my mom said “yes, I know that and I also know where he was and she even told the reason as well” so the principal says “oh you did no” my mom says “my children do not hide anything with me” so he tells then “your son stands in the corridor and looks at girls” for that my mom says “looks at girls. If he does not look at girls at this age then you tell me can he do that when he comes to our age. Let him do what is right at this age.” For which my principal had no answer.
My mom came from an economically backward family due to their economic condition she could not study much but she made sure that we are well educated and competent enough to face the world. She did not know what pocket money was when she grew up but made sure that we were given pocket money to make us responsible for our money. I know for many it is the same case but I don’t know if I would be able to give even half the love, care or the things she has done for us. Thank you mom for making us what we are and who we are and thank you for everything you have done for us.
Well the title of my post is “We Men, Women” and all I wrote till now is about my mother. I know I test a reader’s patience to the brink however, I felt I need to tell something out before I begin on this topic still it will be worth so without a further ado.
I come from a land where 33% of the pantheon of gods is women, where we are taught in schools the sloka (verse) “Matru Devo Bhava; Pitru Devo Bhava; Acharya Devo Bhava; Atithi devo Bhava” which means “Honor your mother, father, preceptor and guest as a god”. It also indicates that give your salutations first to your mother as she is your first teacher, god. She is the one who shows you and introduces you to your father. Whoever you are from whichever corner of the world the first word which comes to your mind and your tongue is “Mom, Amma, Ma or any modifications of it” (however I may have somebody challenging that it is not true it is actually a four letter word which begins with “F” and my answer to that it is just because of the advent of English). Our manuscripts say that since god cannot be everywhere he made mother.
A pastor of a church got a call from somebody that in a nearby village a family had new born baby and they were going to abandon it because it was a girl. Being a man of god and responsible human he along with few people went to this village the very next day. They went to the house hold where the baby was born introduced themselves and said that they will take the baby since the family was not interested in raising it. The family members did not speak for a while then slowly the mother with a tear eye said you were a bit late and pointed to a medium sized vessel which was on some burning wood outside the house. The pastor along with the people who had come with him slid the lid of the vessel to see a half boiled baby. This is a true story which happened no so far from where I stay, this happed in a village near Karnataka & Tamilnadu border which is roughly around 25 – 30 kilometers from Bengalooru.
This is a true story that happened in Hitech Hospital, Udupi District in the state of Karnataka. The day was November 17, 2008. A baby’s crying was heard loudly from a ward in which 3 days back a lady had been admitted, who was due for delivery on any time that day. She did give birth to a healthy girl and she was shifted in to this ward on November 15, 2008. Since the door was closed the hospital staff thought the lady must be sleeping and the baby must have woken up and is crying for a nursing. After a while again the baby resumed the cry and did not stop for a long time. That is when the hospital staff entered the ward to find the ward empty and nobody was there in the ward nor had anybody seen the mother leaving the ward. They searched everywhere but their search was futile. The hospital staff tried to search her through the contact address she had given while being admitted and through phone numbers she had provided but all of them were fake. The mother had abandoned her three day old baby in the hospital and left.
These are only two of the thousands of incidents that happen here. We get to hear news like girl baby found in trash bin. Dog found chewing a baby’s leg etc. We Indians are a big bunch of hypocrites we revere a female god (Laksmi goddess of prosperity and good fortune and income, Saraswati goddess of education, talent and skills) but when the same female is born in our houses we jeer. India is one of the foremost runners along with China, Taiwan and Korea for Gendercide or Sex Selection or Female Infanticide. Owing to the laws put forth by the health ministry of India no doctor or a scan operator or technician can reveal the gender of the unborn child. However, in India what is banned is in demand more and more.
We men need women throughout our lives. She brings us to life in the form of a mother, while growing up we get her company in the form of a sister. She becomes our girl friend during our adolescence and as a wife till our old age. We want a female to decorate lives and warm our beds but when a baby is about to be born you try to select it to be male. I salute your audacity to do such heinous deeds openly. And such a society which encourages it by holding its silence is worse to live in.
We men are nothing without women actually because she is everything that we can never be. She is by far god’s greatest creation. Her emotional stability is far better than ours. She has a superior pain tolerance than ours. Survival among women with heart failure is better than for men with the disease. The reasons for this remain unclear. Everything around us is women, we call our country mother land, and earth is also a woman. She takes care of our kids, she takes care of us, she works whole day at home and sometimes in a job to support us and gives us company throughout. She is equivalent to a god as she becomes vessel and bears a child and creates life. She can easily live without us but we can never live without her. There is no MAN without WOMAN; MALE without FEMALE and MEN without WOMEN. A wise person once said our country would be truly developed when a woman can walk the streets alone without fear even at the stroke of midnight.
I am not saying that there are good men and bad women but they are just exception, few here and there but we cannot make exception the rule right. People who are reading this from international boundaries may think that this happens only in India then no you are wrong it happens also where you are there the only difference is the degree of the acts changes may be due to the cultural exposure and mindset of generation. It might be far better controlled due to the laws of your respective lands.
This article is dedicated to all the women right from eve till the last baby girl born when you finished this article. Thank you for being there supporting us throughout history and in to the despite of us men being ungrateful B’s and F’s. We can never imagine filling shoes of a woman as you are so perfect at it. God knew that he cannot be there at everyplace and every time that's why he created you.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Angels...
Everybody loves kids hmmm I might draw a few criticisms for saying that still our land runs on democracy and in democracy majority wins. So, everybody loves kids but to be blunt I did not. I found them filled with tantrums. They make a scene in public, create a big ruckus are messy all the time and a lot of other things which easily come to notice. It not that I completely disliked kids I liked them but only those who were silent and playful and not showing their cranky nature or tantrums.
But all this changed, it was October 27, 2008 and I held my niece for the first time in my arms. She was just few days old but the way she looked at me melt my heart. She could fit in to my forearm, so tender, so soft and yet so beautiful. That is when I understood what a father feels like when he sees his baby for the first time and holds it in his hands for the first time. I wanted to adopt a kid from before but always thought a bit grown up would be nice and easier to manage but this boosted my confidence to actually rethink my decision.
After this encounter no matter what and how much kids try to irritate me or bug me I still love it and enjoy it. They are so so sweet and cho cho cute. Everything they do makes them more adorable for me after which I decided to master the art of child photography. I am a novice still it doesn’t matter to me till I love my subject that is those cute babies. If I have to tell from a photographer’s point of view babies are the toughest to shoot, they are energetic and they do not stay still. In spite of that they give the best expressions as they do not fake a smile, or give artificial pose every emotion of theirs comes from their face which conveys thousand things during the time which they cannot speak.
We Indians have the second highest populations in the world that is almost 17% of the world population. In the time I typed these words almost 100 babies would have been born in India it might sound exaggerated but no it’s the fact. You might be wondering why I started with something personal matter of mine a fear that I overcame or life made me overcome to something else and now talking about something else..
Let me unfold the story
There lived a family husband, wife & a small baby. Husband was working in abroad where as his family was not with him but in his home country. This marriage was not so old but actually quite fresh as the baby was just a year and half old so probably almost three years old. A wild storm blows in to the life of this family. The husband leaves his wife and settles abroad. The wife and mother of baby are left to take care of the kid of 2 by years old by now. She manages but life is not as easy as it looks. She wants to make money quickly but the baby is a shackle which she feels holding her back. She conveys to her house maid that she wants to go abroad and work upon which the house maid asks “what will you do with the baby?” she replies saying I will give it to somebody who needs or I will put it for adoption.
The next day when maid goes to the house again for work, she sees the mother has packed her bags and tells the maid you take care of the kid. I am going abroad and she just walks out of the home handing over the kid to the maid. The maid who does house chores for a living has a baby (let me describe you the baby. She was like an angel very smart and very playful and one who would capture your attention in just a glance) she feels that she will give it somebody who needs it. So, she takes it to some big person in her locality and hands over the baby and tells them to take care of it for one day.
When she went to collect the baby next day she finds it the baby was sold to somebody for mere Rs. 20,000 i.e. almost $500. When they went to the person who bought it the answer they got was the baby is already sent to the Gulf Countries. Does it look a bollywood movie story but actually it happened in reality not just in a remote part of India. It happened in the IT city Bengalooru itself not in a remote area of Bengalooru but in Kormangala. This story was told to me by my friend who along with his family approached the person who had sold the baby for money and also to the person who bought it. How did he come to know about this matter? The maid of the story worked in their house too.
Now the question is who is to be blamed “the father”, “the mother”, “maid”, “person who sold it” or “the buyer”. Hmmm let me guess half of the people who are reading this post have already made up the mind that it is the “mother” who has to be blamed or the other half will be pointing at the “person who sold it”. I might be wrong in assuming and stereotyping your thoughts so I apologize for that. Actually everybody has played a pivotal role in this incident and everybody has to be blamed and if you take it to court of law everybody will be guilty under some section or the other. But, I am blaming them for forgetting humanity which is more than anything.
Millions of people live and are ready to die or already dead try to uphold the legacy of their religions but is it me or our mankind has seen very few people who uphold the religion of humanity. I am right in telling humanity as a religion as it is the first thing that we learn that we are humans aka homosapiens. I guess overtime we have forgotten it and probably that is the main reason we have so many problems of the world.
Now how can I prove that humanity could have saved the baby from being sold?
If the husband wanted discontinue with his marital life. He could have approached a court of law and ended it legally and paid an alimony to his wife and baby this was the least humanity he could have shown acknowledging to a fact that she has left the comfort of her home and family and come behind him leaving everything what was hers to a unknown family and became his wife, shared her life and herself with him and gave him a beautiful gift for a child. If he though not to approach a court of law than they could have had a mutual settlement. What stopped him? Was it the thought that he had to split his money with him or was it because he did not want to take a responsibility.
If the mother couldn’t have taken care of the baby alone then she should have put it up for adoption. I guess when she learnt of the fact that it will take a long time to do so she must have decided to walk off or seeing the face of the child might have made her remember the face of her ungrateful husband due to which she could not tolerate and might have left the baby. If she had just thought that I brought this baby to this world yes it is her who brought the baby to this world. She became a vessel of life and carried the fetus for 9 months and then brought it to life. She is responsible for it and that poor thing does not have anybody else to go to. If she had thought that I am responsible for somebody’s life and that somebody none other than my own baby a part of my body who cannot live off on its own then I should fend for it.
In Indian manuscripts one of the holiest books “Srimad Bhagvadgita” says a message the ‘doing injustice is a crime but much greater crime than that is tolerating injustice’. Yes the maid even though has not much part in this ordeal than the communicator between parties but yes if she had thought what is happening is not right then the thing would have stopped from happening. I am not saying that she did not do it but she acted a bit late. If she had thought to right people on right time then we could have averted this ordeal. If she had cared to update the authorities or took responsibility of handing over the baby to right people I would not have been writing this article.
The person who sold it is an opportunity seeker and he had an opportunity to make money and he did it without shame. Is money everything in this life and not that small life what you traded means nothing. Is it a commodity that can be sold over the counter? If he had also thought that where will this child go if I sell it? How will that baby end up in life? If he had even had slight thought on these matters he would have not sold it. But to my dismay money is the biggest god and it controls everybody. No matter how much we have it still it’s not enough.
Last but not the least the one who bought it, he is just an agent for somebody a puppet and somebody else pulls the strings and of all if he had thought no I will not buy this beautiful thing or even after buying it if he had just thought for a moment where will it end up in to or if I was also a helpless baby and somebody selling me or if somebody else sells my baby. I know it’s feeble to think it would have been stopped if this person would not have bought it. If not him somebody else would have eventually did so. Until there are sellers there will be buyers.
Now that the baby is sent to Dubai only her fate decides where she will end up or decision of the person who took her there. She might be adopted by some person if that happens then it ended good though it started badly but such miracles very rarely happen at least from where I see they seldom do. My hunch is she would be sold either to a rich sheik who will keep her in his harem raise her then when she comes off age she will make her his mistress or to a brothel where she will be raised and then when she is of age she would be sold to a highest bidder who is ready to pay highest amount just to deflower her. It can also happen she might be sold to the illegal camel racing events as a jockey for the camel. If mu hunches are wrong then I don’t mind it going wrong actually would be very happy but I can’t count on it going wrong also from what I have seen and heard. All I can do is pray for that angel.
In Indian manuscripts there is a verse which says “Dharmo rakshathi rakshitaha” dharma literally translates as that which upholds or supports, and is generally translated into English as law or also as one’s righteous duty or any self righteous path. The translation would be Dharma protects those who protect it. So if any one of the parties had thought of protecting ‘Manav Dharma” (Manav means human in Sanskrit) or anybody in this world thinks even for a second before acting out and sees the world from a humanity perspective then we would not have half of the problems of what we have now. I know I or even you cannot take responsibility of everything or everybody but if we take responsibility of one person each then I think we can change how things go around. Think about what I have said and do sleep over it. I know I have written long article thank you for your patience for reading it.
But all this changed, it was October 27, 2008 and I held my niece for the first time in my arms. She was just few days old but the way she looked at me melt my heart. She could fit in to my forearm, so tender, so soft and yet so beautiful. That is when I understood what a father feels like when he sees his baby for the first time and holds it in his hands for the first time. I wanted to adopt a kid from before but always thought a bit grown up would be nice and easier to manage but this boosted my confidence to actually rethink my decision.
After this encounter no matter what and how much kids try to irritate me or bug me I still love it and enjoy it. They are so so sweet and cho cho cute. Everything they do makes them more adorable for me after which I decided to master the art of child photography. I am a novice still it doesn’t matter to me till I love my subject that is those cute babies. If I have to tell from a photographer’s point of view babies are the toughest to shoot, they are energetic and they do not stay still. In spite of that they give the best expressions as they do not fake a smile, or give artificial pose every emotion of theirs comes from their face which conveys thousand things during the time which they cannot speak.
We Indians have the second highest populations in the world that is almost 17% of the world population. In the time I typed these words almost 100 babies would have been born in India it might sound exaggerated but no it’s the fact. You might be wondering why I started with something personal matter of mine a fear that I overcame or life made me overcome to something else and now talking about something else..
Let me unfold the story
There lived a family husband, wife & a small baby. Husband was working in abroad where as his family was not with him but in his home country. This marriage was not so old but actually quite fresh as the baby was just a year and half old so probably almost three years old. A wild storm blows in to the life of this family. The husband leaves his wife and settles abroad. The wife and mother of baby are left to take care of the kid of 2 by years old by now. She manages but life is not as easy as it looks. She wants to make money quickly but the baby is a shackle which she feels holding her back. She conveys to her house maid that she wants to go abroad and work upon which the house maid asks “what will you do with the baby?” she replies saying I will give it to somebody who needs or I will put it for adoption.
The next day when maid goes to the house again for work, she sees the mother has packed her bags and tells the maid you take care of the kid. I am going abroad and she just walks out of the home handing over the kid to the maid. The maid who does house chores for a living has a baby (let me describe you the baby. She was like an angel very smart and very playful and one who would capture your attention in just a glance) she feels that she will give it somebody who needs it. So, she takes it to some big person in her locality and hands over the baby and tells them to take care of it for one day.
When she went to collect the baby next day she finds it the baby was sold to somebody for mere Rs. 20,000 i.e. almost $500. When they went to the person who bought it the answer they got was the baby is already sent to the Gulf Countries. Does it look a bollywood movie story but actually it happened in reality not just in a remote part of India. It happened in the IT city Bengalooru itself not in a remote area of Bengalooru but in Kormangala. This story was told to me by my friend who along with his family approached the person who had sold the baby for money and also to the person who bought it. How did he come to know about this matter? The maid of the story worked in their house too.
Now the question is who is to be blamed “the father”, “the mother”, “maid”, “person who sold it” or “the buyer”. Hmmm let me guess half of the people who are reading this post have already made up the mind that it is the “mother” who has to be blamed or the other half will be pointing at the “person who sold it”. I might be wrong in assuming and stereotyping your thoughts so I apologize for that. Actually everybody has played a pivotal role in this incident and everybody has to be blamed and if you take it to court of law everybody will be guilty under some section or the other. But, I am blaming them for forgetting humanity which is more than anything.
Millions of people live and are ready to die or already dead try to uphold the legacy of their religions but is it me or our mankind has seen very few people who uphold the religion of humanity. I am right in telling humanity as a religion as it is the first thing that we learn that we are humans aka homosapiens. I guess overtime we have forgotten it and probably that is the main reason we have so many problems of the world.
Now how can I prove that humanity could have saved the baby from being sold?
If the husband wanted discontinue with his marital life. He could have approached a court of law and ended it legally and paid an alimony to his wife and baby this was the least humanity he could have shown acknowledging to a fact that she has left the comfort of her home and family and come behind him leaving everything what was hers to a unknown family and became his wife, shared her life and herself with him and gave him a beautiful gift for a child. If he though not to approach a court of law than they could have had a mutual settlement. What stopped him? Was it the thought that he had to split his money with him or was it because he did not want to take a responsibility.
If the mother couldn’t have taken care of the baby alone then she should have put it up for adoption. I guess when she learnt of the fact that it will take a long time to do so she must have decided to walk off or seeing the face of the child might have made her remember the face of her ungrateful husband due to which she could not tolerate and might have left the baby. If she had just thought that I brought this baby to this world yes it is her who brought the baby to this world. She became a vessel of life and carried the fetus for 9 months and then brought it to life. She is responsible for it and that poor thing does not have anybody else to go to. If she had thought that I am responsible for somebody’s life and that somebody none other than my own baby a part of my body who cannot live off on its own then I should fend for it.
In Indian manuscripts one of the holiest books “Srimad Bhagvadgita” says a message the ‘doing injustice is a crime but much greater crime than that is tolerating injustice’. Yes the maid even though has not much part in this ordeal than the communicator between parties but yes if she had thought what is happening is not right then the thing would have stopped from happening. I am not saying that she did not do it but she acted a bit late. If she had thought to right people on right time then we could have averted this ordeal. If she had cared to update the authorities or took responsibility of handing over the baby to right people I would not have been writing this article.
The person who sold it is an opportunity seeker and he had an opportunity to make money and he did it without shame. Is money everything in this life and not that small life what you traded means nothing. Is it a commodity that can be sold over the counter? If he had also thought that where will this child go if I sell it? How will that baby end up in life? If he had even had slight thought on these matters he would have not sold it. But to my dismay money is the biggest god and it controls everybody. No matter how much we have it still it’s not enough.
Last but not the least the one who bought it, he is just an agent for somebody a puppet and somebody else pulls the strings and of all if he had thought no I will not buy this beautiful thing or even after buying it if he had just thought for a moment where will it end up in to or if I was also a helpless baby and somebody selling me or if somebody else sells my baby. I know it’s feeble to think it would have been stopped if this person would not have bought it. If not him somebody else would have eventually did so. Until there are sellers there will be buyers.
Now that the baby is sent to Dubai only her fate decides where she will end up or decision of the person who took her there. She might be adopted by some person if that happens then it ended good though it started badly but such miracles very rarely happen at least from where I see they seldom do. My hunch is she would be sold either to a rich sheik who will keep her in his harem raise her then when she comes off age she will make her his mistress or to a brothel where she will be raised and then when she is of age she would be sold to a highest bidder who is ready to pay highest amount just to deflower her. It can also happen she might be sold to the illegal camel racing events as a jockey for the camel. If mu hunches are wrong then I don’t mind it going wrong actually would be very happy but I can’t count on it going wrong also from what I have seen and heard. All I can do is pray for that angel.
In Indian manuscripts there is a verse which says “Dharmo rakshathi rakshitaha” dharma literally translates as that which upholds or supports, and is generally translated into English as law or also as one’s righteous duty or any self righteous path. The translation would be Dharma protects those who protect it. So if any one of the parties had thought of protecting ‘Manav Dharma” (Manav means human in Sanskrit) or anybody in this world thinks even for a second before acting out and sees the world from a humanity perspective then we would not have half of the problems of what we have now. I know I or even you cannot take responsibility of everything or everybody but if we take responsibility of one person each then I think we can change how things go around. Think about what I have said and do sleep over it. I know I have written long article thank you for your patience for reading it.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Movie Week
This week 7.19 - 7.25 was indeed a movie week for me. I watched a lot of movies and it began from Monday
7.19
Transformers 2 : The Revenge of the Fallen ( I watched it for the second time this time with colleagues)
The Rundown
7.20
Walking Tall
7.21
Nuvvostanante Nenoddantana ( Telugu Movie - nice one)
Ghosts of Girlfriend's Past
7.22
Watchmen
7.23
Green Lantern : First Flight
7.24
I had to attend a marriage so did not watch any
7.25
Star Trek
Van Vilderman Freshman Year
The Haunting in Connecticut
I know its not too much but it can workout. I have to say people from this generation who did not follow Star Trek please read something over the net for Star Trek as you will have no clue what or where things are.
The Rundown is a slick action movie and Dwayne Johnson if gets right chances can become the next Action Superstar.
Next Week I will try to watch the new Harry Potter movie, DragonballZ Evolution, The haunting in Connecticut, Taxi Driver, Collateral Interview with a Vampire and some more.
7.19
Transformers 2 : The Revenge of the Fallen ( I watched it for the second time this time with colleagues)
The Rundown
7.20
Walking Tall
7.21
Nuvvostanante Nenoddantana ( Telugu Movie - nice one)
Ghosts of Girlfriend's Past
7.22
Watchmen
7.23
Green Lantern : First Flight
7.24
I had to attend a marriage so did not watch any
7.25
Star Trek
Van Vilderman Freshman Year
The Haunting in Connecticut
I know its not too much but it can workout. I have to say people from this generation who did not follow Star Trek please read something over the net for Star Trek as you will have no clue what or where things are.
The Rundown is a slick action movie and Dwayne Johnson if gets right chances can become the next Action Superstar.
Next Week I will try to watch the new Harry Potter movie, DragonballZ Evolution, The haunting in Connecticut, Taxi Driver, Collateral Interview with a Vampire and some more.
Unconditional Love....
It was Tuesday July 20, 2009. I had been to Strand Book Stall in my office Campus searching for a book by Charlaine Harris. I was waiting behind a person to get a chance to talk to the attendant. In the mean time my eyes rolled down on the new arrivals section and there it was lying amongst the stack of books with a red flower on the cover and a text which went “I too had a love story". I felt the title was really attractive and attention binder and then i noticed on the top section some excerpts of a review.
A review from none other than N.R. Narayana Murthy looking at which rushed a speedy thought in to my mind why would ‘NRN’ would write a review for a book which is a love story. I know I might be stereotyping ‘NRN’ but there is a reason for that. He is an intellectual and a visionary. He would spend his time doing better things than read somebody’s love story unless it was written by somebody within the company. My eyes raced down to find info on the author which said he was a software engineer in a prominent company. I need not be a Mensa certified genius to figure it out that he was from dear old Infy.
I started reading the book while travelling to office next day in the bus. The story seemed fine and excellent with a lot of emotions flowing. But the most startling point was it was similar to my life in many a ways that were unimaginable. Whenever he spoke [author – sheesh I forgot it is his true love story] it took me back in my time where I started to recall the same things I had done or enjoyed or experienced with my love. I the book today actually would have finished earlier but gave a long break and resumed it today and finished it.
I just want to say from what I read is an honest attempt to tell his love for her so that everybody understands love is beautiful. It is much more beautiful if you could find somebody who would love you equally or more than that. The book tells about small things in life which make a big differences and which I liked and explain if you continue to read further. I know the author for a fact added a bit more content or I may be wrong the truth lies with the author. All I can say is read it because you might be able to either feel it or relate to it. I want to thank the author – Ravinder Singh for sharing his life with me through that book and also NRN for reviewing it whose name made me think more about the book.
‘Khushi’ may you rest in peace…..
Now to resume with the ‘Unconditional Love’
By the time I finished the book I had cried many a times and yes sometimes recollecting my memories, sometimes remembering my pain and at times it was for all the happiness I had seen the same way the author did. After the book finished I realized from the moment I started reading the book I was in some kind of pain. I was feeling depressed, lonely and sad and above all scared. Now I realized what the pain is…
Love it is indeed my pain, my kryptonite, my Achilles Heel. The unconditional Love I have for her is my pain. My love story unlike the author’s started with a message on Friendship day which led to meeting of two strangers and without seeing each other. We fell in love I went through the same anxiety when I first went to see her just like the author went through. She was my angel, my life and my soul. I lived a life time with her the small things which she used to make me feel like making me eat on time, walking with me in the rain, talking to me till I slept off on the phone, combing my hair, winking at me when we were with friends, tickling me when I used to drive. Walking on the sea shore holding hands, watching sunset while her head rested on my shoulder and she telling me how much she loved me. She telling me that she wants to listen to my heartbeat every night while she slept. There are countless things, memories, places and events which are suffused in me.
The sad part is she is no longer with me. No she is not dead please she is healthy (touchwood) and may have a long life. I am neither a psychopath who is fixated with her. Our relationship ended few years back (I know the exact day and time and place and also the words spoken by me and her). She moved on in life where as I stood still. She told me move on, my mom told me move on and my friends told me move on.
I have one question to all the people who tell move on “Are your feelings, your memories, your part of life so cheap that you can replace it with somebody so easily?” “Is your heart/ life a public toilet that people can come in use it?” The feelings, the time I spent with her, in loving her, talking to her will always be there in me.
Love gives so much of joy also many wounds that are hard to count. She told me time will heal them. But we do not realize that time heals wounds but leaves scars for us to remember the wound forever. Whatever it is Love is the second most beautiful thing that happens in anybody’s life. Loving her was one thing that made me what I am today. I am not expecting her to comeback in to my life never will as you don’t get a second chance in life.
Love is like drawing some are good at it. Some really suck at it. I definitely suck real badly. My advice is Love at least once in your life it will show you what life is and how beautiful it is. I want to say more but it is better I cut here…
A review from none other than N.R. Narayana Murthy looking at which rushed a speedy thought in to my mind why would ‘NRN’ would write a review for a book which is a love story. I know I might be stereotyping ‘NRN’ but there is a reason for that. He is an intellectual and a visionary. He would spend his time doing better things than read somebody’s love story unless it was written by somebody within the company. My eyes raced down to find info on the author which said he was a software engineer in a prominent company. I need not be a Mensa certified genius to figure it out that he was from dear old Infy.
I started reading the book while travelling to office next day in the bus. The story seemed fine and excellent with a lot of emotions flowing. But the most startling point was it was similar to my life in many a ways that were unimaginable. Whenever he spoke [author – sheesh I forgot it is his true love story] it took me back in my time where I started to recall the same things I had done or enjoyed or experienced with my love. I the book today actually would have finished earlier but gave a long break and resumed it today and finished it.
I just want to say from what I read is an honest attempt to tell his love for her so that everybody understands love is beautiful. It is much more beautiful if you could find somebody who would love you equally or more than that. The book tells about small things in life which make a big differences and which I liked and explain if you continue to read further. I know the author for a fact added a bit more content or I may be wrong the truth lies with the author. All I can say is read it because you might be able to either feel it or relate to it. I want to thank the author – Ravinder Singh for sharing his life with me through that book and also NRN for reviewing it whose name made me think more about the book.
‘Khushi’ may you rest in peace…..
Now to resume with the ‘Unconditional Love’
By the time I finished the book I had cried many a times and yes sometimes recollecting my memories, sometimes remembering my pain and at times it was for all the happiness I had seen the same way the author did. After the book finished I realized from the moment I started reading the book I was in some kind of pain. I was feeling depressed, lonely and sad and above all scared. Now I realized what the pain is…
Love it is indeed my pain, my kryptonite, my Achilles Heel. The unconditional Love I have for her is my pain. My love story unlike the author’s started with a message on Friendship day which led to meeting of two strangers and without seeing each other. We fell in love I went through the same anxiety when I first went to see her just like the author went through. She was my angel, my life and my soul. I lived a life time with her the small things which she used to make me feel like making me eat on time, walking with me in the rain, talking to me till I slept off on the phone, combing my hair, winking at me when we were with friends, tickling me when I used to drive. Walking on the sea shore holding hands, watching sunset while her head rested on my shoulder and she telling me how much she loved me. She telling me that she wants to listen to my heartbeat every night while she slept. There are countless things, memories, places and events which are suffused in me.
The sad part is she is no longer with me. No she is not dead please she is healthy (touchwood) and may have a long life. I am neither a psychopath who is fixated with her. Our relationship ended few years back (I know the exact day and time and place and also the words spoken by me and her). She moved on in life where as I stood still. She told me move on, my mom told me move on and my friends told me move on.
I have one question to all the people who tell move on “Are your feelings, your memories, your part of life so cheap that you can replace it with somebody so easily?” “Is your heart/ life a public toilet that people can come in use it?” The feelings, the time I spent with her, in loving her, talking to her will always be there in me.
Love gives so much of joy also many wounds that are hard to count. She told me time will heal them. But we do not realize that time heals wounds but leaves scars for us to remember the wound forever. Whatever it is Love is the second most beautiful thing that happens in anybody’s life. Loving her was one thing that made me what I am today. I am not expecting her to comeback in to my life never will as you don’t get a second chance in life.
Love is like drawing some are good at it. Some really suck at it. I definitely suck real badly. My advice is Love at least once in your life it will show you what life is and how beautiful it is. I want to say more but it is better I cut here…
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