The realisation of my hidden powers

Have you ever felt like so proud of yourself, like "I am important" . In my case i never give my self so much importance that.. you know that 'my existance' is so important kind of attitude. But something happened last week made me feel so so important, valuable and worthy. Though this thing had happened before, i mean , from our childhood days, during rakhsha bandhan i tie "resham knots" in brothers wrist and he would bend and touch feets and take ashirwad. So it was no new thing.. until last week. A normal day it was, and i was busy in the kitchen doing my daily chores when my devar Mohit Lunia came in the kitchen and touched my mother in laws feet and she blessed her all the very best for the exam he was going for that day. And then he proceeded to touch my feet, as usual i said "lets just shake hands bhaiya, and best of luck bhaiya" but he didn't listen and touched my feet (this had happened before , whenever he goes for exam he does that, but today was different).
Every other days he would do 'pranam' and i would just say 'khush rahiye bhaiya, and best of luck', and even that day after his pranam i said "khush rahiye and best of luck" but the only difference was i when he bent, i hold my hands on his back and said these words, while saying it, i actually felt, how it feels to bless some one. I meant each and every word i uttered. I felt like god, like i am blessing him" khush rahiye" and so he ll be happy forever. I felt like by holding my hands on his back i am passing "happiness and blessings" through the veins of my palms into him , i felt proud , not because he did 'pranam' to me but because my blessings matters.
All the times we just say "best of luck" but this day i really really wanted luck favours him the bestest possible. I always had this thing about doing pranams, i love to gain ashirwad from elders but that day i received a new feeling, new gift , "the joy of giving"-happiness, the joy of blessing someone to stay happy in there life no matter what. Have you ever did it? Please do it, bless someone from bottom of your heart nothing will give you more pleasure . You must have blessed your younger sister or brother or cousin but this time while doing it, hold your hands on thier back and bless from bottom of heart, feel the importance of yourself in thier lives and also how much there happiness means to you. I heard this sentence many times" KHUSI BAATNE SE BADHTI HAI", but this made sense to me that day.Thank you so much Mohit bhaiya for making me realise the hidden power i had of "blessing". I don't know my blessings works or not but from that day it has been always so pure and from bottom of my heart.

MY ENCOUNTERS WITH SOCIAL NETWORK

I became a techno freak soon after the day in early summer of 2007 when bsnl sent me a message "enjoy 200 mb free gprs" to activate sms  GPRS250 to 52525".  I was so excited and happy to know that free internet gprs for month. So i sent the sms and after checking my balance i came to know that GPRS250 means you are damn paying 250 from your balance to acitivate the pack of 200 mb?? i was shocked, i mean 250 rupees does mean a lot of balance and hello i am talking about some 7 years back, jab half of the nation doesnt even knew what is GPRS! it was really a big hole in my pocket, and chalo jab activate ho hi gaya hai, then we have to use it. To explore the fantacy world of GPRS the first thing you could do with a gprs enabled mobile phone in 2007 is go to "ORKUT".

Orkut was the most happening thing that time, people used to go internet cafes to check out orkut and you had some 400 friends and you barely knew 50 of them! The fight was who had more scraps in their scrapbooks! If you had more then 1000 scraps then you are considered "something". Meanwhile many social sites such as BIGADDA, IBIBO, MYSPACE did called my attention but not for long. Orkut became the coolest thing, when you have to show off, the statement "ARE YOU IN ORKUT?" was enough, and then all you have to say is "oh gosh! don tell me you don't know about orkut!", "are you serious? you never heard orkut?" and like viruses the orkut profiles started dividing itself and soon the whole world was in orkut,  Then we started reading articles about FACEBOOK VS MYSPACE. It was all over the gizmo world, Facebook or Myspace was the future. And i thought o really? I typed WWW.FACEBOOK.COM in the internet explorer "about:blank" place( these days people forgotten that there was something called internet explorer, everyone loves google chrome) and there was this page asking me to sign in if i am and existing user or to create an account because its FREE. I filled all the requirements they asked me to but with a wrong date of birth (ofcourse). They asked me if i am sure that my age is above 18 i said yes and enter, they say welcome to facebook , edit you profile, about me: now this is really irritating, about me?? come on every person on earth thinks he/she is right and good and intelligent and smart, and you are asking me to write about me?? and then i did what 99.99 % people do while creating or filling their "about me" section .GOOGLE. Yes.. and after surfing through few interesting  “about meeess” though cool but i chose to leave the ‘about me’ section blank.This time i was serious about adding friends, i did added but only people i knew, i had a profile picture of a celebrity like everyone used to, because people thought if you put your original pic some con may download your pic and use somewhere. Very soon people started adding original pics in their profile pictures and that gave me courage to add mines to.. Now the search starts for your best picture to date. See, you have to be very concious about profile pic, because only your friends can see your ‘albums’ but everyone can see the profile pic, and after some good scan of all your pics you definatly find that ‘one’ pic perfect to become the’ facebook profile picture’ . And the best part , after uploading your pic for the first time you start checking your facebook profile 6 to 10 times a day to see any new comment or like to your pic! And things like poking, farmville, tagging, keeps you entertained in this facinating world of facebook, one day you find that one friend you lost in touch.. years back.. i was shocked that this social networking thing can literally make you cry out of joy, it has the capability to keep you in touch with people you almost forgot they existed and who were most important people of your life at some point of time. Janani, my best friend from school days.. we used to barely talk on phones, infact only on our birthdays!! Facebook gave me not only janani but many other friends whom i just forgotten! Today FB has become part of our lives, don’t you think so? I mean you share your happiest and saddest moment with FB, now we express ourselves so much than we ever did! From chatting to online friends, to poking your friend , or checking out pictures of your school friends and thinking "gosh, they have changed so much", or tagging all your friends to a stupid picture and ofcourse updating your status!! I reall really am very thankful to FACEBOOK. THANKS.

SPREAD THE SMILE :)

               Sometimes small things in life teach you big lessons!! Let me tell you a small incident which happened 4 months back. Our landlords's mother, we call her "paatti"( that's grand ma in tamil ), is 94 years old and very sweet! She passes most of her time by sitting in the balcony and watching people moving ahead in everyday life. So..Papa, while coming back from morning walks,  used to stop by and have chit - chat with her like 'how are you", " finshed break fast?"," what did the doctor said"  to chats about neighbours, his sons, health, weather and she tells how much she misses her great grand childrens, and papa used to listen all that patiently, after some 5 to 7 minutes chat he used to come back. Recently, she was not in very pink of health. She has been admitted to hospital for several reasons, she couldn't see properly, her kidneys weren't functioning well, blood pressure was an issue and many other things. She was hospitalized for a week and then came back home. I went to see her, she was lying there, so fragile, thin, bottle of glucose hanging above her head, two syringes pierced on her hands, eyes closed, hairs undone, cheeks (literally no cheeks at all) have all vanished, she looked like just a skeleton wrapped up by piece of skin! She was sleeping, so i didn't wanted to disturb her. Her grand daughter said its because of the medicines she is taking and i can wake her up. I didn't dared to wake her. But her grand daughter did.
" See amma who has come to see you"
"Amma"
Very slowly she opened her eyes, i was not expecting her to recognize me, because after marriage i haven't seen her for almost a year and now at this condition it was least expected that she will recognize me.
"See, Pritika is here"
"Who" she mummbled.
"Pritika, Binod Anna's daughter"
"Oh" she tried to open her eyes wider,but failed.
"How are you, paatti?"
"Fine" she was not in a very concious state of mind, her eyelids were dropping down again and again.
"Your father is a great man, he is very good"
"Yeah" i didn't knew what to answer, why is she suddenly talking about papa?
Her eyes closed again, and opened after few seconds, she kept repeating the sentence
"Your father is very good, he is very good man" and repeated again and then again.
"Lets go, she needs rest"
"Yeah sure, akka"
I touched her feet and came out of the dark room. This wasn't the paatti i saw last time, she was so active at this age, always smiling and spreading the smile, but now she was so ill. One thing which made me write this post is, even at such a stage of her life, she remembers papa, in fact not only remember, she kept repeating. Papa havn't paid her money to do that, neither he had asked her to d it, it was natural. All papa gave her is some "time" and "smile", which no money could buy! I was bound to think, how an act of goodness, an act of showing that "YOU CARE" could matter so much in some one's life! After four months, she is much better now, papa still stand by to have a small chat with paatti , everyday he successfully brings smile on her face and she gracefully accepts and bless my father as her own son :)

GIRL DISPLAY CEREMONY

"I understand she is just 21, but you know, you will never get a good 'rishta' like this,ever!"
"Riya is so young, still in college and she would give CAT this year".
"Look, Mrs. Sharma fortune knocks the door once, ONLY ONCE, you better grab it!".
"No.. i mean, how would she handle all the responsibilities at this tender age?".
"Oh come on, don't tell me.. okey.. I was only 18 when got tied up and our Riya is so smart, educated. Listen to this advice and make her join 'SUNITA SHAW'S COOKERY CLASS' ".
"Still, i think.."
"Didn't you heard about Mrs. Jhunjhunwala's daughter?? ah.. poor girl.. she was ambitious and wanted to do CA! she did cracked CA after several attempts but she is 28 now..and her parents dying every day to see thier daughter in bride's dress! now do you want the same for Ri..".
"No, no, no, never"
"So..?"
"Yeah, i would have a talk wih Mr.Sharma and callback".


That was the conversation between my mom and Radhika Aunty a month ago. I'm Riya, final year student of B.Com. Radhika aunty persuaded mom for the "GIRL DISPLAY CEREMONY". Mom said all the emotional things she could possibly say and i had no other option but to agree to be the center of attraction of the ceremony!What? i could have said no? Alright, what if your mom says you 17 such incidents where girl stayed unmarried because of studies and she keep saying her wish to see me in the "dulhan" avtar!! what if your grandpa comes and say he is too old now and can die any moment make his last wish true before he sets away for heaven's trip! And your frinds, yes how can i forget them!! They make you dream about your 'sapno ke rajkumar' and tell how exciting is romance, new clothes, love and sex! i mean, its hard to say no when somewhere inside, even you want to feel, how it feels to be in love!


'Should i ask mom about name of this guy','nahi nahi, wo kya sochengi','might be if i sit near her..she would'.. 
"Riya beta, ek pen paper leke aa.. jaldi"
"Huh??"
"Make it fast.. table se pen kaha chala jata hai pata nahi!"
"Bolo" pen was in my hand, eyes on the telephone, heart pounding!!
"Ha..write.. Navin Ahuja, 22 September 1984, gurgaon, haanji.. okey.. arre you didn't said the time of birth?"
"4.56 pm? okey, thank you"
She snapped the phone down,her face lit up, all she needed now is a PANDIT to say "chattis ke chattis gun milte hai" and she would be the happiest person!
"What is this mom? Don't they know to mail a bio data??"
"Of course they know beta, and they will send it tomorrow, i just thought pandit ji is coming today so name, place and time of birth will say everything!"
"Mom, you are impossible"
I shifted my eyes towards the piece of paper, had a glance again, and suddenly a bright bulb was above my head. Idea.
"I have assignment to finish am going ma"
I had no assignment to do. The idea was FACEBOOK! Yes, i have the name, i can search him in facebook now. Very soon i was logging in my facebook account.
'Okey.. so here is the search option.. here i enter his name'
'NAVIN AHUJA' loading.. 'NAVIN AND RIYA' not bad. 
WTF? 14 Navin Ahuja? How do i know which one is he? Okey lets enter the city also. 14 Ahujas can't belong to one city. 'NAVIN AHUJA DELHI' Loading.. Huh? 3 of them. Lets see. One with no picture, one is a guy with a girl.. oh.. his relationship status is married. That means its the last one. SHIT. Next week is Christmas. So Mr.Smart has a Santa picture on his profile and everything locked to be viewed by his friends only.. That was enough! I shut down the computer without even logging off my account even after knowing my sis can switch on the computer and nothing can make her happier  than snuffing into my facebook account. After a while i logged in again to make sure to logg off! Sisters! You can't take risks you know.


The next day was sunday and i couldn't sleep last night thinking about Mr.Ahuja! And was a sunday so i can sleep late, it was on 7.15 when my head was hammered by a long shout "RRRRIIIIIIYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
"rrriiiyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaa" ab kya hai yaar.
With half opened eyes "What?"
"Beta, Radhika Aunty ka phone aya tha, they have sent the mail with pictures"
"So?"
"So? beta switch on your computer and show us the picture"
"Mom, Shweta(my sis) is wide awake, you could have said her to.."
"Beta, aren't you excited to see his picture"
"No.. i have no interest" my nature is like that i don't mean evertyhing i say!
"Oh come on now you are here.. open it na"
I don't remember when was the last time when i was so so excited! My thumb pushed the UPS button, followed by beep sound, CPU was on! it says "WINDOWS LOADING".. itta time loading mein?? this is the reason why science can't progress, we need to sit and look at the doors because "WINDOWS LOADING"!
Finally windows loaded. Alright. Right click. Refresh. Connect to internet icon. Hit it. Connecting.. Connecting.. After 40 secs.. Connecting.. WTF?? Cancel. Connect again. Connecting.. 1 min 38 secs passed. still. Connecting.. Everyday it connects in max 23 secs but today! I wanted to throw the windows out of my windows. But then. CONNECTED. Clicked Google Chrome. Gmail.com. Enter. Id and password. ah.. Finally.. One new mail. CLICKED. loading.. There he is.
'Sharp nose, deep brown eyes, wheatish complexion, tall, hmmm.. not bad.. good infact great, i bet none of my friends can get a better looking guy as thier life partner, i was happy'
"He is so good, my Riya and he would make a beautiful pair. They are made for each other couple" mom said and papa agreed.
I didn't say anything because if i still show no interest and they think of cancelling the girl display ceremony! Couldn't take the risk. The best thing to do was keeping shut and showing no expressions at all.
Since the day i seen his picture, it became impossible for me to concentrate on studies, i started waching more romantic movies, listening more romantic songs, smiling for no reason, watching couples sitting hand in hands, everything looked pleasant to me. The day meeting day was decided, next Tuesday. I wanted to go shopping and buy dresses, nail colors, clutches, rings.. Everything which would make me look better. The grand day was approaching. And finally the day came.


"Utho beta.. you are late"
"oh shit" ah.. i knew it, will it be exam, birthday or a special occasion like this i am always late, because of excitement ( or fear) i couldn't sleep till late and so.. always late latif on a special day. But now, hmmm, finally, a beautiful morning, i was thinking, might be tomorrow morning a message beep of Naveen will wake me up saying "good morning dear" . Oh boy, i dream too much. Everything was decided, clothes, accesories, sandals, even the lip gloss. Bottle green complements my looks, so i was in a beautiful bottle green dress, specially brought for todays "girl display ceremony". 
"You look beautiful, Riya"
"Thanks mom" i wish he feels the same.
"Okey, mandir me matha tek lo, fir chalte hai".
"Ah.. yes" how can i forgot god, whom i begged for a life partner every time i seen a couple romancing.




We reached first, ceremony was in the "BIRLA MANDIR". I was little nervous. Honestly, very nervous. Till we reached the BIRLA MANDIR i kept checking myself in the mirror of the car. And after reaching i was like , my lip gloss must have gone till now, it was so hot out there, my make up must be fainted.Oh damn, my hairs.. STOP IT, RIYA, i told myself. You are over reacting. Its good if your make up is all gone, you would be more natural and someday somebody said, you look best with no make up, natural. Alright, i was back to my senses. Somebody said from the family "They have arrived" with a big smile on face.
Even i smiled big, but nobody knew it. There he is, i didn't wanted to, neither i care to watch anyone else but him. There he was, some 6 meters away from me. And here starts "me display ceremony" . I bent and touched feet of uncle, aunty, and all the accompanied family members, said "hi" to his younger sister. While her mother was testing me by asking typical questions about studies and interests. I noticed Navin's eyes were continuously shifting to me from my father and uncle. That was a very positive sign, i guess. After the rapid fire round they said us to take a walk and see how good is this famous temple. 
neither of us spoke for first 44 seconds, i was determined not to talk first, or actually i didn't knew what to talk.
"Hi" he said first (yipee, i won).
"Hi"
"I'm Navin"
"Riya"
"Nice name"
"Thanks"
"You are studing now, right?" (haven't you read my bio data)
"Ah.. yes, final year"
"Good, so how is it going" (just planning to get university first)
"All fine, what are your hobbies?"
"Me, i like basket ball a lot, even played in district level, and i like good music, hanging out with friends, paintings.. kind of artistic person" 
"Oh.. thats great, even i like paintings.. who is your favourite painter?" (don't tell me nerolac people paints the best)
" I love Van gogh, his paintings are just .. fantastic"
"You must be kidding me, that's my favorite too."
"Wow, .. great". We discussed about Van Gogh's paintings, todays weather, politics, internet, facebook(i didn't told him about my detectivepana of his profile)
I was feeling great, i can't tell how happy i was then.. 
"Times up" that was my sis and his sis.
"Looks like, you guys got along, really good" (Good? are you crazy? say it great, awesome, superb).
"Yeah" he said. I could hear violens all over my head, i could see butterflies everywhere. This couldn't have been better. After the so called "walk". We came back where everyone was waiting eagerly for us. No body asked us anything. After a little more chat everyone exchanged good byes and pranams. It was expected that they would go home and ask Navin about his opinion and vise versa. And was the same at our side. Questions were thrown from every member of the family and they knew from my smile that "it was a YES FROM MY SIDE".
I know similar things would be going on with Navin too. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I was too happy too accept. 
We reached home, Radhika Aunty said, we would be getting a call any moment, get ready with plates of sweets "muu meetha jo karana hai".
Since we came from mandir all i could do is smile. Everyone was eagerly waiting for the call. 1 hour passed. Phone did not rang. 
"They don't want to show how eager they are to say yes" uncle said.
"Ha.. yes" everyone agreed and laughed.
I thought he was a shy guy, may be taking time to convey his feelings to parents.
2 hours passed. No phone call.
"Why are they taking so long" mom said.
"Oh come on, this about marriage, no joke, they have all the right to think"
"Yes" everyone agreed.
3 hours. 4 hours. 5..6.. No call.
What's wrong? was the question in everyone's mind. Everythig has gone so well. This ceremony was best it could possibly be. Then what happened?
I was the one who didn't knew how to react, what to think! Why on earth, aren't they calling up??
Phone rang.
My heart was pumping so hard and fast, i was afraid everyone would hear it. Papa took it.
"Hello"
"Hanji, Mr. Sharma speaking." why was he sweating in an air conditioned room?
"Hanji.." the person at the other end of the phone said something and papa's expressions changed, he was looking even more tensed now.
"oh..".  What is it, dad? Speak it out. I'm kinda dying.
"Okey".
He replaced the phone where it was. Silent.
"Kya hua?"  mom asked.
"They.. thheeyy.. they said .. they said NO".
That was it, i don't remember anything after that. All i remember is i was lying on my bed, there was doctor infront of me, giving instructions to dad. 
"Hey braavo! what is this , they don't know what they lost, a gem! a real gem! my dear daughter"
"Papa, what reason did they gave?
"Relax beta, you need some rest and.."
"The reason, papa!"
"They said you were little short for him. They think both of you guys height don't match, silly! isn't it?"
"You think so, papa?"
"Of course not, beta, you are 5'4 and he is 6'3. That's perfect."
But not for them, i thought. But still, i shouldn't be so hurt, i mean whats the big deal yaar. They haven't signed a contract to say "YES" after the "girl display ceremony', it was expected like how it is expected you might fail or pass the exams. You just failed. Can't gulp it down? The simple fact, that you failed. I couldn't stop myself thinking about him and how can some one actually "REJECT" me.. yes, the word "rejected" is killing!! I started hating love songs and "sau dard hai" became my favourite song. I found myself no more starring at the mirror. Kind of inferiority feeling was building up.. Relatives asked every other day about the ceremony and mom have to explain everything. All of this was so so hurting, i don't want to feel to be in love. I hate it. Some days after the incident, we came to know from one of the relatives that the day Navin and his family came to the ceremony, they have been in 4 more ceremonies like that, on different locations , and he found a girl fairer, richer, better than me. So it was easy for them to say "NO", with a silly reason of "height doesn't match"! They never thought i could be hurt. I could be so hurt that i could never fall in love. They never thought. Because they had their son and it was fun to go places and attend another "GIRL DISPLAY CEREMONY".

A LULLABY OF LIFE

DATE   : 13 March 2011
PLACE : SPICE JET AIRCRAFT
TIME    : 8:45 PM

May it be train or plane, Indian any form of transportation is famous for NOT being on time! But to my surprise on the above date i was on a flight from Chennai to Kolkata and we were landing 15 mins earlier than scheduled time! Really surprising na!! Okey now lets rewind 34 mins..
"..and what would you like for beverage mam?"
"what options do i have?"
"we have coke, 7up, nimboo pani and.."
"nimboo pani"
she gave me a tiny bottle of nimboo pani, and i was about to unwrap the bottle when a child started crying. With mine a couple of eyes frowned the kid and he started crying even louder, the calm atmosphere of the plane was getting disturbed and as the kids are! once they start crying even god can't stop them!
Her mom gave a sorry look to every one in the board. She wrapped the kid in her arms and started singing a lullaby. It was in bengali and don't know what it means actually, but her voice was so soothing! so soothing it brought tears in my eyes though i didn't understood a word said by her! Her husband was sitting besides and looked like a serious man (like strict dads).. And the lady was so simple, blessed with the best voice i ever heard in my life ! I thought like me, many have been heard her voice and complemented her, then why didn't she took singing! Why is she sitting there with a army officer looking husband and going back her home to look after the home and not to a studio to record her album!! Did she killed her wishes afraid of her husband?
Or she never mentioned her dream to her army general? Or did the family never wanted her to get into these and just learn how to be a good home maker! Don't tell me she don't want to sing and wants to be with family only! I mean i would give Shreya Ghosal a lower rating for this lady! She was the best thing i ever ever heard! yaar jitna bolo utna kam hai. Till the flight landed i was thinking about her and wanted to ask all these questions to her but thought what if the army general had a pistol and he didn't like my questions!
But my zodiac sign LEO gave me the strength to say
" Hey.. hi.. you have a BEAUTIFUL VOICE.."
"Thanks" were her only words and was enough to understand that she was actually sitting with a Dracula husband. I wish she could come out of that shell and fulfill her dream one day..

good old times..

its strange how you long for something happens in your life which u desire n dream of.. n when u are actually there, u wish u could get your old life back!! as in wen we were kids we wished to get rid of school.. if it were declared one day sudden holiday we felt like "WOW" an unexpected super happiness! n now we wish if one, just for one single day we can live d good old school days!! just one single day i get up from bed n get ready to go to school .. lookin for my tie which always hidden sumwre.. check my bag if d seven periods routine books are all in there!! ask mummy "jaldi tiffin do,late ho ra hai".. rush downstairs n den again rush back " arre..hum diary/paper pe sign karana bhul gaya".. waving hands n sayin "bi bi  bi bi" n rush back again!! while waitin for d bus to cum thinking should i take the book out to take a look of what's today's test is or will read it during intervals.. standing up all together and wishing d teacher "GOOOOD MOOORNIIING MAAAM' in chorus!! gettin punished for talking, eating lunch together n open d "water bottles" to take sips in between, class works..home works..assgnments..projects.. art work.. tests.. coming back home n saying everything to mummy wat happend d entire day.. doin homework(some times) ..  !! n million things like that..  !!  i wish i can go back n live that life again!!


This line suits me(i bet u ll read it twice) : 

I wish I were what I was when I wished I were what I am...:)

p.s. - any scientist who s close to invention of a time machine.. PLZ CONTACT ME!!




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a story unnoticed.. i wrote 4 years back!!

                                       THE MISTAKE

It was the same old morning as usual, nothing was too good about it. I don’t understand how people describe a silly situation so dramatically!

 I mean I was waked up by a song ( a ghazal actually) which said “ Today, the sun is brighter, the air is fresher and the blah blah blah!!! ”.

How come the sun be brighter?  Has it been extra charged today? Or the guy singing the ghazal planted 5 new trees in his garden to make the air fresher!

“Ufff !, silly world and silly people.”, said I.

I got up to have a shower, I was already late. And there ringed my cell with the coolest ringtone on earth.

“Hey, dude!”, said I.

“What the… You are still in bed, aren’t you?”, said Roshan from his not so cool cell phone.

“No, I am not.” , said I.

“If you are late this time, you are screwd man!”. Roshan sound disgusting whenever he opens his mouth.

“Dude, I’ll be there on time!”

“Fine, we are outside, PVR’s”.

“Cool, see you there”, said I and slided down my phone.

“Raghu chacha!”, I hate it when my things are not in order.

“Chacha, are you listening? What the hell is this?” said I.

“What’s the matter, baba?”

“You call this t-shirt an ironed one?  Can’t you see the millions of wrinkles all over it?” said I.

“ Baba, it must be…”

“Shut up!, you know I hate my things not being in order”.

“I will have it ironed...”.

“No, thanks, I am already late”.

“Sorry, baba.”.

“Keep the sorry with you, rush and have the breakfast ready”.

“Yes, baba” and Raghu chacha left.

I took another Armani shirt and wore it, I really look good in Armani. And there it goes, the cell rang again.

“Where the hell are you, man?” this time it was Chetan.

“On the way, Chetan”.

“Listen, we don’t wanna miss the beginning of this amazing movie, got that!”.

“Relax, yaar, there’s still 15 minutes to the movie!”.

“Yeah, but ….”.

“Okey, okey.. just 5 more mins.. bi”.

I thought for a while if I should skip the breakfast as I was already late, but then I felt my stomach was aching for food.

“There you are, baba, your favourite ‘Dalia’.” said chacha.

I took a sip of my all time favorite ‘dalia’ and here comes the worst day of my life.

“What the …. Shit!”.

“What happened?”said chacha.

“What what? There isn’t any salt in it” shouted I.

“But I did added… might be…”

“You know what chacha! Because mom pays you more than others you are going nuts!”.

“No, baba…”.

“You are fired!” ordered I.

“No, please I… I am sorry… I was not feeling very well, today..”.

“Yeah, you should stay at home and rest for lifetime”.

“But, beta…”.

“Get lost, I’ll say dad why I fired you, just get lost, you have already spoilt my day!”

The cell ranged again, but this time I refused to attend the call.

I rushed out with the keys of my all new Suzuki x500. But you know what when things start going wrong then it just doesn’t stop.

Guess what! My brother took my bike without asking me with the other keys, wow, what a great starting of a Sunday!

I called Chetan,” Dude, I am not coming”.

“Hey, why ?  Whats wrong?”.

“Everything is in a mess, from morning… er.. forget it… I don’t have my bike.”

“But… Okey, catch a taxi, man!”

“You must be kidding, I had never been in a taxi… its so cheap!”

“What cheap! Just be here in another 5 mins, please, man!”

“Okey.. lemme see.”

I can never imagine myself in a taxi, now where the hell I get a taxi? Mom and dad took there cars and my bro took my Suzuki… fuck, everything is screwed up.

I was on the 2^nd street now, and there wasn’t any taxi in sight.

“Excuse me.. There isn’t any taxi on the roads..i had to..”

“New in the city or what? Don’t you know today is taxi’s strike?”said he,”These youngsters never read newspapers,”he murmured.

“Take an auto from the next street” said he.

“Okey, thanks” he turned an rushed away as I never existed.

Now, this is the limit. But I had already came, half my way, so it would be better to catch the auto. I was on the way, when a kid of some 5 or 6 years old came to me and started begging.

“ I didn’t eat anything from two days” said he.

“What?”

“I’m very hungry, sir.”

The guy clearly looked malnourished , his ribs were as clear as a fresh x-ray report. His skin was attached to the bones as if there was nothing named muscles in his body, it were just skin and bones. His tears were

all tired of coming out of his eyes again and again. But his eyes were still glittering and shouted in my eardrums ”HELP!”.

“Why… all right, come with me” said I.

I was searching for a good resturant if I can feed him, he suddenly asked “What are looking for?”

“Huh!... eh… a restaurant!”

“Please give me some money instead of the food, if you do, my father will not beat me today.” His eyes were still stone cold and glittered.

“What? Your dad beats you.. are you… come with me, your father can’t do that… my dad knows the commissioner ,I ll…”

“No,thank you,sir”.

“What, I want to help you”.

“Sure, help me with the money, I don’t want to see my dad in jail, whenever he goes to jail we stay hungry for weeks, one time my younger sister died of starving when my father went to jail” said he.

“Are you… here… “ I handed him a 500 rupee note.

He was too shocked to say anything, his face shined as if he found a gold mine. I wondered if just a 500 rupee note can make someone so happy!  And he ranned away shouting something which faded as I passed by the street.

This kind of thing never happened to me ever. Chetan and Roshan called me another 17 times but I didn’t attended the call and then switched of my cell. I was thinking about the ‘dalia’ which I thrown today. The one bowl of dalia might have gave the boy the world of happiness. I never knew there is a world like that, where people don’t even get to eat! Forget the cell phone, tv, dvd’s and those billions of things. I didn’t went to movie that  day.

In the evening when I was home,

 I asked mom ”Where’s Raghu Chacha?” And then I thought if Raghu Chacha also had a small boy like the one whom I met! Mom reminded me that I had said Raghu Chacha to get lost,I had fired him.

 I remained silent.

THE POWER OF BEING NICE

it was last christmas n i have planned to make muffins.. d only problem was i didn had d 'buttter paper cups' on which u pour d batter n bake it.. u can find these covered in  laddus n sandesh .. k.. so i searchd evry possible shop for it..! bt.. no luck!
finally i went to d nearby sweet shop.. pple say d guy in d shop is vry "khaduus".. bt i didn had any othr option..


d 'khaduus' uncle: ??? (absolutly smileless face)
me : wo jo sandesh me ap wo butter paper use karte hai na.. wo chaiye!!
d 'khaduus' uncle: nai hai( bt it was there i saw it!).. sandesh lena hai??
me : nai.. sirf uska paper chaiye (me expressionless)
d 'khaduus' uncle: ----------
me : plz uncle ap mere se iska rupya le lijiye..
d 'khaduus' uncle: kitna chaiye?
me : 15..20
 d not so 'khaduus' uncle: hmm.. (he gave them) !!
me:  thank u uncle..thank uso much.. iska kitna hua??
d sweet uncle: kuch nai..lelo!! (a smile)


u see.. it wasn d butter paper cups nor d money .. it was abt BEING NICE.. i go to d shop often these days to buy sweets.. bt b4 this incident i havnt gone once dere ! its been more than a year m living here n this shop is d closest sweet shop near my home bt never went dere!! bt his one act of 'BEING NICE" made me go there.. he might have chargd me anythin for those cups(actually it costs arnd 10 rupes for 100 cups i guess),. it is not abt d money.. wen u help some one u r winning d persons heart.. never hesitate to be NICE AND HUMAN.
k.. now dat was my first post n i dunno if i have Created a blunder of english or grammer or evn if u have undrstud or not.. jst wanted to post it.. so did it!!

:)

Welcome blogging!!

okey.. my first post in my vry new blog "SMILE PRITIKA".. :)
so.. m goin to share my new experiences, pics, feelins.. anythin i like to.. 
k.. so welcome me!! 
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