From the eternal sky, through the windows of her room, the bright sun spreads the sunlight over her face. She wakes up. She turns her face right, and just like the day before, and before, there was no one. All she saw was the other half of the bed, empty. People say that seeing the face of your loved ones in the morning makes your day better, but Riddhi had no one. Being a wife of a soldier, she had to go through this loneliness for a great part of the year. All she could do was wait for his husband to get leave from work, which was seldom, of course. Her husband, Kritarth was appointed in Kashmir, as am army officer and spent 8 months outside home. They were allowed to contact their family once every week in those 8 months and the duration for the call could only be 5 minutes. For Riddhi, that one phone call was the best part of the week. Because, those 300 seconds kept her alive. Those 300 seconds gave her strength to face another tiring week, they gave her hope. Those 3000 seconds were her satisfaction that her husband was alive. People often go on complaining about very little things, get angry with each other o small issues, be it the teenagers, or a mature married couple. They don’t tend to realize each other’s importance in their life, but they should, because some people, who don’t have a person to ask “How was your day?” at the end of every day have serious problems. Riddhi was going though the same. She was running her own parlor, to keep her busy during the week, she was also very determined and focused on her work. Riddhi and Kritarth did not have any kids which added to Riddhi’s loneliness. But despite of all the loneliness, the wait and excitement of the phone ring, which always rang on Sunday nights at 8:00 pm, gave her the desire to pass weeks. And yet, she never complained. Life of the women who are the wives of army men are terrible due to the fact that they have to live with the fear of losing someone who is the most important to them, and they don’t complain because they know that their husbands are serving the county, which is of course, something to be proud of. One Sunday, with all the excitement in the world, Riddhi finished off her day’s work and was eager to receive the phone call. She sat by the phone at 7:45 pm and waited, it was routine for her to sit beisde the phone 15 minutes earlier just to be on the safe side of not missing the phone call. But this time, something was different, the phone did not ring. She became worried and why won’t she? It never happened before, Kritarth never let a Sunday pass without calling Riddhi. Riddhi was tensed, an hour passed and there was no phone call. She called up all her relatives and informed them. But all of them asked her to stay calm, giving the reason that he might have been busy with work. But Riddhi had an intuition that something was wrong. With a temporary masked satisfaction, she somehow slept and passed the night. Next day, as per the routine, she went out to collect the newspaper. Suddenly, she was baffed, her face became red, she stood still as if she was frozen. The paper fell off from her hand and she sat down right in front of the door, and started crying excruciatingly. Everyone outside noticed, and ran toward her to see what happened. But terrified Riddhi couldn’t speak a word. The headline was “Kritarth dead while serving the nation.” And that is why there was no call on the previous day. This news hurt her to another level, it stabbed her. It finished her purpose to live, it seemed like a tasteless life was bitter now. Days passed, and Riddhi was still surviving. Yes, surviving. Not because she cought some illness or something, but she lost a purpose, which was even worse. The recent days after the death of Kritarth, she used to spend most of the day looking at his picture, thinking about him. Despite of the pain she was going through, she was proud of her husband. And again, why shouldn’t she be? He died a dignified death, which she knew, would have satisfied him, because he died serving the nation. This is just what happens with all soldiers. Death for them is not a punishment as long as it comes while fighting for the nation. In fact, it is an honor. And we, the normal citizens should respect that. Yet, we seem to concentrate on other issues which, in reality, are less important. This may have been a simple story, but focusing more on the essence of things like this seems more important to me. We really need to think of changing our way of life because we seem to care less for the nation. The families that have lost their loved ones who were soldiers know the pain. The excruciating pain that lasts a lifetime. They realize what it means to lose someone who fought to let them sleep in piece and happiness. They know the importance of a soldier.
12 August 2016, the day is Friday. I am travelling from Pune to Thane in a non AC government bus with a two hundred rupee ticket. The journey has been amazing, for a lot of reasons. The sole reason has been this ride, the adventure it has served me with even when the bus has no facilities. How the bus just went from a normal bus station in Pune city to travelling through the clouds. The cold and fresh air against my face fuels up my emotions. It turns me up. I am nostalgic right now. Because perplexing things like these make me nostalgic. I miss home and I wish my family was with me right now. I heard from my best friend today, he’s leaving India to study abroad. I am happy for his success but at the same time, his departure makes me sad. I spent 5 years with him and perhaps lived every awesome moment with him. It’s really sad how life changes. How things turn upside down. How your 12 years of school just become a memory and the people who are a part of it go away gradually. And how you realise there’s no one to blame. Because this is life, or I should say the bitter side of it. It may teach a million things and may have things of happiness but at some point, it makes people think about it in a bad manner. How people who matter to you leave, being the slaves of consequences. Even we are the slaves of consequences, no wonder how.
This bus journey made me think. It made me look at the bitter side of life because the things about which I only used to hear from my elders about being separated from everyone is becoming true. And I am facing it. Life is a puzzle. It gives you moments to cherish and enjoy and when they’re over, they live as memories inside you and there;s nothing you can do but cry. I am crying too, from the inside. I may have met a set of amazing people after coming to Pune, but the people back there at my home, they are still more alive.
Apart from this inevitable pain, the ride has been an adventure. A bus ‘through the clouds’ can have deep effects on you. The cold breeze changes the mood and so, it changed mine. It transported me into a different world, a world of realisation. A world where I realise the importance of the things that I have, the people I have and the greatness I am to discover. It’s weird but everyone has a ‘switch’. Something which changes you for that very moment and transports you to another world.
My journey is still incomplete. But so far, it has taught me how little things have a whole lot of adventure hidden behind them, how they’re filled with a strange happiness which is on us to discover it. And literally, in real life, my journey is incomplete. There’s so much to discover and learn. It has been my first ride alone for this great distance. And it has taught me something about life, a peculiar thing.
This wasn’t about a particular topic, this was a page filled with my emotions. And this is all I had to write, because what’s coming ahead will have it’s own lessons and perhaps, adventures too. Till then…..I’m discovering…….through the clouds……
This is a must read. Incredible answers to questions you’ve been asking to yourselves.
I’d like to expand my own perspectives on the subject of this article, to understand what I mean by this new psychology and to define some of its features.
What are the qualities of a whole person? Of a sane mind? What makes a good life? How do we live free from conditional and conditioned action? How do we love freely without going mad?
Of course the answers to these questions depend entirely on who is doing the answering. A psychologist may conjure a litany of desired characteristics he believes are indicative of a whole person, and wind up simply describing his own aspiration. Free love for one woman may be heart-ruin for another. So it is my intention here not to lay out an objective set of criteria, but rather to fire the opening volleys in a continuing discussion, hopefully one that will remain with us throughout our lives…
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25th December, a day the world celebrates, a day so precious and inevitable that even the most sad faces are lit up by happiness, a day celebrated in the name of the god of the people, Jesus Christ. It’s Christmas. The day when Jesus was born, and gave people a reason to live.
Celebrate the day with limitless joy, enjoy the day with your closest ones. Light your homes with happiness. The festival is here for everyone. Make the best out of today. Celebrate it and make it a special one, the one to remember forever in your lives. It’s time to keep aside your flaws, analyze yourself and your year, and work upon yourselves to have a better tomorrow. Here’s a quote to make it even more awesome. Have a great day everyone.
“Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.” – Norman Vincent Peale
Terror has struck again. This time in Paris, Baghdad and Beirut. This is absolutely terrible how the world is witnessing such disasters. It is always sad to see the world being destroyed by our own species. Innocent people dying for some baseless arguments in the fights of nations in which most of them had nothing to do.
Terrorism is one evil characteristic of this society that eats it from the inside, it is like a virus, which kills people for no sensible reason. It is disappointing how some people dream of a world full of peace and also work for it and at the same place, there are terrorist organisations like ISIS destroying nations and lives of people.
The destruction due to terrorism is not new, and is not seen and witnessed by one or two nations, at some point of time, every country has had a piece of it. Tragic events like USA’s 9/11, India’s 26/11 and now France’s 13/11. And not forgetting of course, Syria, Iran, Baghdad, etc. It is very disappointing. I have no idea that what notion takes birth in the minds of the terrorists that they plan such events. I don’t understand what a suicide bomber gets to destroy the lives of the other people when he knows that he is going to lose his.
The gruesome concept of terrorism is a disgrace to humanity. The world is shocked to see the swing of events that are happening since a few days. I would also like to mention the prioritizing method of these events that occurred, most of the people in these days were worried about the France tragedy but they had no idea about the people of Baghdad and Beirut, this is again disrespectful. There are innocent people in these countries as well and the events should be given equal amount of attention in these places as well.
One more thing that came up in this was some people criticizing the Muslim community for the terror attacks in these places. The people must be made aware that for any particular tragic event, there is only a particular set of people responsible rather than a whole community. There are just two kinds of people, good and bad, regardless of the community, so for all those who are criticizing the Muslims for this, please don’t. However, the topic is very sensitive and I shall not write more about it.
I hope that all the people who were the reason for these attacks get punished. And for those who are the victims, the world stands with you, and it always will. There is always space for good people in this world. Let’s all pray for this world, to make peace all over. It may seem difficult, but bringing the idea in mind is the first step.
PS The post is not an article about terrorism exactly, but about the events that took place in the recent days.
It is Thursday, 22nd October in India, but it is not a normal day, it is quite special indeed. Today is the festival of Dussehra, also known as Vijaydashmi. It has a really ancient history associated with it. This festival is about the god in the Hindu religion – Lord Rama. This day is really special to everyone in India. It not only recalls the ancient war that Lord Rama fought and won but also brings a special time in the year and happiness in people’s lives.
The nation is all smiles at this time of the year. People are celebrating, as they always have. It is so pleasing to see everyone happy at this time. Everyone wants a good time in the year, and for us, here it is! First, let’s go back to the time when all that happened. I’m not going to get into very details but will be enough to understand. It is said, and also according to Ramayana (the religious book where the story is written), when Lord Rama had gone to live in the forests with his brother Laxman and wife Sita, they had to be isolated for all this time. This was due to the promise he had to make to his father and would only be able to go back when he completes these 14 years. There was a evil king of a kingdom Lanka – Ravan, known for his evil doings and also famous for worshiping Lord Shiva, another Hindu god.
A day came when Laxman cut the nose of Ravan’s sister as for she did something evil again. She complained about this to Ravan and he decided to take revenge for her. He then kidnapped Lord Rama’s wife, Sita using an illusion against her. Then the story goes and at the end, Lord Rama rescues her by killing Ravan in the end, certainly, it was not an easy task, but with the help of everyone, he launched an arrow at Ravan and then, evil was defeated.
This day, Dussehra, recalls the same incident. It is the day when Ravan’s dummy who resembles the evil doings of this world would be burnt, spreading positiveness across the nation and celebrations for the win of good over bad will be celebrated, celebrations for Ravan’s defeat. The story is not just about the killing of the evil king and rescuing goddess Sita, but it resembles the victory of the good over the bad. It teaches the people that they need to believe, they need to be good human beings taking inspiration from their own gods, because what this has taught everyone is that at the end, the bad shall be triumphed.
The festival inspires that people should change, there shall be no wrong doings, and everyone should live with a sense of brotherhood. And not only this, festivals can be so special, they can be so motivating. Today, I was watching news on the television and I was so amazed to see that a person of a different religion has been making dummies of Ravan for 21 years and it is such a wonderful thing. It is so overwhelming to see his contribution to the society, he might not be aware of it though, but he is immensely contributing to this society and tremendously spreading the idea of brotherhood. I mean, that’s what festivals are all about, celebrating together, forgetting the peculiarities of this society.
It is not just about Dussehra or the other Hindu festivals, but every festival, no matter of which religion must be celebrated together, with happiness, with brotherhood. This is what festivals should mean to everyone. This is what Dussehra, Diwali, Eid or any other festival means. Today, we all will celebrate again. When the dummy burns, we hope that all the wrong doings, all the evilness burns with it, and we all live together, happily, because this is what Dussehra is – where the good triumphs.
It has been 5 days since I have written the last piece of my writing. I have been busy with things all this while and I still am, after all, a school boy always has some sort of things upcoming. I have been a little pushed away from this and I sought to have been searching for things to write. Even doing so, I could not easily come across a satisfying topic to write on. Well, the result, it is in front of you. I thought about writing about a state of mind for a 12th grade student, and somehow, I could make out that this will also give some contentment.
At this point in life, at the very edge of finishing school, students look forward to what they will do in the near future. Where will they go for graduation, there’s always some college talks going somewhere around the school, students murmuring with one another, talking about their seniors, about themselves, what they heard, what they plan and so on. They have a pre-set vision of what they seek for themselves. What is that they want and what is that others want from them, particularly their families. I’m living it right now and it is the very live thing that I’m witnessing.
In the progression of this, students receives numerous amount of suggestions from people for their future, it’s good at some point. But for me, it saddles the minds of the students because it somehow, did for me. This is an essential part of life I guess, I am inexperienced about it as for I am just another participant, I sought to have been understanding it this way. Things are in front of everyone, everyone’s aiming for the best possible results for themselves, and everyone is heading towards it. At this time, when the final exams whose result counts everywhere we apply whether it’s for a admission or a job application, gives the students goosebumps for what stands forth.
It is not a war, it is just a race with oneself. Every student is racing his own targets, his own ambitions, so as to get the maximized opportunities. The students, at this time are impeded with stress on their minds and shoulders. They are supposed to complete a task for which only they are responsible for the kind of result that awaits them. Each of us has a mind-set that this is not only about ourselves, but for our families as well. They will be effected by our performance as well. It’s like the first ‘real’ responsibility on the shoulders of the students, as for we have not witnessed life.
The title is ‘Searching for substance’ as I did not have a feeling of writing something substantial. I had not since 3 weeks, the last two for me were not up to the mark. I guess, it is satisfying, for at this stage, I am bound by other priority tasks to perform. This goes on, it will never stop, it’s just the management of time that plays the game. Let’s hope that my management of it goes well, and as this stage heads through, I continue ‘searching for substance’.
‘The disappearing shadow of the tree!’, quite understandably, it is about the importance of a tree. The ecstatic manner in which this world is moving forward, leaping over milestones and seeking for total development in the world of technology, economics and other international issue, the world is perhaps losing the importance of the more important things – definitely the nature. The nature is the fuel to us, what would be there without it?
Everyday, going out to the routine world, when we look at the way the things are going, the pollution, that missing wave of ‘fresh air’, the cleanliness, etc. This is one major international issue which is more often ‘kept aside’ with excuse of having other important issues mentioned above. This one issue, if not taken attention on will lead to misery for us in the future. The nature has gifted us with love, with care, it provides us with life. And yet we are treating it this way, and by doing this, we are ourselves being vulnerable.
The tree is one other life product by the nature, just like the river about which the previous blog was. There are so many advantages of a tree but I won’t mention them, this is about it’s importance. Just one simple statement can define the importance of this nature product; No trees means no life. Even metaphorically, the tree defines life. The life process of a tree is one another life lesson for everyone. The way it grows tells us how we should take steps in our lives. First, how the roots grow to provide strength to the tree, so that the tree may stand forever! The way the tree grows after that is even more artistic, it takes time, patiently growing year after year and giving the final fruit. Telling that life is not an F1 race, we need to be patient for opportunities so as to get the best positive results. The most pleasant part is the success that we get after all this. Because, after that, when we will look back, we will happily say, we won over life!
A tree means so much to people, just as the river, a tree is also worshiped in my country as well, and again, it is beautiful and ironic at the same time, why is it is worshiped, it is so easily cut for a piece of land, for construction and for other uses. I am not against development, no rational man is! But development should only be there as long it is sustainable. It must not harm and affect the beautiful and essential aspects of this world. And not for the industrial and general uses of a tree, but for other reasons. Ask a man who works all day under the burning sun, ask him how it feels to sit under the shadow of the tree. Ask a man who runs in the rain and looks for some place, ask him when he finds a tree to stand beneath.
These are the some simple and pleasing beauties of a tree. The thing is we must start to take actions. We must realize and set ‘sustainable development’ as the new milestone. Let’s plant a tree. Let’s bring the green side back! Because it is devastating to see ‘the disappearing shadow of a tree.’
There are numerous wonders of nature, out of which, we of course have witnessed many. Each day, we start off our day with some routine and hence, we go to our work place/school/college. On the way, we come across so many of things which we generally ignore, maybe because of the haste to reach the place on time. Things of nature, things of beauty. There may not be much natural beauties or ‘wonders of nature’ if you live in a metropolitan city, but there is always some bit of it.
People who really seek for true beauty find it in the smallest of things! If we go for a early walk in the morning, we can hear the birds chirruping and feel the fresh air on our face and find natural leisure. The point is that there are many such things even if we live in a city, that’s all to sum that up. But there is much more the nature’s got in it’s bags to show us, one such wonder of it is a ‘river’.
A river is generally a stream of water if we look at it with a heartless concept in our minds. To be general at first and not going deep into the topic, first let’s talk about the advantages of a river. It might be obvious that almost all of us are aware of most of them. The river has, is and will always prove to be one of the most important aspects of nature which provided the humans with so many of their needs. A river is as precious as a tree. A river helps us in countless ways. In history books as well, we get to read that how people used to seek for rivers to establish a civilization round the river so that they could perform farming around and feed themselves. Then in the later ages, at larger scales, large companies used to establish their grounds near a river so as to get maximum yield of products(farming again!) and make money. The first use was this, that is farming.
The second, well not precise enough to explain but yes, in village areas, people feel so lucky to have been living near a river if they do! The river just not provides life to the humans, but animals as well! Fishes of course, and also all the land animals which would have the river as their only source of water. We humans back in time were so solely dependent on the river, we still are! It is just that living in cities, we don’t get to see what’s up backstage. All the food that we eat comes through farming, farming is boosted if done near a river (people would surely know the importance of water). Now, for the good, I would stop counting the number of advantages of the river, as for there are countless.
Now, where I tend to emphasize the most in this blog, is there something more to a river than just physical advantages? Something more than just a booster in farming, feeding, etc? Yes, well a lot more than that. Being wanting to be a writer, you always seek for some moral in everything. Sometimes, the thing may even be lifeless! But it is not lifeless in this case. In fact, it has more life than us! It is just the way we look at it, our perception! Perhaps I would say that river is a metaphor of life! River is pure eternal beauty. It is a gift, an ecstatic vision of life.
A famous journalist Hal Boyle once quoted something beautiful about rivers:
“What makes a river so restful to people is that it doesn’t have any doubt – it is sure to get where it is going, and it doesn’t want to go anywhere else.” – Hal Boyle
This is not just a quote, it is a lesson. Just as the river, it is a lesson. A river is so much more than just a river. For some, it’s a teacher, for some it’s a god! Yes, GOD! In my country India, we have the utmost respect for a river, people believe that rivers are forms of gods, Yet, it is tremendously ironical at the same time because the way the rivers are treated are just the opposite to what they are believed to be. The pollution that occurs and all that stuff, well, let’s leave it for the debates. So, the number of forms of rivers that people have in their hearts is large. The ones who realize that are the ones who care!
But a question again, what does this god and teacher teaches us? For some, it is just a stream of water with continuous flow, but no! If we really search the lessons, if we really feel the beauty of this wonder, we will get precious lessons that no other teacher would give us! A river continuously flows, irrespective of the obstacles. The river bends, it slows down, it goes through so many places, comes across so many of things, large stones, narrow paths, but it always finds a way. It teaches us the mantra of never stopping. We will face circumstances in life where we will feel disappointed with ourselves, some where we will not enjoy ourselves, but their comes this lesson in use. Life is a path not made for those who plan to stop. A beauty of a river is deep, and only some are capable to discover it, I have just made a trivial atte3mpt, as for I have a lot to discover.
There are more lessons to what a river contains, what it tells to those who really want to listen it! I have just got one of it. I seek to discover more, and this beauty, a bliss to this world, a gift of nature, a river is something to be thankful of. Whatever our life is like, the only thing we keep in mind from now is to ‘never stop’! That is what the river teaches us!
Started off as an infant,
Not walked but crawled.Was confident and fearless,
Had no fear to fall.
Crawled and crawled,
Through the floors, through the doors,
Chanting and crying,
Exploring the world – my home.
Started off somewhere,
Ended up in the comfortable arms of my parents
I searched for things,
All I could find was love.
Time went, I crawled.
I stood, I did fall,
But a day came, I walked,
Walked to grow up,
I grew up as a child,
As a child too, I found love again.
Oh lord! I miss those days,
When just had love, had no pain.
Pain was what I did not know,
And all I felt was that I wanted to grow.
Now, at a place with no return,
Time passes, it never stops.
Those snug arms would take me back!
All I have now is a wilder mind,
Now I live with a quiet rage,
Need to tame the ghosts in my head,
That run wild and wish me dead!
I miss that wind full of love,
The love that I have no more.
Those days would start with the sun,And end with a private hug.
Now I’ve grown and I miss,
I miss those things that ‘they’ did!
What a pleasure it was to be a kid.
Now I pray to the lord,
Forgive me for all my sins.
I’ve come too far,
I need a bend.
And it’s a journey that won’t end!