tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345743372024-03-06T09:16:00.672+05:30Sidhi n TedhiRamblings through my lenses, my poetry & my stories... from the simplistic life we all have!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11159062411090495484noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34574337.post-34585544158042986572017-02-04T20:38:00.000+05:302017-02-04T21:48:24.386+05:30Living in the moment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It was a day like any other day filled with learning & laughter & anguish & questions & answers & no answers & ...<br />
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The day was unusually warm and humid which added to the tribulations going on in my mind with the thoughts in my mind. While all that was going on, the sky had its share of clouds floating around for the sun to play hide and seek with it. It seemed to be keeping pace with my mind.<br />
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As I walked down the quite road back to my resort, I aimlessly decided to head towards the sea and witness the beautiful sun go down the sea while playing with the clouds. I walked up to the beach aimlessly and sat down at a spot with a 'thud'... I let my legs spread in front of me with my back arched forward and hands playing on the soft sand of Cherai. I let my mind wander on the day with eyes looking at the sun settling its business for the day with the sea.. I stared at the sun and then at the sea as the sun rays shimmered over it.<br />
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The glare was strong for me to move my focus from the water bed to that of the little boy playing with the waves in front of me. He would jump at the waves coming towards him and then chase it back into the sea as the waves receded... Run back again as the new waves would touch his feet. He was doing that with laughter and freedom, not being bothered about anything but the waves, which seemed to keep pace with the boy's laughter and run up & down the beach...<br />
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After the boy left the beach, I was all alone in my world looking at the last few rays that were split across the sky by the clouds. The sun was not in its full form but its beauty was printed on the sky like the little boy playing with his new friend and learning the art of being in the moment...<br />
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As I got up to leave the beautiful Cherai beach with the sun having gone down leaving space for the moon to spread its wings of calmness on the vast sea, the Ocean said to me..<br />
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इस लम्हे में रहो और ऐश करो', </div>
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खुद से सवाल मत कर.. </div>
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ज़िन्दगी इन्ही लम्हो से बनती है ,</div>
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इसी में खुशियां है, जो तुझी में है </div>
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<i>(Enjoy the moment that you are in, Stop questioning yourself. Life is made of these moments.. Live in its happiness for you have it in YOU!!)</i><br />
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I was zoned out for few seconds not sure how and what to react to that statement before I moved on. It got me wondering was that a statement or a word.. It was such a powerful one that it shook me and let me spin in multiple dimensions, more so what choices life can show us and how simple they are...<br />
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Well this happened to be the 1st of January of this wonderful year and I was at the Pondicherry Mother's ashram for the new year meditation. I have so far managed to be there for the last three years. Though the meditation starts at 6 am, we typically arrive there by 5.20 am to get a seat near "Mother's Samadhi". This year was no different and managed to sit near that beautiful samadhi space. There is always a tranquil atmosphere and you could transcend yourself to a different realm (I must also say that it is a matter of choice on that count 😌).<br />
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After having finished the meditation, people were regulated to pay their obeisance. After finishing the rituals we were about to leave when the confusion of crowd management came in. One of the volunteers asked us to move towards the main gate for the exit. As we came close to the main gate another volunteer rushed in and said, "Please move towards the back gate and not this, there is too much of crowd outside". This all was in their humble politeness. We turned again and started to move back. While doing so, we had to cross the Samadhi area again where another humble volunteer turned and asked me.. "Samadhi or Out"...<br />
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<i><span style="color: purple;">"Do I have a purpose or am I going through a routine"</span></i></div>
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For me, the Samadhi has been a source of powerful energy. A belief that I carry along and for me this place symbolises <b><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><u>Purpose in life!!</u></span></i></b><br />
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At that juncture this statement of mere two words started off a trigger ... I do not have the answers now but hopefully I will.<br />
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<b><i>"Are we part of a crowd or do we have a sense of direction for ourselves??" </i></b></div>
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It was a late in the evening around 11 pm when my train pulled up to the Chennai Central station. While reaching, I had checked on the Ola & Uber cabs so that I could grab one to rush back home. The train was late today. Well not to keep anybody waiting I had not booked the cab as the train pulled up. I waited to get out of the station.<div>
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<i><span style="color: purple;">Me: Really.. not needed. Then your tracking..</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: purple;">Me: Ok (Shrugged my shoulders... and got busy on my cell..)</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: purple;">C: You have the app, just book it. I will pick it up and close it.</span></i></div>
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<i style="color: purple;">Me: What!! </i>(I was now looking at him) <i style="color: purple;">No.. I do not have the Uber app. </i>(Flat lie I stated)</div>
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<i><span style="color: purple;">C: You do not have it.. Sir, go to Google play store and download it.</span></i></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><i>C: Sir, Did you book on Mini or micro..</i></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: purple;">Me: What did I do?? </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: purple;">C: Sir, location details!!</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: purple;">Me: Hello, you need to know where to drop me.. what else. Also, this is my default habit. Now please drive.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: purple;">C: Sir, You will save money if you do this.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: purple;">C: You take a note of the kilometres and I will switch off this trip. You pay me per kilometre.</span></i> </div>
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Saying so he moved his hand to the cell to switch off the trip, without waiting for a response. I raised my voice and said; <i><span style="color: purple;">"NO... Nothing doing, I am absolutely fine to pay the money needed. DO NOT SWITCH off the trip".</span></i></div>
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And that was the last conversation that we had for the next forty five minutes. Though he kept rambling on his incentive and the money he could make.</div>
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Now our saint cabbie, comes to the tool road and pleads to the guy manning it. He says, <i><span style="color: purple;">"Bro, had a rough day.. why don't you manage it"</span></i> and extended a Rs10/-. The guy takes the money and opened up the lever. </div>
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Hello, what the hell were to trying with me. The only thing was I did not budge and here you are calling him unethical. Wow, you are a dignified human being on the road of redemption and higher being.</div>
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Thanks to Technology and people using it to make greater inroads in life!!</div>
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<i><span style="color: purple;">Into the dark alleys,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: purple;">In search of the light.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: purple;">Cold chill gripping my feet,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: purple;">hoping for some warm water to thaw.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: purple;">Splattered around is filth left by many,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: purple;">raising stink to be scooped up into the bin.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: purple;">A growl from the sleeping dog in the dark,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: purple;">warning not be to steered from its slumber.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: purple;">The mind wanders endlessly,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: purple;">Into my deep dark fears of endless agony.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: purple;">I keep walking deep into those dark corners,</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: purple;">The others said, it was a death wish!!</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: purple;">To me, it became a journey of faith.</span></i><br />
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Today morning I woke up to find pleasant sky, with the sun playing hide and seek. There was a touch of chillness in the air, all to inspire me to pick up my camera bag and head down in the apartment compound. As I walked out, I found this beautiful red flower in a small puddle water that got created because of the rains last night.<br>
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Standing tall, I stopped to examine my subject with my camera still packed in the bag slung behind. I was like the doctor to a patient...<br>
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<i><span style="color: purple;"> Hmmm, red flower.. lovely and that too in the water, </span></i><br>
<i><span style="color: purple;"> The reflection on the water.. Amazing...I saw some lovely rain drops on the petals </span></i><br>
<i><span style="color: purple;"> Sun behind me and the clouds... so not too harsh light...</span></i><br>
<i><span style="color: purple;"> Angle to shoot could be lower... hmmm</span></i><br>
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I was in deep contemplation when someone from behind said, <i>"Sid, just shoot it or else it may feel shy and run away"</i>... I looked around to see one of my neighbours peeping from his balcony..<br>
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I just smiled ... <i>"Bugger, this is not a military drill and she ain't my girl friend... It is a creative delight... Grrr"</i>.. well I wanted to say all that but I just smiled and waved...<br>
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My focus went back to my subject and the analysis. Now it was time to move on with the action... Kept the camera bag on the pathway carefully away from the water puddle and pulled out my camera.. Did the settings and got onto my angles...<br>
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<i><span style="color: purple;">Top view.. nah.... Will miss the reflection.. bend 45 degree, without a tripod I can't trust my body to be stable.. From right, from left, from front, from back...</span></i> It felt like being in a temple and going around the lord for a complete view... After all the <i>pradakshina</i> done.. decided to prostrate and shoot.. The lord Red Flower could be happy with me that way and give me what I was seeking for... <i>:)</i><br>
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At the end, while downloading out the pics realised what all one needs to do trying to get the image closer to the imagination one had built up..<br>
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It was 8 am in the morning and we (Minakshi & I) had to step out to get some groceries. As I steered the two wheeler out of the apartment complex, I saw that there was red colour zoom car parked on road side of the empty road patch. My eyes scanned inside the car to see that there was a couple and the guy was looking at the girl with pleading eyes, while the lady had a grumpy face not looking at him at all. I looked over my shoulder at Minakshi who seemed to have sensed what I wanted to tell her. We both broke into laughter remembering that we were fighting in the same manner just a couple of hours back.<br />
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We both laughed and moved on, but I seem to have an itch to go and knock on the car window and talk to the couple. But, was hesitant. I had already moved on, and as the moment had lapsed I go more skeptical and scared to reach out to them. Minakshi stated, it is their personal moment and I replied that, "being a human I felt a connect, I need to tell them". Something happened and I just turned the vehicle and parked my bike right in front of their car. Minakshi decided to stay there, and I got down from the bike. By this time I have got the attention. It felt to me like a moment of truth and now no turning back.<br />
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I asked for a min and requested for the guy to roll down the window. With a smile I stated talking to the startled eyes and from the back seat the lady peeped in over the shoulders with question marks on her face.. I stated..<br />
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<i><span style="color: #134f5c;">"Sorry, to have bothered you at your private moment but I have to share this. You see we both (showing towards Minakshi & self) just passed you guys a few moments ago and what we saw in the car made us recollect the way we fought in the morning hour. I was pleading and she was grumpy and we exchanged roles too. What we saw, lightened up our life so thank you but do not fight. Have a good day and thank you!!!" </span></i><br />
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The guy could not even respond a word, the lady had started giggling. Minakshi was feeling shy and I was sweating... I did not know what to do after that and I said, "I am sorry to have interfered in your private moment, carry on please..." folding my hands ... I rushed to the bike.. Minakshi was like, leave....<br />
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The bike also played its part by not starting to get stated immediately, finally it came to life and we turned the bike and moved, giving a thumbs up sign to the guy who still seemed confused. We both were laughing at what we had done and I was feeling good thinking of what I did which in any circumstances I would have avoided..<br />
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Thank you to those wonderful couple who enlightened our day!!!</div>
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He kept staring at me,<br />
for I knew not what was it with me!!<br />
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He seemed to laugh with me,<br />
When I laughed with an open heart!!<br />
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He was weeping the loudest,<br />
As I sat quietly and wept on my sorrows!!<br />
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He seemed to tell me of my moves,<br />
even before I crossed them!!<br />
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As I wandered in my lost world,<br />
It kept guiding me, though I ignored him!!<br />
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When I heard him, the glass seemed to have shattered,<br />
For once I felt, I was one with him..<br />
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It was the force that always guided me...<br />
Waiting only to be met at the crossroad of realisation!!<br />
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It was me!!</div>
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It was my first time travel to Europe and more so to fashion and cultural hub, Paris. As usual a lot of my friends had given me a cautious warning about the thugs and petty thief prevalent in Paris, more so you are all alone there...<br />
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"Be careful about your passport and money"<br />
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Oh boy!! I was almost clutching and checking on my pockets for my passport and purse the moment I landed at CDG airport. Felt being foolish and stupid doing that... Anyway, the tape recorded had started playing and I was dancing to its tune. I found out about the metro and got in. The moment I sat down, it seemed everyone was waiting to snatch my little money and the passport. As the train chugged along, I was distracted by the beauty of the nature outside and i stopped playing the record. But with every stop, it would come back.. "Do you see that white guy looking like a thug?? That black guy, that asian.. oh boy!!"..<br />
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As the train stopped at "Gard du Nord", I stepped out with my luggage and tried to talk to someone, who outright said, "No English" and I lost in French translation.. blinking.. Someone, spoke to the cops and made my way out of the station. As I stepped out, I felt I was back in India, with the litter and beggars stretched out. I held my luggage tighter after zipping up my jacket... I even avoided making an eye contact with any one, till I realised that my GPS was out and what worked was only the map that I had printed out with the route.. But, "Which is north and east, the paper could not move like a compass".. Grr, Sid... take hold of yourself and ask!!" That seemed to have woken me up somewhere, and I started asking every passerby... after some five attempts one guy seemed to know english and he helped me... I literally started running through the deserted lanes... the words kept coming back again... "Your PASSPORT, your MONEY"... After running for close to 1 1/2 kms, I reached the nearby metro close to the hotel I was to check in. And that place was swarming with people who were trying to sell cigarettes to things that seemed inappropriate.. Couple of them approached and I ran as if I was on a mission of being invisible and not to be traced.<br />
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Well somehow I managed to reach my hotel and once in the room, took stock of what had happened and why?? That late evening I again stepped out and just wandered around the streets. Realised that<br />
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<li>I was over-reacting. Yes I needed to be guarded but not to the extent of panicking. I was asking for more trouble.</li>
<li>I lost out on enjoying the space around me and the beauty of the place. I had some moroccan food that evening that I did not even notice.</li>
<li>While returning back, I realised how beautiful Gard du Nord station was. I paused and took some pics, soaked in the beauty and walked towards my train to CDG.. </li>
<li>I have a choice of saying no, taking action rather than playing simply to the tune of my head, which seems looking for trouble rather than looking for some beauty around.</li>
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I must say that, I really learnt the choice that day and it helped me in the next few days that I stayed and roamed around the place.. It is amazing!!! more was the Choice of clearing the Perceptive scare.... :)<br />
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<i><b>Dad: </b>Don't be so rude to the people who are supporting us</i><br />
<i><b>Me: </b>What crap dad, these people from the so called society are good for nothing!! (Enraged tone)</i><br />
<i><b>Dad:</b> Son, this is the society that we live in and we have to support each other and that is the what creates the brotherhood.</i><br />
<i><b>Me:</b> Dad, I do not believe it, few days back when we were in need none of these guys came forward and supported our view rather they wanted us to compromise. Why should I support them.</i><br />
<i><b>Dad: </b>That was their view point, we don't have to accept it. But feel good that they have cared enough to share their view point. Is it not what is important that you are being cared for.</i><br />
<i><b>Me: </b>Sorry not my kind of society, what use is these kind of view points that have no value, I do not care for the society. I will go ahead with what I think is good.</i><br />
<i><b>Dad: </b>You are young and hot blooded, give it some time and you will know what I am intending you to see...</i><br />
<i><b>Me: </b>May be... may be not.. I don't care (Left the room thumping with anger)</i><br />
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This was some 20 years back when I suppose I was in my prime of teenage. It was then and now, I seem to have fully reckoned with what my dad tried me to look at..<br />
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Off late when one had to travel on official purpose, family being at the base location is something very normal to recon with. Though one travels off to different places, the safety and well being of the family is always on the back of the mind. I am for sure that my better half is well equipped to manage her self and our son. But, recently while travelling realised that both of them were down with severe viral and were not able to move much, and me to reach back would take at least one more day. Though a few of my friends knew about their sickness but not many were aware. By the time I reached home, my son was on a recovery mode and wife was still struggling. To add to the trouble, I had also got bitten by the viral bug and rendered me immobile. The few days that followed was very touching, help just kept pouring in from all quarters from within the apartment complex. People from whom I never expected and some whom I expected. The most important part was the fact when people come and start caring for you. Those words of comfort, a simple gesture of care was more than enough. Irrespective of our differences in thoughts, they were there and I suppose that is what Society is all about.<br />
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People come and care for you. You may have differences of thoughts and opinions with them. But when there is a crisis that you are dealing with, they are the ones who come and stand by your side. I think Dad, I have started to realise that the society is much larger that what I could imagine and there is much more than what meets the eye..<br />
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The journey has just begun, I hope I become the extended arm of this expansive society...</div>
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As Ravi edged his behemoth harder, he filled his faith on two things.. One off-course one was himself and the second was the 268 hp engine under the hood of his car. He turned up the volume of his music and oblivious to him, he had switched on a loud Hindi hip hop music which was never his taste. It some how soothed his jittery feelings. He was finding it hard to feel the road, but he kept raving the engine up. All off a sudden he realised that the water had climbed up to his window mirror and he could not see the car hood. He did not know what to do, and in all that his leg seemed to have automatically kept pushing on hard on to accelerator. The only solace was that there was no body in front of him.. His BMW felt like a bullock cart trying hard to move. He could sense that his back tyre was drifting towards right and it was having difficulty to find a grip.<br />
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He yelled out, <i>"Good Lord, once more pls... I need to reach home... Help ME!!!"</i><br />
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It was as if his words were heard, the engine roared harder and made its way ahead, he sensed the water level around him was going down. He was able to see his car bonnet clearly now. Water kept receding. He looked at his rear view mirror for a second to see what had happened. That is where he realised that the water seemed to have been gushing out through one of the streets like a river and he happened to have just crossed a <i>"Sangam" (River meeting the sea). </i>He made a silent prayer and thought all was over and he is now safe, oblivious of what was waiting for him ahead. He kept pushing his car and finally took a sharp right as he entered the community complex. It was a big one with apartments and Villa houses in the community. Ravi had never bothered to take notice of any of these or anything. Most of the times his focus was on the client calls that would last him till the time he reached home. Today he realised that it was after years that there were so many families and he had never bothered to think about any body there. He crossed the apartment complex and turned left towards his Villa rows which was lined with shrubs and some trees on both sides of the road. His house was the fifth as he entered the street. He could see Maya on the porch, eagerly waiting for him to come home. He cut left to park his car on the dry porch. He missed to see that there was a small stream of water flowing on the street. As he got down, he could not resist but hug Maya. It was Ravi more than Maya who was searching for reassurance of things being ok!!<br />
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They got in and Ravi got into playing with both his kids who were oblivious to what was happening outside. Ravi did not talk about his recent experience with Maya. He felt at ease. As the evening went on, the rain went on pounding as if it was angry with earth for some reason. By 10 pm he stepped out to the porch and was surprised to see that the water was at the porch and he was not able to see the small grass patch in front of his house. He sensed the porch bulb flickering. At that point he felt things to be really going bad with this non stop rain. He thought of the rain water drain and made a point to talk to the association, with whom he had never connected. He checked his car lock and then stepped back into the house, locking all the doors. Maya had ensured that the kids were tucked well in their bedroom in the first floor and had headed back into the living room on the ground floor. Ravi was in the kitchen making a coffee for them. He loved his late night coffee which he had got addicted to for the past three years now. He gave a cup to Maya and sat down on the sofa watching the news. News as usual was about things that never bothered the common man in the country but with sensationalisation every time. He was switching channels to see if there was anything about Chennai rains, but that did not seem sensational compared to the stupid clips being played over and over. Five mins later Maya asked Ravi "if he heard something unusual". He turned the TV mute but could not hear anything. At that moment he felt his feet wet. He looked down and looked at Maya asking if the Kitchen sink was open. She rushed in and found everything in place. She could sense that the water was coming from somewhere else. She looked around. By now Ravi was curious too and he looked at his main door and realised that the water was seeping in through that. He rushed to open the door. The moment he opened it, a gush of water rushed in. With lots of difficulty he could slam close the door. Water had entered his house and was seeping through the gap below. Not sure what to do, he told Maya go to the first floor, she insisted to stay on... Maya freaked out saying water was coming in through the kitchen door too... Now water had spread all across the ground floor like a carpet cover. Ravi put all his DVDs and surround system on the sofa and started to move up on the stairs. As they both moved up, the electricity went off but he knew that the DC will be up and running any second now. They waited as the seconds turned into minute, Ravi was slowly feeling the panic that he had inside the car. "My Car!!!" Ravi freaked. Even before he could take a step forward, Maya held him saying "not now, let the water drain off. I am sure, this will go away". In the darkness he thought that was a better option.<br />
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They headed upwards as they could hear the kids calling for them. They got into the kids room and stayed there. They kept talking to kids and to each other as what would be happening below. Ravi said we can check it in the morning. In the darkness both of them slept off along with the kids in the same room. Ravi woke up and checked his pockets for his cell phone but then he realised that he had left his cellphone in the ground floor. He scrambled for a torch that he had never used. It had been lying patiently there in the cupboard gathering dust. He fumbled on the torch switch, which was not willing to switch on. He yanked it and at last there was light. He headed down towards the ground floor. He could hear the gurgling sound more clearly and now he was feeling tensed. As he reached half way down, he saw that water was already 2 feet in his living room and the steps seemed to be disappearing faster under water. He felt scared, in the darkness he stepped back not sure what to do... He went back into the kids room and woke Maya up quietly. He told he what the situation was below. They both stepped out and watched what was happening to their beautiful house while feeling helpless. Maya reached out to her phone and checked the time, it was 4.30 am in the morning. Day light was still away!!! Maya thought for a while and left to her bedroom, she pulled out a bag and put in some of their clothes and also of the two kids. Ravi asked what she was upto, she stated it is a feeling if the water comes up at least we could have some for a change. Ravi did not argue with her as he was more lost in a state of shock.<br />
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The minutes were horrifying to wait, they could not sleep. Ravi could feel that the rains have abated for a while and now there was a mild drizzle. By 5.45 am there was a little bit of light, and he rushed towards the balcony to make sense of what was happening. He was shocked at what he saw and stood by the door of the balcony. He felt as if he was on a boat with water everywhere. He had a helpless feeling. Maya came behind her and freaked out... she could see cars floating on the road right in front of her house. The next thought was where is their car and how would it be. By now, Ravi had reconciled to the fact that, save ourselves and survive. This is not an ordinary day. The next biggest thing was hunger, what will they eat and their kids... They had to hold on... Fortunately the rains had stopped but the water was gushing out with ferocity in front of them. If was as if they were staying on the river banks. Ravi saw a lot of his neighbours for the first time. All of them started waiving to each other and asking about their physical well being. He was responding to them but they all were worried. As the day wore on, the food being less they were managing with some biscuits and the water bottle in the kids room that Maya had brought last night. Every hour was agonising and the feeling of helplessness was becoming stronger. None of them could come down or move. The only solace was the balcony as someone or other was there on their balcony. They were trying to call for help. Some how to reach one another. The kids were getting hungry so somehow he and Maya asked for some food help from their neighbours. With what ever they could manage to get, they fed their kids. They stayed hungry with nothing much to do. The evening was more agonising as it was pitch dark and the torch light was also dying. The kids slept off hungry and Maya could not bear the helplessness that she was felling. She broke down and wept hard. Ravi was clueless. They had tried to reach out to their friends asking for some help. More so, food for the little ones. But so far not much that could be done.<br />
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The second day by 6.30am, Ravi could see someone coming towards their streets. He was stunned and it felt as if someone had chocked him, his voice could not come out. There was some noise from the neighbours. Hearing the voices, Maya had come out onto the balcony and started asking for food too, with a hope. The boatsman had exhausted with what ever he had by the time he reached Maya's balcony. He said in a very calm voice, "Ma, don't worry help is on its way. I will come back soon with food and milk for your kids." It seems eternity when after 2 hours the boats man back again. He had given some food and milk for the kids. He turned around and was about to leave, when Ravi pulled out a 500 rupee note to give him. The man said, "Sir keep it, I do not need it. Take care of your family". He had made 8 more trips that day with many more unknown faces who had food and some bedsheets to use. Ravi had put his hand forward when ever there was a need. Now more shamelessly for his kids and wife. Maya had not been sleeping. She would be looking at the ground floor with fear of the rising water and the other was the anxious eyes searching for some food and freedom.<br />
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The next day, as the water started to reduce there was hope of getting down into his ground floor.. Ravi was stunned by the impact. There was still knee deep water but everything of his beautifully decorated house was destroyed. The sofa was on top of the music system. The new gas cylinder was floating around... more so, there were fishes everywhere. He ran up with tears in his eyes. Maya understood that the house was in shambles... They heard some announcements happening outside, and realised that the association members on their big apartment complex are asking them to come out of their houses so that they could feel the dry places that they have arranged in the nearby school. Maya was in a state of shock. Ravi was no better either. They got their kids and the little bag that Maya had got ready on the first day and got into the boat without any questions. They wanted to get out. As they moved out and came to the school, they were given new mats and bedsheets by their neighbours.<br />
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They had a proper bath and got to a corner of the school room. Ravi had put forward his hand for food. Maya had clutched her kids and slept off knowing that they were far away from water and were in human contact. She had not slept properly in the past three days and slept off.<br />
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Ravi ate the sambar rice that was served to him. He ate as if this was the first time he was seeing food. He broke down and wept like a kid. What use was his BMW, Villa, position in office, bank balance, foreign travel when all he wanted was a safe place for his kids and a three time meal for them. All of this was just his ego which was of no use when he really wanted. He made a resolve then and there to start connecting with people, helping others there and support in what ever that he could do.<br />
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He had just stepped out of the corner to go and help in the cooking when he heard Maya yell, "the water is coming up... Ravi help!!!"... Ravi ran back to her and hugged her, trying hard to comfort her...<br />
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It is two weeks now, they had gone back to their house. Cleaned it and trying to settle things. But still Maya has the fear of water gushing in and was finding difficulty in sleeping. She would wake up every now and then and check with Ravi "where am I??" Has the water come into the house??...<br />
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This Chennai Floods has brought in many of us come close to reality and the real meaning of life....</div>
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Where am I?? A question that the Maya kept asking every 2 hours...<br />
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After so much of struggle and having come to big city, Ravi wanted to make it big. A dedicated employee and had been a fast tracker all his life. If one had to look at his resume one would be stunned by the kind of growth and roles he had performed. He had always felt good about his growth and spoke about it often. He had been married for the last 10 years to Maya and have two wonderful kids both school going. With his hard earned money he had brought a villa at one of the posh and leading builders on the Old Mahabalipuram Road. The villa was slightly on the higher end but he could not resist his temptation to buy it. It very important as both Ravi & Maya as they loved to host small parties and to have a good social life this villa was perfect and idealistically located. He had taken a loan on 80% of the property cost and has been paying EMI religiously for the last 4 years. He was eagerly waiting to pay up the EMI. As time moved on he brought a BMW X3, which was now one year old was his darling. Well life was good and their other plans were building on. As the year end neared his plans for the much awaited family foreign trip was on. December was the month of holidays that this family of 4 eagerly awaited for.<br />
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It was 1st Dec'15 when the rain pour had started very early, rather it had started pouring on through out the night and early morning saw no stoppage. Well it was a big day at office for Ravi as he had some major deals to be finalised and was eagerly awaiting for its closure. He had rushed off to office by 8 am, inspite of Maya's insistence not to go. She was not feeling too good because of the rains and also wanted Ravi to stay and work from home. Well his X3 had ensured him reach office in luxury and quicker. It seemed to be a bad day for Ravi, the deal results were not out and the final results were getting postponed by another week. He was furious and was becoming impatient like the rains outside, which was pouring without a comma or full stop. It had been pouring continuously for the last 12 hours now. To distract himself he had poured himself into the activities and plans that he had kept aside. He had noticed that most of his colleagues had not come to office. He did not bother to call them, rather was more happy in the work he was into. It was 2 pm and he felt hunger pangs. He had not bother to look at his cell phone which was on the silent mode. As he got up he realised that there were 6 missed calls from his wife. He had ignored all her calls. As he called her back, he could hear a feeling of anguish and scare. Maya again insisted for him to come back as it was pouring outside. He said that he would leave in a while and be home and not to be worried. He did not check on the rains post that.<br />
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Finally at around 5.00 pm he left his cabin and headed to the car parking, as he found the office to be rather empty and everyone was running away. That was the point he realised what a mess it was outside. It was dark and rain was pounding earth as if the heavens have opened up with anger and frustration. He hurriedly made his way to the parking lot in the basement. There was 1/2 feet of water there. He cursed the admin folks for not having pushed the builder to make better water draining arrangements. He got into the comfort of the car and played the music as the engine came to life. As he got out of the office parking he was invited by table tennis ball size water droplets hitting his windshield and the intensity of this was real high. His wiper blades had come to life the very instance and were running a 100 mtr sprint on the windshield. As he got out of the office and took the left onto the main road, he found that his car was wading through 2ft water. He remembered to make a quick call to Maya and tell her that he had started. She rattled out that the roads were bad and he should hurry. He cut the call and tried had to focus on the road. At Sholinganallur as junction he pushed his car 3 ft water and he could here the engine struggle as his car exhaust was trying hard not to let the water come in. Ravi kept pushing the accelerator on a rated flooded free road. At last after having come to the Junction close to Sathybhama college he took the right to get closer to his home. House was hardly another 3 kms. He found a no water patch and was glad that now he would reach home soon. No sooner had he finished his thought he saw that he was facing a sea in front of him. He was wondering what happened to the road...<br />
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He now on his mental map and GPS that showed him the road. Having pushed his car for another 300 mts, he realised that he could not feel the road. His cell phone rang and he knew it was Maya. He put his car speaker on. Even before Maya could say anything, Ravi started asking about his kids and what she is planning for dinner. He did not want the surrounding impact him in anyway. Now he was more determined to reach home, and he never wanted Maya to feel panicked at this point of time. He said to her that he will be there in another 15 mins and cut the call...<br />
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To be continued.....</div>
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Chennai, (I still love it by the name of Madras)... a growing modern city in India, has been my <i>karma bhoomi </i>for the last 16 years now. In these 16 years I have struggled and there is a constant struggle to keep pace with what my desires have been. A fight to always be on top... In this struggle, I have least been bothered about what is happening in my surrounding. It has largely been with me and my family. Life had been good!!!<br />
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They say, life is a leveller and a great teacher too. Like in Avatar, all things are interconnected. I do feel the nature does conspire around you to teach you and bring to your face what else you are missing to see the purpose of this life. The rains that lashed in waves after waves in the last few weeks, brought this whole city onto its knees. I could not be kept away from that. When the lakes and ponds surrounding my apartment complex breached its banks, water gushed out like rivulets with its intense ferocity... The night was calm as I happened to stay in a higher ground apartment. The next day morning as I took out my car to go to my office I was shocked by the magnitude of destruction that has happened. So many people have to leave their homes and move away with just themselves intact. My couple of attempts to use my usual road was pushed back but I being I, wanted to still make it. The statement was, <i>"What nonsense, I have an office to attend and my life was dependent on that".</i><br />
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Well somehow in the afternoon by 12.15 pm, I started in a taxi along with a friend of mine who was equally eager to go. To top it up we had a courageous taxi driver in his Indica who was eager to make the first buck of the day. Our first main road attempt ended in cops saying to turn around. Well we were a stubborn lot and wanted to make it through. After the being part of the slow moving crowd realised that there is a 4 ft water ahead. We could not anyway turn around as there were many more stubborn heads like us... :) Finally our guy halted for a few seconds and then hit the accelerator and waded through that 4 ft water. I almost freaked out but the guy did a fab job of making us reach the other side. Oh Boy!! I thought that it was all done now, least realising that there was more to come.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75;">Water expanding <br />across the road</span></i></td></tr>
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Well having reached by 1.15 pm, I started to focus on my work. Well that did not last long as my focus started drifting to the window pane which was getting darker and thunder clouds started to play beautiful music... I ran to my friend and started to edge him to move on. Well finally by 5.30 pm we started. Without any transport or any cab that we could not get from Ola or Taxi4sure, we decided to walk the 5kms back home. As we started to walk back, through the back road of Sholingnalur SEZ there was a good samaritan who was equally eager to reach office in his WagonR. He gave us the lift through the back gate.. well less that we knew that we were actually getting into the dragon's mouth. Wohoo... as we stood at the back gate of the SEZ we saw a sea in front of us. Well, a peculiar human tendency that when pushed and that too with strangers with you.. you tend to push yourself more. Well our wonderful person drove us right up to his office which was next to his entry point of the SEZ. At that point we had to get down into the water.<br />
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After profusely thanking him, my friend suggested to remove our shoes but then realised that we have no clue where we were stepping and on what. Better to sacrifice the shoe than our beautiful feet... There we started walking in 2 ft deep water. Our brave decision was being questioned by our own self after having walked 500 mts from the office. Now desperation took over, as the coldness took over. As I started heading towards desperation, my courage took over to look out for options. That is when one of the Wipro bus driver was about to leave the SEZ with his bus, I could only ask his permission to get in. He did not even blink once to say, "Do not worry, step in.. I will drop you on the way". Well our happiness had no bounds. Having jumped in we now had to be patient to reach home. As the bus rolled out of the SEZ on to the road next to the lake, the realisation dawned that it was a very daring step to even have thought to walk. There was 4 1/2 ft of water. The bus literally inched in the water at a steady pace keeping close to the median. I could not differentiate where the lake was and where the road. It was the median that made me feel that we are on the road. It was a scary scene. The place that used to be filled with birds and a beautiful life today looked like a murky brown sheet of death. Water had covered in every inch of the land as if saying this is my place and let me feel it till I can. One could feel that the road had taken a big battering and with vehicles coming from the other side on the same road, the displacement of water shook the huge bus... After the struggle for 20 mins we covered the distance of 2 1/2 kms and reached our cross road where we got down.<br />
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While getting down, I handed this humble driver 50 bucks which he was not even expecting. I just nudged it into him thanking profusely. As I got down, I was feeling so grateful to the lord in that bus and the cab friend who gave us a lift. Humanity comes touching us in many ways.. but the most humbling fact was that <i><span style="color: #741b47;">"Nature is a leveller and does tell that you that all are equal.. care for one another and you will survive".</span></i></div>
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The
laughter, the wild gesture of this women playing in water, the giggle of the
other women, it was really contagious.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It
was the day when the sun was out in Chennai after the torrential rains that
have lashed out in the city flooding. The heavens seems to have opened up and
the city was submerged with <a href="http://www.eco-business.com/news/chennai-rains-break-multiple-century-long-records/" target="_blank">290 mm </a>of rains in one day. It was a harroing time
for me to drive back from my office back home to my safety net. My car had run
through knee deep water on the main atrial road connecting Sholignalur and Medavakkam.
As I was making my way through the water, there was only a prayer for my safety
and the safety of car. I was oblivious of the others who were behind me. As I
reached home, I was in a state of shock as to what I had crossed. The night was
restless and the eagerness was for it to be over. Could not bear to hear the
pounding of the rains on the tin roof of the adjoining appartment. The next day
as the clouds started to clear, there was a happy feeling and the eagerness to
see the sun. It was such an irony to be waiting for the sun in Chennai which has
got a lable of being a hot city. As the news started flowing in, the
realization dawned that I was in a place which was a lucky hole of bei<span style="text-align: left;">ng on a
dry ground. But my neighbours were not so lucky, there was neck deep water and the
sound of distress everywhere. Within a couple of days the rain Gods being
merciful, and the downpour being less my friend Wasim and I went out to see
what is the situation around. The worst part was the loss of connectivity and our
cell phones being just mere boxes without any signals.</span></div>
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After
having gone driven our two wheelers across some of the difficult stretches
where it was difficult to state if there was road or only holes we reached out
to a place which has been in the media for the last few days. This place has
been in neck deep water. The folks near by had people who had brought villas
worth crores. Their houses was in absolute shambles with watermarks still
visible to have touched ¾ of the stilt. Thankfully that day, the waters had
come down and was crossed the villas and reached the slum development board
area. This place we could not dare to take the Activa any more as the water
level was high. We decided to walk through. As we went deep into the place, the
water started rising and we both were in stuck with the intensity of the impact
that has hit the place. Most of the houses and shops had locks and did have
signs of people having left the place in a hurry to safer places (I suppose).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: purple;">The watermark shows how much water<br />this place has seen...</span></i></td></tr>
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As we walked further where we could see young guys trying their luck with luck
with fishes in the stagnant waters, some of them were jubilant too as they
seemed to have caught a few. There was signs of team work too, as few of them
got together to cast their mosquito nets to catch fishes. There were streams of
water that were gushing out of the streets before meeting the main road. Those
openings had a good current enough to push a small child out into the open lake
which was 400 mts away. As we waded through that part carefully, Wasim and I
started to talk about what kind of relief work that can we done here and we
were thinking for getting food and other materials that we could collect and
give it to the people here. All of sudden, something caught my attention and
then I realized that there was a lot of giggle and laughter just a few 100 mtrs
ahead.<br />
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And
I was like, wohoooo… now this is a twist in the tale. There were many ladies
who had come in from their appartments and were having a holy dip. There were a
couple of ladies in their Nighty who had put their head against the stream
current and were floating. They would bob out their head for a while to gasp
air and then again go in. Oh boy!! They were in a delightful state. The other
ladies who were around them were getting ready to have a bath and wash their
clothes. A little further we could see a whole community of people who had come
down to wash their clothes and have a bath. As if this was not enough we saw
young men and women brushing their teeth in that same water. Cleaning themselves
up and their vehicles too at the same time trying to fish too..</div>
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This
was a contradiction to what we had been thinking as they would have been
marooned and in need. When we caught up with some of these people they started
saying that the sight was bad a couple of days back where water was running
upto waist deep and there was no support that the government or any one could
come in and do. While today, they were finding ways to limp back and they have
found ways to have fun and enjoy. Yes, a lot of them have lost a lot but then
one does not get this kind of water everyday so have fun and enjoy as long as
it lasts.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As I walked back, I was lost in the fact that the need keeps
changing with time. And the human being is resilient. He would crib but then
survival is such a strong instinct that he will bounce back and find his way
through wether one gives help or not. The question that I was left wondering
was, So when does one say that it is a need for him or her? And how would one
keep a track of the changing needs of people in such a calamity to help them or
I may get really later and have spent the money and effort just to know that it
is not the need any more at the time of serving them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>हर पल में ज़िन्दगी बदलती है । </i><br />
<i>हर पल, हर पल बदलती है॥ </i><br />
<i>में बदलूं या ना बदलूं। </i><br />
<i>यह पल बदलता है॥ </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>हर पल की नज़ाकत को समझ। </i><br />
<i>उन लम्हों को एहसास कर॥ </i><br />
<i>पानी की तरह बहता जा। </i><br />
<i>अपने उन पलों को समेटता ज॥ </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>हर मोड़ पे एक नई पहचान बना। </i><br />
<i>हर रिश्ते में एक नयापन ला॥ </i><br />
<i>छोड़ चल अपनी परछाईयों को। </i><br />
<i>समेट ले उस नये यादों को॥ </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>कुछ ख़ुशी के पल देता जा। </i><br />
<i>उन ग़मों को भूलता जा॥ </i><br />
<i>एक खटै मिठास सी सुरुवात है। </i><br />
<i>घोलता जा अपने उन नये पलों में॥ </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>हर पल में ज़िन्दगी बदलती है । </i><br />
<i>हर पल, हर पल बदलती है॥ </i><br />
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But I search for answers.<br>
Unknown to what I know,<br>
Struggling to find a meaning for life.<br>
For my destiny is fixed,<br>
And I carve out ways and means to reach.<br>
Hope to find the peace my soul already knows!!!</p>
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How am I remembered??<br>
For I would no longer be there to feel.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Yes, you may feel for me.<br>
But,  I would no longer know that pleasure. <br>
If you feel for me now,<br>
Do say it and be with me in action and thoughts<br>
Without any action or expectations, <br>
I would know how much you mean to me...</p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I kindle the love for self,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Far away from the current state.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Deep far away into the wilderness,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">off from this crowded madness.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Shedding of the shackles,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">that have tied me down to these nothingness.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ever flowing in a pristine state</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">tendering the valley with Compassion</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Spreading the sheer joy with selfless succour,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Competing with nothing but winning everything.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">With a sole destiny,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to meet with the big ocean down the valley.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
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Have always been fascinated the way, the fishermen throws the net in the water to catch a bounty. The view of them throwing either standing a little away from the shoreline or from the boats / catamarans in the early hours of the day is mesmerizing for me. Always used to think of how easy it is make that throw and grab the fishes, till the moment I myself grabbed one recently.<br />
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I happened to be at one of the inner connecting road between OMR (Old
Mahabalipuram Road) and ECR (East coast Road) where there are lots of
migratory birds. I had taken my camera to shoot these lovely colourful
birds. That is when my wife and I met Prasanna. A driver by profession
but a fisherman to fill his spare time and make some extra money. <br />
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He said that he has been catching fishes for the last 3 years and found
it exciting. When we met him, he had already done one round of throwing
his net and getting the first catch of six good sized fishes. We got
excited and asked him, if we could try our hand at it. He was spirited
and said why not... Little did we know then, that he was having fun at
our expense...<br />
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Well, though it seemed fun but he was a good teacher... he taught us how to wrap the net around our fingers and then the arm. Once that was done, he spread the lower open end of the net around the left arm and a good part of the lower end in right hand. My wife tried and then she very eagerly asked me to try.. I was glad to repeat the process. As I was doing that, I asked my Guru Prasanna,<br />
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<i><b>Me -</b></i> What is the weight of this simple looking net?? I am feeling a small pain in my left arm..<br />
<i><b>Guru -</b></i> Sir, not much, just 4 Kgs.<br />
<i><b>Me -</b></i> What!!!, I feel like I am holding 10 Kgs or more...<br />
<i><b>Guru -</b></i> No worries sir, you will get used to it...<br />
<i><b>Me - </b></i>Yeah, so true... given the burden we carry every day back from office!!! <br />
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<i>Anyway, my freaking ego that I could do this simple thing was burning too hard to douse. More so, my wife was enjoying the whole show standing behind (Cursed male ego!!)</i><br />
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Once having tied the net around my arm, I slowly stepped into the cold cold water. I could well feel the muddy slippery base of the water bed... Thanks to National Geography (magazine & TV), I was thinking about the world of worms and germs that would be seeping in through my feet into my biological system and what all would happen. Damn!! those momentary few second, I also imagined myself in the hospital bed... I snapped out as my Guru told me to release the net. After steadying my feet,I threw the net as hard and as far I could.. Splash!!! wow, i could throw if 2ft away a 4 kg net. My Guru then said, Sir!! You should have released the wire too.. oh!! goodness, I forgot the complete release..<br />
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Anyway, two tries later, I said to him politely, "Boss, you are the guru, please carry on". My hands were aching by then and I got behind the camera to get back to the business that I was used to.. But, I loved the new experience that I got!!! It was kwel...<br />
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Realized, what may look easy only comes after lots of practice... Those fishermen on Catamarans must have got their skills too well grooved, one to balance and second to make that throw on their shaky platforms!!!<br />
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Well at the end, I did what I always do the best, ate the fish that my Guru had caught. <i>Yummmm</i>...</div>
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As the plane halted for disembarkation, heard the sweet voice of the hostesses saying it being safe to switch on your cell phone and get back to the chaotic lives of the city.. blah.. blah... A few mins later my attention was grabbed by an over excited mother (I think speaking to her kid, after having spoken to her family member of her arrival and plane being landed) on the cell phone a few seats away from mine. I was captivated by the communication that went on:<br />
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<b><span style="color: #20124d;">Mother (M)</span></b> - Tell me my sweetheart, what do you want.... Don't be shy, tell your mama..<br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Child (C)</b></span> - Ice cream <br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>M</b></span> - "NO", it is raining and cold out there <span style="color: #4c1130;"><i>(I peeped out of the window, to find a clear sky and wondered the city being cold!!!)</i></span>.. you will catch fever, no no..<br />
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<b><span style="color: #20124d;">M</span></b> - Tell me what do want, don't be shy my sweet heart, tell your mama.. she will get it.. tell me...<br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>C</b></span> - Chocolate<br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>M</b></span> - You know, you should not eat chocolates, it is bad for health and teeth. You should reduce it.. No No.. not good for you.<br />
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After a few seconds of silence..<br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>M</b></span> - Tell me sweety, what do you want.. your mama will get it <span style="color: #4c1130;"><i>(Mothers can be persistent.. I must say!!!)</i></span><br />
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<i>I think the child was confused by now as I heard only silence... more so, thank God the crowd started to move...</i><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>M</b></span> <i>(now on a hasty note)</i> - Don't be shy, tell me... Ok, will buy some toys and come.. ok... now bye, see you at home.<br />
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The mother got up from the seat and started to move, that is when I saw the lovable mother had a toy box in her hand for her sweet heard kid...<br />
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This got me wondering..<br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><i>At Office - The management asks us through various surveys what the employee wants but ends up giving what is decided. Is the Mother also replicating her stand at home.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><i>As Parents - are we raising the expectation and then spoiling the dreams that our kids could have had because of our raising expectations. When they get used to breaking of their dreams and getting what we have for them, at a ripe age we then ask them... "Why don't you dream and achieve it??".. Are we being fair to it..</i></span><br />
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It was a momentous truth that seemed to have hit me.. also, on second thoughts, <span style="color: #4c1130;"><i>are we playing our parents, or we being ourselves...</i></span><br />
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What seems small for you...<br />
It could mean the world to me.<br />
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What you call insignificant..<br />
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What you may not care for..<br />
I could die if, I did not preserve it.<br />
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What makes you happy..<br />
could make me wonder why!!<br />
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What you chase..<br />
It could never be mine.<br />
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We may have shared a path<br />
but, my destiny is mine!!<br />
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You have loved your path and life..<br />
Trust me, so do I for the path I chose in this life of mine!!!</div>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uxYu-f_Dgpw/U8FySaNxTWI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/ccpiu9ltGKQ/s1600/Book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uxYu-f_Dgpw/U8FySaNxTWI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/ccpiu9ltGKQ/s1600/Book.jpg" height="400" width="265" /></a>केहता रहा सबसे ।<br />
खुली किताब सा हूँ मैं ॥<br />
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पर वज़न इतना।<br />
की उठा नहीं सकता कोई॥<br />
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कोरे से कागज़ पे।<br />
सफेद स्याही से लिखा हूँ अपना कच्चा चिट्टा॥<br />
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अल्फ़ाज़ इतने उल्झे ।<br />
कोई इक कड़ी भी समझ न पाए कोई ॥ <br />
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चाहता हूँ बार, समझे कोई ।<br />
पर हर कोशिश पे, अपने ही सन्नाटे में सेहम सा जाता हू।<br />
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असर इतना खुदी पे।<br />
की हर कोशिश पे, खुद ही सील देता हूँ खुद को ॥<br />
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ऊमीदे की लहर है, बदलेगी मेरी सोच।<br />
खुदी को खुद ही समझ लूँ में कभी॥<br />
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हर कोइ अपनी ही लड़ाई में आगे है ।<br />
पर हर पल सोचता है, किसी और से आगे बढ़ना है॥<br />
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दो पल कि जिंदगी मैं ।<br />
अपने साये को पीछे छोड़ने कि कोशिश है ॥<br />
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है चाहत खुदसे तो, पूछ लो अपने ज़मीर से।<br />
हर पल उसके वक़्त ने क्या चाहा है॥<br />
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हर बार पलट के येही आयेगि।<br />
तू है खूबसूरत, उससे भी ज़यादा खूबसूरत तेरी ज़िन्दगी॥<br />
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खुदी को ले ढूंढ, आपने आप को पहचान ।<br />
उसी में खुसी है, न कोई बैर ना लड़ाई।<br />
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आपने ही लम्हों में, खुदी को जी लेंगे।<br />
अपने इसी खुसी में, जिले आपनी ज़िन्दगी को ॥ <br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><i>मैं ढूँढता रहा ज़िन्दगी में रंगीनियां और नयापन।</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>पर भुला सा बैठा खुद के चले पथ को देखना ॥</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>मेरे इस पथ में इतने मोड़ हैं ।</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>जितनी हसीँ के ठहाके छूटे, और ग़मों कि आंसूं निकले ॥</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><i>कितने सारे रिस्ते जोड़े ।</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>कुछ छूट गये वक़्त के साथ, तो कई गड़ गये मेरे संग ॥</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>जो छूट गऐ उन्हें भुला न सका,जो जुड़ गऐ उन्हें याद न किया ॥ </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><i>ईरादे कई किये, कई सपनों के संग।</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>वक़्त ने हर बार किया मुझे दांग॥</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>कुछ में इरादे थे पक्के, पर कोशिश था कम॥</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>कुछ गऐ छूट, तो कुछ रहे अधूरे॥</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><i> हर बार सोचा कुछ करूँ नया या अलग।</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>लाऊं कुछ नयापन अपने में।</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>भूल बैठा कि हर सोंच में, मैंने एक नया इंसान को देखा।</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>एक नया नाटक बनते और बिगड़ते देखा।</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>हर लम्हे में एक रंगीनियां और नयापन देखा॥</i></span><br />
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<i>My mind runs amok,</i><br />
<i>like the wild horse without any reins.</i><br />
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<i>It keeps seeking for the new horizons,</i><br />
<i>without any fear or guilt of loss.</i><br />
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<i>Trying always to set me free and make me soar high,</i><br />
<i>like an eagle in the clear blue sky.</i><br />
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<i>For my soul seeks no boundaries</i><br />
<i>breaking all the shackles of my fear.</i><br />
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<i>Wanting to burn a lamp in the windy meadows,</i><br />
<i>yearning every bit to brighten my day.</i><br />
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<i>With all my energy that i could share,</i><br />
<i>Oh! my friend feel me rise, with every breath that I take.</i></div>
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