Saturday 29 March 2014


My second

The bus was fully crowded.I was on my way to attend seventh interview. In the morning I had went to the nearby Shiva temple and prayed. I actually was fed up of attending the interviews. Previous day I even had a heated argument with  dad. I wanted to start some business and asked him to arrange him some money. Dads advice was to start earning for ourselves and then do want all I want with money. I shouted at dad and slept without food. In my sleep, the devil and the angel argued and angel win. The angel consoled myself, yes what he told was right. I should try again. 

I started chanting some prayers. The next bus stop was the railway station and many stepped down from the bus. Luckily I got a seat. Can you please hold my bag? A man aged 60-65 asked. I readily agreed. Half an hour went by.  I woke up from a small sleep. I searched for the old man and couldn't find him. The bus now had so many vacant seats too. Oh, he has forgotten to get back the bag. I opened the bag to check if there was any contact no. Oh no, it was jewels approx 10 bangles and 3 chains all of Gold. I was shocked and didn't knew what to do. Nothing else was there in the bag. I started shivering. The bus was reaching a signal. I looked once again in the bus. No sure the man has forgotten it. Suddenly I noticed the old man was running towards the bus. He was approx 10 buses behind, he was looking at each bus and was running at the same time. Suddenly I heard the devils voice "This is the right time, Take this as the gift from GOD. Don't miss this opportunity". I closed his eyes and sat. The bus now has crossed the signal. Oh my God, what should I do? The best option for me would be to get down from the bus, take an auto and go back home, Yes I decided. I got down at the next stop. I reached the auto stand. I was tempted to take the auto and go to my home. 'No no and No'. I heard my critical inner voice telling me.  I was tempted again by the devil. "Don't loose this precious opportunity, yo will regret". I couldn't resist the temptation. I looked back again. There I saw the old man standing at the signal looking in all directions. The angel was telling, "You need to be strong enough to resist this and give back the old man his jewels."

I directed the auto driver to drive me to the signal. "Please check whether this is yours and everything perfect." I asked the man. He was weeping, he took the bag checked it and suddenly hugged me tightly. "Oh my dear son, how can I thank you? My younger daughter marriage is on next Sunday. I was back from the bank. Bus was heavily crowded and someone pushed out while stepping down. I don't actually know how to thank you enough." I could see tears rolling down. I told the auto driver to take him to his house. I took the next bus and went to the interview. 

The day ended with a thank you note to GOD.

Thank you God for giving me a very special day, Another chance to become a better individual. Thank you for making me strong.

Meanwhile  mom was  telling to dad "I was sure he will pass this interview". 

That day I felt I was strong, I felt God is always with me and I could feel the confidence. Yes my GOD is guarding me and he strengthens me. So believe "Everything is possible".

P.S: This is only a piece of fiction

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Monday 24 March 2014

Time doesn't heal all wounds

   Dear my son, to whom could I share
  The depth of the emptiness that surrounds us
  Who told Time can heal all wounds
  There instead are wounds
  Which only increase day by day

  We have only one question to the master
  Why? Why and Why?
 We are ready very much ready
 For the journey the very last journey
 With hope that we shall meet you
 As each day passes by we are happy
 We feel we are one day closer to you     

PS - This is my humble attempt on a poem. I read a post of a father who has lost his only son. The intention was just to imagine and  express  his feelings.  The bond between them touched me deeply.

Saturday 22 March 2014

Salt and Pepper

Salt and Pepper

It was Sunday morning. Meera woke up pretty late and switched on the radio. It was her birthday and she saw more than a dozen missed calls of Shyam in her mobile. She switched off her cell and sat in the sofa reading the paper. It has been exacly one year she talked with him.

What we are now listening is  a lecture by Dr. Madhumitha on 'Marriages - are they made in heaven'? Meera increased radio volume.

If a marriage is to be beautiful both the partners should have respect,love and  care.
Like two shakers of salt and pepper both of them are inevitable. Todays divorces happen because no one is serious in maintaning the love effects. The word 'DIVORCE' which was not known to our grandparents and not even common among our parents, has now been commom in 80% marriages. Egos, lack of care, critizing, unrealistic expectation all adds up to it.Make a councious effort to satisy your partners desires, you can see it gets reciprocated and it will be beautiful. It needs sacrifice, sharing, and selfless attitude.  If both partner does  frequent self-analysis and concentrates on correcting his/her own imperfections , then transformation comes and marriage will surely be a beautiful journey. When frustrations happens just relax relax and just rewind the good old days.

The lecture continued and Meera was rewinding the picture album in her mind. Their first meeting, the letters they mailed, the pretty lot of gifts they exchanged, the six month's wait peiod after the engagement.

She looked at clock and noticed it was noon. She switched on the mobile. There again was few missed calls from him and a message. You Are The Butter To My Bread and the breath to my life Meera. I can't miss you anymore. Shre read it again and again and tears started rolling down.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.