Beauty of life

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Morning was beautiful and so was she.

 

Sun started ascending from horizon and was descending winter’s shivering. People were coming out of quilt and were moving towards accomplishing their day to day task. A puppy in the corner was making some sound, possibly crying whole last night and was now deep into sleep, unaware of what is happening around. Mr. Gupta, who was passing by in his ambassador on the way to his office saw him sleeping and moved on. Whole day in office, Mr. Gupta kept thinking about the days that were of his childhood.

A kid was playing with his friends in his sticker-ed shirt and longer than his size trouser which again was showing its disability to hold on from tearing for long. Evening, when he reached back home, saw his parents seating on the only mat in the house laid down on the ground. He saw them happy and out of curiosity demanded to know the reason. The answer that followed made that kid even happier. They have got a kilo of rice in donation from the village head as it was the Birthday of head’s only child. This donation guaranteed a full meal for a day to the family or half meal for couple of days for the family. Next two days, they felt like a king and enjoyed to the full, but then the father of the kid was aware that this gala is not going to last for long.

Kid’s father was a farmer, though with limited land piece, but was able to live happily because of hard work. One fine day, kid’s mother fell ill and they had to take her to the nearby hospital. The illness of the mother continued and ate up all the resources, lands that the family owned. Though, the mother recovered but that left the family with no land to cultivate or to earn their livelihood from. Family had to depend on others for their living. Father did try to get some job but given the condition they were in and also the place, he was left with no option but to blame his fate.

Despite all the hardships that the family saw or faced, father never let the kid stay away from the education and always stressed upon him being dedicated towards the education. Kid, although was studying in the village school running on government funds, but was very sharp and intelligent. Village teacher who used to take tuitions for the village kids, used to teach him free of cost, given his economic status.

Days passed and the kid appeared for Board exams and passed it with flying colors. He scored more than anyone else in the village. This achievement got him rewarded with a scholarship till his graduation. Days seemed to be changing for the family. Kid was now a boy and he moved to the town for his higher education. Scholarship amount was enough for him to survive. Additionally, he started taking tuitions and the earnings from that helped his parents to live happily, if not royally in the village. Years passed by and hard work paid off. Boy applied for Civil services exam and cleared it in a single attempt. He was now an officer and had all the royal services at his fingers. HE got married to a nice girl from good family and now lives with his parent and wife in a government bungalow.

You have a call from CM, Gupta Sir. Someone shook him from behind and Mr. Gupta felt like he is suddenly been pulled out from dreamland. He attended to the call and left from office immediately taking half day leave. On the way, he looked for that puppy crying whole night and took him along to home. As soon as he reached home, his wife asked, surprised, so early, Puppy? What is the matter? Mr. Gupta asked her to relax and then explained her why he brought the puppy along. He took him home for that he know what the pain of being resource less is and feel the wrath of nature with nothing to shield. For that he knew what actually being poor is.

His wife, who hailed from a good family could easily see how emotional her husband was and accepted the puppy whole heartedly.

 

Evening was beautiful and so was she.

Foeticide is good !!

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Regular morning with bright sunlight and escalating heat once again dawned over the village of Ramapura, a small area with roughly 20-25 families living in. It was small in terms of economic condition of residents as well and not just in regards to area and population.

But, hearts of the people was not small despite of the poor condition. They were all but careless about the upbringing of their kids, but of the male ones only. Girl childs were not spared a thought even of being sent to school or to feed them with at least basic nutrients or diets required.

Rudali, a poor little girl, part of a family of the same economic stature as others, was no exception to this system. Aged 15, she was always the first one to wake up in the family after her mother. Her daily routine included: brooming entire house, collection of cow dung and putting​ them to make cakes to be later used as fuels in home and then helping dad milk the cattles. Post brushing and bathing, she used to get her first meal, breakfast. Breakfast never failed to remain same in the form of breads cooked last night and left over along with some salt and mustard oil. But yes, her mom used to hand her a glass of fresh milk every single day, but wait. It was not for her to have, but for her brother to drink before he leaves for school. Yes, brother was a school going student, parent’s moon of the eyes.

Same parent who always thought their son to be the real gem and daughter to be the jewel of someone else’s house. Poor people, they didn’t know normally people see jewels and decide how good the jewellery is.

One fine day, once Rudali was done with her daily tasks, was sitting alone and quite in the balcony of her home. She heard a sound from distance approaching near. Her curiosity drew her closer to the sound. It was a group of people performing street dramas to educate people on the issue of foeticide. They had a tagline – “Beti Bachao, Beti Padhao(save the girl child, educate the girl child). Rudali watched the entire episode with her parents right beside.

She could not understand much but the fact that, foeticide is bad and education helps eradicate such evils from the society. Now she was hopeful that, since her brother is going to be an educated lad, there will not be any Rudali further in this house.

Days passed by, years went by, Rudali was now married to a farmer in nearby village. She happened to visit her parents house once. She was very happy to be going to her own house after long.

She entered the village and neared her house. A guy was coming out of her house dressed in school uniform and a girl was collecting cow dung for cakes, was all that she could spot. Behind, her brother came out and seeing her sister​ come home, got excited and rather happy, asked both the kids to touch the feet of their Bua. 

Rudali, suddenly remembered all that she learnt from the drama, education eradicates evil. All she could think now was, Foeticide, is better.

Eyes : One relaxed and the other satisfied

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City on hills, dipped in the serene beauty of nature was Darjeeling. City known for the finest of the tea products.

Chacha !! Please ride faster na, I will pay you double of the actual fare, if you get me to the station on time, A man sitting on the hand rickshaw on the hilly roads of Darjeeling was asking the rider. Rider, though already at his max was trying to pull it even faster despite the fact that hilly roads were making it difficult for him to even walk with the load. He was literally running or at least was attempting to do so.

Pillion was to catch a train scheduled at 05:20PM, to reach his home and it was already 05:00 PM by the time he started for station. He kept pushing the rider to speed up the vehicle.

Chacha, faster chacha. I will miss the train otherwise. This is the last train. Please.

Rider, not for the extra money but to abide by his duty was already doing his best to reach the station on time. Sweating heavily, literally panting but determined and focussed, he kept pulling the rickshaw. Train whistle was now already very much within the hearing range.
On the way to station was the home of rickshaw-puller, a small hut with two compartments reserved for sleeping and making food respectively. The one reserved for making food strictly can not be called as Kitchen, because it was not, by any means. Not even if you search for the basics of the kitchen. His kids were playing in the dust and mud around the hut with their mom working in nearby homes to earn some to support the family needs.

Poor kids, they saw dad passing by. They had this image of dad stamped in their brains and not the one with calm and relaxing one because, they saw him like this more than in any other form.

But, rider has no time to think of all this as he had a duty to finish to earn food for his kids. He rode faster and faster. Now he was really running short of breaths. They were nearing railway station. Pillion was all but nervous, thinking about missing the train.

As soon as they reached railway station, pillion saw the train whistling to leave and he rushed to catch it. Good god, he managed to catch his train. He breathed deep and thanked god. Relaxed, he took his seat near the window,adjusted himself and looked out. Train left the station and a set of eyes were fixed on him.

He thought of waiving his hand to the rickshaw puller to thank him and then was that he realised, he promised to pay him double and here he is, didn’t even paid him the fare.

Eyes of the rickshaw puller never seemed to be complaining, rather they conveyed satisfaction, satisfaction of having done something good. Money, he knew was of essence but not bigger than the happiness of letting someone get what they thought they will miss.

Paisa badi cheez hai, par sab kuch nahi !!

Daily Prompt: Pillage

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Pillage

via Daily Prompt: Pillage

Life was smooth and simple for the Khan family. They had a farm land to cultivate and sustain their lives. They had no complaints as such from life, unless that day. That dreadful morning, Khan family woke up with the news of city being captured by extremists. But, what turned out to be the worst part is that, invaders were now running into each house and looting whatever they see and killing any individual they come across or whoever tries to stop them.

It was just a matter of time, that they will reach the part of city where Khan family was living happily. Family was not unaware of this fact, but shock of happening all this took them by surprise and delayed their measures to safeguard themselves and their belongings. By the time they started, it was already too late and invaders were well in sight and end was near. So, the family decided upon flaying and saving their lives first.

Mr. Khan, head of the family, knew well that what it takes to reach where they are from zero. So, he decided to stay back and safeguard his home with his life at stack. He was well aware that him staying back is not gonna make any difference, but attachment prevailed. He stayed back.

That day, Khan family saw everything being looted and the Head of the family being beheaded. Pillage, was something that they were unaware of till now, they saw.

Parents, love beyond limits.

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​Back to blogs,eh !? Yes, I am. So let’s start.
Disclaimer : These are completely my personal thoughts and need not be agreed upon.
Dear dad,
We are cared by or taken care of till we get married (normally/mostly) by our parents. PARENTS – essentially contains mom & dad. Now mom, being the first person we come across, is obviously and rightly the most important person in our lives. Correct !?
Now that we all are so aware of importance that our mom holds in our lives, let’s move to the very next person in the queue after our loving mother. Who else but dad,father pops, daddy. Name of your choice but the role, dude one can’t even imagine until u become one.
We all or at least most of us have a very strict or very discipline imposing image of our daddys, but did we ever thought what would have happened to us had we been grown up only under the loving caring and ever mistake ignoring moms ? Well, we could have end up being mumma’s son who plays around and who might not have become a true social animal (well that’s just my assumption, need not be true,but just give it a thought).
Most of the beatings and scoldings that we (at least kids of my generations and earlier) got were from dad and we use to have a virtual alarm set in our brains notifying us well in advance about the dad’s home coming time post work. What days that were !! Wow. But, ask me honestly or for that matter anyone of my generation mates, did we hate it ? Answer is: that time yes we did. But now ? NO.. WE CHERISH THAT.
A true saviour, superhero, if I can call him, who sacrificed every single joy of him, just to make sure we have what we need and also we are not going on the wrong path with what we get, by limiting the resources only to what we actually need. 
Dad, to me, is not the second most important person of my life, but he is equivalent to my mom and they both are far far ahead of any other Gods or goddesses that can ever exist.
Love you dad. MyOnlySuperHero. #Respect.
Your Son.

Pleasure of being mad

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​Well, my dad will always say this to me whenever such situation comes – there is a great pleasure in being mad, which none else but a mad knows. And I always use to think, what is he actually trying to convey by saying this ??
Does this make sense to you guys ? Do you guys have any idea about what this actually means ?
Well, answer of mine as well was a no unless one day, it actually came to my mind all of a sudden and the meaning of it kind of was somewhere seemed to be sorted out. So, this is what I actually understood of it(may be i will check with my dad once i meet him, but till then, here is my version):
We all are so much deep into the daily routine and the work schedule of ours, just to make sure we are not lacking any thing that might be required to make our lives easier. So, here is the catch. As a kid, we all wanted to be a happy person and lead a beautiful life once we grow up. But, be honest and tell me, is that so ?? Our easy and convenient life is what we always wished for, when we were a kid ? I doubt that !! Or, at least I was the one who wanted a peaceful and beautiful life. Now, just to fulfill our dreams or ambitions we try and go beyond what we are actually capable of, which in turn makes our life very stressed. But, since this culture of overloading ourselves is so deep into our society that we can’t even get away from this, even if we want. It takes enormous will-power and mental peace to get out of all this and lead a stress free yet beautiful life.
This will-power and mental peace is something which very few of us get to achieve. And those who achieve this stand out of the crowd. May not be very successful always but for sure very happy and satisfied than rest of the world. 
Now that I have said so much lets come to the conclusion.
Let’s see here a scenario which most of us can relate to – One among us is letting go off a wonderful opportunity he or she is getting just to make sure that he spends that stipulated amount of time with his or her family or on something he/she always has been fond of. What others around him or her will think ? Won’t they think that the person is a fool and has no respect for the things coming his way ? They will for sure. But, think of a broader picture now. That person by leaving what would have been a good opportunity, is grabbing the best moments of life and also making those who are dependent on him, feel accompanied and hence special. Now, you tell me won’t you choose best over good ? Was the person a fool who did so ?? Is he or she mad ??
I hope you must have got the answer. A person may seem to be mad if you have short-sighted view, but look at the larger picture, he isn’t. So, my Dad’s statement holds true. When we see them as mad, they are actually having fun in their own world of pleasure, which no one else but they know.
GoodBye !! Thanks !!

Prefer being anti social

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You know what is the worst part of being social ? People start judging you and giving you a label and also start defining your level. As if this is what they are being paid for or this is something there way to attain mokcha is. They bloody don’t even think once that they are no one, i mean literally no one to decide, what we are or what level we have. And this is not something that one person or a certain set of group does. This is done by every single person we ever come across, irrespective of caste, color, religion, region, etc.


What I feel like, when going thru such situation ? This must be the question that must be coming across.

Man ! Cut that crap. You are not eligible enough to judge me, and for that matter, no one is. Not just b’coz you don’t know me completely. But also, because, you are no one to do that. You are not authorized to do that, not by someone who is eligible enough to allow you, at least. So, please stop giving me this cerificate created by your imaginations, which are no where linked to the real me. Seriously, cut this crap guys.

What made you to get so involved, that you started issuing me a character certificate and defining what level I hold. Is it an action of mine, which was either provoked by a certain turn out of events or an immediate poke. May be, that is not what I am and was just the response to stimuli. You removing your hand while being pinched suddenly, is not what your nature is. It’s just that the situation demands that action from you and you did. May be, you never back off your hand when your loved ones need you to be there for them. So, this sudden or single action can define one. Neither you, nor me.

So let’s not judge someone on there certain actions and let’s wait for the real person in him to come out, if at all you are so eager to judge a person.

Also, may be, there has been an instance, where I wanted to show you what you are on your face. And you are not at all worthy of anything. This truth while was being told to you on you face, must have made you feel bad, and you must have made a perception, thinking that, I am no good or I am cheap.

You know what ? I don’t care. I don’t give a damn about what you think. Plain and simple, It’s none of my business. You are wrong, you handle it. You gonna tell that to people ? Please, go ahead and do it. Because, those who understands me, won’t believe you and those who believe you, are the ones whom I am least bothered about. Short and simple, stop getting bothered about what I am and what is my level, mind your own freaking business. I love what I am and needless to say, will keep loving myself. Your perception never had an impact on that and will never have.

Go get a life guys.

I prefer being Anti-social !! Thank you.