Friday, September 13, 2013

People Always Leave......

No matter how many promises one makes of staying with you forever, they leave. People move, go on to do great things, achieve great things wishing they were beside you when they achieved those, but they don’t’ come back.

We all belong here to complete the tasks we were sent here to do and in this infinity meet people along the way- their purpose in itself is to act as catalysts, some who help us in finishing those tasks, some who stops us from achieving the tasks and some who we can share the journey with before reaching the destination. But in the end they all leave, even though we wish that the relationships we form along the way could be infinite, there’s always space for someone else, and people always leave.

Sometimes filling the empty void becomes easy while most times it remains what it is an empty void- a deep dark empty tunnel winding down in our hearts, the keys to which rust as time passes by and even though the tunnel remains vacant enough for someone else we seldom make efforts to let “others” in, hoping those who left will come back one day and the empty dark tunnel will be lit up, but hey people never return.

 They never will, once you  leave there’s no looking back, there’s no waiting around, the earth revolves and the sun and the moon shine bright, giving each day a tiny glimmer of hope that tomorrow will be better and  they will stay with us, but people always leave.

When times get tough and we look to our side waiting for that hand to hold us while we’re vulnerable only to realise that the promise made to be in each others’ forever was well just a few spoken words cause that person left never to hold us again, though they always will in spirit.
So what’s the one thing you would do or say to the one leavin? Goodbyes the worst thing we go through no matter how strong we know we are, and no matter how much we would like to stay we all eventually need to leave.

“So as I see you walk away
there’s only one final thing I’d like to say….
“stay”, stay we will run away,
stay we will fool destiny away,
stay we have unfinished conversations,
stay cos’ I long for affiliation,
All I ask for is you to stay!”

People are always meant to leave.....

PS- Dedicated to all my friends, who I am leaving behing, I will miss you.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Cry Me a River

Of all the things we are made of,
of all the things we want to be…

Don’t cry,
cause you didn’t make it,
and even with your head held high you couldn’t take it.

Don’t cry,
cause you were the last one who knew,
and it made you feel like a chance you blew.

Don’t cry,
cause you were not strong enough, not capable enough,
and you were not the chosen one.

Don’t cry,
cause the audience left before the curtains could be drawn,
remember there is always an early dawn.

Don’t cry,
cause you couldn’t get up, couldn’t fight for what was yours
many a great people became men with battles lost.

cause you are too strong to hold it back in,
cause sometimes speaking your mind seems way too harsh,

cause you found a shoulder and now you can cry some more and open up,
cause it’s a part of the struggle, a part of life,
cause it’s the greatest leveller of all humankind.

cause that was the first thing you ever learned and entered the world doing,
cause the mighty skies also growl.

cause you have made it big, cause you have fulfilled your dreams,
and cry some more when you have found someone to live it with….

cause you will get a better perspective in life after the tears have worked their magic,
cause your heart will be light after the emotions lose all the tragic…

Thursday, July 4, 2013

When you’re down!

When the world around you seems merry
when everything you want, seems to be on an uphill clearly

When you’re down, nothing seems to work out,
when the end of the tunnel seems too far along,

When the cross roads lead you to one dead end,
when the keys seem to only lock the door and when rains don’t stop to pour,

The clock winds without repair, and the world goes round without a care,
when happiness you’re unable to trace, life only seems to be of despair!

When the slightest fall looks like a big push,
and nothing seems to work for the good,

When you’re down and the miles seem to grow,
when you’re burned out and the solution seems to be the problem,

With every stair that you climb and no floor insight,
with every page you turn the story seldom unfurls!

When you’re down and out and believe is something you’d rather not,
a glimmer of hope that once tinkered now completely lost in its direction towards you,

when the music fades into noise and  when things don’t seem to look up,
“this too shall pass” is what they say, but they fail to wear your shoes and with each passing moment hope you lose!

And when the dawn breaks and with it new hope awakes is when you’re up and about and the adventure begins again!

Sunday, June 2, 2013


A deep sense of regret
the feeling I would never forget

In the times spent
and the times wanting to spend

the dark alleys of emotion light up
as I prepare my heart with caution

the spark that tinkers in the depth of the heart
the rush of emotions that erupts when we part

the harsh realities that seem to overtake the saga of life
when in the end all we do is strive!

This day seems to be a cruel joke
for this is how a fair deal broke

As we took those steps together
destined we were to move away further

Although life has handed us a fair deal
your time is all I would want to steal

Tomorrow seems too far away
today counts as time wasted anyway

So as I see you walk away
there’s only one final thing I’d like to say….
“stay”, stay we will run away,
stay we will fool destiny away,
stay we have unfinished conversations,
stay cos’ I long for affiliation,
All I ask for is you to stay!

Thursday, May 23, 2013

The Winds of Bergen

 A small town nestled in the hills of Bergen, all curvy roads lead to the small lake in the heart of this paradise and it’s here that love blossoms and grows into a beautiful flower with a long stem full of thorns- a characteristic common in all love stories, each flower unique with different fragrances that inspire other flowers and give motivation to blossom, to stand the test of times and to kiss the sky.
 These sun kissed flowers envelope the harshest terrains and add colours to your life, one such flower was sown by Eirik-his is a love story straight out of a Nicholas Sparks novel.
  Eirik was 5 years old when his father who was in the air-force and was posted in this quaint little paradise, he had seen almost all of Norway, and each place would capture his heart with unique diversity but there was something about this town that was extra-ordinary and his life was about to change for better or for worse. Having all the privileges of a good life style, love , great environment , there was one thing that was lacking –other humans his age, friendship-something he didn't know existed, thanks to his homeschooling and his mother’s over protective nature that sometimes translated into over empowering, never really giving him a chance to explore the real world on his own terms but to believe everything she told him including what he saw on T.V to what he read in the news papers, his world was like that of Jim Carrey from the film ‘The Truman Show’, but it was only her love, the fact that she wanted him to enjoy only the good things in life and not be made fun of, due to the polio he suffered from, she was reluctant to put him in school due to the fact that a school is a place where young boys are always on the run pulling pranks, he wouldn't fit in, he will always be the last one and that would isolate him , he was a gifted boy, he used to practice music to keep himself busy and music’s what gave him inner peace but this was all about to change, magical things were going to happen.
  He was in Bergen, where the clouds and the sun play hide and seek, the mist covers the beautiful greens dotted along the rockies that lead to the most peaceful waters, it is here that he would spend all his evenings taking inspiration from the surroundings and dedicating verses to his muse, one day he saw the reflection of what was possibly a girl as if extending a hand of friendship to him, the nearer he went the winds seem to have taken her away from him, not paying much attention he continued admiring the sun set and captured the vivid colours of twilight in his heart and with a deep breadth went back home. This became a routine until one day when he followed her shadow into the forest that led to a light house, a whole new world of amazement stood before him, there she was smiling, inviting him in, ‘I’m Aria’, not having dealt with people before he didn’t know how to react, so he went back hurriedly, pondered over it the whole night, went to his mother to seek advice but was put down and not allowed to go to the lake for a week.
 But soon a week passed by, he was getting anxious and couldn’t wait to go to his favourite and the only place outside he was allowed, also hoping somewhere deep down ‘she’ will be waiting, he waited for quiet some time but no shadows, he decided to follow the path and go to the light house instead, he could see a dim light piercing through the small opening and falling on his feet, little beeds of sweat trickled down his face as he took the steps and he could hear slight sounds emitting from inside, and there he saw what he had never seen in 15 years of his life a group of girls and boys all his age, a dash of silence took over the tiny, now defunct light house and there was Aria with her friends who went to the same and the only school in the town and would come here often to practice for the inter- state school band event that would bring the winning school a cool 10K and scholarship to train in music, their only  chance of making it big and going to  Bergen to be stars, which they already were in their school but the town didn’t take them seriously if they knew they were practicing for this ‘western culture’ they would have to deal with serious consequences and so they went underground and would practice here, her friends were reluctant of him they didn’t get along well, dealing with so many people all at once was a big deal for him too, 6 months had passed since then they were all friends, along side was love brewing between Eirik and Aria call it teen-age hormones  but it was a small bud blossoming into a big flower, it was only 1 week before the ultimate face-off but as destiny or the winds of this town would have it the lead singer fell ill, their only hope was Eirik, he’d join in the jam sessions since music was what gave him inner peace and decided to make him their lead, but it wasn’t as easy as replacing a cherry with a straw berry on a cake, they would have to deal with his mother, he would have to deal with people in general, the town’s wrath and the fear of them being right gave them the cold feet, but Aria went to her principal who was very supportive and the one to enrol them for the competition, but the 1st rule was that kids had to be of the same school, they had the biggest task before them to convince Eirik’s mother to enrol him in the school, the principal was willing to consider this special case knowing that he was a gifted boy, God knew no way to control her anger when she came to know what had been happening behind her back and confined Eirik to his room forever, she could not fathom sharing her boy’s love and attention with others, the town celebrated the school’s and the young ones loss and dashed all their dreams. During holidays , Eirik and his mother shifted to the neighbouring town , Aria meanwhile started preparing for her university entrances and applied to many foreign universities, they had kept in touch all this while via mail and exchanged love notes just like the olden days, she got her acceptance letter from London School of Arts and he was dealing with the loss of his mother, all alone out there not having an iota of knowledge he took to music and started teaching at the local primary school for a while.
  It’s been four years, Aria is an Arts historian Major and Eirik is a music composer at the fim industry, they both decide to take this a step further, and decide to meet at the same place, he goes two days before her, and prepares a sumptuous meal, designs an itinerary for her, it’s  a changed town now, with a cafe that holds concerts and amateur music events, the wind is still the same, this rose tinted town is now more of a fuscia coloured cultural hub, with neighbouring town people coming here to celebrate the music fest held every year on the 10th of Jan the very same day 6 years back where there would’ve been the ultimate face-off and the man behind this is none other than Aria’s principal who resisted the back lash of people and made this happen.
  The day was here, he had asked her to meet him at the light house directly, the weather that day wasn’t good and people were asked to stay home fearing a cyclone and heavy showers , but he was way too eager to pop the question and couldn’t wait, he saw her coming near from the peep hole just as he was preparing to get down on his knees, one of the hinges of the tree house he’d built next to the light house where they’d have dinner later gave away and due to heavy rainfalls the previous night the soil was wet and she slipped and the pillar knocked her unconscious on the floor, he came running down she had a huge smile on her face happy to see him, and there she lay in his arms and her last words ‘few are lucky to go to heaven, I found mine in your arms I can peacefully go now, see you up there, I’ll be waiting and watching over you, see that shinning star? Well that’s me, won’t leave you that easily and I lov.....’ before she could complete the winds took her away, and this love story never really had a happily ever after, not many are lucky to have the one’s they love with all their heart by their side at all times, but the winds of Bergen still take Eirik back to that place, it’s been 40 years since that night, and Aria was and still is the only one for him and he keeps going back to that place every night, like they say some flowers never die.
   Some love stories never have an ending and as the saying goes in this town Bergen happens to receive the most rains throughout the year because it’s these incomplete lovers who dance till it rains up there and the winds of Bergen have a magical aura and something one has to experience to feel it, certain things cannot be described due to the sheer magic that leaves you speechless.
This town has a magic pot filled with many such Eirik’s and Aria’s love that captures ones heart as soon as they enter the town, it’s small towns like these that have all the essence of love, magic, excitement and passion that the world only read in fairy tales.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

A letter from Life

Life as we know it, is the single most priceless gift anyone could receive or give. in life there comes a time when you question your very existence, what is the sole purpose of you being here?- the one question many a great saints have been seeking the answer to. While some go on to achieve nirvana others fall short of just one final piece of the puzzle. Of stardust and wanderlust, infinity and gravity, deepest oceans to highest peaks enlightened by the sun, illuminated by the moon forms your life. Your unique identity, it is what you make of it that takes you to that place you were longing to go to. It is in this race of going ahead with the past memories that we start disvaluing the present life itself . Your life is now, living in the past with thinking only of the future is the greatest sin in the highest courts of justice, serving sentence by not living your life is what eventually everyone ends up with.       The glint in your eyes to the grin on your face, life has covered a vaSt distance of this geographical escapade. Away far away in the deepest of thoughts I ask, why won’t you let me serve you my master? Your wish, my command, make something happen, something worthwhile, something legends will talk about? Down in the alley of your mind you ask ‘life, what have you done to me? What have you come to?   This hand was never served to me in the gamble of life when you chose the road always taken.    Few lives go down the beaten road, to live with satisfaction till the gates of heaven embrace those lives.   And yet we live the un-chosen lives, what others unwise have advised- ‘why take risk when you only have one life with so much to strive?   Jive to the unknown risks, life is but a walk so brisk, up and above, down and below find your life’s calling for it is always waiting-no hold, no engaged- lo and behold it is here your life is while you went in search of it.    It is the shadow that leaves you in the dark,  it is life you hold on to for that little spark.   Preaching about me to someone while breaching my trust, though the contract never stated any clauses on this, but impeachment you shall face.   I gave you everything while asking for 1 thing “live me”, how far have you lived up to this while pursuing all vanity?   If finding my purpose was that easy I probably wouldn’t have been such a mystery, having lived till 21st century who would tell these souls?-but I was always holding their hands.   Being taken away from someone has never been joyous but it is only then that they remove the blindfolds and truly see my meaning.    It is I who has been your constant love, your unsuspecting companion, that you never really valued, but we shall meet soon, probably for better or for worse, hoping you would know me, live me.
Signing off.
Your life.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

A Glimpse of his Silhouette

And there it was, a glimpse of his silhouette….just as I put my iron down looking at the chirping birds outside who brought him back to me!
Though only for a minute, it felt like a lifetime of happiness, it felt like a void being filled. It feels like yesterday when we went to the boat house and sat by the calm lake for hours staring into the twilight of the sky, watching the world go by!
From all the letters exchanged to all the sleepless nights endured, we couldn’t wait to share our stories with the world. He was a travel journalist and would always discover Panama to Peru and would take me on his amazing journeys with his beautiful narration.
    Going by the lake and describing his travels to me while I would pen down the words based on the picture painted by his words, he was born blind and was part of a program for the differently abled run by “The Society” a well-established national daily, and I being the associate editor was assigned the task of this quarterly column, of course his travels would be different from the rest of us, which was the purpose of this column, to offer our readers the world in a different view, to experience the world in a different way, the world seemed larger than life it seemed to be the beautiful oasis inhabited by beautiful people.
It was a once in a life time opportunity for me to chronicle his travels and put it out there for everyone to “see” from their mind, be open to a different take on life, he discovered Egypt as the land built by the mighty, nestled and protected by the Gods of love and war.
 We saw Bhutan as the land far far away built by the flora and fauna and the sweet scent of pine.
We saw no colour, experience the language of humanity, savoured the delicacies of love. We discovered the streets of china by crispy tickling fare to the streets of India by the sweet and spicy fare. We felt the culture of politeness and humility of humbleness and civility.
At first we were vary of people not taking to such posts, but slowly we got a lot of people from across the world requesting to cover their land, rediscovering their land, people started hosting him and entertaining him.
This led to him travelling almost 6 months a year and discovering many many lands. He was the new Columbus, one day when he was travelling to one such land (I also did not know what places he went to, the editors made all the arrangements and since I was chronicling his travails, they did not want me to know about his whereabouts to keep the posts as authentic as possible, and I would know about the place only after he narrated his experience and the name would be revealed in the end.) he was reportedly gunned down in a local mafia gang war.
After being on medication for over 24 hours and with no progress his life gave in. There was a lot of anger in his fans when they were told what had transpired, his own world betrayed him, his own mankind betrayed him, the last few hours had been the toughest for him to see that the world was no longer that beautiful, that humanity had defeated him!
His travelogues were discontinued, while it took a while for me to get back to my daily routine and concentrate on  my other columns, and from the acceptance of the fact that the person I was slowly falling for won’t be there anymore to make me believe that there is beauty in the world!
I revisited those posts and tried to get in touch with all those who hosted him and wishing to see for myself the beauty I imagined in my mind and for others to read, slowly they all got in touch and agreed on hosting me, they took me to all the places he went to, all people he met and in the end each handed me a letter! A letter he had narrated to the hosts to give it to me, if in case he doesn’t make it back and I get in touch with the host!
I felt scared as much as excited and a deep sense of closure to have found something of him I can have with me for the rest of my life!
I however stacked them in a box, and decided to open them only when I undertake all my journeys. I visited India, China, Peru, Russia, Mexico, Egypt and lastly Cambodia. When I returned I started blogging of all the conversations and stories the hosts and he shared, and took the readers on an intimate journey of the confluence of different cultures. His fans started writing in saying how much they missed him, and yearned to experience the world differently.
I decided to open the letters one by one discovering how much he loved me, he saw the beauty in me the way he saw it in other people, the true inner beauty, he feared confessing this to me, thinking how could I fall for a person who is not perfect, while he saw the beauty in others all he saw in himself were the flaws which I saw as true gifts!
And just when I broke down, hating myself for not telling him how he made me fall for him each time he spoke! Maybe it was too late but I have the letters to hold onto, the letters where he asked every host to sign off with a dove, the symbol of pure love, and as I finished ironing out those letters and kept the iron down I saw a glimpse of his silhouette!
I continue to travel and discover new places as a travel journalist and chronicle the travelogue with a short documentary on all the places that I visit!

Tuesday, April 2, 2013


                  Diverisfy Reach Empower and Motivate

Cancer- though there are cures and survival chances more today than there ever were, is one of the worst diseases, it hurts even more when you know that I might not be alive tomorrow, living with this thought everyday and if they do come out victorious they are even more of God’s special angels, as they were bestowed with special powers to beat death and get a second lease of life, it’s like re-birth.
I hope reading the heroic memoirs of a few children here will make you feel the plight they go through, of course no one really understands the real pain unless they or their close ones go through it, but maybe to a certain extent after reading these wonderful, heart wrenching tales you could feel like what it is to be God’s special angels.
In one sense, these brave little warriors have lost their battle with the cancer monster. Yet in another sense, they have actually been granted the ultimate victory by being given angel wings.
7,000,000 people on this planet, and these are those few chosen angels by Him, each one with his own unique story waiting to be heard, to make their presence felt and to leave a mark on 6,999,999 people they shared the planet with.
With 7 billion people breathing the same air as you, sometimes all you need is 1 and when that 1 is the chosen one how would you feel? No one deserves what these children go through , especially when you look at those cute angelic faces who have just learnt to walk and talk and are already preparing to leave the world and all those people’s whose hearts they touched vulnerable with the assurance of never returning back.
When we all crib about those little things in life, like not having good clothes or missing the first day first show of a movie, hear out these stories and next time you would think 10 times before cribbing for something, for most of us life has been easy, with toys brought even before you were born, a cycle was something you didn’t have to ask for, new dresses on every birthday, education to make a good career on your father’s expenses, well you’d ask isn’t every child entitled to these ‘’luxuries’’ from their parents? Yes I’d like to call these things a luxury cause after reading the tales of those children these seem like luxuries fit for royalty.
It all happens for a reason and only time tells why is it that out of all those hundred sperms we won the race? We all have some or the other purpose here on this planet- it is up to you to be the preserver or destroyer of His creations of which He chose you to be a part of. Actions speak louder than words, your actions should speak volumes about you after you’re gone, sometimes He is giving you chance after chance to do good by keeping you on the other side He is asking you to come forward and help His angels , a fair chance to get rid of your sins.
1 life, 1 world, 1 deed- to lead to 1 revolutionary change, history has been testament to it- all it takes is 1 man and 1 thought to change the world upside down- weather you choose the Gandhi way or the Hitler way is up to you, but I’m sure we all are educated enough to know which path to follow and help those who need us, they don’t want you to feel pity for them, all they ask for is a little compassion and belief in them.
Yes we have big buildings, big houses, big offices, big hospitals what we lack is a big heart- to show compassion towards these angels, I feel privileged to have met these angels in my lifetime- open your hearts and get rid of any unwanted hate cause when you meet them, their love will overflow and your small heart won’t b able to contain it.
Want to know the true value of life? Meet these children and in a second you’ll know there is nothing in this world that is more worth than your life, I’m no preacher here, just an ordinary girl who realized the importance of life after meeting these extra ordinary people (angels), well no one has truly understood life’s worth otherwise that’ll make us all Gautama Buddha, but maybe if you can keep aside a few hours of your precious time aside for them and hear them out you’d get a little closer to attaining “nirvana” on life.
After reading these stories some of you might be touched shed a few tears, some might stack it up with other books, a few would go and meet them, I hope each person who has the chance to be a part of the lives while reading it out on the way to work or at night goes and helps them, value your life more and well these young children will be happy if they’ve left an impression on you and I’d be happy to have helped a few by immortalizing them  in this book, also if you could adopt any of their wishes after reading them would be great. After reading this book I hope one thing common that you all will have in your bucket list is ‘’to meet one such angel’’.
7 billion people and each has a unique story to tell, these are 9 of those unique stories and 3 of mine at the end of the book, each endearing in its own way. In these stories you will find inspiration, courage, and warmth. In these stories you will find frustration, struggle, and uncertainty. You will laugh, you will cry, you will get angry -- and you will probably find yourself falling in love with some precious children and young people from whom you will learn important lessons about life.
Interviewing them was very difficult, I could not hold back my tears but seeing their strength left me aw struck, the sheer strength they showed, at one point I gave up as I could not look at their plights but fighting back my tears with a fake smile while interviewing them, only because I want the world to get inspired by them was the sole reason I mustered the courage and in a choking voice took their interview.
Also the strength their parents showed was laudable, these here are the real heroes, who in the face of such plight smile through it all and have actually won the battle by overcoming all this with their smile, there was not one time while interviewing them that they didn’t smile and I wondered how are they so strong? And were all praises for their children, they were happy that someone had come to them and was asking about their children and would quip in every time singing praises like every proud parent and though their eyes would moisten up but they didn’t break down like I did , coming from far off places to this big city like so many do in the hope that this hospital will save them is also praise worthy.
This hospital has a make a wish foundation department and a toy bank department where we can go and give away our toys or adopt some wishes is a good thing and I hope you go and have a look at how you can contribute.

The world is our stage, He is our director, what are you waiting for? Let’s begin the show, give deep thought to each story I’m sure you will have a deep connection with some, each one has a different tale to share, they are waiting for their voices to be heard are you ready to lend your ears?

             A football legend he could be…..

Young Sanil Karambekar all of 11 years from the small village of Mahad in Raigad District of Maharashtra , has been in the hospital since 7 months. He was also just like any other 11 year old boy who loved to fool around , play, was good at cricket and football and active in all sports activities in his school, until 1 day when he was detected with cancer and his life changed forever.
His father Dattatray Karambekar who has been by his side all this time gleans proudly and says that he loved playing football and then one day due to cancer the doctors advised his knee to be removed, it was a tough decision but they had no other option and now he is left with just 1 leg and deemed him bed ridden.
He misses his school and friends the most and is waiting for the day he can get out of the hospital and go back to his town.
Besides football he also loves cricket and has won prizes in his school for kabbadi,( who says India lacks in sports?)
His proud father quips in to say he also plays the harmonium, more so with his hand gestures as he could not get the English word for it.
Even though it was after lunch and they were being injected with heavy doses of medicines and he was sleepy yet I could understand he was more than happy to share a few of his life stories with me.
He said he wants to meet Hritik Roshan one day and if It wasn’t for the operation he would love to dance with him.( an all rounder in the making?)
When I asked him if given a chance to ask 1 Question to the doctors what would it be?
“when will I get well”.
Talking to him made me realize that something as meagre as going to school and having legs and a playground to play on, something that we all grow up taking for granted is something someone more deserving than us, more talented than us, worthy than us is not able to have simply because of no fault of his .
When his father told me now he will never be able to play his favorite game ever, I broke down and it took me 10 minutes to get back to being stable, I could sense the sadness in his heart but he was strong enough to not break down, I still don’t know the secret behind that strong smile, it’s something not all are able to master.
Some might say they have become immune to it, but how much can one man take? Which father would be so strong enough to face the harsh reality that his son will never be able to walk again his entire life?
11 years- too young to go through all this , when your average 11 year old boy is running around this boy here being confined to the four closed walls of the hospital room with others like him, though he being the only one whose leg had been cut, with a small TV for entertainment is hard to come to terms with.
This was one young man and one brave soul that India has produced and after reading his tale India sure will be proud of him.
Do you feel for young Sanil here? Is there any way you can help him out, go ahead and do it, it’ll not only make his day but also yours, there are some things money can’t buy and in case of these angels your support and a little time you can devote towards them will be million times more than what a million rupees can do.

There will come a time when you believe everything is finished, and that will be the beginning.

to be continued.......