Ramblings, wonder, expressions, words, prose, memories, stories from the heart, this is what my blog consists of, I speak from the heart and want to share with the world some of the words that go on to form something people would be interested in reading!
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’
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
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
“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.
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.
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.
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
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 onmy
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.