One more time
Just one more time
Turn back and look at me one more time

 Hold me one more time
 Just one more time

 One time that would last a life time
 Just one more time …

 In this busy life we often forget the joy in little things … the joy which we feel when a loved one looks back and says bye … the hug that warms our heart… the smile that makes our heart beat faster… the fact that someone is near us, their existence… and then one day it ends. What was there, we took for granted and then in one sudden blow it all vanishes and we are left saying one more time come back one more time …. Look back one more time … hug me one more time... please  just once …

Hope

Trust

Faith

Belief

These are mere words for some

But for some they are life

They fill their days with enthusiasm

They fill their nights with dreams of better tomorrow

They make their journey soothing

 Life worthwhile….

 “Pardesi pardesi jaana nahin…” hearing this song my attention moved towards little Anand. True to his name he sure filled the life of others around him with anand! He was a very active child who wanted to be the winner always. Whenever I would ask kids to sing songs, he would be the first one to break into a song and his fav being pardesi pardesi ... Confident, intelligent and a very bright kid, he would get annoyed whenever I would pay more attention to other kids than him. He would fight with rest all kids, get irritated, make faces, yet looked so lovable! 

He lost his legs in an accident, a very tragic one! He used to live in slum near railway station. Part time rag picker part time beggar, bad company led him into drugs at the tender age of 6! One day in a highly intoxicated state he came in front of train. Although doctors saved him but they couldn’t save his legs.

He was brought in children’s home and there he continues to amaze everyone with his ever effusing enthusiasm and energy.

He told his story to me with no regret. No sadness, no tears, he stated everything as a matter of fact. The thing that transcends his pain, his loneliness and his worries is HOPE.

He carries in his heart a HOPEfor a bright future.

A HOPE that everything would be fine

A HOPE that he would get new legs

A HOPE that he would be able to run again

A HOPE that he won’t have to go back picking rags again

A HOPE that he would go to school and become a bada adami one day

 He is the epitome of optimism and buoyancy, for me and many others who crib about their otherwise perfect lives…

There was a girl,

A very sweet but lost girl

Wandering through life

Unsure of herself

Unsure of everything around her

She was unaware of her own intelligence

Her  own charisma

People secretly admired her

But no one would say

And she wouldn’t know

Coz she always looked out

She always tried to get assurance from outside

But that no one would give

Someday if someone smile at her and say good things she would be happy

Excited whole day

While on some other day when someone would be rude

She would be sad and blue

Life was going on

And then one day she stopped

Stopped for good

What is this life in which everything depends upon other’s reactions

For how long she could continue like that

Always seeking assurance from outside

She looked inside deep inside and laughed for all those years

She didn’t realize that all world’s  beauty is inside her

She is everything and yet nothing

No approval is required other than her own..

She laughed and laughed..

From that day on she was a changed person..

Whenever she came across a sweet lost girl she told them the same

Look inside deep inside and laugh..

Coz u r the happiness u r wat all u hav been searching for..

So hey! Stop and look inside..

Ps: A friend of mine has posted this thought of mine in his school library and many young students are liking it :)

Riya

"Oh my god! It can't happen to me. No! it's the last day of my life. Shit I will never ever be able to meet my love again.NO. My whole body is full of nausea, I can't bear it. I can't believe he has got hold of him. No god please help… please please.I can't shout or shrug him away, this might anger him and he may not let me go".

 Riya was so terrified to even look down and see where exactly his hands were pressing her. She was breathless and motionless out of fear and couldn't do or say anything when the man whom she fondly refered as "Esteem Wale Bhaiya" squeezed her breasts. She just felt a pain but was finding it hard to believe that he was doing it to her. They were neighbors; she just came at his house to see his wedding photographs.

"God I shouldn't have trusted him. How could I land in this situation? It can't be happening to me. It happens only in stories in Femina – other people NOT ME NOT ME NOT ME."

Their eyes met for a brief moment. Her face had grown pale. He was leading her towards bedroom. She followed him quietly and suddenly took a right turn towards the door that could bail her out of this ugly scene.

"I am not feeling well. I am feeling nausea" she told him and tried to unlock the door. He tried to stop her but then threw his hands up in air with a total disgusted look and said"Pata nahin yaar" and turned his back. She opened the door and ran out.

"Stop you can't run; if someone finds you running what they will think. Walk fast; thank God thank god for saving me thank God for giving me this new lease of life. Thank God"

She entered the safe confines of her home and ran up directly to her room. Locked herself in her bathroom and cried and cried for hours together, even though God saved her, even though she was thankful that the man left her to run and didn't do any physical harm but she was shocked. Although she could not see any physical injuries but her psyche, her heart was badly wounded that day.Something had changed...

"Why did he do that to me? Why did he make a try on me? I always thought him as a brother and a good human being? Just because I laugh and I talk how he could think that I would be party to such a thing!!! I am bad. I am not good. It's my mistake. People think such bad things about me. I should die. I can't trust anyone."

The once bubbly Riya became sad and withdrawn. That day kept haunting her. Somehow this feeling that she is responsible for what happened crept in her mind. She thought of herself as unworthy of love and all the good things life had to offer. Her teenage mind could not understand anything and made her hate herself more by each passing day. Trusting people became difficult for her and she would remain alone most of the time.

That incident of hardly 5 minutes affected her life in such unimaginable ways! 

 
Esteem Wale Bhaiya

Makes a call to his friends, jokes about the encounter with nasty little neighborhood bitch, cooks up stories about how wonderful she was in bed, laughs, watch a movie and forgets it all!

They say they are right,

They say you are wrong

Whom do you believe?

They say it’s good for you,

They say it’s bad for you

Whom do you trust?

The inner voice is quivering,

World is shouting

Whom do you listen?

They will keep saying,

Inner voice will die out

Whom do you want?

Listen to your heart

Before its too late

For tomorrow may not come at all

World will remain, views will go on

Only you won’t be there to listen on & on…

These mindless chatters

These useless hellos

These worthless greetings

These plastic smiles …

These branded clothes

These latest gizmos

These senseless get together’s

These shallow friendships…

This favor bank concept

This hip hop culture

This mad race to win ...

This fakeness

This artificiality

This craziness

This emptiness …

Everything yet nothing!

For how long a person can do these things to be a part of crowd, a part of corporate world?

For how long who doesn’t can survive?

She is a waif to this world

But to me she is an angel

Demure and yet rebellious

Weak and yet strong

Stronger than any child of her age

Sharp, intelligent, beautiful

Without a roof over her head and yet secure

Laughs heartily

Giving strength to others

She is kumkum

A sweet 7 yr old kid

My fren :-)

I first saw her in reception cum medical room. She was getting dose of her daily medicine and a reprimand as well for not wearing her mask at all times. I smiled at her and she smiled back. I had instant liking for her. Once she left the room, Preeti glanced up at me, I told her that I had came last week and had been selected as a volunteer. She added my name in Butterfly’s volunteer’s register and left me in a big room full of children. Kumkum was the only girl among all those naughty kids. Naughty they were, but all of them suffering from one or other disease and yet they could not stop chattering and laughing and running around! Their age and sizes varied but there were certain things common to all of them: homeless orphans and all suffering from one or the other disorder. Kumkum was suffering from TB, although she had crossed the main hurdle but had still not fully recovered. She was a brave soul and had lost both of her parents to this disease. Despite the strong medications and injections that she would get she would always smile, such bravery at a tender age of 7! Being the only girl she was constantly teased by boys and she would keep fighting them off like a warrior. I would visit her every Saturday and we would spend time together, she would hug me and sit on my lap for hours together. I really loved her. In one such moment she came closer to my cheek to kiss and fearing that she was suffering from a communicable disease I moved back. But then I saw her eyes, she was so innocent so full of love and she really wanted to kiss me, in that one moment I overcame my fear and let her …

But I think the child sensed my hesitation in that moment as she never became that generous again!

The most beautiful thing in this world is a child’s sweet kiss which she gives of her own; I got it and yet lost it…

Love

Enchanted

Mystical

Magical

Serene

Enigma

Oceanic

Some of the beautiful words... words have a power of their own…

A negative word breaks heart

A broken heart a broken soul

A broken soul a broken life

Gloom all around!!

A beautiful word

A smile

A new hope

A fresh vigor

A lease of optimism

Happiness all round!!

Such is the power of words that we use everyday…

The more negative words we use for ourselves and for people around us the more it impacts us adversely…

Upbeat

Buoyant

Cheerful

Positive

Affirmative

Blissful

Encourage …..

Taste this elixir of positive words n feel the magic they rub on u and the others around u

J

First impression is the last impression..

I don’t think so..

Whenever I meet people I feel they are good

Innocent sweet honest just like me ;)

And then as we progress further I realize it’s not true

And then my behavior changes ..

Simultaneously the people who were under impression that I am good

Start noticing these changes and start feeling that’s untrue..

Hahaha

I change coz I feel they have changed

They change coz they feel I have changed..

And this cycle of love hate goes on..

Until one day we realize that there’s no need for us to form impressions of people

The moment u trust ppl u befool ur ownself as other person is unaware that u trust..

Everyone is insecure and behaves the way they feel is best for the moment..

So forget these impressions that cloud your mind…..

And enjoy the bliss that acceptance bestows upon us..

And relish the flavor that our differences bring..

So when do u know its love?

When u know lift is not working and u go all the way down to lovingly bring her up in your arms

When u know she is not carrying her umbrella and u go all the way carrying an umbrella to pick her up in heavy rains

When u always give her window seat though u too love it.

When u don’t have coke with frenz ,saving ur pocket money , to have coke with her

When u cancel going out on picnics to be able to talk to her for few minutes.

When hearing her voice transforms you in another world

When you start learning salsa because she loves it

When you start playing guitar just to play her favourite song

When she is not there people tell you that u r talking like her

When your choices start mingling with her

When u think of her always

When u cry when she is not around

When u can miss anything in life but her

When u r together for hours but it seems like seconds

When u r truly happy always walking on air…

Yes then u know that u r in love

Love that once touches you

Makes u truly alive ..once its gone still keeps u alive with the magic of those sweet moments..

Ah! Love that sweet feeling of being in love…