Course of Revenge

This is a story of Raj who encountered with a radical religious people. He has lost his family in communal riot. He is a college student and comes to home during the holidays. His entire world turns upside down in just few hours. He was only saved by the efforts of his parents when people come inside his home to cut others all. In attack, he loses his Father, Mother and a loving kid Brother.

He has come to home few hours back. He gets a sound sleep after tasty food and being tired because of long journey. Being in sound sleep he gets distracted with frantic hacks and screams of Father and Mother. Before he could understand or react anything attackers accelerates outside, and parents are covering him and his brother. All other cut by fighting swords and axes.

Being survived alone, he roams around the home thoughtlessly in shock. During sauntering he comes across a group of people and who provoke Raj to take the revenge. He accepts that idea keeping effectual consequences aside. These people rush hastily into the houses, so does the Raj. When he enters inside one house, he sees the scared couple. His companion asks him to attack them. He leaps in a second and steps back when he notices a small kid is hiding behind his Mother. He fingers, his parents would have done same thing. Their picture of struggle and screams flashes in front of his eyes. This couple is also saving their kid the way his parents must have done, till their last breath.

He could not step forward after that thin though of love and care towards family. His companions do not wait much for his action and tries to complete his part. But how could Raj allow this when he understood the core of what family is all about.

So, this story is journey of revenge which ultimately destines to a family love and care. He loses his innocent family and gets another one during his course of revenge.

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Rebirth

 

It is said that having a baby brings out a hero inside you at same time exhausts you to null. Most of all you feel as a star of your life. It actually creates a new selflessness when you hold the baby into your arms. But I have felt it very other way because it was not my baby.

It is really very strange feeling to talk about it and relish the happy and heavy hearted moments of life. That was the time when my own needs, ambitions and desires became trivial and secondary.

I was half happy and half hurt when I used to see him move, murmur, smile and watch standing near to him. I remember every other minutes lying near to him, holding his hand and believe me I never wanted and fingered to release that hand ever. There was such ample concern and profound attachment to be just aside him.

Talking to him without any reply, singing his favorite songs and being around him was not so easy even though there was huge power of hope, intrinsic need to protect and love towards him which kept me endured. I could continue keeping strong hope as well as lurch of efforts for months. Sometimes it was really hard to deal with the situation when he had to follow an essential treatment.

He is no other than my own Father and he was getting treated after Brain Hemorrhage. The picture was blurred when doctor said he may take months to recover. It varies from 5 months to a year or may be even more based on the internal power and response to recovery.

It was painful when doctor used to come and pinch him to wake him up as a regular test process. It was even more painful to see him suffering when doctors used to do the nebulizer thing which was used to suck out the waste from the mouth. Sometimes I even felt to ask doctor to stop and say, “Stop it now. Can’t you see it does hurt a lot?”

I was in office when I heard that he had a Brain Hemorrhage and need to operate at earliest. When I reached hospital next morning, I saw him going into the operation theatre, lying unconscious on stretcher. I was completely heartbroken but I had to be strong as a pillar in front of my family and had to be a strong kid of my Father.

I have experienced my Father from saying no words to first call my name “Abhi”. This happened after around 2 months of discharge. Everyone was very happy that he has called someone. My brother came running to me in kitchen as I was helping my mother and he said, “Papa has called you, go there.”

It was very inexpressible moment to see that he did not recognize me when I stood in front of him and my face was stranger to him. We were already told by Doctors that most of the things will get as like earlier but it takes time and most of all family courage is the backbone for that magic. The Doctors had also conveyed that, “He might get very aggressive or even behave like a baby but do not forget he is in a very fragile situation, so take good care of him.”

We were determined to keep happy and healthy environment always around. The thing I learned that, “One step of the Hospital brings the family closer and even sharpens the relationship which fortifies the bond in between.”

We asked many of relatives not to come unless he gets well enough to talk and move around. And another reason behind that was, I did not want to keep them asking and bringing the same thing like, how happened, where happened, what a tragic thing? There was lot more than that we were doing to bring him more close to ourselves and feel the real him as before.

But the thing kept me wondering is when all it will stop? He was with his Rayce tube which we had to take care of along with him. I could understand that tube was really painful, 40 mm outside and 60 mm inside from nose to stomach. It was essential and was the only medium to feed him. Out of irritation he used to pull out the tube and after that was added pain while reinserting it inside. He also was dressed over the head and folded covered with the band of cloth. He was not happy with that as well, so it was a troublesome for us to keep his hands not reaches any of it.

As the time passed, he started walking with help. He started calling me by several other names but had no face to it. Obviously, Mom was the first person who passed it correctly and I was last.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into the months and now he is doing all fine. This is kind of great relief and excitement to forward our lovely journey together and achieve what had planned together. But the experience would last forever in my heart watching my Father grow from seed to flourished tree after the fall season.

In nights, I tried not to cry when remembering my own pinching to him just to keep him awoke and active. Keeping him busy in activities like watching TV, reading paper, sketching with me, playing Carom and roaming around during day time was ultimately good for him.

Now, as I realized he is far better from when we started I could see the improved relation and connection with him, added beauty in the talk than I ever experienced which may be because of the dreadful event crossed over, fear faded away and gathered clouds of missing him rubbed out.

I felt a world I see now is in different shade. People near to our heart cannot be replaced. We still live everyday with bunch of people though they actually could not touch us. There is separate world within which is with this unmatchable surrounding, which is just filled with only near and dear ones, that is a Family.

We are very glad these days when we can see that the propitious day is not that far away when he will be completely fine. Thanks to them who directly or indirectly helped me to get through this.

My Father was hospitalized, medically treated and overcome but I actualize that me and my family has rebirth with added care and love towards each other. What else we expect from our life other than love around. It has revealed a fear of losing someone can be a genuine element of enlightenment for sake of someone close to us.

 

 

Happy Rebirthday Pappa!!!

Dream Walk: Course of Water

Adda can see clean aquarium-blue water, not so pounding onto the rocks while falling from the height. The water is as pure as like a skin of a new born baby without a smear on it and as clear as te…

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Dream Walk: Course of Water

Adda can see clean aquarium-blue water, not so pounding onto the rocks while falling from the height. The water is as pure as like a skin of a new born baby without a smear on it and as clear as tears of an angel. When looks farther it turns in diamond blue color due to the natural source of light which falls over it and due to colorful scenery around. The surrounded watercress rock adds a feel of shield to preserve water.

 

Bottom is as clearly visible as vision through a clear glass. Clean visibility to rocky bottom might misinform as absence of water. The small place is like decorated carefully with silver lining at its fringes which adds a hallucinatory quality to the view.

 

Adda sensed a view of waterfall is giving message to her. The calmed water felt on ground is like challenging to take a big leap in the sky and at a same time, the falling water from height reminding to be integral with bound ground while dreaming about an upswing.

 

She imagined water at height also telling her, an architectural quality you have, can spur you on to greater heights but at the very next thought of a still water expresses to stay the course even when you have achieved those greater heights.

 

Adda sees small fishes have gathered at corner where they are standing as a spectator of glassy water, gulping just a beauty of it. She felt them reacting ecstatically to her presence as they move back and forth to say a tender welcome.

 

Adda follows one tiny silver fish running with a flow of stream. She ceases walking when she looks at a very small stream falling like a waterfall but of thousand times smaller than Big Waterfalls. She felt this waterfall massaging in very other way than the Big Waterfalls. The thought of Thomas Edison reminded her of his great saying, “There is a great value in disaster. All our mistakes wipe out and now we can start all over again.”

 

She smiles to a beautiful and swallowing thought of her. The water flows to stream then river and then to a sea. It may even get vaporize before reaching there. It will turn into clouds then snowfall at mountain region where they reach to the heights and that is the course of this water. Adda looks at distant high snow covered peaks and says to the context water, “I know you will be there, one day.”

New Year 2017

 

During New Year celebration, at a bottom of heart, it is an addition and subtraction to the 365 days. Addition is in terms of the blissful, worthy, and remarkable days and subtraction in opposite. Comparing to remarkable days, opposite seems on heavy side. Everywhere is just me, mine and of me. Our hundreds of mistakes, selfishness, and envies are acceptable and later the real in us seems standing obliquely in front.

For one moment it seems all lost and distasteful whatever we have beautifully molded and strain fully earned. People we had presumed very lovable, to whom we held, loved all those days were with masks hiding malignancy. We start to jot down how much we let ourselves to betray by these very people and moments keeps stacking up. Then we start to convince ourselves that, “it is all right” and reject all our losses which offered us scars, one by one.

Why me, why should I be, why with me? An attentive wagon keeps running. Intermittently again starts cursing ourselves, why couldn’t we handle such superficial issues before flown off?

And then suddenly a smile that benign smiles glitters our face with a reminder, “it is all gone, just gone, and why to worry about it now?”

That smile turns into crafty smile which helps the Golden Crown on our head and whispers in ears very softly, “It is only because of you and now play COOL!”. And smile progresses to laugh, knowingly.

A generosity flows inside which conveys, “Nothing to complain now? Just face and tackle forthcomings”.

That’s it. Every other years journey starts for own, for own dreams, for own ambitions, for pecking own moments. Cycle continues.

Cheers for Every other Cycle, Cheers for this one and cheers for this Cycle RESOLUTIONS.

Now CHEERS, while having a MUG filled with imaginative mistakes till date to gulp all at once and with grin on face acknowledging this MUG will always be overflowing if not gulped at right time. 🙂 🙂

Wish you a very HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Memories of Rain

Today I was expecting to meet the Rain but unfortunately the eagerness faded away as the day has almost come to an end. This wait seemed very strange, the anxiety lead to unknown signs. The feeling…

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Memories of Rain – 2

 

I was expecting to meet the Rain few weeks back but unfortunately the eagerness had faded away. But now the wait is over, it came the same way as every year, with earthy smell, airy feel, green cover and of course full of gladden but still it felt different. Same natural, seasonal, and periodical behavior every year but it seems a very new way of its arrival. It brings the beautiful picture for the coming days.

Speechless showers of rain has cleaned the roofs of houses, dirty outlets, and filled the ponds and rivers, ultimately outcomes to stunning landscape, soft grass, natural flowers, and joyful chirping of the birds and insects. It would be an amazing experience to see the Peacock dancing in Rain, butterflies on flowers, beautiful color birds basking the change, and we there relishing the same.

But, sometimes this Rain takes away the hope and brings into eyes of Farmers because of its less or no existence sometimes destroys the surrounding with its ample existence.

The thought gleamed about such behavior of Rain while observing it from the window. This behavior seems unstable which is of course because humans, who had been intervening the cycle of nature and its course. But whatever happens, nature balances everything either by no Rain or loads of Rain and this is the course of it to keep the balance. I shook my head by this thought and next thought carried me to the base of Korigad Fort.

It was the trip with my colleagues from company dated July 7, 2012. We were 8 people named Narhari, Meenakshi, Jitendra, Snehal, Leela, Krishna, Rohini and I, started our journey from Pune to Korigad Fort which is few kilo-meters from Lonawala. The sky seemed like recently bathed and clean as just bought brand new car. The sky was with perfect blue with added rabbit white clouds having silver lining at the edges.

As we passed the Lonawala and continued towards Korigad Fort we stop by one waterfall and quenched ourselves thirst of drenching in water and believe me around an hour was not enough for all of us.

We continued our journey and reached at the base of fort by around 1 pm and planned was 10 am. As usual we were before destined time. We started the photo shoot using bike of unknown person as a prop, was parked at base of Fort.

The surrounding was foggy, cool, green all around eyes could see and the visibility was up to 100 meters. After some fun of photos, we decided to march up towards the top of the Fort. We also had agreed to be in a group and not to divide in our whole journey.

But Leela and Snehal broke the rule as they unknowingly chose different path. We could not locate them even after 30 minutes as Jitendra went back to track them but unsuccessful. Narhari was unhappy first, and then he suggested us to move forward and keep walking.

Narhari, Meenkashi, Krishna, Jitendra, Rohini and I were going as per plan. As we were climbing up the visibility was reducing meters by meters. The Rain was playing with us like Hide and Seek though we were completely drenched. We were missing those missed two because we were really unsure that they will reach to the top or they will wait for us at the base.

We kept walking, chatting, singing, joking and drenching. The visibility came to around 20-30 meters when we reached up to the half. We were discharged so thought to have some Bhutta and Tea or may be Bhutta and Tea was a reason for us to take the break. Girls helped the Bhutta guy for its preparation but gained no discount.

After a bit of supplement we resumed our journey. After some time, we were away from each other because of varying walking speeds due to the exhaustion. I have slipped many times and experienced others doing it too, because of the dribbling water which had lead to slippery trail.

Monkeys also accompanied us at some spots and delighted us with their tricks over trees and resting rocks with grown moss.

 

We were able to see the scenic view of the surrounding when we could as clouds and fogs also had started playing Hide and Seek. The hills full of green trees, tops covered with clouds and seemed the chirping of birds audible. We could not use the camera much to capture the views but surely eyes has those snippets.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At last we could reach to the top after many breaks and tones of fun and efforts as well. This is one of the hard treks around Lonavala. But we were so happy by thought that we will get something to eat at top after such huge sweat. Some time passed by and we remembered that Leela and Snehal are not with us. We thought to have a look around in search of them and we were surprised to see them relaxing at the edge of fort.

Snehal and Leela said, “We are here from almost around 20 minutes.”

We were half surprised half relaxed to see them joining us. The first task after reaching top was to get offered a good food as decided. So, we entered a nice restaurant and helped our tummies to get satisfied.

After our satisfied tummies we started exploring the fort site to capture the beautiful views. We astonished and felt astounded to see the big enough lake inside the fort. It was big enough to spread over 200 square meter and around 30 meter deep.

Air was too strong and Rain was proving its beingness intermittently. We were in clouds now and the visibility was just 10-15 meters.

The earthy smell kept vigor on to every one of us. Rain was the only reason that carried us there and held us together in our memories and filled us with those Memories of Rain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Memories of Rain — Wordage

Today I was expecting to meet the Rain but unfortunately the eagerness faded away as the day has almost come to an end. This wait seemed very strange, the anxiety lead to unknown signs. The feeling is like someone close to me has denied coming forward. At the same time the mixed feeling is saying […]

via Memories of Rain — Wordage

Memories of Rain

Today I was expecting to meet the Rain but unfortunately the eagerness faded away as the day has almost come to an end. This wait seemed very strange, the anxiety lead to unknown signs. The feeling is like someone close to me has denied coming forward. At the same time the mixed feeling is saying that, Is Rain new to me, us?

We all are meeting him, since we started to understand the significance and importance in our life and also its intervention. We first got acquainted with him with the song of “Rain, Rain go away” and for many of us “Yere yere pawasa, Tula deto paisa“.

 

 

In childhood the fun with Rain was somewhat limited to raincoat, paper boats and umbrellas. We used to envelop by the cheerfulness just by an inklings of the Rain. It used to be an amazing experience to sneak out of home from the eyes of scolding parents and elders. That had given an immense pleasure to take the Rain drops over body and running through small ponds, eyes closed and airy faith on steps. We used to pray for heavy Rain which ultimately as a reason to skip a school and it was a very good equation for us during rainy season.

 

 

This very Rain now has a special place in my heart, as I started growing up and getting familiar with it in different ways through poems, arts, paints, even movies and also my own memorable moments.

I have many good and bad memories attached with Rain. Actually there are three seasons but only Rainy Season will be in minds of the most, if I am not wrong. Sometimes on television watching people who are enjoying and drenching in Rain also have given good spirit to me. In movies the songs and typical scenes in Rain has special attachment and touch. In school most of my friends and including me used to choose Rainy Season while writing an essay on “My Favorite Season”.

 

 

The reason behind its popularity is, Rain brings the cheer, greenery and prosperity when quenches the soil and all living beings over. The Rain beautifully brings the songs and happiness out from the birds, animals and doubtlessly, human. Human unknowingly absorbs this very beauty in his heart as much as soil absorbs the water in it. As water keeps the soil fertile, so Rain does to the heart of human.

But now, we do not play with Rain like we used to, the definition has changed as time passed. That feels bad, but it’s true. We have bad experiences of ponds in between the road filled with water, slippery roads, and mud while walking to some nearby places, cough and cold.

As a result we have started liking and enjoying Rain along with alternatives like TEA, PAKODA, BHAJI etc. on stalls and that is from covered places where very few drops able to wet us. Our body remains dry but heart always gets wet when we see the Rain and relish the old memories. This alternative is still able to bring that old beaming smile.

One true fact about Rain, it has an ability to grasp a lovely place into everyone’s heart. However it is, at any age, the experience with Rain may be pleasing or annoying but anyhow it surely strikes the Heart. The heart cannot remain dry when it rains and he also beautifully baths as drops touches earth surface.

But nowadays Rain seems to be unhappy and we need to wait long as we are eying for his arrival expectantly. However, heart will remain drenched, forever. The Rain in heart always showers and accompanies us in every remembrance.

Course of Revenge

 

A boy is stumbling on the street, dulled, deep in thought. Torn shirt spotted with blood adding appearance of the brutal accident happened to him.

He is disturbed after long time since he left the house when he rolls his eyes to the road side, where he can see the houses and shops are set on fire, holler, cracking sounds of the metals and woods are disturbing him now but still emotionless and helpless.

He checks his hand palm filled with blood and then remembers the very morning he came to house and received the Prasad from his mother on the same palm. He came home after trek of five long days and his father, mother and young brother warm welcomed him. Mother had prepared nice food and some of his favorite dishes.

Mother asks, “You will stay home long enough this time, right?”

Raj replies, “May be 6-7 days. Actually there were 15 days leave but I already spent 5 days for trek and on Jan 13^th one of my patients is getting discharged. So I will need to go and tell him good-bye.”

Raj continues, “Mom, can you please serve now? I am very hungry.”

He then remembers being in sound sleep and gets distracted with frantic hacks inside home and screams of Father, Mother. Before he could understand or react anything attackers accelerates outside home and parents are covering him and his brother, pin drop silence, all cut by fighting sword and axe. It happened in around 10 seconds but the screams of his parents filled him stunned.

His father is covering legs of him and his brothers who are aside and mother is covering upper body portion of both. It seems they were trying to save their slept sons, one saved.

He is still walking on the street where yelling and crying can easily be heard but he is still observing and identifying the blood spots of the Mother on the shoulder, of Father on the trousers and of brother on the sides of shirt.

Suddenly yelling of a group distracts him and he stops by. One fellow from the group runs to him and drags him near the group.

Leader of group says, “We also need to fight back now and it is time for the REVENGE.”

He does not hear any of the other sentences apart from this sentence because of the word inside it, Revenge. He looks up to the Leader and at the same time the same guy brings the hatchet for him and asks him to tie the bandana at forehead.

He could imagine the people in his home had the same appearance, having hatchet, anger on the face and blood of revenge in eyes. His eyes become red, tears rolled down and eyes seemed determined to do something unpleasant and forceful.

He just yells, “Revenge.”

The group starts wondering here and there where they can find opponent community. They have swords, hatchets, axe and matchets of different shapes and sizes. Suddenly the calm and peaceful colony progresses to the dead state. A part of group is first breaking the houses and then other running into it to cut the living beings and break the planted obstacles or even anything in-house.

Raj gets into one house and two other follows him. He notices there are three dreadful people at one corner of house of one room sized 15 square foot. One thin, helpless man hiding his wife behind him and that woman is hiding her small kid behind her.

Person behind Raj screams, “Go and cut them into pieces like they have done to yours.”

Raj is as still as a pillar. He could imagine his mother saving his brother and father in a first row to save both behind, when people had come to his own home. He fingered, his parents would have done same thing and because of that they were covering and protecting their sons even after death. Their picture of struggle and screams is flashing in front of his eyes.

People behind Raj are yelling but his time and reaction has stuck somewhere in past and looking into future hopelessly and motionless. Those guys push Raj aside and raise swords in hand to cut. As soon as they raise hand, Raj attacks those guys as a reaction and with same numbness. They stump down in split seconds.

Raj still stand there like a pillar and eyes fills with tears. One of his tears rolls down directly over chick to his bare feet and he looks at feet to see it. But his eyes transfixed to his shirt and pant to identify and differentiate the blood spots of his Mother, Father and Brother.