Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Daddu tum..

My grandfather aka Daddu had a cataract operation. I thought I would enquire about his health, vision and broken wrist. He was busy reading the newspaper when I entered and yelled at the top of my voice, "Daddu, you are not supposed to read newspaper. Aankhe kharaab ho jaayegi". The pair of eyes which were 80 years old, stared back at me and gave me the Don't-Mess-With-Me look. Daddu replied back in defence, "Left aankh se sab sahi dikhta hai beta, right me char aana kam hai". He winked and started reading the newspaper. His optimism has always amazed me.

I asked him about his wrist. The plaster had gone, but the swelling was intact. He replied, "Tum to aise pucch rahe ho jaise main buddha ho gaya hu. Main abhi bhi 10 logo ko maar gira sakta hu", he retorted. "Jab main Dhamangaon me tha na..." and he started doing what he loved best. I was listening to this historic tale for the umpteenth time. I found it all the more interesting everytime he narrated his stories. My grandmother stared back hopelessly and interrupted to ask Daddu if he would like to have a cup of tea. She knew that Daddu, tea and the stories, just go too well. Daddu nodded and went on with his stories. After a while he stopped abruptly realising something, asked me to come close and whispered, "Beta,chai laate waqt chini thoda zyada daal dena... "

I smiled back and did what i loved the most.. Preparing tea for my daddu..
While I helped my grandmother prepare tea I could hear Daddu recite his favorite rhyme
"Ye wahi kalyug ki amrut hai,
jiski ek boond,
kisi murde ke muh me daala,
to murda uth khada hota hai"..

I gave him the cup and the saucer. He sipped the tea and began narrating the same ol' story...
Dhamangaon, Daddu, Chai and a great great evening...
I hope the time stands still and this tryst never ends…

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Do you believe in fate?

Did you ever experience what it is like being in a trance? Or did you ever feel like your life was being controlled by someone else, by some power?
While I think about this, I am reviving the dialogue between Morpheus and Neo.

Morpheus: I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he's expecting to wake up. Ironically, this is not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate, Neo?
Neo: No.
Morpheus: Why not?
Neo: Because I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my life.


Flash: Date: 14th Dec‘2008 A.D

I was supposedly going towards a destination which would determine something great in my life. Cracking the puzzle at the destination would mean gold else I would have rags. On the journey towards the destination I succumbed to the external forces and lost my senses. Then there was a brief delirium. I was intoxicated into deep sleep. I was unaware of the things that were going on around me. I was NOT in control of my life. What I was experiencing could have been the exodus, the journey towards nirvana. But it wasn’t. I did not see any angels. But there was something that was bringing me back to life. I was unconscious, yet conscious. I walked all the way to my destination, cracked the puzzle and got entangled in the most amusing and amazing puzzle of my life – How did I reach my destination? The span which comprised of the time I took to reach the destination, locate the place which hid the puzzle, is still a mystery. When I sit back and think about the entire episode, that part of my life seems to be filled with void. Seemed like nothing happened, but a lot happened.

There are so many medical terminologies to coin that state and give an alibi to whatever happened. Some call it concussion, whereas some call it as the impact of the hit. I trust what people say. But I believe that, for that amount of time when I did not know how I reached my destination, I was not in control of my life. There was a higher force ruling me. It was my fate to survive. I did. The inner strength drove me to the limits where I could overcome the pain and realize the aim I had set for myself. My life had something in store and things just went that way.
I understood that, many times we do things that determine our fate; there are times when fate does many things that determine our life.

I remember having so many discussions with my friends over this topic. I did not support any stand, because I was not convinced about certain things. The next time we end up discussing, I hope, I fallback on fate to help me speak in its favor :)…
I need a few more experiences for that …
Not of a black eye, though ;)




PS: Jincy, Anu, Dam,Tresa –Thank you so much :)I don't miss ma family when u guys are around.... Love ya..
Varu ,Manji Debo, Pri, Maloo, Rajesh, Robo, Viv, Ranu, Harshad, Soumo, Kaveri :Bahut bahut Dhanyawaad!! Stay Around… :)
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Thursday, December 11, 2008

When you say Nothing at all...


What does it sound like when someone says nothing, and means everything. As i listen to one of my favorite tracks on YouTube, I realise, how much sense it makes.. to me and to all who have said nothing at times, and still meant a lot....

It's amazing
How you can speak
Right to my heart
Without saying a word,
You can light up the dark
Try as I may
I could never explain
What I hear when
You don't say a thing

[CHORUS:]
The smile on your face
Lets me know
That you need me
There's a truth
In your eyes
Saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says
You'll catch me
Whenever I fall
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all

All day long
I can hear people
Talking out loud
But when you hold me near
You drown out the crowd
(The crowd)
Try as they may
They could never define
What's been said
Between your
Heart and mine

The smile on your face
Lets me know
That you need me
There's a truth
In your eyes
Saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says
You'll catch me
Whenever I fall
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all

The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Let's me know
That you need me

You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all


PS: :)

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