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Monday, June 18, 2007
"S" for ..................
3 days back, I was shocked with the news of accident of my neighbour's kids. The two little girls got hurt badly just because a lad was speeding his bike. He did not even had the humanity to stay there and lift them from the busy road and was ready to escape when the angry junta came to beat him black and blue butthen , also, no one came forward to console the kid . One good hearted lady took them to the hospital and brought them home.I was requested by this girl to accompany her to the temple in the evening where her friend was bringing her some notes which I gladly agreed to.It was Aaarti time. We sat there amidst the buzzing sound of mosquito and crickets, pleasant breeze and a rat to give us company. We were killing time by chatting and an old acquintance stepped out of the temple and after the usual hi and hellos, westarted enquiring about future career plans. An old man leaned forward to listen what we were talking. Though annoying , we did not pay any heed to him. Suddenly he asked us, "what is your mother toungue?" strange question, but he enquired again and targeting one by one asked each of us, then our name,I asked his name then, as he starting talking to us without introducing himself and suddenly This Mr.Satyanarayan started his speech, Swati(my friend's name), Swati means S ,
S for Sai in hindi , S for saint in english, s for sadguru in Punjabi, s for sarkar in urdu, it means S is the essence of all godly power, so you are having divinity.
Then asked us the meaning of GOD, " What is G in GOD?" we said may be great, No G for generator, O for organiser, D for dissolver.
Then told something about the trinity and its relationship with christianity and significance of the dissolver Shiva , like how he is the prime force ? Quoted many examples and again started his point, s for Swati, by that time that little girl was feeling intense pain , he pointed out that we were sitting while other girl is standing , that shows respect, that shows gain s , s for sanskar(Poor fellow, he could not see the disgusted look on our face, how he supposed a girl with two major injuries on her knees to be standing for such long time, and myself having tremendous pain because of my ligament injury and inflammation gives a damn to standing for such long time just for being in his good books)His S story took him to sanskrit, bhavarth of some shlokam, again S, his definition of spirituality again S, Then he tols about his journey to hrishikesh, to learn about the mysteries . By that time we were bored to death and many people were staring him , then he shooted another question" Whats my name?" Each of ius wanted to say " To hell with ur name" but showed him courtsey and told we did not remember, swati remembered half name and told "some satya". To our amusement he told, see s for smartness, sharpness. You should never forget my name.Why?
Ooph, what a silly question but just not to offend him , yes bcoz you have told us so many good things to which he replied no, because I have given you shiksha.We should never be proud, we should be this that.
Then he told us after going to that particular ashram, he progressed like any thing, today he has come on scooter but he owns a car( any guess which make, must be s for "Santro")he earns 4 lakhs a month, he owns these many degrees , people respect him for his suvichaar. And again starting boasting off and really it was so annoying that we were praying that friend of Pragnya should come and we can make a escape.We breathed a sigh of relief when he left. One question that lingered on was why he was himself boasting off while asking others not to be proud? Why he targeted a bunch of people for his S for Speech? Whom he reminds us of? (Is it Ch for Chuunilal of Devdas fame with exception of S being his favorite letter?)
With more of such s for stuff on his s for stupid S for speech, I will continue the S for series in next post.
Posted by Neelima Arora :: 7:45 AM :: 2 Comments: ---------------------------------------
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Ye rishta khoobsurat hai kitna............
I heard sometime back that blood is thicker than water (of course not in the context of specific gravity), or blood relations are the only relations that last a lifetime.But someone came in my life and showed me the new dimensions of a relation.
He is someone I knew from the time I was a kid going to nursery class, and he is the one for whom the only memories were of 2 songs" Mera jeevan kora kaagaj" and "mere maanjhi" which he sung too well. The memories of his being a good student or the pranks he played on teachers did not last too long. But still I used to wonder that how could I , a shy , introvert girl, thought of gathring my classmates and going to principal's office to show our displeasure on her decision to restricate him just because he questioned principal and told her not to beat a fellow classmate as it might harm his self respect.
Schooldays ended, he left to pursue his dreams and I moved on to go and follow mine but still there wwas a joke shared between me and komal about his choice of songs and our hindi madam's comment" Kora kaagaj kah rahe ho itni copies bharne ke baad exam mein"
When I was again struggling in my life, trying to carve a niche for myself , trying to face life as it comes, suddenly we met again. how can I forget the day? I was standing at the bus stop, rememering past 3 days which were really really bad , with 3 incidences of eve teasing. Suddenly a stranger approached me, i was thinking here again, and prepared myself to give him a piece of mind .But the thoughts revealed and reflected myself as he guessed whats going on in my mind. He said " I am Atul" Could not believe my eyes and ears.You stood tall at 6 ft nowhere resembling sweet Golu Molu innocent Atul whom I knew.After exchanging pleasantries, i asked him where he was staying. The very answer " hyderabad" made me say " then i have to catch hold of you" (CCMB was always on my mnd so much so that even this slip of tongue did not sound stupid to me and before I could say anything further , my bus approached and not wanting to miss my exam , I bid you bye(did i really say bye, i doubt that"Months passed. then came one of those diificult moment of my life , having 97.21 GATE SCORe and all deadlines over suddenly it striked to me that JNTU date is still remaining . But I needed to find someone in Hyderabad ans suudenly I thought of you. Finding you in whole hyderabad, impossible task when even i did not know any contact info at our place, impossible job made possible by Manoj and Rajeev. Called you and told, u replied back withthe required info, could not get the rquired selection there but found some one to share things with. You came home and don't know what, i shared from nothing to every thing with you in just one evening. Found those eyes special, felt i can trust you.
Then came a series of troubles and your never ending support. your letters always inspired me( to the extent that a girl who had thought of missing the viva , prepared it against all the odds and went on to get the gold medal). I came to hyderabad to live my dream(of working in CCMb(was it possible withouit you?)), stayed at your house, had greatest time of my life , sharing things with you, your jokes, your consolation, every thing was so endearing.
You came along for the interview and told in the evening that someone asked with whom you had come and you told my sister. That moment you made my day(or should I say, life)Ek rishta hi to khoj rahi thi main, itna saral explanation is rishte ka,kjeevan saarthak ho utha, my selection made me shift my base to here (or was it a move to be close to you, i still don't know).
You stood like a pillar to support me through thick and thin, aur mujhe laga jo bhi best mujhe life se mil sakta tha, bas yehi tha, par tum ne to mujhe vo sab khushiyaan di jo kisi ek rishte mein milna mushkil, dost , sakhi, bhai, guide, financial adviser sab ek mein hi mil gaya. par asli svaroop mila is rishte ko jab mein appendicitis ke dard se tadap rahi thi, ghar se door akele yahan, jab tumne har jimmevari ko yoon nibhaya. tab samajh aaya is rishte ka aarth jab teri upasthiti matr hi bahut hoti thi mujhe suraksha bhav dene ko. tum ne sahi mayne mein ek pita ki tarah hi dekhbhal ki meri, aur tab paya ek aur rishta maine ek pita ka. vo dular aaj tak bhi nahin bhool payi maein(kya kabhi bhool paongi)tum mere biological father nahin par pita se badhkar ho, isiliye father's day par itna yaad aa rahe ho, (baki din bhi kam yaad nahin aate ho?hardam tumne disha dikhayi hai
, har dam ek path prardasshak rahe ho, vo bhi aise pita hio ki kuch bhi poochne kahne sunne ki aajadi.aaj door ho kary ki vyastataon mein, jeevan ki aur jimmevariyon mein ulajhe ho par ye bitiya yaad rahegi na?
"This one is for the best father in the world"
Posted by Neelima Arora :: 7:40 AM :: 0 Comments: ---------------------------------------
Saturday, June 02, 2007
vo patthar khate hain
Vo patthar khate hain!
haan yahi to suna tha maine, jab thak kar aa kar bag kursi par daal TV on kiya. Laga koi routine news hogi. kahan pattharbaji aagjani nahin ho rahi hai kahin dharm ke naam par, kahin aarakshan ke naam par, har taraf to aam aadmi pathar hi kha raha hai balwaiyon ke beech mein, ek bhadki bheed ke haathon.
Par aashcharya hua, ye to Orissa ke kuch aadivasi parivaro ki lachari ki katha thi jo vivash hain apni bhook mitane ke liye pet bharne ko patthar khane ke liye
. ye parivar bhor hote hi nikal padte hain apne aujar leke , hatho mein fawde liye badon se baccho tajk sabhi. aur jameen khod kar nikalte hain ek khas tarah ke patthar jin se vo apni bhukh shant karte hain. report mein diya hai ki vahan political circle mein halla mach gaya hai is khabar par, ek committee ko aadesh diya hai ek hafte mein report pesh karne ka, aarop pratyaropon ka bazar garm hai, preliminary report bana li gayi hai,kathan par kathan prakashit ho rahe hain, tv reporters par mukaddmewin dayar kiye gayen hai. Koi nahin kaanta ki ye chichori patrakarita hai ya logo ki durdasha ka nanga sach.sacchai kuch bhi ho, par kahin nahin bataya gaya ki is parivar ke liye kya kiya gaya?
aashcharya, shoonya hoti samwednao par.lupt hoti manavata par.
Posted by Neelima Arora :: 5:40 AM :: 0 Comments: ---------------------------------------