Salaam Mumbai.....

Around 6 in the evening, my friend shouted..."dude bomb blast in Mumbai man" I just turned to my system, logging into the web news... with just one prayer in my mind.. "god this should be one of those hoax news that come in the web" but that was not to be..
The news headlined... "Series of bomb blasts rocks Mumbai" Ohh No, why...... God why?

It took a while for the news to sink in... a sense of hatred crept into my mind against all those who would have been behind this gruesome act of terror.

Someone's Dad returning home to his infant... is lying there in the wreckage... someone's husband getting back to his newly wed wife....is no more.... a kid who had jus started living his life is up there complaining to God, Asking him why did this happen to him. A young man.... getting back home to his old folks.. doesn't make it.

Spent the whole night browsing the news channels in the television, every channel using this as a business opportunity to show their calibre in getting to the news first. The world has become so materialistic; every thing is measured in terms of money.

Donna when I fell asleep...got up in the morning, with a severe headache, still the television on. ” A new day a new start..." Not at all, these are just words. Didn't help me at all, still my heart was out there feeling for the innocent ones... who just didn't deserve to die in that manner. They never entered into any one else’s land, they never demanded for anything more, they were just normal human beings... living their life, working that bit harder just to make their tomorrow a bit more happier....but for many there was no tomorrow, for many
others today is a start to endless days of pain.

I just hope every drop of tear that fell, God keeps an account of that..... Didn't dare to open the paper, didn't want to see yet another scene of a bloody body lying there... as if the soul is still around near by... trying to make its way back into the body...... it doesn't want to die, it doesn't want to leave. coz it never deserved that kinda death ..... but who can defy death...

The television channels were still onto their task.... In a way they were doing a great job, showing the world, the ugly face of terror. I knew today is not gonna b that nice a day for me, somehow couldn't get over it. But then, as the great saying goes... "THE SHOW MUST GO ON".... and so it has to. Getting ready for office a thought came up.... it can be my cab that would go up in flames today,...but then life has to go on... and so did I.

All the way to the office was thinking, searching for answers...not even a single one found. Went to my desk... could see the dismay and disappointment in the faces of my colleagues too. I appreciate the oneness that comes into this entire nation when something like this happens.... May be that’s why this great nation is still running as a single unit... no matter how much the economy is corrupted, no matter how much the system is outdated, no matter how much the common man is harassed...still every one... from the corrupt politician to a rowdy in the road... has a feeling in his heart...of being an Indian. We carry our nation in our heart.

The day went on... with the usual chores of work... but the smile in everyone's face was absent. Back home.... got in front of the television... hoping that the police has caught the culprits... wanted to see the face of the Satan... but as usual... nothing great, the search is on... that’s all....

A feature in one of the news channel caught my eyes....
It read "Mumbai up and Running".... first time in the whole day, a smile flashed in my face. I felt proud of the guys out there...... They showed the world that our nation wouldn't crumble to such inhuman acts imposed upon our society... we are way tougher than that to crack.

A kid was holding a placard... the wording in it read....
"Your crackers.. Don’t scare us..." Those two lines were enough for me to get up and salute Mumbai.. for its spirit. The whole nation was down... and Mumbai just got the nation back to its feet.... it just told us....not to worry and that she is fine.....

What a city....What a nation....What a feeling... Proud to be an INDIAN

A True Friend...... an Angel

First time I saw her,and knew she was an arrogant female
with loads of attitude....
and like always, I was right :-) [{though she wouldn't agree}]

She did have some attitude, but carried it really well.
We had joined this new job and both of us were into
two months of training.... two months of fun basically.
Days passed and the friendship bloomed, both our
wavelengths matched,and we had similar kinda outlook
to life.

Always pulling each others leg,always fighting... but at the
end of it both were the best pals around. Nothing
could come in-between us.The best part about this relationship is,
unlike every other relationship there was no expectation, commitment
or any such bindings that would tie us up

The amount of respect we have for each other is tremendous...though
never showed explicitly :), but both know it.Every time something
happened in our life.. we knew, without any hesitation whom to go
and share it first with.
So many advices given...and taken...,
so many long sessions of counselling...,
so many long sessions of bitching...:),
still fresh in memory.

Trust and respect formed the basement to this relationship.
on that we built this mighty structure of our friendship
it stands so tall that, everything around looks small.

Often people mistook our relation...
Often there were some eyes that kept on staring at us...
Often, even our own friends thought that something is fishy...
We used to pity them,
never bothered to give any explanation,
never felt the need...
they wouldn't understand this pious relation that
we shared,it was so pure...so immense ...and so clean.

Well Time plays around with every one, and so its gonna with
us too, she is going on a venture,something that she really
wanted.
its far from here...
to a new place with new set of people around...
but one thing is for sure the memories of our friendship would lead us on...
and always remind us the good times we had.

Will miss her,but can never forget her.
I am declaring it officially she is an Angel :-)
[{Yukkkk kanda if you are reading this,the "Angel" part, I didnt mean it this time also}]

Twists and Turns that Life takes...

Often we wonder, why it happened this way.??
why only me..??
what did i do to get this...??
so many questions which seems so much reasonable
but then finally when life gives us the answers,
unfortunately, by then we don't remember our questions...
Ever wondered, why sometimes we hold on to the past so much that when
life shows us a better future we are afraid to take that step forward,
just because we are so much preoccupied with our past and trying to
mend a broken glass....
The beauty of life, is in the fact that how it mends itself...
you just have to give it the time.......

All of us would have gone through so many twists and turns
in our life, and every turn would have been a new lesson that gets
logged into the pages of our life.but then how often do we refer back
to these pages......
why is it that every time we keep falling into the same pit and get up just
to fall back.May be thats the mantra of life, it picks you up some times
and drops you in other instances..

One of the greatest lesson that I have learned is, every thing happens for
a reason. and if you honestly think you never deserved that, just hold on
you will find that it happened for the best.Every time life takes something
away from you.it is just to place something much better back into your hands..
The day we learn to remember the twists and turns that we took in our life,
we can rest assure that we would be prepared for the upcoming turns and the
surprises that come along, in the long and winding journey called life.

Past is over, future is unknown... its the present that needs to be nourished with hopes of future and lessons of past,
thats what guides our life from the past to the future.