My Wish

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A man is walking on the road... The kids are playing near by road. Unfortunately, the man has got injured by keeping leg on the slippery road.. Even no one aware of that. But one kid in the troop, saw this incident and opened his bag. He had a big watch, which can reverse the time to some extent. He reverted the clock hands to 10 min back, where the man was walking normally before. And while he almost reached to the slippery road, he cautioned him to go in another way.

Later he moved to his school. Still the lunch hour left for the kids playing, all the pupils are on the play ground. Suddenly, a boy fell down while playing on the ground. He has a big wound on his right leg. He just started crying aloud. The incident has glanced by the kid who is having the watch. He took back again the clock and reversed the time to where the kid was playing happily.

xxxx......CUT....xxxxxx......PACK UP.....xxxxxx

The shoot has been over. It is an easy thing to revert the time in a camera. but in life, it NEVER.

The kid played in the shoot, who is having the watch, is the same kid who lost his parents one year back. As a volunteer for an NGO, I met him in an orphanage. when I asked him his wish, he said, I want to revert the time before where my parents meet with an accident. I want to revert back the time and I need my parents back. I just fell down. How can I answer for his question?

Even god also doesn't give an answer for that.

This is what all can I do.

"Four - 4"

I believe, the number four has so much relation with our life. May be we never came to notice but see my perceptions.

Birth - The New born always fill a happy moments in every family. The first touch is the best thing in this world. The father and mother touch fills more happiness for the baby, he starts the smile. The first two hands of each have so much power. The two + two = four has its essence now. And while learning the first steps, the four walks set you straight to walk you on.

Adolescent  - There is every need of friend in every step of your life. There is an old saying, try to make at least four friends, which hold you in future.

Marriage - The best part of the human life is after marriage. We have an option to choose our soul-mate to walk with us. They love each other, they born for each other to lead the best part of their life to show the world they are made for each other. The two steps followed on the same foot prints by the other two makes their bond stronger than any other.

Death - Nothing will comes with us after our death. But we left some of our goodness in others life. That is the only thing we keep our remembrance. That is the only thing makes to hold you on four sides of your death bed and give you a send off.

It's my son's love story - Pati

I am 80. I am seeing a blur image of my son who is moving around here and there for searching medicines. It is the time to gulp it. At last he find it. He help me to take the today's dose and give a hand to leave some water into my throat. Later he go out.

I lay down on the bed. Start to remind those days of my son.

It is some where 1980's...

Our Home town is in Vellore, a border for the Chittor district. He come to the town as a teacher in a government school. I think he is around 26. The figure looks like as fierce in his eyes and long mustache as added attribute for his looks. The kids have a little fear to be in his class. Even, my daughter also studying in the same school. But I don't remember when he see my daughter and fall in love with her.

It is a mid-summer. On one day morning, even the dawn is not down, he come and stand with folded hands before me. I haven't seen the fear in his eyes, those are very sharp and spell a few words. As his eyes, the words are also very sharp.

He revealed a news that burst like a balloon. In his words "I am Kumar, working as a teacher in the school. I want to marry your daughter. I don't know how rich you are, I don't care about the caste. Just I want to marry your daughter".

For his blood, it is a nasty thing, but being in a reputable position, I can't stand on it. The anger reached my head. I threaten him with the words and try to send back him to home. But he didn't move not an inch. OK. "Bring your parents, we will talk. You are not the right one to talk in these matters." We cant do much than that. Finally he moved for these words.

The next day same morning, a 40 year man inquired me in front of my house. And said "I am Kumar's father". He disclosed about his appearance here and came to talk about his son's proposal. I just even never think of it. My daughter is about 20. I am shivering how I need to respond to him. I asked him some time for thinking. He went back.

At that time, my cousin's inquired and said it is the best match, we can't even get that match if we search from our side. With the help of them, I grant their marriage and the son-in-law be a part of my family.

In the life's cross ways, I stood single. At that time, my son-in-law stood back of me and still he is taking care of me. I don't want him to call as a son-in-law, he is my SON. Yes, he is my son only.

  

The Rich Guy's heart

"Is it my mistake to be born as a Rich? Why they cant see me as a normal man. Whenever I tries to be as normal, they are reminding me as a rich and put aside".

This is the grief a rich guy shared.

I can explain my feelings with one more incident. I tried to hang up with all the friends. I know that I have a group that all were from different classes of mid rich and medium. But my intention was to spend some time with them. Money was not at all concern for this. But I tried to arrange the party. I looked after everything. Even I served the drinks to my friends. But I never feel ashamed, before all, they are my friends. The party was over. Everybody was in super state. They are happy. And in turn, I am happy. But I heard what the words I never wants to hear. They mumbled these things after the party.
              "He is the rich guy. He can these parties in numbers of 100. It is not his money". This one word collapsed me. Was it my mistake to be born as a Rich? Can't I eligible to show the love on my friends.

But after all, they are my friends. I never want them down when I am here.

I have seen the guys who become friends with some wants. I can easily find them. I tried to avoid them as much I can. But they gossip as "That rich guy has a pride". I don't understand this world and people in this society.

Being a rich is my fault or giving this functions in brain is His fault. 

What is the connection between the 'Heart' and 'Brain'?

There is a huge conversation on Love between the two friends.

One friend ask like this. What is the connection between the 'Heart' and 'Brain'? Does the heart have any feelings? In my opinion, Heart is a dumb machine which roars with the two sounds Lub-Dub. But I still donno how this dumb machine became an important thing in the every aspects of love for writers.

Then after a long thought he continued like this....

While creating the man, God has posing attributes to each part of the body. And he is connecting every part to come under the brain control. But he waited while adding the attributes to the Heart. He has given some special qualities for the heart. "The only function which cannot control by the brain all the times". But the other parts should function under the commands of brain. Like, in coma, some of the parts may wont receive the commands from the brain. And it not all function. But Heart never comes under the brain.
                  Even the heart attack is due to blocking the blood vessels but not due to brain. It's all indirect way.

Then what is the reason for appending the Love to heart?

Hmmm.... okie. Let assume, you are walking alone in the midnight and all of sudden, some one hold you back. You just stuck. Then what are the changes you observe in your body? The sweating comes on my body, the heart beat rate increase than normal. Okie. Suppose, when your lover give a hand to you. And you are in huge pain. Then what is your reaction? Yeah. The eyes fill with tears. The heart functioning is almost negligible to me. 

So, in every happy or pain, who comes in the scene, the "Heart". Even though the feelings are created in the brain, the reaction happens in the Heart.

So, whom I have to consider Hero for the drama. Obviously it is "Heart". The feelings are created in the brain, but the heart takes away the prestige.

In The ‘Dark’ Memory of………….

“It was noon 1:40…….

I can feel the hotness on my body…..

I was walking in the Madras War Cemetery by playing around the memories in my mind.......”

        I can sense the lined up graves in front of me. Each of it engraved with the names of soldiers who died in the World War II. I was finding the way to see your name on the plaques. I didn’t find. Also, my eyes didn’t help to find your name too.
       But, I just stopped unintentionally when my heart caught the name of yours. I came close to you. My hand touched the corners of the plaque and just lining the carved name.
       The two drops of tears rolled down on the ground. I can feel your image was before me. I was rewinding the words carefully that we shared before going to say bye to each other, now, they only left with me.

The days gone back to.......

       That was your first visit to the home in the good year. You came to the home after you completed the days in the military base. I am the one who was not on the ground that day when I heard the news. I arranged all the dishes of your favourites. I was waiting with my open heart.

       The pleasant seconds were on my side now. I hugged you after so many days and kissed on your cheek ignoring the wound that caused in reaching you at the gate.

       The days passed and blossomed like a first flower in the spring. We spent, we loved, we cared, we laughed... everything went boomed until I see the attending letter for the war.

       My heart cried than never before. But, I sent you with a smile hoping you will return soon. It’s a responsibility of every women who living on this ground.

After some more days.....

       I was hearing the voices on AIR. Every time, I was praying to the God, that I should not hear any bad news about you.

       But that awkward moment knocked the door and gone. I was not in consciousness to think or when it happened, that you were no more.

       Today, I left in grieve with your remembrance.

“Really, you left me in darkness besides my BLINDNESS…..

He collapsed all wishes that I could feel you forever on my side,

I cursed Him for the first time for making me BLIND”.

Everlasting Girl Friend

“I know her”.

“Yes, I know her very well”.

“She is my….”

She lives beneath floor of my room. Actually, she is my owner’s daughter. She grabbed my look when I got down first time as a tenant into her house. But at that time, we didn't speak. Only our eyes speak.

The days in the calendar has rolled as fast as a dice which jumps from one's hand (to roll down). But each day has its special as her innocent eyes, her cute smile, her long hair and……. I can’t limit here. I got to know each of her asset on each day. But still we never spoke.  

One day, with a collective strength of my guts, I asked her name. I didn't hear any word. But a simple curve responded on her face. I didn’t force to ask her name, because it is her smile that makes me to forget this world besides her name. After that I never tried to ask her name, because, I carved a name for her and call on my own. I think, she don’t mind, if I reveal afterwards once we met.

It’s a glory day in my life; she is as fabulous as ever. It’s her appearance, her outfit that makes her more outstanding. The eyes don’t allow looking any other things except her.  Hope, she didn't observe me. But, she did. It is the best skill for girls. They have powerful eyes as eagle and can smell fast as rats. 

It has been one year, till now I don’t know her name. But it is not the one, I want. I want to ask her more questions as many nerves I have. Each one of them carrying different questions to my mind. But my final destiny is same…

Why you are taking my breath away?

Why you are filling my eyes with your image?

Why you are filling my mind with your memories?

I am begging Him for a chance. But He never listen my words.

It is my last day from being here. I completed my part here, and moving to a new place. I remember her last look. The unspoken love ends at the end of the street.

After three years…

I am riding on the bike. I am in a hurry to my Office. It is the very important day in my life. My bike hits the mark for “90”. I am managing my ride for each turn I take. 

All of a sudden, an old lady trying to cross the road opposite to me. The bike horn doesn’t alert her. I almost crossed her in a fine hair cut. But I lost my balance. The bike hit a lady who was standing at the safe edge of the road and dragged almost for half a mile along with me.

I have her on my back. I turned around. I can see her face.

“I know her”.

“Yes, I know her very well”.

“She is my Angel”

Yes, my mind collected the memories and put a well-known face in-front of me. It is her. Yes, it is her only. I just screamed for meeting her. And she is in-front of me. I am lucky that finally I met her. Oh God, Thank you. Thank you very much. I am turning rounds on my bike.

But in a less span of time, we hit to a pole. Cursedly, she is in between. I tried to grab her hand. But I couldn’t.

I remember, in the next hour, we are in our own wards at the Hospital. The Helmet saves my life, but not her. Had a huge damage on her head, She went to Coma and left me in trauma.

It has been another three years…..until now,

She is still in sleep by being alive; I am dying by being alive…..