EMPTY EYES

It was the marriage of my uncle's elder son.we reached uncle's house 5 days before actual marriage was to take place. When it comes to a north indian marriage there are so many little ceremonies and rituals b4 the BARAAT.It was not less than a small zoo when we reached there with so many relatives and i started bending down every 2sec/2 minutes for "pairi pauna".

I met one of my distant relatives.I had never met her. However, she blessed me and was very happy 2 c me. Then met her son. A young,tall and handsome guy who was older than me by 6-7 years, and the only son of a financially sound family.i started calling him bhaiya but the bond became more friendly within a day or two.

when only few days are left 4 marriage, bhangra and dhol become a part of daily routine in that house. every evening ppl dance and enjoy and the atmosphere is such that nobody can resist to b a part of it though it continues till late night.
Every evening, bhaiya and I were in the centre with the fist TAAL of the dhol. we danced alongwith several others, kids,cousins, aunts,uncles and parents of those uncles and aunts.soon we developed an excellent sync of bhangra steps. Bhaiya's mother always looked mesmerised when we were performing bhangra.On the day of Baraat, we danced for hrs till we reached the venue.we were really tired at that moment but soon realised that it was not the end. A DJ was playing there and that was an indication that we will not b spared. Forget the food, forget the cermonies , forget the meetings; all wanted us to b on the dance floor.


Four years later, it was the marriage of my uncle's younger son.I managed to reach there only a day before the baraat. this time i was not much interested in dancing but still could not resist the TAAL when i was forcefully pulled onto the dance floor.
Suddenly i noticed two eyes staring at me while i was dancing. Bhaiya's mother was there. She looked pale but was wearing an artificial smile.I went to her and asked 4 her blessings. She gave a smile that was a genuine one this time and blessed me with some words. The next thing she said ,"u r not dancing today ? where r ur steps?".

I went back to the dance floor and did the steps so that they would make her happy. but instead they made her cry as i noticed wetness in her EMPTY EYES which have drained after the death of her only son. He had died in a tragic road accident one year back.I felt the guilt in making her cry his son.being a mother she missed him every moment. probably she saw him in me and urged me to dance.She went out of the frame and i sat lonely on a side missing him too.

Three Oysters of Wisdom

i made the following conclusions after completing the trio of these marvellous books:

1) its a great charm to read these three if u r a staunch believer of destiny.And if u r not, u'll definitely become after reading them.

2)they allow u to contemplate abt urself and at different moments in life,they will surely act as a guide and an eye opener. thus read them again if u feel depressed or ur confidence level is low.

3)they show u a new outlook towards life and grant u all the wisdom.

4)these books will really bless ur life if u allow the thoughts written in them to play a role in urs.

5)don't read a lot of these inspirational books. else u'll miss a lot of other beautiful things in life.only extract the best out of them

DESTINY --- BELIEVE IT OR NOT!!!! ( continued....)

whatever i m going 2 tell is an incident which took place a long ago but few days back it just flashed back as a fresh one.once i went to a hospital 2 see one of my relatives.most of ppl least like 2 visit two places a hospital and police station . the atmosphere was completely boring with sign boards of emergency opd ward nos operation theatres nd many other like that (that antiseptic nd phenyl smell blended with that of medicines...typical characterisitic hospital smell i can say).


as i entered the ward it was full of beds with patients lying on them and more number of attendants as visiting hours were there.on one corner of the bed was my relative whom i had come to visit.i asked my relative about her health , her treatment nd when will she b discharged.she was in a better state of health.she asked me a number of obvious questions about my parents studies etc nd informed that she will b discharged within a few days after some diagnostic tests.
on the opposite bed there was another lady in a very unhealthy condition.i was looking at her and observing her facial expression in such a state of health when i was interrupted by my relative who told me that the lady on the opposite bed was suffering from some type of blood related cancer and had to come regularly to hospital after a stipulated time for platelets and blood transfusion.
i spent some more time with my relative tellin her about my studies.suddenly i was called up by the lady about whom we were talkin about.the call included no words but only some gestures of her hand with her arms attached with the drip needles dipped on the other side in some kind of solution in a bottle hanging 4m a height on a long stand.her attendant was out to buy some kind of medicines or whatever(doctors usually don't allow attendants spend time with the patients ,askin them bring one or the other stuffs involved during the treatment moment after one has just returned 4m bringing the previous item).
i stood up 4m the chair and moved towards the lady.she tried to speak up in an almost inaudible voice.it was almost impossible to understand what she was sayin.then she tried to convey through her gestures that she wanted water by indicating towards the water bottle kept on the table.i got her signal and filled a glass of water 4m the bottle.
i made her sit comfortable by adjusting the back of the bed nd keeping a pillow on her backside.i gave the glass of water to her which she drank very slowly.
she uttered something which i could not understand nd gave me a little smile (though it seemed very difficult 4 her to even smile in such a condition) as if she was thanking me 4 my help. i adjusted the bed again in order to make her rest in her previous position.at that moment i found myself filled with an unprecedented feeling of satisfaction but could not understand the reason.

the next evening when i visited my relative ,i observed that the opposite bed was vacant.i thought the lady of that bed might have been taken 4 some kind of tests.so i got myself diverted 4m the thought of the lady and asked my relative about her present state of health who replied that she was getting discharged the next day itself.an hour past but the lady of opposite bed did not return.hence i inquired about her 4m my relative.she became silent as soon as i finished up with my question.she remained quite but then after some moments she told me that the concerned lady was no more.she had died in the afternoon the same day while having a platelet transfusion.the doctors had already tried 2 keep her alive 4 so much time by regular transfusions but this time it was her last time.

i was shocked with the news nd tried 2keep myself calm nd composed.who would ve thought the previous day that she would not live even up2 the next 24 hours.suddenly u get to know that the person 2 whom u gave some of the moments of ur life by a little help just the previous day is no more in this world.
on my part,i had some strange moments thinking over what happened and felt relieved that atleast i contributed something to a person's life in her last moments (although it was not such thing to be considered as help).
once again the event made me wonder about the irony of life and the power of fate.every thing is destined 2 occur at its fixed time.
otherwise hw can 2 ppl spend some time of their lives who live miles apart and dont even know each other??

DESTINY --- BELIEVE IT OR NOT!!!!

Jab se hosh sambhala..yahi suna bhagya ya kismat jo bhi kaho hi bahut badi cheez hai....
kismat ka khel jo na kisi ko kabhi samajh mein aaya aur lagta hai na kabhi kisi ko samajh mein aayega..


the tym kaun banega crorepati was in its full swing..ppl comin 4m distant places just to try 4 their chance to become a crorepati..many of course just 2 see Amitabh Bachchan

n soon we had the show in which a simple guy named harshwardhan nawathe became a crorepati in mere 50 minutes...

viewers all over the country could feel the excitement in them through their T.Vs..my parents 2 discussing how tym can change one's lyf in minutes..
the next week after 1st crorepati has occupied the minds of ppl...an incident struck me..
i was travellin in a bus to patahnkot on NH1A ...n suddenly ..i saw two ppl drenched in blood..a bike thrashed on other side of the road..they had met an accident..an overspeeding truck had hit them..
..the guys who were on their way 2 their work were lyin on the road with strangers shifting them to hospital...
however the bus didnt stop n moved on..
the moment i saw the whole thing the very thought of kismat conquered my mind ..i was completely occupied with the photograph of the spot somewhere in my brain 4 the whole journey...i wondered is this lyf??
so unpredictable!!!
pal do pal mein zindagi kya kya mod dikha jaati hai ... aap kabhi kalpana bhi nahi kar sakte..

kehte hai sabhi apni karni pehle se hi likhwa kar late hain...illustrated by the seven ages by shakespeare...the world is a stage..n we play different characters..
just charcters of the play written produced as well as directed by the supreme GOD who governs on one side the nuclear models at atomic level n all the solar systems of the multiverse on the other side at the same moment..



in the hands of fate
we 're mere pawns
and when the things go wrong;
they will, at any rate;
All we can do is,just wait
For the fate to become our mate.




The motto to be followed:


"ALWAYS HOPE FOR THE BEST N ALWAYS BE READY FOR THE WORST"