Another Year ended!!

I wrote this one, a couple of years earlier. All those people who read my book, “I wish and hope” must have read this one… as the book starts with this one.

After two years… I find nothing much has changed in this planet. I thought of sharing this one with you all one last time, before 2013 ends and 2014 starts…..

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It was the night of 31st December 2011.  I checked the time in my cell phone.  There were few hours left before the last digit of the year would change and ’1′ would turn into ’2′ and the year 2011 would end. But it was nothing new. Since my birth, the last couple of digits had already changed 26 times. Each year, I used to celebrate the last day of the year with family and friends with the hope that, the coming year would bring more happiness and success.

But this time it was completely different. I was standing alone in my balcony waiting for the arrival of New Year, a new beginning, and for the first time I was not there with my family and close friends to welcome a new year. Instead of celebrating I was busy fighting loneliness.

I had nothing much to do so I switched on my television to see the celebration that was going on across the world. People were dancing, singing and partying hard. I could not have celebrated alone, so I thought it would be better to watch these people, and be a part of their celebration. However after some time I realized that, watching those celebrations was hurting me more. So I tuned into a news channel and I came to know that, the cyclone that had hit my country few hours earlier had claimed at least 30 lives by then. Then I turned off the television and decided that, I would call my Mom. I talked to my Mom, who was more than a thousand miles away from me. She tried her best to convince me that she was not missing me and I also did the same.

Those last few hours made me realize something. All of us live in one world. We consume oxygen from the same atmosphere. Yet each one of us has different problems to deal with, each one of us has different reasons to celebrate, each one of us has different priorities in life, each one of us has different encumbrances and each one of us has different expectations from life.

That day I saw people from a different part of the world busy celebrating the New Year which had already arrived in their country. There were some people in my country who were eagerly awaiting the arrival of the New Year so that their celebrations would begin. Then there were some people who were worried about what had happened to their family members after that natural disaster. Some were mourning the loss of their dear ones and some were trying to rebuild their homes.

Maybe this is how the world, we live in works. We are so busy looking for that reason to celebrate our own achievements, our own success that we forget what is going on elsewhere. We limit ourselves to a very small region; by dividing ourselves and by creating borders.

That day I realized that we need to break that barrier and connect with each other irrespective of our origins, religion or beliefs. We need to give someone else the freedom and the time to share his pain or happiness with us. We need to make our shoulders strong enough to carry a person who can’t walk on his own. We need to value what our heart says.

Forgive me, if I am hurting your Christmas Celebration!

I do not know how many of you have read my book; but if you have read it, then you must have read that chapter called “Power of streets”. If you have, then you must have known what I am talking about. If you have read it then, you must have been realizing why I say that not many celebrities much really care about what happens to their countrymen. And let me say you, unfortunately I was never wrong.

Yes might be people whom I know in the real world do not feel I am intelligent; but I am glad that people of my country have reacted the same way as I always wished and hoped. After a girl gang raped by six men, in front of her boy friend; we the people of India are now on streets. I am living in a different city, so I can’t join them; but I feel proud for what they are doing. We do not know that girl and its fine; but it makes me proud and somehow satisfied, when I think and realize that so many people are fighting for her. Some among those people might have registered their presence on streets for some selfish intentions, some of them are also reacting violently while they are protesting; but I am completely ignoring them and their behavior and intention. I am seeing a bigger picture here. For the first time since I was born in this country called India, I have seen so many people realizing the power of the street for a common reason which is “safety of women“. And I really appreciate it. I always knew the power of streets of India; but I am happy and satisfied that people of India are now realizing it.

It’s a protest that millions people of our country are doing. They are not coming out of their homes, offices, schools or colleges having any selfish intention in their hearts, bodies, minds or souls like reservation for minority or increase in salaries; but they are coming out to give women of this country a better and safe environment, where they can roam anywhere, anytime without any fear in them. And the best thing is that millions of young people are leading this protest without any leader. This shows somehow we all now do not have much faith in our leaders. And it’s a reality we all need to accept.

I do not know what will happen to that innocent girl in future. But every minute, every second I pray a better future for her. We all need to think what we would have done, if the same thing has happened to girlfriend of any of us, sisters of any of us, daughters of any of us or wife of any us. Even I want to say that, forget about every relationship, what if she is just a common girl like billions of other of this planet; won’t you fight for her, won’t you pray for her.

I know you must be celebrating your Christmas with your loved ones; but do me a favor and pray with me for that girl. I want to see her happy, healthy. She deserves it my friends. She has fought the battle till now all alone; now we must support her in whatever small way we can; may it be by keeping her in our prayers or protesting on street for her and millions of other women.

Merry Christmas to you all and your family; but honestly, more than celebrating I want you all to pray for her just for a minute with me. She needs to win this battle against those devils and what they did with her. Those devils  not only raped her but also us as humans and our humanity. And we have no rights to stay at our homes and celebrate Christmas in whatever country we are living in after something like this happen to an innocent girl, who also lives in the same planet. So we all need to try to bring back that humanity to our society.

English: Santa Claus with a little girl Espera...

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Why I started writing….

It was the night of 31st December 2011.  I checked the time in my cell phone.  There were few hours left before the last digit of the year would change and ’1′ would turn into ’2′ and the year 2011 would end. But it was nothing new. Since my birth, the last couple of digits had already changed 26 times. Each year, I used to celebrate the last day of the year with family and friends with the hope that, the coming year would bring more happiness and success.

But this time it was completely different. I was standing alone in my balcony waiting for the arrival of New Year, a new beginning, and for the first time I was not there with my family and close friends to welcome a new year. Instead of celebrating I was busy fighting loneliness.

I had nothing much to do so I switched on my television to see the celebration that was going on across the world. People were dancing, singing and partying hard. I could not have celebrated alone, so I thought it would be better to watch these people, and be a part of their celebration. However after some time I realized that, watching those celebrations was hurting me more. So I tuned into a news channel and I came to know that, the cyclone that had hit my country few hours earlier had claimed at least 30 lives by then. Then I turned off the television and decided that, I would call my Mom. I talked to my Mom, who was more than a thousand miles away from me. She tried her best to convince me that she was not missing me and I also did the same. 

Those last few hours made me realize something. All of us live in one world. We consume oxygen from the same atmosphere. Yet each one of us has different problems to deal with, each one of us has different reasons to celebrate, each one of us has different priorities in life, each one of us has different encumbrances and each one of us has different expectations from life.

That day I saw people from a different part of the world busy celebrating the New Year which had already arrived in their country. There were some people in my country who were eagerly awaiting the arrival of the New Year so that their celebrations would begin. Then there were some people who were worried about what had happened to their family members after that natural disaster. Some were mourning the loss of their dear ones and some were trying to rebuild their homes.

Maybe this is how the world, we live in works. We are so busy looking for that reason to celebrate our own achievements, our own success that we forget what is going on elsewhere. We limit ourselves to a very small region; by dividing ourselves and by creating borders.

That day I realized that we need to break that barrier and connect with each other irrespective of our origins, religion or beliefs. We need to give someone else the freedom and the time to share his pain or happiness with us. We need to make our shoulders strong enough to carry a person who can’t walk on his own. We need to value what our heart says.

That day I decided, “I will come up with a book and share my thoughts about life, about love, about relationships, about human characteristics, about my country India and about the problem my countrymen deal with.”

I know that some of you may not agree with my thoughts and I am going to take your criticism wholeheartedly with all my love and respect for you all and try to rectify my mistakes.  My experiences of being a young man born and brought up in a small town of India gave birth to all these thoughts which I have put down in this book. In the past four years I’ve lived in many cities of India. So from a small town to several cities, the journey for me was always filled with hurdles.

Like most of you, I too have experienced love. I’ve seen it in a constructive as well as a destructive form. I too have felt the effect of religion, politics, tradition and culture. I too find happiness in small things. I too find my biggest support in my mother.

 

“I sincerely hope and wish that, you will bring a small change in the part of world you live in after reading this book. It may take time and a lot of effort and dedication but I believe that we can do it and we will do it for us, for our people and for our beautiful world.

(A note from my book “I wish and hope”)

Last few words of twenty eleven!

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It’s December 31st.  Few more hours left before the last digit of the year will change. ’1′ will turn in to ’2′; it’s not a big deal. From my birth, that last digit already changed 26 times, starting from ’0′ to ’9′. Each year, I celebrate that last day of the year with family, with friends with the hope that, the coming year is going to bring lots of happiness, success.

But this time it’s completely different, I am alone waiting for a new year, a new beginning, as for the first time I am not with my family and close friends to welcome a new year. So instead of preparing for the celebration which will start after few more hours, I am busy converting my thoughts into words. Last few words of twenty eleven!Continue reading