THE WORLD - REVOLVES AROUND US OR REVOLVES AROUND ME?

If ever counted, then we would be shocked to know the number of times we would have thought about the concepts of "I", "ME", OR "MINE" - things always being related to us has been such an unknown obsession to us that many times we as well turn around and check where the person walking behind us is going - for we are scared that he might be stalking us.

And since I am as well like any other normal human being, I as well felt or say had been with this minor yet not so recognized thing called - self obsession.

A state of being interested in oneself , one's happiness, things, motivations, interests etc to the exclusions of other things. that's what the google says, and though we all might say no, we aren't such a person or what ever it is we surely do not agree with the part where we exclude other things, somewhere or the other we do, we somehow or the other have the traits of being interested in ourselves. 

For instance, I had a friend who would always come to me and say, "yaar aajkal yeh actor kuch jyada media mein nahi aane laga?" but this statement would have a huge story behind it, where she would have discovered this actor of hers in some movie, followed him on every social media site and then since she had known about him, he was famous and all over the media.

Whereas, if given a thought, than we would know that it had always been there, all around us, just that now it did had a name, a face recognizable and understandable that we think they are well known or in trend. 

And this isn't what we really find just with regards to actors, but as well with cuisines, fashion, places and each and everything that we could point out to. These things were there where they are, its just that one fine day you and us we have been known its importance and value.

And somewhere it was through this did I realize how funny it is, we do say that the world "REVOLVES AROUND US" - us as a whole lot of people, and yet tend to forget that its not "REVOLVES AROUND ME"!

The - Independent humans!

How materialistic we humans are. Our happiness, our memories and many times even our feelings are stuck up to those small things that are given by someone to us, at some point of time.

Our pictures, our dolls, our tiffin, or diaries. Everything has some or the other memories that have attached to them. Hence when the time comes to let these things go, get our rooms cleaned up; no matter how aged we are still there is that one feeling within us that keeps us hooked to those things.

‘maybe I could give it to one of my niece.”

Or

“maybe it would be by daughter who would use them.”

We would always reason out, every time that dear thing of ours is in a question to be thrown out of the cupboard and to be let go. When we ourselves know that none of our daughter or the niece would be in a place to wear or use that things. For mostly it would be out dated or they would be way too small for them to even be born at that time.

And numerous times it would be just the preparation of that baby of ours, who wasn’t yet born yet their wedding was something to be planned about even before their names.

We humans are weird, loving things, when all it should have been the person, our selves, the surroundings.

In all relishing the moment.

I still remember the day when I was in sixth standard. My mom had taken me to the jeweler. My nose was to be pierced for the second time. I didn’t like the nose ring, none of my friends wore them, it made me look way mature than I was. But I had to get my nose pierced again, for that was the tradition I was to follow. How was it even possible that a Maharashtrian girl- Indian to be specific could even stand in the mandap of her wedding wearing a magnetic nose ring.

One which my mom had been capable of making even before I was born.

That day did I realized that my mom wasn’t different. The cool, cute mom of mine who let me ware shorts at home, who gave me anything to eat irrespective of the feed backs given to me about my weight; somewhere she was as well a human. A human who had to follow the Prejudices.

Now after 20 long years of me being born, capable to do wonders with my creative mind, did I somehow began to comprehend the concept of being human.

It was simple. We all are never us. My mom is my mom, I am her daughter, a girl who has to complete her studies, if lucky land myself in a government organization have a steady income throughout my life and once I get my almost the 5-month salary parade in front of a sample, who would proudly claim me as his wife.

But with these things coming closer and being able to fathom, did I realize… not every human being knows what and who he is. It’s just a path which everyone follows, though its destination - none knows.

We are born, taught by our parents to talk, walk, and conduct ourselves the way they want to, once grown are admitted in the school which selects me not the other way round, and unfortunately the process goes on till the time we die.

Who says that we humans decide for ourselves. I believe it’s always the others who unknowingly decides for us and we unknown to ourselves, we decide for the others.

And that as well stretches out to an extent that even the ice-cream that we eat … mostly depends on the price – not the product, nor the flavor… a factor that is not at all in our hands.

And we say the humans are the most independent species in the world… alas we are!

Down the memory lane

Nostalgia

According to google.com this word means a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past.

Past

This word according to google.com means gone by in time or no longer existing!

Yet many of us still live in it.

Pretending that we are happy, pretending it doesn’t matter to us or what happened in that past time… but no matter what somewhere or the other we still live there.

Sometimes thinking about the wonderful things that it gave us or sometime the horrendous pain it offered. But yet again we do keep on thinking about these things or say memories.

Oh! see we got another thing which we use daily

MEMORIES!!

Got some flashbacks?

We do, all of us do get, some small happy or sad whatever it may be, but some or the other kind of flashbacks we do get.

But the question is do we ever react to those memories?

Some might say yes or some may say no, I would say no- a big fat NO!!! .

Is there any specific reason?

No.

Same thing again right!

 Now the question is where am I leading with this thing?

Then I would like to tell you, jut to somewhere, where we all have been… down the memory lane.

Let’s begin from the beginning, and seeing the not so pleasant environment around let’s talk about pleasant thing.

Let’s go a few days back, well in my days. Say two months or so back

I still remember it was 26^th of February and I was due to meet my best friend whom I was going to see off as she was going to Philippines for her further studies.

Now the 'Logical Me' was that I was very happy. But you know the one who would always be reckless, would tell you to be human, especially the one and only thing that makes you human and that was the 'Emotional Me' was sad.

I just wanted to go and tell her not to go, I still wish sometimes that she would get bored of the things out there and would come back to me, To be with me in the same college at least, if not the class. To talk with me on cell phones for hours and hours and then tease me with numerous guys out there.

But then I think of the time when she would be back with her degree, working in a reputed hospital may be as the senior most doctor, and giving me and my family free treatment… it just makes me smile wide. Again going back on what I thought and praying that she would do fine both academically as well as physically.

Now let me tell you when we had met first.

It was in our school. I was in sixth standard and the most idiotic thing which I had asked her the very moment I had met her was “will you be my best friend?”

The day when I had met her, we had talked about it she had said “yeah even I had thought how stupid is this girl, it’s the first time we are talking and she is asking me to be her best friends?”

But then these stupid things to which we accompany people is what makes those people and us BEST FRIENDS

But look at the irony; she wasn’t my first best friend. I had one earlier.

Our families were/ are great friends. We would practically do everything together, we would match our clothes, have food together, we had our special poem “sushila” and “Sandhya kali” some Marathi rhymes, these were the things which made people realize that we were best friends.

But the thing is we grew up and our friendship became what we people call 'MEMORIES'.

And today the only time we would talk is when we have to wish happy birthday to each other or share the links of our vlog or blog.

Isn’t it really weird. The people who were once a great companion are now so apart that we don’t even have time for a small hii or hello?

No right?

It’s always us who do every single thing. We make friendship with people. We are the ones to bring new people in our life and its us only who make ourselves so busy in that stupid work.

No its not only for the people who have jobs from 9 to 5 or the college going kids who have classes from 8 to 6. Its for every single person out there who once had friends.

Now some would say it is soo embarrassing to talk after such a long time?

Oh really ?

Please come again?

Are we really talking about, talking to that person who other than your family has seen your ‘I just woke up look’  or ‘yeah I really eat like I have come from a drought’ or with whom we had climbed the numerous trees and collect mangoes from them . And mind you we didn’t own the said trees.

If once upon a time we weren’t  shameless to tell them how our first crush dumped us or how our parents had kicked our lovely asses just because we got a C in our report card, then have we really grown up this much that we can't call that person and tell them-

‘Dude you were the only person who had a power to make my day as well as lead me to the Satan's home.’

It is difficult right?

It’s soo difficult to pick up our fancy cellphones and dial the number.

But then again we would have that excuse ‘I don’t have the number’

Then why do you use the social media?

From the time we are born, no I would say from the very beginning when we are not even born it is said that things are destined. Our parents are destined to be together, we are destined to be born to them and become part of that wonderful family.

All relations, our parents, grandparents, uncle aunt, brother and sister etc etc. all are destined to be our relatives. Our birth in a particular family decides whom we will be related in what relation.

But in all these things there is one relation in which none of us is bind to perform or respect nor is it destined, it is us who decide if we want it or not, if we are really worth it or not and the way that relationship begins is way different from the blood or the ones which have started with the consent of our parents and elders.

It’s the first relation which we decide and form on our own, from the scratch; some find it at the playschool some at the gardens or some at the elderly age of 80 while going for their regular checkups, but we do find them and these people are the ones who would understand us just the way our moms do or may be sometimes even more than them.

And that is friendship.

But .

There is always a 'BUT', and I am sure when you all were reading the above para you felt as if you know someone like them, some name came on that lips of yours, some beautiful memories did came, and when the 'BUT' came, as well came the memories of the last day that you might have met.

The day when you had bid an unknown final bye to that first friend, even you didn’t know that it would have been the last time yet it was.

How often you might be seeing at your kids or the kids going to school with their hands round each other’s shoulders and talking and eating the raw mangoes or talking about the said chemistry or math teacher whom they have given that unique names, and those memories of you once being there would have been resurfaced to your mind, a smile would have come up on your face and all that tiredness which you were feeling a minute ago would have walked away.

There would have been this excitement to do that, to call that chemistry teacher names along with your friends, to climb the same mango trees and get the raw fruits and run away not wanting to be caught by the owner, and yet again the slight musky and muddy smell of our classrooms after the long summer vacations which at one time was so irritating and now yet again all you want is to smell the same.

These all things are there, they make you smile, and it’s a time that has went away, something what people would call past, and yet we are still out there in it.

Days keep on going, we all keep on aging yet somewhere that small child is still there, yet that 13 year guy who had seen the most beautiful girl walking down the corridors of the school still stayed there somewhere in the corner of your heart,  yet still laid there that 6 year old boy who would have answered to every sharma uncle that I want to be an engineer yet is something which he actually wanted.

But what about that friend who had walked ahead to that person sitting on a bench, with his heart beating so loudly, mustering his courage to only ask one simple question-

“will you be my friend?”

He is as well there, but the fact is every single memory and every single thing is acknowledged but that person who is again and again calling out for you to acknowledge him.

Asking you to muster up some more courage and find out that first friend of yours who told you what actually friendship is. What actually it feels to share your lunch-box with someone.

We all know that time is one of the most precious thing, it doesn’t wait for anyone, there isn’t any perfect timing, if you feel that there is something left that you should have told to someone then go ahead do it, may be go ahead call that person, and as well acknowledge that every person down there in your heart whom you have buried as the hours needle in the clock ticked by.

Many times people say give some time to your family, I would say give time to yourself and your friends. Because somewhere what all we do is for our family we do have those small family gatherings, weddings, birthdays, picnics etc for that family.

But what about those, who were there with us more than our family, did at one time?

Once school is over the school friends end up in the photographs, once the college is over the college friends end up in our college albums, but when we take over our family they always end up in reminders, priorities, and many more things.

We have heard many times that school and college days are said to be best, why?

Because in those days we don’t add up the things related to them in reminders or priorities, we add them up to our heart to our interest, if we do a particular thing willingly from our heart it would be the best

And again who would make us realize that – our friends.

Then why to really led them to those albums and memories why not acknowledge them?

Just think about it, after your summer vacations when you used to go to school how cheerfully you all used to greet that friend, what a big smile used to come on your  face just seeing them – and that to only after a leave of 60 days.

Now imagine for some it would have been years, decades or as well days.

But if you would send a small hii and if the reply would be “ohh hiii how are you its been such a long time yaar I missed you soo much!!”

Got that warm feeling right?

If reading from here is giving you this then think what would it really do when you would receive it from that old and good friend of yours.

Family is something which people and doctors as well call blood related people who are destined to be yours by the god.

But a friend is the one whom you choose from the possibility of 99% of you not being his or her friend.

Miracles happen on the verge on 1% and you choosing a friend for the possibility of 99% that you won’t be that persons friend , that 1 % is a miracle which you create by choosing that person to be your friend.

If you are the miracle creator don’t let that miracle just wipe away because of the mere distance from where you two live or because of some misunderstanding or the most dangerous thing called ego.

Do another miracle, acknowledge that young boy who had mustered some courage to ask that question and once again you muster a bit of courage and ask him again whether he would like to be your friend again.

There is whole lot of chances that you would receive a positive response.

As good friends are quite a few to get and childhood friends are the best you could ever get.  

P.s I miss you a lot Siddhi, Adhiti and Saakshi and love you all too, thanks a lot for being there in my life as my friends.



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The DOSAGE!!

Did the title got you confused?

Dosage… what could it really be about? Malaria, typhoid or tuberculosis or common flew?

Well let me make it a bit riveting.

“when I went in 10 standard along with the strict warning to get good marks my mom started to give some doses as well” my friend said with a small smile forming on her lips, thinking about the time which was quite filmy yet the memories were sound in her heart.

Ohh no, this isn’t from any story or comic or whatever you might have thought. It’s a statement which had got me and my 5 friends into a state of disorientation normally called as CONFUSSION.

Though she kept on talking yet the word ‘doses’ had our attention to it unmarred enough … and I am sure so is yours.

When we had finally decided to stop her and ask what kind of doses are you implying, I mean some memory booster or something.

She had cachinnated and waved a hand at us and in a quite lackadaisical accent said “ohh no, doses as in you know… we belong to this community and expect you to get married to a guy who belongs to the same community, you need to do things very well now or else your mother in law would laugh at us and blah and blah.”

That evening the discussion which was going on earlier had come to an end and some new facts had started to come up.

“You were told about it when you were in 10?” one of my guy friends had asked. The looks which they had given us was quite hilarious.

“Yeah, what about you?” she asked me and others.

What about me. The answer which I had given gave them another shock.

“I was told about these things when I was In 8 standard, and it’s quite normal every girl goes through this training.” I had added with a shrug.

Training that’s what I had loved to call it!

“Why? aren’t you guys told about it?” my friend asked. The boys looked at each other and then the one who was eldest amongst us answered.

“Yeah I was told about it once my family decided to see alliances for me that was when I was 25 or 26 years old what about you people?” he asked the other guys.

The answer was very different from what you would except from a girl. The group of people with whom I was having this conversation was from 18 to 30 and 5 of them were from 20 to 30 whereas I was 18 years old.

It was quite fascinating that the boys though were of 20 to 25 yet two of them weren’t given any erudition about it as yet. The other two were known about these facts as their families had started to look for matrimonies.

How trenchant it was in that room us seven people who were from today’s contemporaries not much difference in age yet we two girls had a different nurture from that of the boys.

Was it that the boys were from some different world or contra distinct section of society or even a colorful community? The answer was No, we all were from same community, same world as well same class of the society yet the teaching that we were given was otherwise.

I don’t blame any male population here, because all those whom I had known till now- I was great to know them. Even those 5 guys with whom I was having a serious powwow were a gift to us. When we had asked them what they think about it? The answer which they gave made me and my friend august to know them.

“it’s not one person whom we could blame about, it’s the thinking… I don’t fathom why aren’t we told about these things at the very same elderliness as that of girl… and then people say that a girl is full-blown than that of a boy has anyone thought of it why?”

Really has anyone of us contemplated about it why?

Is it because of that Y chromosome that differentiate their sex, but then if it is so then males as well have a X chromosome that matureness somewhere has to be there if we think from the hormonal point of view.

I am no doctor or a saint who could really tell whether these things really depend on the hormonal issue or not, but then if no then what could really be the cause.

My friend had said that he postulates that if I was informed of these things well before I was then maybe I would have been a better person then I am.

When a girl is born in a family somewhere even though that family is happy they have this worry of how to bring her up. She is always taught to do this to do that, sit in this manner, wear these types of clothes, talk in this manner and some got to such an extent that even today they are as well taught how to walk in front of people.

Just think of it, if a boy would have for once at the time of girlhood told that you will respect each and every lady in this world as you respect your sister. You can express your true feeling in front of us my child there isn’t written anywhere that a man is a man when he learns how to ignore his feelings rather than acknowledging them.

The girl who would be marrying you and coming to this house is not the daughter in law of this house rather she will be m child and I accept you to respect her and her thoughts and wishes.

Imagine how it would be if a boy would be given all those lectures about what will your wife and mother in law think for the tactics you do. Imagine how a relationship or that budding teenager would be if he would be given the same talk which makes a girl more mature than he is.

We girls are asked to be calm, composed to think upon the matters and then give our reactions rather than acting out in anger or frustration where as if a boy does such a thing the most common thing said by these gossip aunties is “are garam khun hai, bhadke ga hi”

So funny if it’s a boy then “garam khun” if it’s a girl “think and then act” then it doesn’t matter if you like what is happening around you or not.

It might be that many people would have not gone through these things their parents would have not led them through such teaching or such situations, but then if looked around and discussed isn’t it a very few of them?

When my cousin sister had got married and we had come back home I had heard my and aunt say “such a weird thing it is, we bring up that bundle of joy with so much of love and care, and once she grows up this person comes… a pundit says some mantras and with a few drops of water she is given of to someone else saying “kanyadaan” and is married off to that person.”

Somewhere we believed that guy was good for my sister, but today when we see her flourishing in her carrier, her extracurricular activities and home and all she says is “it’s my husband to whom all the credit goes to.” We are proud of her choice, maybe we could have never found a better person then he is.

Till now I had always read this in the novels which I read, and to know that it can really happen in real at least with one person then why not the others?

If one husband can support his wife and her thoughts; then why not other husbands do the same?

When we are accepting some changes around us why not accept one more – why not bring up our lads in the same way as we bring up our princess. Why not make both the partners a bit mature rather than just the one.

It is always said “a lot of pressure at one side always destroys that side, its better to keep a balance between the two”

May be by introducing our sons to the world of reality at a blooming age the story would be different. maybe would help them to maintain the balance as always it’s better to be prepared rather than finding out the ways to overcome the problem once it occur.

Remember a girl and a boy when are born are born in the same manner, they eat the same food, the parents who brings them up is the same, the world in which they stay is as well same it’s never them it’s always us.

How we welcome them in this world, how we make them eat their food, how the parents see them as a girl, a boy or a child while giving them the values, how the world looks at them and how they themselves are thought by their surroundings. As a child always learn from what he sees if vilonce is what he sees than that is what he learns, if love is what he sees than love is what he learns and equality and understanding is what we see than that is what he learns.

How about a question for every person who are reading this, think over it would your life had been different if your parents and this world would have treated you the same way that your sister/brother, mother/father or even your life partner is … answer truth fully and not to me or anyone else only to that inner self who is always with you, for once accept what your heart says, and if it is a yes then please act upon it rather than ignoring that voice within you once again.

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The feeling ... AWKWARD?

Running through the Andheri crowd,I finally reached the place where I wanted to be- at platform No.-4 of Andheri station, waiting for the only Virar train for that hour; where "supposedly" the ladies compartment was going to come for a 15 coach train.

After a wait for hardly half a minute, the train arrived and I, along with many other irritated passenger of that Thursday afternoon- though in month of January,got into that train. after a panic war for a seat between most of the ladies. when everyone got settled that's when we all realized that there were men as well in the compartment.
some women being brave and ones who would fight for a women's right spoke up loudly "Are what are you all doing here? its a ladies compartment get down from the train at the next station or else-"

"or else what?...you cant do anything sister, its a gents compartment and due to some misunderstanding we ladies had got into the train . now let them as well sit here, we cant do anything." said other lady passenger who was traveling from Dadar from where the train had proceeded.

without anything to say about the- oh so brave lady sat down and began to munch upon her vada pav, leaving the very few male species in that compartment into one of the most weird condition.

one could easily say by looking at their faces that they had got familiar with what people called- Awkwardness.

I took out my chips packet to eat and simultaneously my new novel "few things left unsaid " to let the time pass. soon we had reached Borivali and then the game began. Two college going guys were about to get into the compartment and when they saw us - ladies sitting in the compartment they backed off. were they feeling weird? ...yes. were they feeling Awkward? ....yes. were they feeling their rights were violated ? ...yes.

But what an irony was it, that - that day though it was a gents compartment and we knew that some way or the other we were at fault and because of our mistake some people had to let the train go, we had let the every person coming inside the compartment know that it is a gents compartment and please come in. helping out those who might had never helped anyone like us in any situation.

I let out a sarcastic laugh when one of the guys said "yaar yeh kitna ajeeb hai yaar...sari aurtee kitni ghur ghur ke dekh rahi hai."

if just for a minute we ladies had looked at them, some with motherly feelings, some as sisterly and some friendly...then these guys thought that it was Awkward ..."ajeeb" then what about us ladies, who are mostly looked as if we are a piece of meat to be eaten. there is no such fatherly , brotherly or friendly looks or stare that we get, if we wear our school uniform or got out, there is no such feeling when we wear an punjabi suit and go out, there is no such feeling... when we wear a western dress and go out and nor is it when we wear a saree and go out.

that day these guys, felt the journey to be the  most difficult even if they had traveled for about half an hour in the train compartment filled with ladies, but then what about us when we travel or walk around with the most disgusting looks and feelings around us for a whole dam day for 365 day a year...31 days a month 7 days a week and 24 hours a day.

we girls are supposed to wear sensible dress... that's what most of the people say, but i would like to ask the same people what are sensible dresses? those punjabi dresses in which your raja beta's keep looking at us like a hawk ? or those sarees in which they decide the size of our waist.

I don't say that western dresses are way better that the Indians, in fact I myself feel they are way too comfortable, and that's what matter, rather than dressing up in a sensible dress whose meaning none of us know, why not dress up into those in which we are comfortable?

when at last the Nallasopara had come and we had to get down the ladies were the ones who were standing ahead, with the few number of gents standing behind us with there head hung low, what was that , that they were feeling, may me the same thing which we feel when a 80 year old grandpa who sits at the pan shop at the corner of our locality, looks at all the girls irrespective of there dresses, their way of looking .

for most of men's in India, when a girl becomes their submissive, its kind of a certificate that they are men, but I would say the day when a girl would walk around without that feeling called "Awkward" would be the certificate  for them to be called as men.


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THE TRUST OF YOURS

This story isn't mine... a borrowed one would be a better way of saying. not long time back my friend and me we had completed our 12 and started with our college, she lives in pune whereas me- i stay in the king of all cities ...MUMBAI.

on one of these Sundays i had called her - it was our routine to call each other on every Sunday the reminiscent the moments spend together in our school. theses talk used to make us nostalgic and even boost our moods. but this Sunday the topic was different rather it was debatable.

i had called her in the afternoon at somewhat 3.00 pm, the very few words that she spoke gave me an idea that something was wrong .she is among those who would receive their friends call with wonderful profanities and today for a change it was a fake enthusiastic hello. changes are great but these kind of changes makes you get scared to the core.

i talked with her for some time telling about all the unnecessary things that two besties would talk and then proposed the most ignored question of that late afternoon. 

"now tell me whats the matter? and don't you dare say that the sky is blue , i am talking with you and that stupid dog of the hulk of your neighbor peed on your shoe.", i said. though there was a deafening silence at the other end, i knew she wont dare to hang up on me. i cleared my throat to gain her attention and thankfully it worked.
"i fought with my dad." she said as if it was the third world war that she had fought and came, fights with our parents were so damn common.

"so, its not like you fought with him for the first time.", i said in a matter of fact tone. i heard a forceful sigh from the other end and knew that there was something more to this.

"what is it nidhi?" 
"its not me this time rather its them, yaar you know right it doesn't matter to me what the people think what matters is what my parents think about me." 
i did a small humming sound as if i am agreeing with her and she continued...
"yesterday i was coming home from college, with Ashish . my dad was near my college as he had some work, we had walked to the bus stop when we met him, i introduced him and Ashish, and the way my dad smiled and talked with him it seemed he was happy... but when i went home what they said really broke my heart, i cant really believe my parents don't believe in me." 
with that she started to cry i tried to console her an act in which i failed miserably.
"hen i went home my dad said its not for me to walk with guys like this,he asked me whether i had an affair with him. i know he said because he cares for me but then he should have talked with me nicely and explained it to me,rather than making an assumption that i have a affair with ashish ." 

"i am really hurt yaar, it seems as if they don't believe me, he just gave a verdict that i cant hang out with him, i mean how can he do such a thing, and if i had something going on with him, why would have ever introduced them? ... my dad really hurt me a lot." 
with that she started to cry even more. she wasn't the only one who was asked these question and to whom these kinds of verdicts were being implied. it was universal, every parent had to do it, some to save their and their daughters prestige in the eye of their relatives and society and some for some so called beliefs.

"every thing will be all right nidhi just go and tell him what do you think about this matter i am sure it will help.", i cajoled her. we talked for some more time, it was rather me who talked all that while trying to boost her mood and when i succeed we said good byes with a promise of calling back together. but then my mind was never at peace, the question always lingered in my mind whether our parents believed in us or not.

were we so bad at being kids that our parents couldn't trust us to tell them everything. it was major question which would arise in every teenagers mind and what would they really do ? nothing ... if they would even try and think that it doesn't matter for them what the others think of them rather only their parents thoughts are the one that matter the most, the problem doesn't gets solved here... all because though the parents believe in their kids the parents have to think the way the society thinks only to protect their babies, just like the way a police has to think as like a robber while solving a robbery case.

i was sure our parents could not be blamed for this rather the people who back bitch, why don't they get their doubts clear when they have one, but then in this case the kids cant be excused as well, many are there who misuse this trust but then why to really misuse, tell your parents what it is, if someone sees you with some guy or your friends hanging out somewhere talk with the them rather than ignoring them and walking away, the time you face your problems, is the very moment when the problems began to fade. 

there is a famous saying in hindi "na rahega baas na rahegi lathi" 

when after a few days i had called her again and she had talked with her parents it was all fine, when she had made them realize there mistake that they should have talked with her rather than accusing her of something she never did, they should have that much of trust in her that if anything of that sort would be there she will be the one to tell them rather that them finding out from other. 

she made them realize that though what ever the world things it doesn't matter to her till she has them with her she had  confidently said to them "mom dad it doesn't  matter to me what my masi or my uncle or this taai ji or that tau ji will say about me or that their trust will be broken ... what matters to me is what you think and what you will feel... its THE TRUST OF YOURS that matter the most to me. 




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That September Night

I got down from yet another crowded train which got empty just like other trains on the Nallasopara station . The local trains and its crowd was what the western side of Mumbai was famous for just like many other things.
I took a breath of relief as I was now able to breath a fresh air. I looked around to find my family, the small yet cute one with loving parents and to irritating younger siblings. I quickly took hold of my sister's hand who was quite sleepy after a whole lot of enjoyment at my nephew's birthday from where we are just coming from.
For a middle class family we did had a huge number of problems surrounding us but never had that smile vanished from my dad's face which showed enthusiasm and love for his family. we started walking outside the station to the car which was parked at a walking distance of 5 minutes from the platform.
11:55pm  stated the watch of the station which I really doubted was correct or not as most of the time the watch would be dead . No offence to the railways but still the conditions of railways in India is not that good but yep i can say way too better than that of 7 years before when I had shifted here.

we walked towards the car, with my sister complaining "dad why do you have to park the car so far is it even needed? " and yawned . Her topaz eyes showed how much tired she was and would rather prefer to sleep even on this concrete road if allowed .

we laughed at her and soon were about to reach the destination but came to a standstill . well it was just me who stopped whereas my mom and dad who came at this time kept on walking whereas my siblings were way to sleepy to recognize the situations in hand.

The car was parked beside a footpath which a couple of families had considered it as their residence. this was common here in Mumbai but what made me shudder in fright and pitty was a number of kids sleeping on the road with a worn out saree covering them to save themselves from the cold which the night produces out of the blue in any of the season.

"dad how are we going to remove our car?" i asked to my dad who was now about to enter the car. the situation was horrible , on the back side of our car slept a fragile women with a baby bumb not more than i guess 5 or 6 months , and on the front  of the car slept a very skinny old man who seemed as if he is died if not for his body which kept on rising and desecnding from his steady breath.

"we'll manage kid dont worry." my dad said matter of factly as if it was a daily thing or a regular question without any answer .

"no dad we need to wake them up, at one side we have a women who is about give birth to a new being and on the other side is a old man who might be waiting anciously for that small creature to come up." i said and went to the lady to wake her up . she wake up with frantic words "sir please sir the footpath was quite wet, my son droped water on it so we are sleeping here sir please dont arrest us." i shook her and looked into her eyes and said "its okay, you sleep here but we need to take out our car hope you dont mind."
she said a quick sorry and got up while my dad took out the car , while i wandered my eyes to the people sleeping on the road.

"hey thats my gun, wait and watch one day i will become just like salman khan , look i even i have musceles .... i will..will fig--ht you." a small kid said may be 7 or 8 years old . voicing his dreams , but then who would have heard that ?me?
ohh please lets be honest; for once even I had laughed at his thought , even though I had  the same thought when I  was once a kid , but then may be he would be having so many other dreams which i dont even know would ever come true.

may be my dream of working as a Ceo of a great organization would be way to small then his dream to have a house to stay in. i looked at my sister who was now sitting in the car and snuggling closer to me , waiting to reach home. life has promised her a warm bed and blankets, but what promise did this little boy's life gave him?

a footpath to sleep on , a small sister to play with or a huge jute bag to carry the plastic bottles to the 'kabadi wala' and earn what 4 or 5 bucks per bottle?

we have so many things to worry of and feel and think that our life is the most complecated ones .... but really walking out on the street just for five minuts on that september Night made me realise that i have way lot of things to be happy of , if these children and people could smile even for dreaming one  of the most unexpected things, then why couldn't  I......  Life gives us chance to learn many things and learning through books is  not  the only thing that it gives.....  May be a bit of awareness  is just what needed for a person to learn way too much of important  things.





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