Braveheart.

Braveheart.

          Today, I read an article about  Shweta Basu-Prasad, a National award-winning actress, who was arrested  a couple of months ago for ‘soliciting clients at a five star hotel’ in the city of Hyderabad. She vehemently denies the charge saying she had been to the city to attend an awards function and decided to stay an extra day when the raid at the hotel happened. She was sent to a rescue and rehabilitation centre for two months from where she returned home to Mumbai recently.

In her interview she spoke about her life in  the past few months and the ordeal she went through bravely. At the remand home, she wrote a poem she shared with the newspaper. I loved the poem immensely and was touched with her sincerity, her toughness in the face of adversity. My heart went out to this young woman from a simple background, with immense talent displayed at a tender age, caught in a storm ready to devour her. But, her ability to look the dragon in the eye and give it her all to come out a fighter at the end of it made me look at this young girl with awe and admiration.

I would like to share her poem titled, The Cliff. Every word has been poured from a heart so young, yet so strong — it is definitely inspiring. Here goes…

“Thunderstruck, all alone, I stand
here at the edge of the cliff /
I crawled the dense forest to get here /
The tribes and wild and strays/

They say “Jump, jump from
the cliff” /
As I look down, naked, cold
and trembling/
The ferocious sea I see with its
mouth open/
It’s ready to swallow me./

The noises are unbearable/
the place so dark./
As I decided to jump in the sea I
saw the North Star./
I remembered how it shone above my blessed home/
where singing, hugging and 
laughter awaited me/
I said, “Wait I want to go home”/
The voices murmured, “End
the journey”/
“Jump, jump you ugly thing”/
I smiled to them and pitied them/
They don’t know I have wings.

She said,”It should not seem as if I was suicidal or something. I chose to fly and rise above it all, you know.”

How many young men and women out there get caught in a web so sticky, and how many of them have the courage to fight it out and come out winners? Not many. But, to all those who do, I salute them for their bravery, for their ability to look at adversity in its face and not cower in fear.

I hope the story of young Shweta inspires many to give it their best and not lose hope. For, there is light at the end of  the tunnel.

 

NaBloPoMo November 2014

In sickness and in health.

In sickness and in health.

           Last week, I was not in the best of my health.  Although, for me, falling ill is a rare phenomenon. I have not experienced even a fever in, maybe, a decade or so. And for that I thank my lucky stars and my immune system. Anyway, enough of bragging about my excellent health and all that. So, I fell ill, but, thankfully was not bedridden. My incessant coughing would echo throughout the day and night all over the house and the building I live in! And, as if that was not enough, the other major irritant — the cold, with the sniffles and the sneezes — joined the party.
          It was the effect of the yo-yo weather conditions  prevalent all around. But, for a person who rarely falls ill, it was something HUGE ( huge enough to be writing about it in my blog! ). Utterly irritable and exhausted by all the coughing and sneezing and with the arrival of the fever,  I was at my wits end. But, the thing that saved the day, so to say, was the overwhelming attention the husband showered on me! 
        It has been 17 years since we have been together. The general tendency is of taking the other for granted, except when in the time of crisis. Otherwise, as long as the other is ‘alive and kicking’, everything is fine. And, frankly, I miss all the attention I got ages ago when we were young and new to each other. And, as I rarely  fall ill,  that little thing called TLC, hardly comes my way! Yeah, I know, I sound like the ‘desperate housewife’, but, isn’t it a fact that we all do miss those little things in life as the years pass by? I am sure, women like me, will agree.  Guess that is exactly the thing which prompted the writer of the series to  come up with that story!
      The regular reminders for taking my meds, allowing me to sleep in late in the morning because of lack of sleep at night (thanks to the coughing), the patience shown when I found it hard to speak from  the other end of the phone and comforting me at night as I lay coughing and sneezing my lungs out! Aah! Sheer bliss! The softness in the tone when conversing with me, spending ample time at home and not playing the social butterfly, worrying about trivial issues regarding my health…oh! how I wish it would never end!  How long had it been since I received that kind of attention? Umm…ages, I guess.
    But, as they say, all good things have to come to an end!  Now, I am better. The damn illness seems to have absconded at the mere mention of a specialist! So,now, it is back to being taken for granted, back to getting pushed out of bed early in the morning when my pet dog whines for attention and back to being, what else, the desperate housewife! 
       Oh! When will I fall ill again? 

          

NaBloPoMo November 2014

Chikoo’s visitors.

Chikoo’s visitors.

            I just found out that November is the National Blog Post Month — NaBloPoMo — and as I have not been writing very regularly since the past couple of weeks, decided to participate in the same. So, I will be writing a post every day of this month, by hook,but not by crook, so, help me God! I am a day late in the game, but better late than never!

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NaBloPoMo November 2014
            Thursday, the 30th of October, was a wonderful day for me. It is a few days old, but a couple of my friends who had been wanting to meet my son, my pet dog Chikoo, since quite some time now, had planned to finally come over. Both the girls being dog lovers, called up in the morning and asked me what time would be suitable for the rendezvous. Now, that was quite touching!  Early evening would be better, was what was decided as  Chikoo needs to go for his walk after 5:30, so they did not want to disturb his schedule.

            And, as decided, they came at around 4:45 pm. I opened the door to their huge, cheerful “HI” and happy smiles at seeing Chikoo, waiting to welcome them. But, the thing that made me happiest was the goodies they had brought along, just for Chikoo! One of them, Smita, has two family members with pet dogs, and thus she is also a dog lover. But, never before has it happened that someone has come over to our place to visit us and brought gifts for Chikoo. And, here, I speak about friends, not family.

            Members of my family have spoiled Chikoo rotten by getting him things that he loves. But, these two girls were ‘friends’ who had brought something just for  Chikoo. It was really a sweet gesture, especially for me. Every time people visit someone, gifts are taken for their children. But, not so in my case. My child is a dog, who is not a dog for me, but, my child! But, not all look at it that way. They ask for Chikoo to be kept in another room, or look at him with, not fear, but dislike, if I may say so.

          It takes a huge heart to accept people and the situation they live in. It takes a lot of love to accept that different people lead different lives. It is not just because of the gifts they got for my pet dog, that they touched my heart. Small gestures like trusting pet parents when they say their pets won’t harm, mean a lot to people like me. Not asking for the pet to be tied up or shut in another room, but allowing it to be around its family’s guests, means a lot.

       I do not mean that each and every person coming to visit us fall in love with our dog and get him gifts, but, treating and accepting our dog as a part of our family would mean a lot to me. It would definitely earn them brownie points from me!

          

Happiness!

Happiness!

        
Happiness is childhood,
with Sundays on the beach,
building castles in the air,
      and, a few in the sand, too!
Where sun rays kissed 
the  tanned nose, 
and the waves — the muddy toes.
The ocean, the breeze,
the tiny pink shells…

Wish I could have 
a piece of that happiness!

50 words.
Linking this to the Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50′
The BFF therapy.

The BFF therapy.

           Yesterday, I had the most fulfilling time in the past couple of months. I met my best friend. And as it goes with best friends, she is one with whom I can simply let my hair down, and also my guard! It is human nature to portray ourselves as someone we are, actually, not. But, there are some  people in our lives with whom there is no need, whatsoever, to hide beneath a mask. And, our best friends are the only people that come under this category. And because these people make my life beautiful, I simply had to write about them!
         There are two such girls who fall into the above category. One, with whom I have grown up, lives in the US of A. We HAVE to write to each other everyday. Our respective spouses wonder what it is that we so need to discuss on a daily basis. Although I am very grateful to Mr. Mark Zuckerberg for bringing the world closer, I rue the fact that I cannot meet Pri as often as we did when we were kids. You are being sorely missed, Pri. But, I am happy for you. Be where you are!!
        Pri and I became friends quite unknowingly. We belonged to the same group in our dance class for 5 years before we actually came to know each other!  But, it was our Arangetram that brought us into each other’s company. We hit it off from the word go! And, here we are today, 26 years later, comfortably ensconced in each other’s lives, with no way out!
         Pri can read me like the back of her hand. I don’t even need to open my mouth. One look ( when we used to meet earlier) and one word ( on FB messages ) and she knows my frame of mind. Well, not only my frame of mind, but also my contemplations, reach her faster than light! In spite of this, I know I need not be on guard. She accepts me the way I am — no judgements passed.
       Ditto with this other girl, B. Bubbly is what I have named her for her cheerful demeanour, even in the face of a crisis. We have known each other since the last 15 years. We, too, hit it off instantly. And, she may not know, but I feel so safe when she is around. Her stature belies her gutsy nature. Thankfully, she stays close by. Actually, not as close as I would like, but close nonetheless. And that is such a relief! We can talk about anything under the sun. Anything. Our chats are those ‘no-holds-barred’ kind. Not only when we meet, but also our telephonic conversations can be real mood-uplifters!
       Spending  time with both these girls can be rejuvenating. So much so, that after I returned home last night, I found that while cooking some thing, hubby, by mistake, had spoiled a vessel — burnt it completely. But, it had absolutely no effect on me! I told him to just chill and get another one. That’s all! Why spoil my gorgeous mood and my beautiful day? Such is the effect BFF therapy has on my mind. And, I am sure, it must be the case with everyone around!
       I have heard that people come into our lives and then go away, just like seasons. I have experienced it, too. I did make some wonderful friends, who, because of some reasons, are no longer in touch. But, this for a fact I do know, that whatever happens, wherever I go, these two girls will be always there, with me, by my side. They are like the Pole Star. Steady. In one place — my heart.
      I know, I could have expressed these feeling to them verbally. But then while doing so, I would sure have choked and that would have been too melodramatic! I don’t want to see tears in their eyes. I want to see their happy smiles. And, thus this post.
      I still am in a state of  buoyancy, thanks to yesterday’s rendezvous with Bubbly. Hope this state continues, undiminished!
      Babes, this post is just for you. You boost my morale, lift my mood, give me your shoulder when I need one  and give me tremendous happiness every time we have our  heart-to-heart chats.  I simply cannot imagine life without the two of you.
     Here’s to my favourite girls and to our reviving therapy!
    Love you lots!