Sharing a story I got from a friend who got it as forward. Happy reading…
"NOBODY IS EVERYTHING, NOBODY IS NOTHING,
NO ONE IS PERFECT - That's why pencils and pen's have Erasers"
Mom liked to make dinner with extra care. And I remember one night in particular when she had made it after a long, hard day at work. That evening, mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed.
All dad did was reach for his biscuit, smiled at mom and asked me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and ate every bite.
When I got up from the table, I remember hearing mom apologize to dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said: Honey, I love burned biscuits.
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides – a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!”
You know, life is full of imperfect things…..and imperfect people. I’m not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else.
What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each others’ faults – and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences – is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.
Because in the end, you are the master of your own life, to be happy or unhappy, to be positive or negative.
We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship , be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship.
Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket – keep it in your own.
Moral of the story – No one is perfect in this world. To build and maintain a relation it is important to appreciate the positives and ignore the negatives.
Have many wonderful moments…
About Me
- HariShankar
- My heart will never be free, To push aside the longings I still feel, My eyes will never forget, The fields of patchwork green Soft rain so real, In my dreams I keep searching For those paths I never find........... There're many suspenses,sorrows,surprises stored for the next minute in this world. Meeting you is also one such surprise i hope. I'm embarking on a journey with a hope on this surprise springing world. I believe that there are many pleasant surprises in store for your future.......!! ALSO I VERY MUCH LIKE, LOVE THESE LINES OF ROBERT FROST...WONDERFULL LINES....... "The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.., But I have promises to keep.., And miles to go before I sleep.., And miles to go before I sleep... !!"
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Monday, April 9, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Two Friends - Samy & Prachi..
Good Morning Class, Today we have a new student among us, her name is Samyuktha” announced the class teacher “Samyuktha come here, introduce yourself to the class”
Samyuktha a 12 year old girl, with fair complexion skin and a neatly pleated hair on either side of her head was sitting in the one corner of the class.
She slowly got up from her seat. Each one of the student in class started staring at her. With all those stares, new faces, new city, new school, she was scared to death. She moved slowly to where her teacher was standing and faced the class with lowered head as if it were a punishment.
“Samyuktha introduce yourself to class. Why are you lowering your head?
Stand straight up. Don’t waste the time of the class” said teacher somewhat sternly.
“My name is Samyuktha..I..I…I know no English much..i..i..” said samyuktha with a very feeble voice.
The whole class started giggling and started hush-hushing comments on Samyuktha. The teacher asked Samyuktha to go back to her seat hearing the commotion in the class and asked the class to be quite. Samyuktha almost had tears in her eyes. She was lost in her own world for the rest of the class.
During Interval she sat alone at her desk, looking at her book but not looking at the words but thinking about the world she left back in her small town, Varanasi. “Hi” said a voice. Samyuktha looked up to see a girl standing there. She was slightly dark complexioned, with a smiling face, and had hair exactly like Samyuktha’s.
“I am Prachi, your classmate. Why are you not having lunch?” said prachi.
“a..umm..i not feeling hungry much.” replied Samyuktha.
“Why not? Common I know you felt bad when the class laughed at you. Even I felt bad but don’t care about them. If you don’t eat, you will become sick.
Did you bring your lunch box?” said Prachi.
Samyuktha felt a sense of relief after hearing what Prachi said and started feeling hungry too.
“Yes I brought. Will you eat with me?”asked Samyuktha..
“Yes sure. Lets go outside and eat. We will have some fresh air” said prachi and took samyuktha’s hand and went outside the class to a playground. Both sat and started eating together. They shared a bit of each others lunch too.
“so, you miss your old school..isnt it?” asked prachi.
“Yes a lot. I am from Varanasi. Daddy got transfer here. I got no admission here as my English is poor but daddy gave donation and I got admission..i will fail sure” said samyuktha sadly.
“Oh don’t be sad Samyuktha. I will help you. You will learn everything easily. Where is your house?” asked Prachi.
“In Vasant Kunj, Phase-1” said Samyuktha. “hey even I stay in same place!” said Prachi happily.
“Is it.” Said Samyuktha gladly.
“Yes, now don’t worry at all. We both can study together.” Said Prachi assuring Samyuktha.
“Hey can I call you Samyu?” asked prachi..
“Yes sure, my friends in Varanasicall me with same name. I am happy” said Samyuktha with a glitter in her eyes. Thus the friendship between Prachi and Samyuktha started in the 6th standard/grade which grew manifold during the years to come.
Samyuktha had an intelligent mind which needed some shining and polishing whereas Prachi was a creative person. Samyuktha and Prachi became best friends during their first year together itself. They were totally inseparable. Due to them, both the families of Samyuktha and Prachi too became good family friends. Samyuktha just about managed to clear her 6th grade but later with Prachi’s support she became more and more confidant.
Prachi used to force Samyuktha to be a flamboyant and aggressive in school activities which boosted Samyuktha’s inner confidence. Samyuktha overcame all her inhibitions within few years. Prachi was very jovial and used to crack jokes which Samyuktha cherished. The whole class used to be jealous of their friendship. Samyuktha and Prachi both excelled with good marks in their 12th standard and both got admission in B.tech in DelhiUniversity.
Through all these years Samyuktha became very outgoing person. She was now no more the person which she was 6years ago. She became a smart, stylish and trendy by the time she turned 18. Prachi on the other hand remained same.
Prachi still doted on Samyuktha and was very possessive about her. Samyuktha started drawing lot of attention in college. Due to her looks and attitude, boys went crazy for her on the other hand Prachi was not at all approachable and she hardly cared about her looks. Samyuktha started loving the attention showered on her from her B.tech classmates. She participated in a fashion parade in College’s annual function and with that she became an instant hit through out the college. Prachi always used to pull back Samyuktha to the ground and asked her not to neglect her studies. Other than Prachi, Samyuktha started having her own circle of friends in college. When Prachi and Samyuktha were together, Samyuktha’s friends used to talk to her but didn’t give much attention to Prachi. Samyuktha did try to mingle Prachi with her other friends but Prachi didn’t show much interest. There were lot of times when Samyuktha bunked her classes and Prachi used to make a copy of notes for Samyuktha too. As Samyuktha became more and more involved in other activities of college rather than studies, Prachi became too much involved with her academics and had very few friends or one can say acquaintances other than Samyuktha. During 2nd year of B.tech, Prachi and Samyuktha started having some arguments and fights. Samyuktha wanted to enjoy the college life with fun and being naughty sometimes. Prachi on the other hand didn’t approve with Samyuktha’s thinking.
It was during 3rd year of college when Aakash, the 4th year B.tech student entered Samyuktha’s life. He was supposed to be the most handsome guy of the college. Aakash had the looks of a model with a very sexy voice due to which he used to compere most of the college shows. Aakash came in touch with Samyuktha through some common friends and instantly fell in love with her.
Samyuktha, was on top of the world when she came to know about Aakash’s feelings. With Samyuktha and Aakash’s love affair going strong, Prachi distanced more and more from Samyuktha. Prachi hated Aakash to the core and blamed him for ruining the friendship between her and Samyuktha. Samyuktha who was blind in love, didn’t understand the feelings of Prachi. During 3rd and 4th year of college, Samyuktha and Prachi rarely used to spend together.
Going to each others homes became almost null. Samyuktha started suspecting Prachi to be jealous of her on the other hand Prachi used to miss Samyuktha and longed for her to be like her old school friend.
One day during the 4th year of her college, Prachi was alone in her room and was crying looking at the old photos and greeting cards which she got from Samyuktha for different occasions.
“Prachi what happened? Why are you crying?” asked Prachi’s mom with worried look.
“Nothing..its just that” said Prachi trying to wipe of the tears from her cheeks.
“Kya hua beta..something wrong in college?” said Prachi’s mom
With that Prachi hugged her mom and started sobbing.
“arey arey..what is this..i never saw you crying this way..tell me what happened..did Samyuktha say something to u?” asked Prachi’s mom. Prachi’s mom observed the growing distance between Prachi and Samyuktha but she never talked about it with Prachi.
“mom..why do people change in college..why do we get old..school days used to be so good” said Prachi between her sobs.
“beta..thats life..there’s a saying “the only thing which remains constant is change”..you are not a small girl now..you should understand this..going to college, getting married, getting career, getting old..all this is part of life..you should learn to accept this..”said Prachi’s mom caressing p’s hair.
“No I will never marry in my life for sure. I cannot accept tha some outsider comes and changes other relationships in life. I will not let that happen to my life” said Prachi strongly.
Prachi’s mom chose not to argue with her at that time and hoped time will change her attitude towards life.
“Mom you know this year Samyu forgot to wish me on my birthday. Since that Aakash came into her life, nothing else is important to her. And tomorrow its her birthday and I don’t feel like wishing her either” said Prachi
“Why not..thats wrong..you should wish her..if you don’t wish her there wont be difference between you and her. May be after u wish she will realize her mistake. You should atleast give a try to revive your old friendship.” Said Prachi’s mom convincing Prachi to call Samyuktha.
When clock struck 12, Prachi decided to call Samyuktha and dialed her mobile number. Her mobile was engaged. She tried calling 3-4 times more but still her line was busy. When it was almost 12:30 A.M she thought of calling her landline but she held back fearing everybody at her home might get disturbed. Prachi knew that Samyuktha might be busy talking with Aakash and hated him more. Next day Samyu didn’t turn up at college either. After college, she went straight to Samyuktha’s house with a greeting card and a small painting which she herself did. Samyuktha was not at home as well, when confronted with her parents..
“Hey Prachi, Samyu is not with you?” asked Samyukhtha’s mom.
“uh…No..Infact I came here to wish her” said Prachi
“She said she will go with you to Aakash’s home. Aakash is leaving to US today. She said she will see him off to the airport and that you will accompany her” said samyuktha’s mother with a angry tone.
“hmm oh, actually I was late to college today..may be that’s why she went alone” said Prachi knowing that Samyuktha would have definetly not taken her along to meet Aakash and that she simply bluffed her parents. “Anyway aunty, once she comes, give her this card and gift” continued Prachi.
On the way back home Prachi felt happy that Aakash is leaving Indiabut at the same time felt bad that she was not able to wish Samyuktha personally.
Next day in the college, Prachi was eagerly waiting for Samyuktha to come.
She wanted to see how she reacted for the card and gift. As soon as Samyuktha entered the class, everybody in the class started wishing her belated birthday greetings. Many of them showered gifts to her. She greeted them all with a sad smile. Prachi guessed it must be because Aakash left to US. After that Samyuktha came to Prachi with a serious expression on her face..
“So, you must be very happy now?” said Samyuktha.
Prachi was puzzled, but then she immediately remembered that her parents might have caught her lying to them. “Samyu I had no idea about your plan yesterday” said Prachi with innocent look.
“Oh don’t be so innocent Prachi. The whole class knew I was with Aakash yesterday.
Since last 5 months you never came to my house. Suddenly you came home yesterday to spoil my day. That was your plan” accused samyuktha
Prachi was shocked with Samyuktha’s behavior and was almost in tears “No, what wil I gain with this Samyu. You are my only friend. I tried calling you day before yesterday night to wish you at 12 but your line was constantly busy. Yesterday nobody informed me about your plan.”
“C’mon Prachi. I know how much you are jealous of me since I met Aakash.
Prachi you should go and get some life. I never thought that you would come down to such cheap tricks. Thanks to you my parents have stopped trusting on me” said Samyuktha and left the class fuming.
Prachi stood there with tears and embarrassed with all the stares towards her in the class. The whole class saw what happened between Prachi and Samyuktha. After that incident almost everybody stopped talking to Prachi.
Prachi remained aloof from everybody even outside the college. She remained to her self and kept herself busy with studies. After 6 months, college was over and since then Prachi and Samyuktha never met.
Soon after graduation Prachi started searching for jobs and almost immediately she was placed in TCS, Bangalore. Prachi didn’t knew what happened to Samyuktha and didn’t care to find out. She moved to Bangaloreimmediately and took an apartment all by for herself. She lived alone. In office she used to talk with others when only it was required for work. She was not friendly with anybody. She used to eat alone in the office canteen. Everybody in the office used to call her with different names like ‘sadist’, ‘psycho’,’poor thing’..etc etc. Life went on.
2 years later, one fine day early in the morning at around 7:00 AM Prachi heard the door bell. She looked at her watch and wondered who would be ringing the bell at this time. She just got up to get ready for the office.
She went and opened the door to see a young man standing there with a small bowl in his hand. He was about 6 feet height with curly hair and lean figure and good features. Prachi looked at him with red face.
“Hi..umm..i am Mayank, your new neighbor” said Mayank.
“So….”said Prachi with irritation.
“I am sorry, actually I came to borrow some sugar. I moved in this apartment today morning. I have the habit of drinking tea early in the morning..so if you plz don’t mind can u plz lend some teaspoons of sugar” said mayank with pleading eyes.
“So..for your tea..you disturb other people early in the morning” said Prachi and started closing her door.
‘Plz plz plz don’t close the door..if I don’t have tea in the morning I get sick.. I tried many other doors, but only you opened it..plz ‘ pleaded Mayank once again.
Prachi closed the door on the face of Mayank and he stood there stand still for a minute and started moving to his apartment when he heard the click of the door open from his behind. He looked back to see Prachi standing there with Sugar bottle in her hand.
“Hey..thank u so much..errr…i thought..u got angry…u saved my life..u know”
said mayank gladly.
“How many teaspoons do u want?” said Prachi seriously ignoring the excitement of Mayank.
“umm..oh..umm..2 spoons” said Mayank somewhat embarrassed.
Prachi took 2 teaspoons of sugar and poured it in the bowl of Mayank and without a word went back inside the home closing the door behind.
“Thank you” said Mayank to the closed door!
Prachi got ready for the office and left the home exactly at 8.45am as she used to do daily. Her day in the office went on as usual and at one instance while having tea she remembered the early morning incident. She realized she doesn’t even remember the face of the guy clearly.
Back at the home at around 8pm she heard her door bell ringing again. When she opened, she realized it’s the same morning guy standing outside.
“Now what??” said Prachi again irritated.
“Actually I bought the sugar in the afternoon…so thought of giving you back your 2 spoons of sugar which u gave me……” said Mayank with little naughtiness in his eyes.
“Whaaaat” said Prachi with disbelief.
“Here your 2 spoons of sugar” said mayank again bringing the small bowl in his hand towards her.
“Godddd..wait…here” said Prachi and closed the door. She went back inside the home to her kitchen and came back with Sugar bottle. When she opened the door, Mayank was still standing there waiting for her.
“Here now put that sugar inside this bottle” said Prachi handing over the bottle to Mayank.
Mayank pours down the sugar in the bottle.
“Ok..Anything else?” Said Prachi with an angry tone.
“Nope..thats it..thank you for lending me sugar in the morning..otherwise I would have been dead by now” grinned Mayank
“Its ok. Goodnight!” said Prachi somewhat mellowing down and closed the door.
Prachi felt amused by the behavior of Mayank and the fact that he came to return back the two spoons of sugar.
“Was he trying to impress me” thought Prachi…“Anyway good, I didn’t give him any kind of that impression..now he will never approach me again”
Next day after coming back from work, again her door bell rang. Prachi somehow suspected it must be Mayank again and she was right.
“What??” Said Prachi hardly opening the door enough.
“umm..i am sorry…umm..to disturb u again..actually I need to make an urgent call to my parents in Bombay. I don’t know why but my mobile is not activated yet. So, can I please make a call from your phone?” asked Mayank.
“Good lord..there are thousand PCO’s outside this apartment..why don’t u go and call from there?” said Prachi annoyed.
“Actually there’s only one PCO nearby and today that is closed due to ID festival..i went and enquired and the next one is 3kms from here..well it was urgent..otherwise I am sorry I wouldn’t have disturbed you” said Mayank with pleading eyes again.
“huh..wait I will bring my mobile..” said prachi and closed the door behind , again to come back with her mobile.
Mayank takes the fone and moves little far away from her. Prachi stands there for a while and then goes back inside the home, with door almost closed. After a short while she hears a knock on her door.
“Thank you so much..i cant tell you..how grateful I am today..had it been not your Mobile..i would have not known that in khichdi I need to add 3 glasses of water for 1 cup of rice..” said mayank happily
“Whaatttttt…your urgent call was about khichdi???” said Prachi somewhat angrily.
“umm..yaa…u know..i love the khichdi which my mom makes..so..anyway..here take this 10rs for the STD call” said mayank handing over a 10 rupee note to Prachi.
Prachi takes 10Rs note without a word and hopes not to create any good image of herself in front of him.
“Hey thanks a lot..for everything Prachi” said Mayank
“How do you know my name?” said Prachi with surprise.
“Well you wrote Prachi on your Mobile’s screen” smiled Mayank.
“Ok..goodnight” said Prachi and closed the door.
“There is something peculiar with this man…” thought Prachi again. Through out that day and next day Prachi kept thinking about Mayank and felt bad that he was coming again and again in her thoughts. She tried her best to remind herself that she should not fall into any kind of distractions in her life. There is no place for a man in her life.
Till next couple of days she never met Mayank but he never went out of her mind. She was angry that she was thinking about him how much ever she tried avoiding. One day again in the evening she heard her door bell. She was in kitchen cooking dinner for herself and when the door bell rang, she ran into the bathroom to comb her hair neatly and then went to open the door .
“Hi” said Mayank with his ever charming smile.
Prachi making sure that she is not pleased seeing him asked him with monotonous tone “ yes, what do u want now?”
“nothing..today I came to give you something?” said Mayank.
“well you have given me money for the call you made from my fone last time..now what?” said Prachi
“not that..today I made gajar ka halwa and it came out really well..so came here to share with you some” said Mayank bringing his hand forward from behind with a box.
Gajar ka halwa was Prachi’s favourite sweet dish but she resisted from showing any kind of positive emotion.
“see mayank..i don’t know what you think about me..but I don’t like such gestures from anybody..i hardly know you..as a neighbor I helped you ..thats all..dont expect anything else…do u understand that?..now you can leave..” said Prachi fighting back her inner emotions.
Mayank stood there like a rock for a minute .
“sorry Prachi..i don’t consider you just as a neighbor but as a friend in need..but ..but..i respect your privacy..today is my birthday…I don’t know anybody else in this city..so thought to share this halwa with the first person I came to know in this city..anyway I wont disturb you again” said Mayank and started to leave.
After hearing that its his birthday, Prachi felt a guilt pang and stopped him “hello..wait..umm..i am sorry..i didn’t know its your birthday..Happy Birthday” said Prachi loudly.
“Thank you” said Mayank turning back to look at her.
“Well, can I taste your Halwa..ofcourse if you are not mad at me” said Prachi with a smile for the first time.
Mayank was surprised to look at her beautiful smiling face for the first time and was smitten.
“Heyyy..no..not at all..” said Mayank and gave her the box he brought.
Prachi opened the box and tried some with her hand.
“ummm..it tastes great” said Prachi licking her fingers “can I keep whole of this box.”
“oh sure.. that was for you anyway..” said Mayank “I guess I should be leaving now”.
“Ok..will return the box tomorrow..by the way happy birthday again” said Prachi.
“umm..u know what..i was lying..its not my birthday” said Mayank and before Prachi could say anything, he ran back upstairs to his apartment.
Prachi stood there in disbelief but later smiled at herself thinking how easily she got fooled. She somehow didn’t feel mad at Mayank later and relished the halwa.
As usual Mayank’s magic lingered on Prachi for that day and next day. When it was time to return the box to Mayank, Prachi questioned herself whether to go or not to go to his house to return the box. Finally she decided to listen to her heart and braced herself to go to Mayank’s house.
She pressed the door bell of Mayank’s house and waited for few seconds when Mayank opened the door.
He had a big cutlery spoon in one hand and was wearing an apron.
“Hey, what a correct timing..can u plz taste my rajma curry and let me know if everything is ok?” saying this Mayank left her at the door went towards his kitchen.
Prachi was standing at the door steps unable to decide whether to go in or not. “Prachi…come in..where are you” shouted Mayank from his Kitchen.
Prachi stepped in the house and realized that this was the first time since she came to Bangaloredid she stepped into anybody’s house. She noticed, the house was clean and neat, had decent furniture and she could listen some soft soothing music from the speakers somewhere. Prachi walked slowly towards the kitchen. Mayank was ready with some rajma in a small bowl and asked her to taste it.
“ummm..its nice…everything is ok…” said Prachi after tasting the Rajma
“oh good…see my mom doesn’t believe that I am good cook..i will have to make you talk to her one day…then only she might believe” said Mayank feeling satisfied.
“Ok, I will leave now” said Prachi.
“Why?..i have prepared dinner for both of us.” Said Mayank.
“What….?” Said prachi.
“Well I knew you would come home to return my box today and obviously you will come little early..and also I am sure you would not have got time to cook dinner by now” said Mayank while putting plates on the dining table.
“How were you so sure that I would come?” asked Prachi amused.
“Well I can read People’s mind..after all I am a Psychiatrist” said Mayank
“Psychiatrist!!” exclaimed Prachi.
“ya why?..cant handsome men become psychiatrists?” said Mayank naughtily.
“aha..i didn’t mean that” smiled Prachi “I don’t know if you are lying or telling truth..yesterday you were saying it was your birthday..now today you are saying you are a Psychiatrist!”
“no..seriously..i am a Psychiatrist..i don’t lie on Wednesdays..u know” said Mayank.
“uh..u r impossible..anyway what made u believe that I will have dinner with you” asked Prachi
“Well, today is my birthday..and I knew you wont be able to say no” said Mayank.
“What..plz..you think I can be fooled twice?” said Prachi
“ha ha..see I was born on 6th aug and today its 6th nov ..so its my monthly birthday” said Mayank showing her the seat to sit.
Prachi and Mayank laughed together and started having dinner together.
Mayank was indeed a good cook and Prachi liked everything prepared by him..no not only the food..but she realized she liked Mayank’s charming nature.
“So, what made you come to Bangalore?” asked Prachi having her sweet dish.
“I saw that this city had lot of scope for doctors like me..so I choose this place for my practice” said Mayank.
“Scope!” exclaimed Prachi
“yeah..you see..Bangaloreis a software hub for India..and hence more patients for me” said Mayank with a naughty smile again.
“aha..so you mean software engineers are mad people?..Mister..Even I am a software engineer..remember that!” said Prachi.
“Oh..is it..i never knew that beautiful gals too are becoming software engineers” said Mayank flirtingly.
Prachi wanted to reply him back and suddenly realized that Mayank was complementing her and gave him a smile.
“thanks” said Prachi blushing.
“thank god..you understood that” said Mayank with a twinkle in his eyes.
While Prachi was about to leave his house after dinner. Mayank asked “So at what time should I come for dinner tomorrow at your house?”
“what?” said prachi and stared at him questioningly.
“yeah..you are a self-respect girl right..i know you will return my dinner!!” said Mayank again with his flirting smile.
Prachi couldn’t stop smiling and said “hmmm..smart..haan..come at 8pm..dinner will be ready.”
After coming home , thoughts of Mayank and whatever they talked lingered in Prachi’s mind. She looked herself in mirror a thousand times. All her life never did any guy talked to her the way, Mayank talked. She realized she smiled and laughed so many times on that single day. Mayank did some magic on her.
Next day she was not able to concentrate in her office work too. She was too busy thinking what she should prepare for dinner and what all she need to buy to prepare food. She even tried searching some recipes on the internet.
She left office early at 5 pm and went to grocery store to buy all vegetables and groceries to prepare dinner. She decided to make Jeera rice, Palak Paneer, Cabbaga kofta, rotis, fruit salad and lassi. She finished off everything by 7:30 and cleaned the kitchen and dining hall. She realized she never cooked so fast earlier. She dressed herself in one of her best casual salwar suits and waited for him. Exactly at 8pm her door bell rang. She wanted to run and open the door but she resisted and took some time to open.
Mayank looked handsome as ever. He wore a short kurti and jeans and looked cute.
“Wow you look wonderful” said Mayank.
“Thanks. Come in.” Said Prachi blushing.
Mayank stepped into her house for first time and was soon impressed.
“You did all those paintings?” asked mayank looking at big canvas paintings in her hall.
“Hmm..yeah..i do it for my timepass” said Prachi.
“Oh man…they don’t look like timepass paintings Prachi..these are master pieces!!” said Mayank who kept gazing at those beautiful paintings.
“Oh please…I am not a trained painter..thanks anyway..come lets have dinner”
said Prachi.
When Mayank saw what all she prepared, he said “sorry for giving you trouble!”
“No its fine. Cooking for one person extra is not a trouble” said Prachi while serving food in his plate.
“Don’t say that otherwise I might come everyday” said Mayank.
Prachi wanted that to happen everyday. She never felt so happy after a long time. Throughout the dinner, Mayank kept on praising her food and she got more and more attracted to Mayank’s charm. After dinner they talked for long time. Mayank kept making jokes and Prachi laughed non-stop. Prachi never realized when it was already 11:30pm.
Mayank suddenly looked at his watch and realized it was late. “Hey ..sorry..its late..i should leave..you have to get up early to the office again tomorrow” said mayank and got up to leave.
Prachi didn’t want him to leave and wanted to stop him for some more time.
“yeah..it was …it was nice having you here today” stammered Prachi.
“really?” said Mayank
“yeah…u know..i never smiled and laughed this much before Mayank. You brought something back which I lost long time ago.” Said prachi, her eyes were almost in tears.
Mayank kept looking at her for sometime.
“so where is my fees?” said mayank.
“Fees??” questioned Prachi.
“yeah for bringing back what u lost!” said Mayank.
“aha..so I am your first patient it seems…tell me whats urfees, I will give you” said Prachi with a smile.
“ummm…lets see..umm” said mayank making a thinking gesture “how about one more dinner, this time somewhere outside”
“done” said prachi almost immediately.
“wow…that’s an improvement ..i thought you would me hit” said Mayank laughing.
And then for coming weeks they were inseparable. They met almost everyday for dinner. Mayank and Prachi were madly in love with each other but never expressed it to each other. Prachi started smiling more and more and became more communicative in office with colleagues. All her colleagues were surprised to see the change in her behavior. She even started taking care on what she was wearing and how she looked.
One day in a restaurant, Mayank seemed little restless.
“What happened to you today?” asked Prachi.
“Actually I wanted to tell you something..dont know how you will react!” confessed Mayank.
Prachi suspected that he might propose her and felt little nervous deep beneath her heart but was still waiting for this moment since long.
“Its ok Mayank..tell me…since when did u get so nervous in front of me?” said Prachi.
“hmm..its not nervousness but..i don’t want you to hate me after what I will tell you” said Mayank.
“Now…plz..dont keep me in suspense!!” requested Prachi not able to keep bear the excitement.
“Actually, few days back I read a article in a newspaper. There is going to be a painting exhibition for new talents in Mumbai. That’s going to be conducted by Tina Ambani, wife of Anil Ambani of Reliance Industries.
Without your permission I sent your name and one of the photos of your painting. Today I got a reply from Tina Ambani herself and she is pleased with your painting and want that to be exhibited. I know you are going to be mad at me now but Prachi I want the whole world to know your talent” said Mayank holding one of the hands of Prachi.
Prachi listened to all with complete silence. She didn’t knew how to react.
She was expecting something else. She was in love with Mayank but with what Mayank told her, she could not hold back her tears. Tears rolled over her cheeks and she couldn’t speak.
“uh..oh..sorry Prachi..i dreaded this..i didn’t want to hurt you..Your paintings were so impressive, that I felt it should not confine just within four walls of your home. I guess I should have asked you before. I am sorry again” said Mayank with guilty.
“uh..no no..dont say sorry Mayank..its just that..i never thought you cared about me so much..i never realized that you felt my paintings were worth sending to an exhibition…i..i..am surprised …but I don’t think I am worth it….i do it for my own pleasure..” said Prachi with chocking voice.
Mayank holding her hand tight “I already told you this before..your painting are master pieces and now the response from Tina Ambani herself tells you what you are worth of. Prachi you should learn to be proud of your own talent..you really don’t know what you are worth of…”
After a 2 minutes of silence. “I don’t know Mayank..how to thank you for all this…how will I be able to return the favour” said Prachi.
“The fact that you are not mad at mr after hearing this, is itself a big favor” said Mayank smiling “And the by the way, there would be competition too in that exhibition and whoever wins, will get a sum of Rs 5lakhs and a contract to do the painting of Reliance’s New office in Mumbai.”
“oh is it…that sounds interesting..i hope you wont ask 5lakhs in return of favour” said Prachi teasingly.
“ha ha..may be” said Mayank.
Mayank took care of logistics of sending Paintings to Mumbai. All 5 of her paintings were selected for exhibition. Prachi and Mayank both went to Mumbai together on the day of the opening of the exhibition. There were total of 25 paintings altogether. Prachi was nervous to talk to Tina Ambani but Mayank stood beside her and gave his support. Prachi and Mayank could notice that Prachi’s painting caught most of the attention from viewers.
Prachi and Mayank spent that day in Mumbai doing shopping and sight-seeing.
She couldn’t believe she was with Mayank for whole day. They were hardly in their hotel rooms and were roaming around till 2 am midnight. When they came back to their hotel, they were both tired and dozed of almost immediately in their respective rooms. They returned back to Bangalorenext day by early morning flight. Exhibition was held for 2 more weeks and results were out the last day. As expected Prachi’s paintings won the first place.
Mayank was ecstatic with the news and Prachi was more pleased to see Mayank happy than winning the actual award. Calls didn’t stop pouring in Prachi’s phone that day. Her office was proud of her after hearing the news. Prachi’s parents were both surprised and felt on top of the world.
While they both were on flight to Mumbai to receive the award.. Mayank whispered in Prachi’s ears “Prachi when we will go back to Bangalore, I will ask you to return my favour”
Prachi looked surprised and said “I will be pleased”
The award ceremony went on very well. Prachi had to speak few words on the stage after receiving the award and she was very nervous about it but one look at Mayank and words flew from her mouth smoothely. She became a celebrity overnight. It was one of the memorable days ever for Prachi and now Prachi was looking forward to what Mayank would ask her after returning to Bangalore.
Mayank asked her to come home for dinner the day they returned. Prachi was on cloud 9 and she was sure that Mayank would propose her. She looked forward for the evening and got ready on time. She looked in the mirror some 100 times before making sure she looked perfect. Sharp at 8pm she went to Mayank’s home and rang the bell.
Mayank opened the door and stared at her.
“Oh my god..dont do this to me!” said Mayank.
“What did I do?” said Prachi surprised.
“You look ravishing..what if I get heartattack? I am just a psychiatrist not a cardiologist” said Mayank again with his flirting smile.
Prachi blushed and felt shy.
Mayank took her hand and made her sit on the sofa. Mayank sat on the small chair beside her still holding her hand.
Mayank stared at her for a minute and said “actually I have two things to ask from you Prachi”
“And what are those?” said Prachi, her hands going numb.
Mayank took a deep breath.
“Prachi I want you to forgive Samyu..i mean Samyuktha” said Mayank.
Prachi didn’t understand what was Mayank talking about for a second and later got shocked.
“Yes your friend Samyuktha, Prachi” said Mayank.
Prachi took back her hand which Mayank was holding and stared at him with thousand questions in her mind. Mayank looked away from her and stared behind her. Prachi didn’t understand where he was looking and turned to the direction where he was looking. Samyuktha was standing there behind her.
Prachi got shocked looking at her after all these years.
“Prachi..hi…how are you?….” said Samyuktha slowly.
Prachi looked back at Mayank.. “So you knew me from before hand..and all this was one big drama?” said Prachi with anger.
“See Prachi..yes I knew you ..but all this is not a drama…don’t get me wrong…i…” said Mayank when Prachi cut him in mid-sentence and left his home in rage without looking back.
Mayank ran for her but Prachi didn’t let him in her house. She closed the doors and went to her bedroom weeping. Mayank tried calling her mobile, but she kept it off. Mayank tried knocking her door many times but she didn’t budge from her bedroom. The whole night Prachi kept reeling back to the time she met Mayank for first time, how she spent time with Mayank and felt sad that all that was a drama. He did it all for Samyuktha not because he liked her. She hated Samyuktha for coming back in her life again. Everything was so beautiful till yesterday. She ruined everything again.
She slept sobbing in her bedroom and didnt know when it was already 9am in the morning. She realized she had headache and called her office to tell she will be on leave. She noticed a letter near her main door. She knew it must be from Mayank and didn’t touch it for long but kept looking at it. After few hours passed she decided to read it. It was not from Mayank but from Samyuktha.
Dear Prachi,
I know you are still very angry with me. And I know I deserved it. Prachi I cam here all the way from US just for you. After leaving college, I soon went to US for higher studies and later married Aakash. Life was rosy for few years but I realized I lost all my friends. Even after marriage Aakash kept in touch with his old school friends but I didn’t had any genuine friends. The one genuine friend I had, I broke her heart. I wanted to get in touch with you again but was afraid of your reaction. I tried contacting your parents in delhiand they said you left Bangalore. They told me how much you have changed and distanced yourself from everybody even with your own parents. Then I realized I am the reason behind it. Prachi when I was in college I was naïve and was drawn to all attentions. I didn’t understand what was right or wrong. When I was in school, you helped me to come out of my shell and later you went into the same cocoon because of me. You don’t know how bad I felt later when I realized my mistake. I wanted to repent for everything I did and wanted to bring back that old charming Prachi.
Mayank is school friend of Aakash. I met him when i visited Indialast time and became good friends. When Mayank decided that he wanted to go to Bangalorefor his medical practice, I told him about you. I asked him if its possible for him to get in touch with you. I took your address from your parents and luckily Mayank got a flat for rent in your apartment. Mayank kept telling me about you whenever he met you. I realized you have changed a lot and felt guilty. Mayank and I decided to tell you about me when the right time comes. Prachi, Mayank likes and respects you a lot. Being a psychiatrist he knew you are not the person you were projecting. He wanted to bring out real you and I was happy that what I couldn’t do, atleast he can do that and did that.
Prachi I am leaving to Delhitoday by 5pm flight. I want to say sorry to you again in person though its ok if you don’t forgive me. And one more thing, if you want to hate me still, its ok, but don’t hate Mayank. Whatever he did was not because I asked him to do but he himself wanted it to do. I primarily wanted to be in touch with you through Mayank, nothing else. I am not sure if you will forgive me or not but I want to say Sorry for one last time.
Love, Samyu.
Prachi read that letter for 10 times and tear swelled from her eyes. At 4’o clock she decided to go to Airport. She reached airport by 4:30 and saw Samyu there. Samyu was overwhelmed with joy when she saw prachi. As Prachi came near she swung and hugged her with tears.
“I knew..i knew you would come” said Samyuktha
“How wouldn’t I ..i wanted to hear a sorry from you” said Prachi with tears.
“I am so so so so sorry Prachi..you don’t know how happy and relieved I am after all these years…” said Samyuktha.
“Me too…and…I want to say thank you!” said prachi
“Thank you?” puzzled Samyuktha
“Yeah..thank you for sending Mayank in my life” said Prachi
“I guess that was fate Prachi…I didn’t send him..but it was a co-incidence that you happened to be my friend…err…aren’t we friends”
“Yes..yes..now again don’t make me cry..cried a lot since yesterday” said prachi with a smile.
“ha ha ok ok..” said Samyuktha.
“That’s bad, you friends are having good time and forgot about me” said Mayank from behind.
Prachi looked back with surprise and became happy to see him there.
“Mayank, you wanted to ask one more thing to Prachi yesterday night right..why don’t you ask that?” said Samyuktha looking at Mayank.
“May I madam?” asked Mayank looking at Prachi.
Mayank bent down on his knees and took out a small box from his pocket.
“Will you make tea for me early in the morning everyday , will you cook dinner for me every day, listen to my bak-bak everyday, sleep with me in my bed, ….be my better half for rest of my life” said Mayank showing the ring to her.
“Yes” said Prachi smiling but with tears “ you guys are making me cry like anything”.
“I hope you will not cry for rest of your life” said Mayank and hugged Prachi.
It was time Samyuktha to leave and she once again hugged and congratulated Prachi. Then congratulated Mayank and thanked him for everything.
"Happy Ending"
Soldier & Software Engineer
by Service Selection Board on Tuesday, May 17, 2011 at 1:08pm
Courtesy : Service Selection Board
Vivek Pradhan was not a happy man. Even the plush comfort of the air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdhi express could not cool his frayed nerves. He was the Project Manager and still not entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought; he had tried to reason with the admin person, it was the savings in time. As PM, he had so many things to do!!
He opened his case and took out the laptop, determined to put the time to some good use.
"Are you from the software industry sir," the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop. Vivek glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car.
"You people have brought so much advancement to the country, Sir. Today everything is getting computerized. "
"Thanks," smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a look. He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and stockily built like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place in that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school. He probably was a railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling pass.
"You people always amaze me," the man continued, "You sit in an office and write something on a computer and it does so many big things outside."
Vivek smiled deprecatingly. Naive ness demanded reasoning not anger. "It is not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few lines. There is a lot of process that goes behind it."
For a moment, he was tempted to explain the entire Software Development Lifecycle but restrained himself to a single statement. "It is complex, very complex."
"It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid," came the reply.
This was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence crept into his so far affable, persuasive tone. "
Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the amount of hard work we have to put in. Indians have such a narrow concept of hard work. Just because we sit in an air-conditioned office, does not mean our brows do not sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind and believe me that is no less taxing."
He could see, he had the man where he wanted, and it was time to drive home the point.
"Let me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway reservation system is computerized. You can book a train ticket between any two stations from any of the hundreds of computerized booking centers across the country.
Thousands of transactions accessing a single database, at a time concurrently; data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understand the complexity in designing and coding such a system?"
The man was awestruck; quite like a child at a planetarium. This was something big and beyond his imagination.
"You design and code such things."
"I used to," Vivek paused for effect, "but now I am the Project Manager."
"Oh!" sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over,
"So your life is easy now."
This was like the last straw for Vivek. He retorted, "Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. Responsibility only brings more work.
Design and coding! That is the easier part. Now I do not do it, but I am responsible for it and believe me, that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time and with the highest quality.
To tell you about the pressures, there is the customer at one end, always changing his requirements, the user at the other, wanting something else, and your boss, always expecting you to have finished it yesterday."
Vivek paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with self-realization. What he had said, was not merely the outburst of a wronged man, it was the truth. And one need not get angry while defending the truth.
"My friend," he concluded triumphantly, "you don't know what it is to be in the Line of Fire"
The man sat back in his chair, his eyes closed as if in realization. When he spoke after sometime, it was with a calm certainty that surprised Vivek.
"I know sir.... I know what it is to be in the Line of Fire......."
He was staring blankly, as if no passenger, no train existed, just a vast expanse of time.
"There were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the cover of the night.
The enemy was firing from the top.
There was no knowing where the next bullet was going to come from and for whom.
In the morning when we finally hoisted the tricolour at the top only 4 of us were alive."
"You are a...?"
"I am Subedar Sushant from the 13 J&K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term and can opt for a soft assignment.
But, tell me sir, can one give up duty just because it makes life easier.
On the dawn of that capture, one of my colleagues lay injured in the snow, open to enemy fire while we were hiding behind a bunker.
It was my job to go and fetch that soldier to safety. But my captain sahib refused me permission and went ahead himself.
He said that the first pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the safety and welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety and welfare of the men he commanded... ....his own personal safety came last, always and every time."
"He was killed as he shielded and brought that injured soldier into the bunker. Every morning thereafter, as we stood guard, I could see him taking all those bullets, which were actually meant for me. I know sir....I know, what it is to be in the Line of Fire."
Vivek looked at him in disbelief not sure of how to respond. Abruptly, he switched off the laptop.
It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a Word document in the presence of a man for whom valor and duty was a daily part of life; valour and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical heroes.
The train slowed down as it pulled into the station, and Subedar Sushant picked up his bags to alight.
"It was nice meeting you sir."
Vivek fumbled with the handshake.
This hand... had climbed mountains, pressed the trigger, and hoisted the tricolour. Suddenly, as if by impulse, he stood up at attention and his right hand went up in an impromptu salute.
It was the least he felt he could do for the country.
PS:- The incident he narrated during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true-life incident during the Kargil war. Capt. Batra sacrificed his life while trying to save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. For this and various other acts of bravery, he was awarded the Param Vir Chakra, the nation's highest military award.
Courtesy : Service Selection Board
Vivek Pradhan was not a happy man. Even the plush comfort of the air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdhi express could not cool his frayed nerves. He was the Project Manager and still not entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought; he had tried to reason with the admin person, it was the savings in time. As PM, he had so many things to do!!
He opened his case and took out the laptop, determined to put the time to some good use.
"Are you from the software industry sir," the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop. Vivek glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car.
"You people have brought so much advancement to the country, Sir. Today everything is getting computerized. "
"Thanks," smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a look. He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and stockily built like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place in that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school. He probably was a railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling pass.
"You people always amaze me," the man continued, "You sit in an office and write something on a computer and it does so many big things outside."
Vivek smiled deprecatingly. Naive ness demanded reasoning not anger. "It is not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few lines. There is a lot of process that goes behind it."
For a moment, he was tempted to explain the entire Software Development Lifecycle but restrained himself to a single statement. "It is complex, very complex."
"It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid," came the reply.
This was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence crept into his so far affable, persuasive tone. "
Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the amount of hard work we have to put in. Indians have such a narrow concept of hard work. Just because we sit in an air-conditioned office, does not mean our brows do not sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind and believe me that is no less taxing."
He could see, he had the man where he wanted, and it was time to drive home the point.
"Let me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway reservation system is computerized. You can book a train ticket between any two stations from any of the hundreds of computerized booking centers across the country.
Thousands of transactions accessing a single database, at a time concurrently; data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understand the complexity in designing and coding such a system?"
The man was awestruck; quite like a child at a planetarium. This was something big and beyond his imagination.
"You design and code such things."
"I used to," Vivek paused for effect, "but now I am the Project Manager."
"Oh!" sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over,
"So your life is easy now."
This was like the last straw for Vivek. He retorted, "Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. Responsibility only brings more work.
Design and coding! That is the easier part. Now I do not do it, but I am responsible for it and believe me, that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time and with the highest quality.
To tell you about the pressures, there is the customer at one end, always changing his requirements, the user at the other, wanting something else, and your boss, always expecting you to have finished it yesterday."
Vivek paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with self-realization. What he had said, was not merely the outburst of a wronged man, it was the truth. And one need not get angry while defending the truth.
"My friend," he concluded triumphantly, "you don't know what it is to be in the Line of Fire"
The man sat back in his chair, his eyes closed as if in realization. When he spoke after sometime, it was with a calm certainty that surprised Vivek.
"I know sir.... I know what it is to be in the Line of Fire......."
He was staring blankly, as if no passenger, no train existed, just a vast expanse of time.
"There were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the cover of the night.
The enemy was firing from the top.
There was no knowing where the next bullet was going to come from and for whom.
In the morning when we finally hoisted the tricolour at the top only 4 of us were alive."
"You are a...?"
"I am Subedar Sushant from the 13 J&K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term and can opt for a soft assignment.
But, tell me sir, can one give up duty just because it makes life easier.
On the dawn of that capture, one of my colleagues lay injured in the snow, open to enemy fire while we were hiding behind a bunker.
It was my job to go and fetch that soldier to safety. But my captain sahib refused me permission and went ahead himself.
He said that the first pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the safety and welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety and welfare of the men he commanded... ....his own personal safety came last, always and every time."
"He was killed as he shielded and brought that injured soldier into the bunker. Every morning thereafter, as we stood guard, I could see him taking all those bullets, which were actually meant for me. I know sir....I know, what it is to be in the Line of Fire."
Vivek looked at him in disbelief not sure of how to respond. Abruptly, he switched off the laptop.
It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a Word document in the presence of a man for whom valor and duty was a daily part of life; valour and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical heroes.
The train slowed down as it pulled into the station, and Subedar Sushant picked up his bags to alight.
"It was nice meeting you sir."
Vivek fumbled with the handshake.
This hand... had climbed mountains, pressed the trigger, and hoisted the tricolour. Suddenly, as if by impulse, he stood up at attention and his right hand went up in an impromptu salute.
It was the least he felt he could do for the country.
PS:- The incident he narrated during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true-life incident during the Kargil war. Capt. Batra sacrificed his life while trying to save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. For this and various other acts of bravery, he was awarded the Param Vir Chakra, the nation's highest military award.
Murmors of my Heart
My heart will never be free
To push aside the longings
I still feel
My eyes will never forget
The fields of patchwork green
Soft rain so real
In my dreams I keep searching
For those paths I never find......!!!
Wow what an amazing song in the film 'River Queen'.. So touching and it stayed in my Heart so strong...
I was never to see those people i met in my path, most my Friends, the places i have traveled & my memories again.
We'd never meant to stay up with all those stuff and memories all this time.
And now it was I who couldn't leave all those and couldn't forget...!!!
And a following conversation between Sarah and Doyle and their thoughts
A soldier fights long enough...
it's like he's breathing. He doesn't even know what he's fighting for.
Then he sees something he doesn't have...
like the love we have for those.
Suddenly there comes something worth fighting for.
You've to fight for what's in your heart, DEAR.
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There was only room in my heart for her.
Lost.
Lost to me my Dear was.
I was.
------------------------
I don't know where they took her or where she went.
For years I trailed them.
There was only memories and very few traces around.
I thought if I could find the people she'd met recent.
I'd be sure to find her path and memories.
And if I found her path and memories.
I'd find my Dear one
I traveled...
I searched...
always I saw my Dear one..
And always he was never there..........
To push aside the longings
I still feel
My eyes will never forget
The fields of patchwork green
Soft rain so real
In my dreams I keep searching
For those paths I never find......!!!
Wow what an amazing song in the film 'River Queen'.. So touching and it stayed in my Heart so strong...
I was never to see those people i met in my path, most my Friends, the places i have traveled & my memories again.
We'd never meant to stay up with all those stuff and memories all this time.
And now it was I who couldn't leave all those and couldn't forget...!!!
And a following conversation between Sarah and Doyle and their thoughts
A soldier fights long enough...
it's like he's breathing. He doesn't even know what he's fighting for.
Then he sees something he doesn't have...
like the love we have for those.
Suddenly there comes something worth fighting for.
You've to fight for what's in your heart, DEAR.
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There was only room in my heart for her.
Lost.
Lost to me my Dear was.
I was.
------------------------
I don't know where they took her or where she went.
For years I trailed them.
There was only memories and very few traces around.
I thought if I could find the people she'd met recent.
I'd be sure to find her path and memories.
And if I found her path and memories.
I'd find my Dear one
I traveled...
I searched...
always I saw my Dear one..
And always he was never there..........
Life is about correcting mistakes.
Courtesy & Thanks : Dhinathayalan Gb (who shared this..)
Piya married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party,
Piya 's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook.
With Rs.1000 deposit amount.
Mother: Piya , take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life.
When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in.
Write down what it's about next to the line.
The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in.
I've done the first one for you today.
Do the others with Hitesh.
When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.'
Piya shared this with Hitesh when getting home.
They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made.
This was what they did after certain time:
- 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage
- 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Piya
- 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali
- 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Piya got pregnant
- 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted
.... and so on...
However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things.
They didn't talk much.
They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world.... no more love...
Kind of typical nowadays, huh?
One day Piya talked to her Mother:
'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We agree to divorce.
I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!'
Mother: 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal.
Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it.
But before that, do one thing first.
Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day?
Take out all money and spend it first.
You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.'
Piya thought it was true.
So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account.
While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record.
She looked, and looked, and looked.
Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind.
Her eyes were then filled with tears.
She left and went home.
When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.
The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Piya .
She found a new deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record:
'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years.
How much happiness you've brought me.'
They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe.
Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired?
I did not ask.
I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.
"When you fall, in any way,
Don't see the place where you fell,
Instead see the place from where you slipped.
Bcz afteral, Life is about correcting mistakes."
Piya married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party,
Piya 's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook.
With Rs.1000 deposit amount.
Mother: Piya , take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life.
When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in.
Write down what it's about next to the line.
The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in.
I've done the first one for you today.
Do the others with Hitesh.
When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.'
Piya shared this with Hitesh when getting home.
They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made.
This was what they did after certain time:
- 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage
- 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Piya
- 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali
- 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Piya got pregnant
- 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted
.... and so on...
However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things.
They didn't talk much.
They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world.... no more love...
Kind of typical nowadays, huh?
One day Piya talked to her Mother:
'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We agree to divorce.
I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!'
Mother: 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal.
Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it.
But before that, do one thing first.
Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day?
Take out all money and spend it first.
You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.'
Piya thought it was true.
So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account.
While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record.
She looked, and looked, and looked.
Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind.
Her eyes were then filled with tears.
She left and went home.
When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.
The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Piya .
She found a new deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record:
'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years.
How much happiness you've brought me.'
They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe.
Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired?
I did not ask.
I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.
"When you fall, in any way,
Don't see the place where you fell,
Instead see the place from where you slipped.
Bcz afteral, Life is about correcting mistakes."
The Pig & the Horse
Courtesy & Thanks to Sunantha who shared this
There was a farmer who collected horses; he only needed one more breed to complete his collection. One day, he found out that his neighbor had the particular horse breed he needed. So, he constantly bothered his neighbor until he sold it to him.
A month later, the horse became ill and he called the veterinarian, who said:
- Well, your horse has a virus. He must take this medicine for three days. I'll come back on the 3rd day and if he's not better, we're going to have to put him down.
Nearby, the pig listened closely to their conversation.
The next day, they gave him the medicine and left. The pig approached the horse and said:
- Be strong, my friend. Get up or else they're going to put you to sleep!
On the second day, they gave him the medicine and left. The pig came back and said:
- Come on buddy, get up or else you're going to die! Come on, I'll help you get up. Let's go! One, two, three...
On the third day, they came to give him the medicine and the vet said:
- Unfortunately, we're going to have to put him down tomorrow. Otherwise, the virus might spread and infect the other horses.
After they left, the pig approached the horse and said:
- Listen pal, it's now or never! Get up, come on! Have courage! Come on! Get up! Get up! That's it, slowly! Great! Come on, one, two, three... Good, good. Now faster, come on.... Fantastic! Run, run more! Yes! Yay! Yes! You did it, you're a champion!!!
All of a sudden, the owner came back, saw the horse running in the field and began shouting:
- It's a miracle! My horse is cured. This deserves a party.
Let's kill the pig! ( Because in the foreign country meat means PIG, COW, first)
Points for reflection: This often happens in the workplace. Nobody truly knows which employee actually deserves the merit of success, or who is actually contributing the necessary support to make things happen. :D
Remember:
LEARNING TO LIVE WITHOUT RECOGNITION IS A SKILL!
If anyone ever tells you that your work is unprofessional, remember:
Amateurs built the Ark [which saved all the species] and professionals built the Titanic [all died tragically]
There was a farmer who collected horses; he only needed one more breed to complete his collection. One day, he found out that his neighbor had the particular horse breed he needed. So, he constantly bothered his neighbor until he sold it to him.
A month later, the horse became ill and he called the veterinarian, who said:
- Well, your horse has a virus. He must take this medicine for three days. I'll come back on the 3rd day and if he's not better, we're going to have to put him down.
Nearby, the pig listened closely to their conversation.
The next day, they gave him the medicine and left. The pig approached the horse and said:
- Be strong, my friend. Get up or else they're going to put you to sleep!
On the second day, they gave him the medicine and left. The pig came back and said:
- Come on buddy, get up or else you're going to die! Come on, I'll help you get up. Let's go! One, two, three...
On the third day, they came to give him the medicine and the vet said:
- Unfortunately, we're going to have to put him down tomorrow. Otherwise, the virus might spread and infect the other horses.
After they left, the pig approached the horse and said:
- Listen pal, it's now or never! Get up, come on! Have courage! Come on! Get up! Get up! That's it, slowly! Great! Come on, one, two, three... Good, good. Now faster, come on.... Fantastic! Run, run more! Yes! Yay! Yes! You did it, you're a champion!!!
All of a sudden, the owner came back, saw the horse running in the field and began shouting:
- It's a miracle! My horse is cured. This deserves a party.
Let's kill the pig! ( Because in the foreign country meat means PIG, COW, first)
Points for reflection: This often happens in the workplace. Nobody truly knows which employee actually deserves the merit of success, or who is actually contributing the necessary support to make things happen. :D
Remember:
LEARNING TO LIVE WITHOUT RECOGNITION IS A SKILL!
If anyone ever tells you that your work is unprofessional, remember:
Amateurs built the Ark [which saved all the species] and professionals built the Titanic [all died tragically]
Nice Chat Story..!!!
(Background, both are s/w engineers by the way and both work for real big MNC's )
Hero: Hey...GM (Good Morning)... How's u doing today?
Female: VGM...Day is going good and it got better having found u on chat
Hero: wow...am honored, u know what, my day starts only when I find you on Chat
Female: Yep...me too feel the same...Brb (be right back)'ll get some Coffee.
Hero: OK(Hero waits impatiently. Meanwhile, his manager comes to his seat.)
Manager: Hey, I need some help from you
Hero: [**** This guy always comes at wrong time] Yeah tell me
Manager: Could u write a program for me which generates nth prime number, given value of n. Would you give this by today evening?
Hero: I would do that, but I think it's quite hard, is it ok with you, if I Give it by tomorrow evening.
Manager: Yeah, that would be fine. Thank you [Leaves the place]
(Our hero sighs and stares at his monitor waiting impatiently for Female to Arrive. All of a sudden smiles on his face. Over to chat window...)
Female: Hey, am back
Hero: cool, you know what my manager does, She's kinda..... keeps asking stupid Things, tries to give me stupid work
Female: Yeah, it's the same everywhere. Real sick ppl these managers are!!
Hero: Yep, u rite!!
Female: Hey, can u do me a favor
Hero: *smiles* sure, why not.
Female: Hey, I want you to write me a program to print nth prime Number; given N. Would you give that to me by tomorrow evening? Plzzz. You know it's real Urgent for me to work this out
Hero: hey, that's a one-hour's work. Sure check Ur mail in an hour from now. ok?
Female: THIS IS WHAT I ASKED U WHEN I CAME TO YOUR WORK PLACE.
NOW YOU KNOW WHO I AM!! AND ONE MORE POINT.... YOUR 1 HOUR TIME STARTS NOW!!
Hero: Hey...GM (Good Morning)... How's u doing today?
Female: VGM...Day is going good and it got better having found u on chat
Hero: wow...am honored, u know what, my day starts only when I find you on Chat
Female: Yep...me too feel the same...Brb (be right back)'ll get some Coffee.
Hero: OK(Hero waits impatiently. Meanwhile, his manager comes to his seat.)
Manager: Hey, I need some help from you
Hero: [**** This guy always comes at wrong time] Yeah tell me
Manager: Could u write a program for me which generates nth prime number, given value of n. Would you give this by today evening?
Hero: I would do that, but I think it's quite hard, is it ok with you, if I Give it by tomorrow evening.
Manager: Yeah, that would be fine. Thank you [Leaves the place]
(Our hero sighs and stares at his monitor waiting impatiently for Female to Arrive. All of a sudden smiles on his face. Over to chat window...)
Female: Hey, am back
Hero: cool, you know what my manager does, She's kinda..... keeps asking stupid Things, tries to give me stupid work
Female: Yeah, it's the same everywhere. Real sick ppl these managers are!!
Hero: Yep, u rite!!
Female: Hey, can u do me a favor
Hero: *smiles* sure, why not.
Female: Hey, I want you to write me a program to print nth prime Number; given N. Would you give that to me by tomorrow evening? Plzzz. You know it's real Urgent for me to work this out
Hero: hey, that's a one-hour's work. Sure check Ur mail in an hour from now. ok?
Female: THIS IS WHAT I ASKED U WHEN I CAME TO YOUR WORK PLACE.
NOW YOU KNOW WHO I AM!! AND ONE MORE POINT.... YOUR 1 HOUR TIME STARTS NOW!!
"Don’t expect life to be fair."
Have a firm handshake.
Look people in the eye.
Sing in the shower.
Own a great stereo system.
If in a fight, hit first and hit hard.
Keep secrets.
Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen every day.
Be brave .Even if you’re not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.
Whistle.
Avoid sarcastic remarks.
Choose your life’s mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 percent of all your happiness or misery.
Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.
Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have.
When playing games with children(me), let them win.
Give people a second chance, but not a third.
Be romantic.
Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.
Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life – and –death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems.
Don’t allow the phone to interrupt the important moments. It’s there for your convenience, not the caller’s.
Be a good looser.
Be a good winner
Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.
When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.
Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.
Keep it simple.
Don’t burn bridges. You’ll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.
Live your life so that your epitaph could read, No regrets
Be bold and courageous.
Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.
Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.
Take charge of your attitude. Don’t let someone else choose it for you.
Visit friends and relative when they are in hospital; you need only stay a few minutes.
Begin each day with some of your favorite music.
Once in a while take the scenic route.
Send a lot of valentine cards. sign them ,’Someone who thinks you’re terrific’.
Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice.
Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side. Million –dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m.
Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial their job
Send your loved ones flower. Think of a reason later.
Make someone’s day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.
Become someone’s hero or heroine.
Count your blessings.
Compliment the meal when you’re a guest in someone’s home.
Wave at the children on a school bus.
Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people.
"Don’t expect life to be fair."
Look people in the eye.
Sing in the shower.
Own a great stereo system.
If in a fight, hit first and hit hard.
Keep secrets.
Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen every day.
Be brave .Even if you’re not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.
Whistle.
Avoid sarcastic remarks.
Choose your life’s mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 percent of all your happiness or misery.
Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.
Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have.
When playing games with children(me), let them win.
Give people a second chance, but not a third.
Be romantic.
Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.
Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life – and –death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems.
Don’t allow the phone to interrupt the important moments. It’s there for your convenience, not the caller’s.
Be a good looser.
Be a good winner
Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.
When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.
Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.
Keep it simple.
Don’t burn bridges. You’ll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.
Live your life so that your epitaph could read, No regrets
Be bold and courageous.
Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.
Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.
Take charge of your attitude. Don’t let someone else choose it for you.
Visit friends and relative when they are in hospital; you need only stay a few minutes.
Begin each day with some of your favorite music.
Once in a while take the scenic route.
Send a lot of valentine cards. sign them ,’Someone who thinks you’re terrific’.
Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice.
Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side. Million –dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m.
Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial their job
Send your loved ones flower. Think of a reason later.
Make someone’s day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.
Become someone’s hero or heroine.
Count your blessings.
Compliment the meal when you’re a guest in someone’s home.
Wave at the children on a school bus.
Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people.
"Don’t expect life to be fair."
Don't COPY if u can't PASTE..!! :)
A Famous Inspirational Speaker Said:
"Best Years of My Life were spent in the Arms of a Woman who was not MY WIFE !"
Audience was in Shock & Silence.
He added, SHE WAS MY MOTHER..
Applause & Laughter!
A Top Manager Tried this at Home.
After a Heavy Drink, He said loudly to his Wife, in Kitchen: Best Years of My Life were spent in the Arms of a Woman who was not my WIFE..!
Standing for a Moment trying to recall the 2nd Half, he finally blurted out: I can't remember who She was..
By the time he regained his Senses, He was on a Hospital Bed, recovering from Burns of Boiling Water.
And finally the Moral of the Story is : DON'T COPY IF YOU CAN'T PASTE..!! :)
"Best Years of My Life were spent in the Arms of a Woman who was not MY WIFE !"
Audience was in Shock & Silence.
He added, SHE WAS MY MOTHER..
Applause & Laughter!
A Top Manager Tried this at Home.
After a Heavy Drink, He said loudly to his Wife, in Kitchen: Best Years of My Life were spent in the Arms of a Woman who was not my WIFE..!
Standing for a Moment trying to recall the 2nd Half, he finally blurted out: I can't remember who She was..
By the time he regained his Senses, He was on a Hospital Bed, recovering from Burns of Boiling Water.
And finally the Moral of the Story is : DON'T COPY IF YOU CAN'T PASTE..!! :)
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Married or not - should read this
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer;
she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying!
Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife.
The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the
whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer;
she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying!
Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife.
The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the
whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”
Something in life...!!
Something in life never change
Sometimes in life you don't find reasons
Some moments in life aren't forgotten
Sometimes you loose hope
When time rolls by you try to forget
... what holds you on...
Some people in life are a part of you"
and When you let them go,
You never lose them,
because you find them living in you...!!!
Sometimes in life you don't find reasons
Some moments in life aren't forgotten
Sometimes you loose hope
When time rolls by you try to forget
... what holds you on...
Some people in life are a part of you"
and When you let them go,
You never lose them,
because you find them living in you...!!!
Everyone has
Everyone has beauty they haven’t shared.
Everyone has dreams no one’s heard about.
Everyone has talents that people don’t notice.
Everyone has weaknesses hidden inside.
Everyone has a story left ... untold,
... so never start judging someone thinking you know them back to front.
Because the truth is, you probably don’t...
Everyone has dreams no one’s heard about.
Everyone has talents that people don’t notice.
Everyone has weaknesses hidden inside.
Everyone has a story left ... untold,
... so never start judging someone thinking you know them back to front.
Because the truth is, you probably don’t...
Mr.Tukarama Omble - Do u know who this is? No idea ?
Do you know who this guy is??? No idea???
OK, let me introduce him...
This is Mr. Tukarama Omble...
Rings a Bell??? Or you still can't place him???
Hmmm...
I guess you know who "Ajmal Kasab" is???
Great... Just imagine how popular Ajmal Kasab is... But as for Tukarama Omble, very few seem to know about him...
Well, be that as it may, let me give you some details about him...
"48 year old, Assistant Sub Inspector Tukaram Omble was on the Night Shift on the night of 26 – 27 November 2008 when 10 Pakistani terrorists attacked Mumbai. After the news of firings at the Leopold Cafe, Oberoi and Taj Hotels came in, ASI Omble was assigned to take up position on Marine Drive. At 12.30 AM on 27 November he had called up his family and spoken to them.
At around 12.45 am, Omble was alerted on his walkie-talkie that two terrorists had hijacked a Skoda car and were heading for Girgaum Chowpatty. Just minutes later, the Skoda whizzed past him.
Omble immediately jumped on to his motorcycle and chased the car. A team from DB Marg Police Station was hurriedly setting up a barricade at the Chowpatty Traffic Signal. As the Skoda approached the Signal, the terrorists opened fire on the Police, but had to slow down because of the barricades. ASI Omble overtook the Skoda and stopped in front of it, forcing the driver of the car to swerve right and hit the road-divider. With the terrorists momentarily distracted, Omble sprang toward one of them, Ajmal Kasab, and gripped the barrel of the AK47 rifle with both hands. With the barrel pointing towards Omble, Kasab pulled the trigger, hitting Omble in the abdomen. Omble collapsed, but held on to the gun till he lost consciousness. This is what prevented Ajmal Kasab from killing many more innocent Mumbaikars than he did…
Now you got him!!! ASI Tukarama Omble i.e. He was the Lionhearted Man who sacrificed himself to save many lives and was instrumental Ajmal Kasab being captured alive...
Do you know where ASI Tukarama Omble's family is??? Do you know what his family does???
No body wants to know, nobody wants to even find that out. Not even the Media!!!
Just try to compare what the Central & Maharashtra Governments have spent thus far to support Omble's family and what they have spent on the well-being of the Mighty Terrorist Ajmal Kasab...
Don't you think every Indian, especially the so-called "Proud Mumbaikars", feel ashamed of all this???
ASI Tukarama Omble should be awarded the Bharat Ratna posthumously and his name should to be etched in Golden Letters in the annals of Indian History so that future generations may realize that it is the not the "Rich & Famous" Page-3 Politicians, Bureaucrats, Media Barons, Actors & Movie Moguls, but the "Ordinary Foot Soldier" who is ever ready to lay his life on the line so that the rest us may live in peace.
A poor boy loved a rich girl.
One day the boy proposed her. Then the girl said, "listen! your monthly salary is my daily hand expenses. Should I be involved with you? How could you thought that? I will never love you. So, forget me 'n get engaged with someone else of your level."
But somehow the boy could not forget her so easily.
10 years later.
One day they became face to face in a shopping center. The lady said, "Hey! you! How are you? Now I'm married. Do you know how much is my husband's salary? Rs. 2 lac per month! Can you imagine? 'n he is also very smart."
The guy's eyes got wet with tear by hearing those words.
After few minutes her husband came before the lady could say something to the guy, her husband started to say by seeing the guy.
"Sir! You here? Meet my wife." Then he said to her wife, "I'm going to assist a project of sir, which is of Rs. 200 crore. 'n do u know a fact? Sir loved a girl but he didn't get her. That's why still he is unmarried. How much lucky the girl was. Isn't it? Now a days who can love like that way?"
Moral: Life is not so short. So, don't be so proud of yourself and damn others. Situations change with time. Every one should respect others love.
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Friday, April 6, 2012
விவசாயிக்கு பத்மஸ்ரீ, மதிக்காத **** மீடியாக்கள்!
புதுச்சேரி மாநிலம், கூடப்பாக்கம் கிராமத்தைச் சேர்ந்தவர் வெங்கடபதி என்ற விவசாயிக்கு நேற்று பத்மஸ்ரீ விருது டெல்லியில் வழங்கப்பட்டது. தனது 19-வது வயது முதலே விவசாயத்தில் ஈடுபடத் தொடங்கினார். தனது முதல் ஆராய்ச்சியில் உருவான கனகாம்பரம் செடியை 1970-ல் அறிமுகம் செய்தார். 100 ரகங்களை அறிமுகம் செய்துள்ளார். சவுக்கு மரத்தில் 100 புதிய ரகங்களைக் கண்டறிந்துள்ளார். மூன்று தலைமுறையாகவே விவசாயத்தில் ஈடுபடும் குடும்பத்தில் பிறந்த வெங்கடபதி, 4-வது வரை மட்டுமே படித்தவர் என்பது குறிப்பிட தக்கது.
இப்படிபட்டவர் பத்மஸ்ரீ விருது வாங்கியதை பெருமையாக வெளியில் சொல்ல வேண்டிய அரசங்கமே அவரது தனி புகைப்படத்தை வெளியிடவில்லை. ஊடகங்கள் ஒரு சிலவற்றை தவிர, இந்த செய்தியை யாருமே வெளியிடவில்லை. விவசாயம்தான் மனிதர்களுக்கு உயிர் நாடி. ஆனால், பொழுதுபோக்கு அம்சங்களான சினிமா, இசை, விளையாட்டு போன்றவற்றுக்காக விருது வாங்கியவர்களை எல்லாம் முன்னிலை படுத்துபவர்கள், விவசாயியை மதிக்க தவறிவிட்டனர்.
பத்மஸ்ரீ விருது வாங்கியவர்களுக்கான பாராட்டு விழாவை புது தில்லி தமிழ்ச் சங்கம் நடத்தியது. அதுகுறித்த விளம்பரம் இரண்டு தினங்களுக்கு முன்பே, தினசரிகளில் வெளிவந்தது. அந்த விளம்பரத்தில் விவசாயி வெங்கடபதியின் பெயர் இடம் பெறவில்லை. ‘பசுமை விகடன்' மூலம் தில்லி தமிழ் சங்க நிர்வாகிகளின் கவனத்திற்கு இந்த தகவலை கொண்டு சென்றோம். ‘‘கட்டாயம் அவரை அழைத்து பாராட்டுகிறோம்'' என்று சொன்னவர்கள், அதன்படியே சிறப்பாக பாராட்டியும் உள்ளார்கள்.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
An economics professor
An economics professor at a local college made a statement that he had never failed a single student before, but had recently failed an entire class. That class had insisted that Obama's socialism worked and that no one would be poor and no one would be rich, a great equalizer.
The professor then said, "OK, we will have an experiment in this class on Obama's plan". All grades will be averaged and everyone will receive the same grade so no one will fail and no one will receive an A.... (substituting grades for dollars - something closer to home and more readily
understood by all).
After the first test, the grades were averaged and everyone got a B. The students who studied hard were upset and the students who studied little were happy. As the second test rolled around, the students who studied little had studied even less and the ones who studied hard decided they wanted a free ride too so they studied little..
The second test average was a D! No one was happy. When the 3rd test rolled around, the average was an F. As the tests proceeded, the scores never increased as bickering, blame and name-calling all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for the benefit of anyone else. To their great surprise, ALL FAILED and the professor told them that socialism would also ultimately fail because when the reward is great, the effort to succeed is great, but when government takes all the reward away, no one will try or want to succeed. It could not be any simpler than that.
Remember, there IS a test coming up. The 2012 elections.
These are possibly the 5 best sentences you'll ever read and all applicable to this experiment:
1. You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity.
2. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving.
3. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else.
4. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it!
5. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that is the beginning of the end of any nation.
The professor then said, "OK, we will have an experiment in this class on Obama's plan". All grades will be averaged and everyone will receive the same grade so no one will fail and no one will receive an A.... (substituting grades for dollars - something closer to home and more readily
understood by all).
After the first test, the grades were averaged and everyone got a B. The students who studied hard were upset and the students who studied little were happy. As the second test rolled around, the students who studied little had studied even less and the ones who studied hard decided they wanted a free ride too so they studied little..
The second test average was a D! No one was happy. When the 3rd test rolled around, the average was an F. As the tests proceeded, the scores never increased as bickering, blame and name-calling all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for the benefit of anyone else. To their great surprise, ALL FAILED and the professor told them that socialism would also ultimately fail because when the reward is great, the effort to succeed is great, but when government takes all the reward away, no one will try or want to succeed. It could not be any simpler than that.
Remember, there IS a test coming up. The 2012 elections.
These are possibly the 5 best sentences you'll ever read and all applicable to this experiment:
1. You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity.
2. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving.
3. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else.
4. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it!
5. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that is the beginning of the end of any nation.
குஜராத் - உலக அளவில் இரண்டாம் பரிசு
தினசரி செய்தித்தாள்கள் மெகா ஊழல்களைப் பற்றி பக்கம் பக்கமாக விவரங்கள், விசேஷங்களை வெளியிட்டபடி இருக்கின்றன. ஒவ்வொரு நாளும் புதுப்புது ஊழல் கதைகள் பூதம்போல் புறப்பட்டு முதல்நாள் வெளிவந்த ஊழலை சிறியதாக்குகிறது. நாடு முழுவதும் இந்தநிலை. அநேகமாக எல்லா மாநிலங்களிலும் ஒன்று மாற்றி ஒன்று ஊழல் வெடிப்பு & தலைமை தாங்குவது தமிழ்நாடு!
இந்திய ஊழல் சரித்திரத்திற்கு நடுவிலும் ஒரு மாநிலம், இந்தியாவில் ஊழல் குறைந்த & மக்கள் நல மாநிலமாகவே முன்னேறி, இந்திய ஊழல் தீபகற்பத்திற்கு நடுவே ஒரு புனிதத் தீவாகவே விளங்குகிறது என்றால் அது குஜராத். இந்தக் கருத்தைச் சொல்வது நானல்ல ஐ.நா.சபை. குஜராத்தில் நடைபெறும் நல்லாட்சி நிர்வாகம், அதனால் அந்த மாநிலம் அடைந்துள்ள முன்னேற்றம் இவற்றை கணக்கில் கொண்டு உலக அளவில் குஜராத்திற்கு இரண்டாம் பரிசைக் கொடுத்துள்ளது ஐ.நா. சபையின் பொருளாதாரம் மற்றும் சமூக சங்கதிகளுக்கான துறை. பொதுமக்கள் சேவைக்காகவும் மறைவற்ற தன்மை , பொறுப்புள்ள மக்கள் நல நிர்வாகம் & இவற்றிற்காக கடந்த ஆண்டும் உலக அளவில் பரிசைத் தட்டிச் சென்றது குஜராத்திலுள்ள மோடி அரசு.
பத்து வருடத்திற்கு முன்னால், 6700 கோடி ரூபாய் பற்றாக்குறையுடன் இருந்த குஜராத் மாநிலம், ஒன்பது வருட மோடி ஆட்சியில் இன்று பற்றாக்குறையே இல்லாமல், 500 கோடி ரூபாய் அதிக இருப்புடன் இருக்கிறது. மற்ற மாநிலங்களில் மக்களை ஏமாற்ற தரமற்ற பொருட்களை இலவசம் என்ற பெயரில் அள்ளித் தெளிக்கும்போது, குஜராத் அரசு ஏழைகளுக்குத் தேவையான அத்தியாவசியப் பொருட்களை நியாயமான விலையிலும் தரமான நிலையிலும் ரேஷன் கடைகளில் கிடைக்குமாறு செய்கிறது. ரேஷன் கடை என்றாலே தரத்தைப் பொறுத்தவரை குப்பைத்தொட்டி என்ற நிலை குஜராத்தில் இல்லை.
185 சிற்றாறுகளும் 8 அழியாத ஆறுகளும் உள்ள குஜராத்தில், இவற்றை முறையாக இணைத்ததன் மூலம் பத்து ஆண்டு காலத்தில் விவசாயப் பொருளாதாரம் பிரம்மிக்கத் தக்கவகையில் வளர்ச்சி பெற்றுள்ளது. 10 ஆண்டுகளாக மின்சாரக் கட்டணம் பெரிதாக உயர்த்தப்படவில்லை. ஆனால், என்ன ஆச்சரியம் & பத்து ஆண்டுகளுக்கு முன்னால் 2500 கோடி ரூபாய் நஷ்டத்தில் ஓடிய குஜராத் மின்சார வாரியம் இன்று லாபத்தில் ஓடிக் கொண்டிருக்கிறது. ‘ஜோதிக்ராம் யோஜனா’ என்ற திட்டத்தின் மூலம் 18000 கிராமங்களுக்கும் 24 மணிநேரமும் ‘பவர் கட்’டே இல்லாமல் மின்சாரம் வழங்கப்படுகிறது.
இப்படிப்-பட்ட ஒரு தலைவர் நாட்டின் தலைமையை ஏற்றால் நாடு சுபிட்ச-மடையும் என்று கட்சிபேதமில்லாமல் பொதுமக்கள் நினைக்கு-மளவு மோடி சாதித்திருக்கிறார். ஹுண்டாயும், ஃபோர்டும் தமிழ்நாட்டை விடுத்து, அடுத்த முதலீட்டை குஜராத்தில் செய்யப் போகின்றன. இரண்டு மணிநேரத்தில் அவர்களுக்குத் தேவையான எல்லா லைசென்ஸ்களையும் கொடுப்பதாக வாக்களித்துள்ளார் மோடி. இப்படி இந்தத் தொழில் குழுமங்கள் அடுத்த முதலீட்டைக் குஜராத்தில் செய்வதைத் தடுக்க வேண்டும் என்று தமிழக அரசு மத்திய அரசுக்கு முறையிட்டிருக்-கிறது(!). ரோஷப்பட்டு என்ன பயன்? வாங்குவதை வாங்கிக்-கொண்டு செய்ய-வேண்டியதைச் செய்யா-விட்டால், வப்பாட்டி கூட வாசலில் வருபவனுடன் போவாள் என்று சொல்வார்கள் & அந்தக் கதைதான் நம் மாநிலத்தில்!
-நன்றி :கார்க்கோடன்
Monday, April 2, 2012
தமிழரின் வரலாற்றுப் பயணம்...
Courtesy & Thanks : பாமரன் (Pamaran)
இந்தியாவில் கண்டுபிடிக்கப்பட்ட எழுத்து வடிவங்களுள் சிந்து சமவெளி எழுத்துக்களே மிகப் பழமையானவை. ஏறக்குறைய கிமு 3000 - 2500 காலகட்டத்தைச் சேர்ந்தவை என்பதில் மாற்றுக் கருத்தில்லை. சிந்துவெளி எழுத்துக்களை நாற்பதாண்டுகளுக்கும் மேலாக ஆராய்ந்த டாக்டர் ஆஸ்கோ பர்போலா (Asko parpola) மற்றும் திரு ஐராவதம் மகாதேவன் முதலான அறிஞர்கள் இது தமிழின் தொன்மையான வடிவமாக இருக்கலாம் என்று கருத்துத் தெரிவித்துள்ளனர். என்றாலும் இதனை ஒரு ஊகமாக வெளியிடமுடிந்ததே தவிர ஆதாரபூர்வமாக நிரூபிக்க சான்றுகளில்லை.
சிந்துவெளிக்குப் பிறகு இந்திய எழுத்துத் தடயங்களில் ஒரு நீண்ட இடைவெளி காணப்படுகிறது. நால்வேதங்களும் உபநிடதங்களும் இக்காலகட்டத்தில் இயற்றப்பட்டிருந்தாலும் அவை எழுத்து வடிவம் பெறவில்லையோ என்று நினைக்கத் தோன்றுகிறது. வேதங்களை சுருதி - ஸ்மிருதி என்று குறிப்பிடுவது வழக்கம். "வேதங்கள் 18ம் நூற்றாண்டுவரைகூட எழுத்து வடிவம் பெறவில்லை" என்று கூறப்படுகிறது. பரம்பரை பரம்பரையாக இன்றுவரை வாய்மொழியாகவே வேதம் கற்பிக்கப்பட்டு வந்திருக்கிறது.
சிந்துவெளிக்குப்பிறகு இந்தியாவல் கண்டெடுக்கப்பட்ட கல்வெட்டுச் சாசனம் அசோகரின் சாசனமாகும். இந்த எழுத்து வடிவங்களை பிராம்மி என்று குறிப்பிடுவார்கள். அசோகரின் கல்வெட்டே மிகத் தொன்மையானது என்பதால் பிராம்மியே இந்திய எழுத்து வடிவங்களுக்குத் தாய் என்பதான ஒரு பிரமை உண்டாகிவிட்டது. வரலாற்றறிஞர்களும் இதனை ஒப்புக்கொண்டு இதனைப் பின்புலமாகக் கொண்டே ஆராய்ச்சிகளைத் தொடர்ந்தனர்.
இதே அசோகர் காலத்தையொட்டி தமிழ் நாட்டிலும் பல கல்வெட்டுத் தடயங்கள் கண்டுபிடிக்கப்பட்டன. இவை முற்காலத் தமிழ் எழுத்துக்களாகும். இவற்றுக்கும் பிராம்மிக்கும் உள்ள தொடர்ப்பைக் கருத்தில் கொண்டு தமிழ் எழுத்து வடிவமே பிராம்மியிலுருந்துதான் உருவானது என்னும் கருத்து ஏறக்குறைய நாற்பதாண்¡டு காலமாக நிலைபெற்றுவிட்டது. பிராம்மியிலிருந்து கிளர்ந்த எழுத்து வடிவம் ஆதலின் இவ்வெழுத்துக்களை தமிழ் பிராம்மி என்று குறிப்பிடும் அளவிற்கு தமிழின் பிராம்மி சார்பு குறிப்பிடப்பட்டது.
தமிழின் மிகத் தொன்மையான இலக்கியப் பாரம்பரியத்தை நினைவில் கொள்ளாமலே மேற்கூறிய தமிழ் பிராம்மி பற்றிய கருத்துக்கள் ஆழமாக வேரூன்றப்பட்டன.
தமிழகத்தின் மற்றொரு தொல்லியல் இமயம் டாக்டர் சுப்பராயலுவின் தலைமையில் நடந்த கொடுமணல் ஆய்விலும் அழகன்குளம் ஆய்விலும் கிடைத்த சில தடயங்கள் தமிழின் எழுத்து வடிவம் பிராம்மிக்கு முற்பட்டது என்பதைச் சுட்டுவதாக அமைந்திருந்தது. தமிழகத்தின் ஆய்வாளர்களில் மூத்தவர்கள் சிலர் கருத்தரங்கங்களில் இதுபற்றிய கருத்தை முன்வைத்தும் இதனை அதிகம் கண்டுகொள்வாரில்லை.
எத்தனைதான் மண்ணில் மூடி மறைத்தாலும் உண்மைக்கென்று ஒரு தார்மீக சக்தி உண்டல்லவா ? அந்த உண்மை சில வருடங்களுக்கு முன் நடந்த மாங்குளம் மற்றும் கொடுமணல் ஆய்வில் முதன் முதலில் தலைகாட்டியது. இதற்கடுத்ததாக சென்ற மாதம் கண்டுபிடிக்கப்பட்ட நடுகற் கல்வெட்டுக்கள் தமிழின் எழுத்து வடிவமே இந்தியாவில் மிகத் தொன்மையானது என்று ஆழமாகவும் அறுதியிட்டும் அறிஞர்கள் கூறுவதற்கு அரணாக அமைந்தது. இதனைப் பற்றிய மிக விரிவான செய்திகளை சென்ற வரலாறு இதழில் பெருமிதத்துடன் வெளியிட்டோம். இவ்வெழுத்துக்களை தமிழ் பிராம்மி என்று குறிப்பிடாமல் தமிழி என்னும் பெயரால் குறிப்பிட ஆரம்பித்துள்ளனர் அறிஞர்கள்.
இன்னும் ஒரே ஒரு கண்ணிதான் மிச்சமிருந்தது.
அது என்னவெனில் இந்தியாவின் ஆகத் தொன்மையான சிந்துவெளி எழுத்துக்களுக்கும் தொன்மைத் தமிழி எழுத்துக்களுக்கும் உள்ளதான தொடர்பாகும். இது ஏன் முக்கியமானது எனில் தமிழி தனித்துத் தமிழ்நாட்டில் வளர்ந்த எழுத்து வடிவமா அல்லது சிந்து சமவெளியில் எழுதப்பட்டதே தமிழின் மிக முற்பட்ட வடிவம்தானா என்பது இந்தத் தொடர்பைப் புரிந்துகொண்டால்தான் விளங்கும்.
நாம் "இந்த நூற்றாண்டின் இணையற்ற கண்டுபிடிப்பு" என்று குறிப்பிடும் வரலாற்றுத் தடயமானது இந்த முக்கியக் கண்ணியை முன்வைக்கிறது,
தென்தமிழ் நாட்டில் மயிலாடுதுறைக்கருகே செம்பியன் கண்டியூர் என்கிற இடத்தில் பள்ளி ஆசிரியர் திரு சண்முகநாதன் தனது தோட்டத்தில் குழிவெட்ட முற்படுகையில் இந்த முற்காலக் கற்கருவியைக் கண்டறிந்தார். இதில் சில எழுத்து வடிவங்களைக் கண்ட அவர் தனது நண்பருக்கு இதனைக் கொடுக்க, உரிய கரங்களை இது சென்றடைந்து இதன் மகத்துவம் உலகிற்கு அறிமுகமானது.
புதிய கற்காலத்தைச் (Neolithic - 4500 BC to 2000 BC) சேர்ந்த இக் கற்கருவி சிந்து வெளி எழுத்துக்களைக் கொண்டிருக்கிறது என்பதுதான் இதனை மிக அரிய தடயமாக்கிக் காட்டுகிறது. ஐராவதம் தனது ஆய்வு வழி இந்த எழுத்துக்களை படித்து வெளியிட்டுள்ளார்.
இக்கண்டுபிடிப்பின் மூலம் -
1. சிந்துவெளி எழுத்துக்கள் தமிழகம் வரை பரவியிருந்தன என்பது நிலைநாட்டப்பட்டுவிட்டது
2. தமிழின் எழுத்து வடிவமான தமிழிக்கும் சிந்துவெளி எழுத்துக்களுக்கும் இருக்கும் நெருக்கம் நிலைபெறுகிறது
3. சிந்துவெளி எழுத்துக்கள் தமிழாக இருந்திருக்கலாம் என்னும் அறிஞர்களின் ஊகம் சரியானதே என்பதற்கு இது ஒரு முக்கியத் தடயமாகும்
4. சிந்து வெளி எழுத்துக்கள் பற்றிய ஆய்வுகளை பண்டைய தமிழக எழுத்துக்களை பின்புலமாக வைத்துத் தொடர்வதற்கு வழியேற்பட்டுள்ளது
ஹீராஸ் பாதிரியார் முதல் ஐராவதம் மகாதேவன் வரையிலான அறிஞர்கள் சிந்துவெளி எழுத்துக்கள் தமிழ் எழுத்துக்களே என மொழிந்த கூற்று இப்போது ஆதாரபூர்வமான உண்மையாக நிலைபெறுவதற்கு வழியேற்பட்டுள்ளது. தமிழியின் பின்புலத்தில் சிந்துவெளி எழுத்துக்கள் படிக்கப்படும் நாள் அதிகத் தொலைவிலில்லை.
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இந்தியாவில் கண்டுபிடிக்கப்பட்ட எழுத்து வடிவங்களுள் சிந்து சமவெளி எழுத்துக்களே மிகப் பழமையானவை. ஏறக்குறைய கிமு 3000 - 2500 காலகட்டத்தைச் சேர்ந்தவை என்பதில் மாற்றுக் கருத்தில்லை. சிந்துவெளி எழுத்துக்களை நாற்பதாண்டுகளுக்கும் மேலாக ஆராய்ந்த டாக்டர் ஆஸ்கோ பர்போலா (Asko parpola) மற்றும் திரு ஐராவதம் மகாதேவன் முதலான அறிஞர்கள் இது தமிழின் தொன்மையான வடிவமாக இருக்கலாம் என்று கருத்துத் தெரிவித்துள்ளனர். என்றாலும் இதனை ஒரு ஊகமாக வெளியிடமுடிந்ததே தவிர ஆதாரபூர்வமாக நிரூபிக்க சான்றுகளில்லை.
சிந்துவெளிக்குப் பிறகு இந்திய எழுத்துத் தடயங்களில் ஒரு நீண்ட இடைவெளி காணப்படுகிறது. நால்வேதங்களும் உபநிடதங்களும் இக்காலகட்டத்தில் இயற்றப்பட்டிருந்தாலும் அவை எழுத்து வடிவம் பெறவில்லையோ என்று நினைக்கத் தோன்றுகிறது. வேதங்களை சுருதி - ஸ்மிருதி என்று குறிப்பிடுவது வழக்கம். "வேதங்கள் 18ம் நூற்றாண்டுவரைகூட எழுத்து வடிவம் பெறவில்லை" என்று கூறப்படுகிறது. பரம்பரை பரம்பரையாக இன்றுவரை வாய்மொழியாகவே வேதம் கற்பிக்கப்பட்டு வந்திருக்கிறது.
சிந்துவெளிக்குப்பிறகு இந்தியாவல் கண்டெடுக்கப்பட்ட கல்வெட்டுச் சாசனம் அசோகரின் சாசனமாகும். இந்த எழுத்து வடிவங்களை பிராம்மி என்று குறிப்பிடுவார்கள். அசோகரின் கல்வெட்டே மிகத் தொன்மையானது என்பதால் பிராம்மியே இந்திய எழுத்து வடிவங்களுக்குத் தாய் என்பதான ஒரு பிரமை உண்டாகிவிட்டது. வரலாற்றறிஞர்களும் இதனை ஒப்புக்கொண்டு இதனைப் பின்புலமாகக் கொண்டே ஆராய்ச்சிகளைத் தொடர்ந்தனர்.
இதே அசோகர் காலத்தையொட்டி தமிழ் நாட்டிலும் பல கல்வெட்டுத் தடயங்கள் கண்டுபிடிக்கப்பட்டன. இவை முற்காலத் தமிழ் எழுத்துக்களாகும். இவற்றுக்கும் பிராம்மிக்கும் உள்ள தொடர்ப்பைக் கருத்தில் கொண்டு தமிழ் எழுத்து வடிவமே பிராம்மியிலுருந்துதான் உருவானது என்னும் கருத்து ஏறக்குறைய நாற்பதாண்¡டு காலமாக நிலைபெற்றுவிட்டது. பிராம்மியிலிருந்து கிளர்ந்த எழுத்து வடிவம் ஆதலின் இவ்வெழுத்துக்களை தமிழ் பிராம்மி என்று குறிப்பிடும் அளவிற்கு தமிழின் பிராம்மி சார்பு குறிப்பிடப்பட்டது.
தமிழின் மிகத் தொன்மையான இலக்கியப் பாரம்பரியத்தை நினைவில் கொள்ளாமலே மேற்கூறிய தமிழ் பிராம்மி பற்றிய கருத்துக்கள் ஆழமாக வேரூன்றப்பட்டன.
தமிழகத்தின் மற்றொரு தொல்லியல் இமயம் டாக்டர் சுப்பராயலுவின் தலைமையில் நடந்த கொடுமணல் ஆய்விலும் அழகன்குளம் ஆய்விலும் கிடைத்த சில தடயங்கள் தமிழின் எழுத்து வடிவம் பிராம்மிக்கு முற்பட்டது என்பதைச் சுட்டுவதாக அமைந்திருந்தது. தமிழகத்தின் ஆய்வாளர்களில் மூத்தவர்கள் சிலர் கருத்தரங்கங்களில் இதுபற்றிய கருத்தை முன்வைத்தும் இதனை அதிகம் கண்டுகொள்வாரில்லை.
எத்தனைதான் மண்ணில் மூடி மறைத்தாலும் உண்மைக்கென்று ஒரு தார்மீக சக்தி உண்டல்லவா ? அந்த உண்மை சில வருடங்களுக்கு முன் நடந்த மாங்குளம் மற்றும் கொடுமணல் ஆய்வில் முதன் முதலில் தலைகாட்டியது. இதற்கடுத்ததாக சென்ற மாதம் கண்டுபிடிக்கப்பட்ட நடுகற் கல்வெட்டுக்கள் தமிழின் எழுத்து வடிவமே இந்தியாவில் மிகத் தொன்மையானது என்று ஆழமாகவும் அறுதியிட்டும் அறிஞர்கள் கூறுவதற்கு அரணாக அமைந்தது. இதனைப் பற்றிய மிக விரிவான செய்திகளை சென்ற வரலாறு இதழில் பெருமிதத்துடன் வெளியிட்டோம். இவ்வெழுத்துக்களை தமிழ் பிராம்மி என்று குறிப்பிடாமல் தமிழி என்னும் பெயரால் குறிப்பிட ஆரம்பித்துள்ளனர் அறிஞர்கள்.
இன்னும் ஒரே ஒரு கண்ணிதான் மிச்சமிருந்தது.
அது என்னவெனில் இந்தியாவின் ஆகத் தொன்மையான சிந்துவெளி எழுத்துக்களுக்கும் தொன்மைத் தமிழி எழுத்துக்களுக்கும் உள்ளதான தொடர்பாகும். இது ஏன் முக்கியமானது எனில் தமிழி தனித்துத் தமிழ்நாட்டில் வளர்ந்த எழுத்து வடிவமா அல்லது சிந்து சமவெளியில் எழுதப்பட்டதே தமிழின் மிக முற்பட்ட வடிவம்தானா என்பது இந்தத் தொடர்பைப் புரிந்துகொண்டால்தான் விளங்கும்.
நாம் "இந்த நூற்றாண்டின் இணையற்ற கண்டுபிடிப்பு" என்று குறிப்பிடும் வரலாற்றுத் தடயமானது இந்த முக்கியக் கண்ணியை முன்வைக்கிறது,
தென்தமிழ் நாட்டில் மயிலாடுதுறைக்கருகே செம்பியன் கண்டியூர் என்கிற இடத்தில் பள்ளி ஆசிரியர் திரு சண்முகநாதன் தனது தோட்டத்தில் குழிவெட்ட முற்படுகையில் இந்த முற்காலக் கற்கருவியைக் கண்டறிந்தார். இதில் சில எழுத்து வடிவங்களைக் கண்ட அவர் தனது நண்பருக்கு இதனைக் கொடுக்க, உரிய கரங்களை இது சென்றடைந்து இதன் மகத்துவம் உலகிற்கு அறிமுகமானது.
புதிய கற்காலத்தைச் (Neolithic - 4500 BC to 2000 BC) சேர்ந்த இக் கற்கருவி சிந்து வெளி எழுத்துக்களைக் கொண்டிருக்கிறது என்பதுதான் இதனை மிக அரிய தடயமாக்கிக் காட்டுகிறது. ஐராவதம் தனது ஆய்வு வழி இந்த எழுத்துக்களை படித்து வெளியிட்டுள்ளார்.
இக்கண்டுபிடிப்பின் மூலம் -
1. சிந்துவெளி எழுத்துக்கள் தமிழகம் வரை பரவியிருந்தன என்பது நிலைநாட்டப்பட்டுவிட்டது
2. தமிழின் எழுத்து வடிவமான தமிழிக்கும் சிந்துவெளி எழுத்துக்களுக்கும் இருக்கும் நெருக்கம் நிலைபெறுகிறது
3. சிந்துவெளி எழுத்துக்கள் தமிழாக இருந்திருக்கலாம் என்னும் அறிஞர்களின் ஊகம் சரியானதே என்பதற்கு இது ஒரு முக்கியத் தடயமாகும்
4. சிந்து வெளி எழுத்துக்கள் பற்றிய ஆய்வுகளை பண்டைய தமிழக எழுத்துக்களை பின்புலமாக வைத்துத் தொடர்வதற்கு வழியேற்பட்டுள்ளது
ஹீராஸ் பாதிரியார் முதல் ஐராவதம் மகாதேவன் வரையிலான அறிஞர்கள் சிந்துவெளி எழுத்துக்கள் தமிழ் எழுத்துக்களே என மொழிந்த கூற்று இப்போது ஆதாரபூர்வமான உண்மையாக நிலைபெறுவதற்கு வழியேற்பட்டுள்ளது. தமிழியின் பின்புலத்தில் சிந்துவெளி எழுத்துக்கள் படிக்கப்படும் நாள் அதிகத் தொலைவிலில்லை.
தமிழரின் வரலாற்றுப் பயணம்...
Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone
Courtesy & Thanks : Rainer Maria Rilke (Who Shared this)
I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone
I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough
to make every minute holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action,
and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I don't want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
And I want my grasp of things
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that took me safely
through the wildest storm of all......
I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone
I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough
to make every minute holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action,
and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I don't want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
And I want my grasp of things
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that took me safely
through the wildest storm of all......
"Nothing".. !
Courtesy & Thanks : Raghuram Periyasamy (Who Shared this)
Definition of "Nothing".....
Time doesn't wait for You or Me..
Days Pass 'n year change,
You Miss me.. I Miss You,
You Moved away with Your Loved ones,
... Your Life Changes,
Friends change,
People change,
But Your heart has
those precious moments engraved in it
If You want it or not,
They are Always their,
Making you sad At Happy times
'n Happy At Sad times..
You think about those Lovely
'n Happy days than Smile :)
'n When somebody asks you the Reason
For That smile..
You just say........ "Nothing".. !
Definition of "Nothing".....
Time doesn't wait for You or Me..
Days Pass 'n year change,
You Miss me.. I Miss You,
You Moved away with Your Loved ones,
... Your Life Changes,
Friends change,
People change,
But Your heart has
those precious moments engraved in it
If You want it or not,
They are Always their,
Making you sad At Happy times
'n Happy At Sad times..
You think about those Lovely
'n Happy days than Smile :)
'n When somebody asks you the Reason
For That smile..
You just say........ "Nothing".. !
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