Saturday, September 22, 2012

The Boy and The Holy River- A story of Love, Loss and a Great Purpose

It had been less a year since the boy had begun to row boat in the river Ganges in the famous city of Benares in India.

The boy remembered floating paper boats in the roadside streams in rains while his father rowed the larger boat in the river. He had no mother or siblings. And one day his father went very far in the river but never returned. He didn’t go to school, but knew how to row boat; so he lent one, gave ride to tourists who gave him money in return.

The boy hated the river for she took away his father yet he depended on it to feed himself.

One day the boy sat on his boat crying heavily while a fellow boatman was trying to console him “The boat owner has beaten me again! He said if I don’t bring him back enough money, he’ll lent the boat to someone else and would throw me in the river to die just like my father. But the wicked tourists are so rare now-a-days.”

“Don’t worry! Diwali is near and in the night all people of the city and far beyond, go for boating. You’ll earn more than enough.” the boatman said, the boy looked at him; he was twice of his size and also stunk twice as much. He nodded. The boy impatiently waited for the day of Diwali for he hadn’t earned much money.

Finally the day arrived, the banks were more crowded than ever and there were more boats than he had ever seen. He waited eagerly for tourists to ride in his boat but boatmen older than him kept on pushing his boat far from the ghat*, so the boat was out of reach of tourists. It was getting dark and young girls and old women were floating earthen lamps in the river and on the ghats, the priests were worshiping the river, holding and moving lamps in clockwise circles in Aarti*, people were worshiping, clapping and carried the lamps in their boats. The chants were enchanting. It was a magical experience: whole river turned golden- red, the light slashed through the darkness of new moon night and lightened everything. The boy was so lost in the experience that he had almost forgotten why he was there, until a strange man with shaved head, deep eyes and saffron robs appeared, asking for a boat ride accompanied with a woman who also wore similar robes.

The boy rowed the boat with the man calmly sitting and woman cherishing the view. “It’s so enchanting Man of Wisdom!” she exclaimed. “This man is made up of flesh and blood, how can he be made up of wisdom?” the boy asked, looking confused. The woman laughed, the man smiled but the boy only got more confused.

“10 years ago when I came here for the last time, the city was less developed but the river was cleaner. The water was so clear that you could see the beautiful fishes and could drink the water but now it stinks” the man said. “Yes! The city is developed; they’ve even got pizzas here, traditional though. I bought one from a pizzeria on the ghat, it’s delicious!” the woman said in an excited tone. “Firangan*, come to my house and I’ll make dal-roti* for you, and you’ll forget the taste of pizzha.” the boy said defensively.

“The people from around the World come here to bathe in the river to wash their sins, drink, store and carry this water thinking it’d bring them good luck, pour it in the mouths of new born and dead ones citing it’d purify their bodies, use it to wash their idols thinking the Gods would be pleased, float lamps thinking that the river would grant them wishes and fulfill their desires and throw the remains of the dead ones thinking they’d go to heaven. This city is most ancient in the world and the river is the reason that people still flourish here. Half of Indians still live on its water. The whole Indian civilization exists because this river exists.” the man said looking blankly at distance, while the boy and the woman calmly listened.

After a pause, he continued “Yet these same people throw industrial waste, pour the drainage of cities, sewage from their homes, wash their animals, throw trash, submerge idols and dead bodies, wash their clothes, utensils, excreta and pollute the river. The water is unfit for irrigation let alone drinking.” Man of Wisdom said with moist eyes. On hearing this, the boy suddenly looked nauseated and dropped the oars. He was about to vomit in the river but Man of Wisdom turned his head and he vomited in the boat.

“You’re right. We call this river our mother yet rape it everyday. It gives us so much but we always want more and more.” the boy said sincerely. “Your City of Burning, Learning and Earning owes it all to the river.” Man of Wisdom said. “My mother was cremated on that Manikarnika Ghat” the boy pointed to one bank; “I learnt to row boat from my father there on Assi Ghat” the boy pointed in the horizonAnd earn mostly from boating around Dashashwamedh Ghat.” the boy said, that’s all he could make from Man of Wisdom’s statement.

“Do you want to do something for the river?” Man asked. “Yes! I won’t pee in it anymore!” the boy said, woman laughed but Man of Wisdom became serious. “You also drink its water and give it back, completing the cycle, eh?” he asked in a loud tone. “You know wisdom, you can’t control sometimes when you’re in the middle of the river and ghats are too far. But I’d do anything you’d say to save the river.” the boy said firmly.

“Paint your boat with positive messages and…” Man said; “It’s not my boat” boy said; “I’ll buy you one” the woman said. “OK but I can’t read, how would I know if the message is positive or negative?” the boy asked again. “Would you like to go to school? I also want to do something for the river; I’d stay and teach children here love the city and river. We’ll boat together, organize campaigns and ask other tourists and residents to help” the woman said. Both boy and Man of Wisdom nodded in affirmative.

They had come far in river where there were no other boats. It was all dark but the lamp in their boat was beaming, fighting with the wind and the darkness.

Three months later…
 “Can we three people really make the river Better, while millions still pollute it? What three are to millions?” the boy asked, looking depressed. They had bought a few boats, began a small school where children were educated for free and their families were avowed to protect the river and not to contaminate it. It was funded by the royalty from books, the profits from woman’s farms in Canada and the income from the boats. Soon Man of Wisdom’s disciples from around the planet joined the campaign and it also gained the support of local activists and enthusiastic tourists.

“All great things begin with small efforts. All big achievements begin with simple ideas and passionate people. Now from three we’re three hundred, soon we might become thousands and as the number of people who protect and clean the river increases, the number of people who pollute it decreases. May be one day everyone would care and no one would dare to pollute it. We live and work for that future.” Man of Wisdom said calmly and darkened the "WE" on an awareness poster he was making.

The boy on hearing this ran to his boat, abruptly he slipped on the stair of the ghat, rolled down and fell in the river, the water was deep as the boats were tied there. The boy was an excellent swimmer, but his shirt was stuck in an anchor on the river floor and despite his best efforts he couldn't swim above to breathe. He tried to scream for help but even more water filled his mouth. He was out of air and was suffocating badly, the darkness was filling his eyes and the sun, which was moving with movement of water above him, was slowly disappearing. "I'd meet my father" he thought. Suddenly a violent thrust of water caused by under water currents teared his shirt and threw him out of water, he caught the edge of the boat. He had learnt to read and he saw the writing on his boat:
The Mother always protect us, it's time we return the favor. 
He climbed over the boat, he only had a few bruises. Grateful, he bowed with folded hands and thanked the river: his mother. He was resolute, he'll do anything to protect her, like she just protected him and return the favor.

Meaning of Hindi Words used:
Benares: A prominent ancient city, on the bank of Ganges now known as Varanasi.
Ghat: Stairs on the river bank leading to river.
Aarti: A ritual of worship with lamps and songs, offered to a deity.
Firangan: Used here in the sense of a foreign woman.
dal-roti: Most simplistic Indian food.
 Assi, Manikarnika and Dashashwamedh Ghat : Three most important ghats in Varanasi.

Click: To know more about Ganges, the Pollution in Ganges and the ways to reduce pollution. To know more about the city of Varanasi and about Diwali: The festival of Light

PLEASE take some simple, small efforts to save our rivers. Spread positive messages, use recyclable products, use phosphate free detergents, don’t throw away trash, sign petitions for Govt to take actions, encourage any farmer of your acquaintance to not use pesticides or insecticides,  if you live near a river educate yourself and your children about the importance of protecting rivers.
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Remember: It’s still in our hands to recover our rivers from most of the damage, 50 years later it won’t be possible. Then our children would struggles for fresh water and would blame us for ruining the water sources. According to most experts, third World War would be fought for water! With you small efforts, you can help in avoiding it.

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Tuesday, September 4, 2012

The Dark of the Night - A story about finding Light in the Darkness

It was a cold dark night. Two men were chatting around fire, which was so feeble that neither of them was visible nor it could possibly provide them any comfort from the cold.
“All the wrong things happen in the night. All robberies, murders, even the devils like us are born because of the night.” one of them said while sharpening something over a rock. The other laughed a strange laugh as if chewing something. “I made a rhyme, I made a rhyme” he said in a very excited tone and then sang:
“In the Dark of the Night,
When everything gets out of sight.
Kill, steal, thrill before they put on the light;
Only idiots waste time thinking what’s wrong or right.
Before you take out the life, treasure their face with their fright;
Signal thy mate, rush to the window, quick and bright.
Don’t be scared of jumping from that height,
A robbery needs, you have that might.
We go for the kill, alright?
In the Dark of tonight!”

The man finished the song and bowed, while the other man tapped the knife on the rock as if clapping in praise. “Am just waitin’ for that little tinkilin’ candle light ove’ there, once they blow it out and begin to get naughty; we’re gonna go and slit their throats. That rich bogus would regret keeping money at his house.” he said, sliding his finger over the edge of the knife which was now sparkling with blood.

“I want his wife, as a squeeze, she’s a little cute thing. I see her at temple everyday. You sure, the King’s soldiers won’t interfere?” the man who was chewing, asked. “How’d they know if anything wrong gonna happen here? Walk like a shadow, attack like death and come out like silence.” the other replied.

Soon the candle was blown out and it was completely dark. The two men climbed the house with utmost care. “Cut the throat first” they thought and each one cut the throat of the person near him, on their bed, in their sleep. “Take everything you want” they thought and parted each other to open two treasure chests of the rich merchant. “Rush to the Window” One of the man appeared at the window. “Get lost again in the Dark of the Night” he thought but suddenly he realized his brother isn’t there. “Teeny!” he screamed his name. “I’m bitten! There was a snake in the chest! I also killed that sweet woman. Nothing’s right, in the dark of tonight! Come brother, help!” Teeny cried out loud. His brother instead tried to open the window but to no avail, it was locked. “How the hell it can get locked? It was open earlier!” he cried. Suddenly a spear struck him in the leg and he fell back.

“Fleeing? Leaving your little brother here to die?” the man knew the voice, he was right: it was the General. The soldiers had captured both the thieves, the one bitten by snake died; while the other kept crying and apologizing.
“Thank you sire!” The rich merchant, with his wife on his side said, bowing. Two mannequins, with red color flowing through their throat were lying on the bed. The thieves were fooled at every step and were finally caught. “How did you know, that we’ll rob here?” the thief asked. “Your brother followed the merchant’s wife everywhere; she complained of it to her husband, who in turn consulted to me. We tracked and saw & were delighted to find it was you. The most dangerous thief in the whole empire. We knew your brother would tell you about merchant’s wealth so he could get his hands on his wife. We knew your methods and let you in and caught you.” the general said. The thief was later put on trial and sentenced to death.
The merchant’s wife sat next to him and sang:
“Look outside it’s Beautiful Twilight,
Turn on the lights, let everything look bright.
With all their might, on their duty were our brave knights,
Now the scoundrels have been caught, Ah! What a delight!
No matter how bad it might get, in the end, the right always wins the fight,
Whether it’s in the bright of the day or the Dark of the Night.”

The merchant embraced her in an admiration and awe. He was filled with prideful joy at having such a courageous and wise wife. Then he blew out the candle without any fear. The darkness again dawned everywhere.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

On A Slow Suicidal Track- An Inspiring poem for quitting Smoking on World No Tobacco Day

"Hiding from my wife and children, I secretly walk out of the house;
I can't resist the feeling that this smoking arouse.
I light up the cigarette every hour without a brake;
Though I'd love to live long, but I know I'm walking on a Slow Suicidal Track.

Though I love her a lot, but still we often fight;
The never ending discussion of what is wrong and what is right?
I'd love to somehow fill our relation's ever occurring cracks;
Though I want to live a happy life, but with smoking, I know I'm walking on a Slow Suicidal Track.

In the price of my expensive cigarette, a hungry soul could have a meal;
In the time I finish one, 50 children would have lost their lives, it's true but seems so unreal.
I never knew with my one cigarette so much was at stake;
Though I'd like to save their lives but with smoking I find myself on a Slow Suicidal Track.

My kids don't come close to me, my breath repels them;
My wife won't love, my parents won't talk, my life, it is mayhem!
They all in one voice say, if I don't quit smoking, there won't be many candles on my birthday Cake;
I know they're right, but still I haven't quit, I'm still walking on this Slow Suicidal Track

Though I'm pretty young but I can't walk long, don't feel strong, I feel very old;
"This Cigarette is a medicine my friend", Oh! It all began with this lie that jerk sold!
The blood, the cough, the cancer and tar have filled up to my mouth and my neck;
And I being an idiot still walked on the Slow Suicidal Track.

I don't want to suffer it all just to light the fire and to give in to my pity desire;
If I don't quit I'd lose it all, now to quit it forever is what I aspire.
I suffered a lot, I had enough, this misery has to end and now there's no turning back!
I Stop, I Quit, I know I have walked enough on this Slow Suicidal track.

Please listen my friend, if you use tobacco or smoke it too,
Don't give in, the quitting is hard just in the first day or two.
Now since you've begun don't fallback, attack! there's nothing you lack,
There's no use on walking on this, let's smack! this dirty Suicidal Track!"

On this
World No Tobacco Day
Quit Smoking!
            Choose Life over Death, Choose Merry over Misery!
End the Suffering, begin the Living!
1216 people quit smoking everyday, by dying!
Please don't be part of this statistics.
If you agree with the message of the poem and you know someone who smoke, then share, pass it on and spread the words, so more people can live.

We Human, can always, have always and will always triumph over the darkest Maligns! And this is just a pity desire. Throw the cigarettes into the trash. This time let this misery smoke and disappear into this air, while you take the fresh air.

One in six person die because of smoking. To put this into context, in the US alone, tobacco kills the equivalent of three jumbo jets full of people crashing every day, with no survivors. On a worldwide basis, this equates to a single jumbo jet every hour. Source- Wikipedia (Health Effects of Smoking).

If you smoke you're a danger not to your self but to people around you, people you love, the whole society and the whole Humanity! There is a chance that 33% people around you will get the cancer and die due to Passive Smoking (Passive Smoking)

This poem is part of a collective project to make the World a Better Place, called The Project for A Better World Without Diseases, Disaster and Despair, click for more information.

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Sunday, April 22, 2012

Tears of the Sky -An Inspiring Poem for Earth Day

Has this thought ever came into your sight?
When you looked up in the Night?
The falling rain as the tears of the sky?
The loud thunder as its loud cries?

What do you think why do you cry?
When you're hurt or someone has blown dirt in your eyes?
This is what happens with that beautiful sky,
When it rains without season as the sky cries.

'Cause you put smoke and dust in the eyes of the sky,
The toxins from industries rising  up and high.
 Now the trees are cut and the rivers are dry,
Most creatures you've killed as the living ones sigh.

Why do you always curse your mother?
The mother who suffered pain but still gave you birth?
Though you may not agree but there's still another,
The Mother who gave everything, you call earth?

And my selfish friend what would you say to your children?
When they'll live and die below the hot sun.
Without Water, food, Trees or Greenery, with just hunger, thirst and a barren land.
From yourself you run now, from your children then would you run?

Blossoming Fields, Blessing Greenery and a Happy Earth, if you want to see,
Save Water, Plant more trees and don't waste the Energy.
Don't throw what you can eat and save the Electricity;
We don't mean don't use, but please use efficiently

Don't cry, don't make excuses, don't be sad or get mad;
There's still time for us if together all of us try.
On this Earth Day see the Better World that we can have ahead,
Now let's stop the tears of the earth and tears of the Beautiful sky.

"Happy Earth Day"
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Saturday, April 14, 2012

A World without 3-D :The Project for a Better World - A Beginning


"I want to take my last breath in a World without 3-D,
The 3-D are Diseases, Disasters and Despair.
A World without cowardice and scarce,
Where everyone lives their life without hardships or fear.

A World without Hunger and Diseases,
Where physical and mental suffering ceases.
Everyone gets and eats, to them whatever pleases,
An Unchained Harmony of Cured Human spirit, finally itself releases.

A World without Instability and Disasters,
Where millions aren't wiped by Nature's holocaustic encounters.
More lives can be saved from Tsunami, Earthquakes, Floods and Fires,
And May no matter how long this fight lasts, our spirit never retires.

A World without Grief and Despair,
Where flow of life hasn't been damaged beyond repair.
Where being Happy isn't a challenge but a breath of fresh air.
And the World is free of problems, since everyone care.

A World without Suffocation and Pollution,
Where five Elements of Nature and its creatures are free of any intoxication.
A planet where Nature's resources are repleted after their consumption,
The Earth is served not as a God but as a Mother, with devotion.

A World without Biochemical and Nuclear arsenals;
Where survival of Life of Billions, don't depend on handful of people.
A World without Drugs, Crimes and Criminals,
A World which has defeated Slavery and Illiteracy, in howsoever long Battles.

A World with Peace without Terrorism, Disputes and Wars,
A World with equality without rich or poor class.
A colorful World without skin-color induced scars.
World blessed by Gods without fights for religion or caste.

Love me or Hate me, Be with me or Against me, Support me or Oppose me;
Call it stupidity, absurdity, falsity or impossibility or better come and join hands with me.
My life is devoted, now let it take whatever it may be;
But when I'll die, you'll see, I'll take my last breath in a World without 3-D."
*The 3-D are Diseases, Disasters and Despair*
*And like all of you, I too Love 3-D movies :)*

We'll update here more about "The Project for a Better World without 3-D". There is no membership for it, if you want to see+make the World a better place, you're it's member! It's a project, a cause and an ideology. We've just begun but for a few past posts we've been posting about it. You can read them below, under "Older Posts".
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Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Summer's Here -A Tribute to Typical Modern Summer

Summer's here and I'm buying a lot of cold drink,
Ignoring the small child looking hopefully at me.
Though I close my eyes and pretend not to see,
But he and million others don't even get good water to drink.

Summer's here and my mother asked me not to get out,
She asked me not to get out of my home.
But what about those who are always out,
Those who have no home?

Summer's here and my Grandma asked me to keep an onion when I go out,
As soon as I got out I took the onion & threw it out.
The onion rolled and reached a woman whose child was crying loud,
She thanked me and said he'll eat something today without a doubt.

Summer's here and my Girlfriend asked me to bath a day twice,
Surely I'll get the water, though most of the rivers have dried.
The crops are failing and the cattle have died,
But surely sweety, I'll bath twice.

Summer's here and my room's AC, fan & cooler are on,
At some far village, a boy's board exams are going on.
Studying in an oil lamp he has no fan or lights to turn on,
I lived in a village too I had the same, but now living in National Capital, I waste electricity on & on.

Summer's here and the life in summer is like an ice cube floating in the water;
A little of it can be seen while the most part is hidden.
We're indulged in our petty desires, leaving World's all pains for later;
And we don't do much to help those in need, as if it's God-Forbidden.

Summer's here and it will be gone & so will be the upcoming winter and the rain;
And we'll replace one pleasure with another just to run away from the pain.
So I guess that the World's problem will always remain,
Let us all stand up and do something rather than just complain.

We all will see the bright sun rising between the mountains,
No matter if it's the Summer or the Winter or the Rain.
We'll overcome the sufferings, the needs and the pain,
And we'll see it, when the Summer will be here again, this time we're so certain.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

An Unexpected End of the World - A Story about our Last Chance to Save the Planet

Image courtesy -UN Water

United Nations had called out to all the leaders of the World for what they called as the "Biggest Emergency ever". But still the huge meeting hall was almost empty with only a few leaders present, hesitating to take seats. "Should we begin? said one of the people sitting in the main row of the semi-circular hall. "Shouldn't we wait for all of them? It's a global problem" said one of the leaders. "No one else is coming, everyone's busy in  their own country, if you're going to start it, you must begin now." said another.

Then the discussion began with different voices and opinions coming from different directions.
"What are the options? We can't produce water and food and then distribute among them, so they can led down their arsenals."

"We can deal with them later. First we must do something to stop our people from stealing, rioting, protesting, fighting and killing each other. The Police isn't doing its job, doctors and nurses aren't in hospital and fire brigades are burning buildings. It's because they all are busy stealing food, the Government's organization is out of control.  Most of the food has been stolen.  It's a total chaos! The World is on its knees."

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

The Most Beautiful Girl in the World - A Search for the Real Beauty

Image Courtesy- Paulo Coelho, "The Zahir"

The boy was a computer scientist and a programmer in the World's largest Internet search engine company. He originally belonged to Europe but had moved to California, with his mother who was his only family member, soon after he got this job.
His mother, like all mothers, often nagged him about getting married. He put off the question by saying "I'll only marry the Most Beautiful Girl in the World, when I'll find her, I'll marry her." After listening this his mother became silent.
A few more years passed now the boy was around 27. All his colleagues in his office were married and so were his childhood friends and the handful of relatives he had. He felt very alone and thought that his life lacks happiness due to so much solitude, so he decided to begin his "Search" for the Most Beautiful girl in the World.

There was an another Internet company which was a Social Networking site. Almost all of the people of the World used it. The boy also wanted to have someone who was active on Internet so as to understand his work. He decided to begin his Search with this social network.

He hacked and accessed the Social Networking website's database servers and began his Search.  He began with all the women and girls in the World which was almost 3.5 billion. He obviously couldn't marry this many people so he began to narrow down the whole number.

"The girl I'll marry shouldn't be older than me and shouldn't be a teenager", he thought. He entered an age limit and now he had 900 million girls that matched the age limits.

"The girl I'll marry should  know English else how will I ever talk with her?" he thought. Now he selected all the girls that spoke English either as native or secondary language. The number was now 600 million.

"I think I'll marry a white girl" he thought and the number was 350 million.

He saw girls who have been just to high school, he decided that his ideal girl should at least have gone to college and have a degree. He set it up and the number was 320 million.

In the total number of girls, he saw many girls who were interested in things he didn't liked at all. He narrowed down the search by at least two similar interests and the number was 175 million.

"Her eyes should be either blue or green", he thought. But the problem was there was no data for eye color. He used his programming skills and designed a program which would scan profile pictures of the girl and would try to detect the eye color. He did this using face recognition technologies found in cameras. The number was now just 7 million.

He used the same software to eliminate those girls who colored their hair with strange- unnatural colors. "I love the natural color", he thought. The number was down to 4 million.

He had no idea on how to go on further. How to choose "The One" among 4 million girls. So he went back to his job. There he heard a girl who according to him sounded like a cat and he thought that for the most beautiful girl, the voice should also be considered. But again there was no data for voice and he didn't know which voice he liked. He spent his days listening to his favorite female singers analyzing and making up his mind for the voices he liked. Then he looked up the frequency range and created another software, which analyzed all the videos or audios ever uploaded by the people he was searching or they were either tagged in or were there in the video. Now the number was 90 thousand.

He searched random things like girls with no criminal background, politic beliefs, their thinking about religion, activities and if they can cook food or not. The number was still 20 thousand.

"Let's come to ultimate beauty now", he thought. He analyzed the faces of all the actresses he liked or the ideal image he had for the most beautiful girl. He decided how the nose should look, how cheeks should be aligned, what should be the ratio of forehead to rest of the face, how should be the chin. He used vector diagram techniques and kept on analyzing and adding more specifications. He came down to a final number of 17.

There were three girls in each continent, with two in Australia.
Now he didn't know how to find the most beautiful one out of the 17. He decided that he needs to become friends with all of them to know what the website could never tell.

He send friend requests, chatted with them, came to know more about them. Learnt what they like, how they think and so on. Finally he made up his mind just for one girl.

They began to talk online, then texting, then on phone and then through video chat and then not a single day or night went by when they both didn't talk.He told her that he loves her and she said she feels the same for him. He decided he'll propose her for marriage but then made his mind not to tell her. "I'll surprise her", he thought. He packed his bags and bought an air ticket to Brazil. After he reached in Rio, he knew where she would be, because he had talked about her routine.

He bought a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a pack of her favorite chocolates. He could see her across the road he was so mesmerized by her beauty that he began to cross the road. She looked like an Angel fallen to the Earth. He was happy that the search was finally over. Suddenly he hit a strange woman while walking. She looked very different and the boy thought "ugly". She didn't had eyebrows and her head was covered with a scarf. "She has lost her hair", he thought.

Leaving the strange woman, he again walked toward the most beautiful girl. She saw him and waved towards him, the boy was elated. He was a bit tense and was a little scared. "The moment when he'll ask her to become the partner of his life was near. She was still smiling and looking at him and she looked surprised.

It was a busy road and he was crossing it almost blindly. He didn't heard the horn, he didn't saw the bus coming; but he felt the jerk of the bus and how he was thrown into the air. The pain was unbearable. He was lying on the ground, bleeding. He was still looking at her, the "Most Beautiful Girl" he found and she also saw the accident. But suddenly a red Ferrari stopped in front of her and after the pause of a moment, she jumped in. The car moved away. The boy saw it and then closed his eyes.

After a week.....
The boy woke up in a Hospital. He gained conscious after a week. He only remembered how the most beautiful girl was the darkest girl from the inside, who didn't even looked at him when he almost died in the accident. He was now beginning to believe that he wasted all of his time in search for the Most Beautiful Girl in the World, who doesn't even exist.

He now opened his eyes and looked at his side. A woman was sitting there. She was wearing a loose scarf and she didn't had any eyebrows or eyelashes and looked very pale and thin. The boy remembered her, she was the same woman he hit while reaching to the so thought "Most Beautiful Girl".

Suddenly the doctor appeared and congratulated him for getting out of comma. The doctor told him to be thankful to the woman sitting here who donated her blood. He explained, "Miss Emma's blood group is O negative which can be given to anyone, so she's a universal donor. She recently recovered from Cancer and had her Chemotherapy, so we had to perform a few tests to make sure if blood donation was possible. No blood that matched your blood group was immediately available at the Hospital, it was immediately needed else you'd have died. But after the tests we found that she could donate you her blood. She is free from cancer now. And yes, she also brought you here driving in her car and broke a few traffic laws by hitting a few cars, she's still learning how to drive." The doctor smiled and so did Emma.

The boy felt a big relief in his heart. The search for The Most Beautiful Girl in the World was finally over. She was sitting next to him and was smiling.

He learnt what real beauty actually is and was thankful to have found it.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

You're Missed- A Tribute to people who lost their lives in Japan Earthquake and Tsunami last year

"It was dark, it was black,
Then the disaster that came;
What could you do? It was too much to take;
And then we knew, nothing would be same.
When I think of you, my heart aches;
But with me will remain- The memories, the moments and your name...

Living your memories, cherishing your praise,
Now you're gone to a far off place,
And all I'm left with is the bitter emptiness;
But I stop my tears thinking you might be at a better place.

The pain you suffered, the wounds you gained;
Losing everything, not even the Hope remained.
What do I do now, with everything that we planned?
When I look up now, I don't see your helping hand;
And you're gone, I guess on my own, I'll have to stand.
I just wish somehow we could escape this unexpected end.

Living your memories, cherishing your praise,
Now you're gone to a far off place,
And all I'm left with is the bitter emptiness;
But I stop my tears thinking you might be at a better place.

I miss you, I remember you;
No one could have kept me away from you.
I'm so empty, incomplete without you.
But now I want to reach to you.
I Hope someday soon I'll be with you.
Till then I miss you, I remember you."

Rest in Peace, You're missed...

-Man of Wisdom
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Tuesday, February 7, 2012

I Hope Someday Cancer will just be a Zodiac Sign

Image Courtesy- Hope Against Cancer, Hope for Cancer Research Charity, Leicestershire & Rutland's local Cancer Research Charity

Each year 4th of February is celebrated as "World Cancer Day" to increase the awareness about Cancer- Word's Deadliest Disease. 

Each stanza in the poem describes the difficulties a Cancer patient faces. The first stanza describes the pain & hopelessness of diagnosis, the second describes treatment & its effects and the last one deals with defeating the Cancer and be Positive. The main message in chorus urges everyone to join hands and eradicate Cancer from the Planet If we all stand together, it's possible.

"When darkness falls onto your door;
Would you even see the light of another day? You're not sure.
Though great memories & caring people provide an armor,
But the Hope has gone, leaving days & nights of painful horror.
The Suffering grows each day, you think you don't want to Live anymore;
Because you think it's the end of your world, what's there to live for?

Though I don't feel your pain, the way you do;
But I'll do whatever it takes to help you make it through.
If we all Unite, Together it is Possible;
Because we Humans have always Triumphed over the Darkest maligns.
I Hope Someday Cancer will just be a Zodiac sign;
And till we see that day, we'll keep on trying.

When you feel like that Beast has taken your Beauty away,
And you think, if you go in the crowd, you'll lose your way.
Don't listen to people, let them say whatever they may;
Trust me, You're more Beautiful with your every new Birthday.
Each day the Sun will give new Hopes with its blazing rays;
And just take those medicines without any delay & soon everything will be okay.

Though I don't feel your pain, the way you do;
But I'll do whatever it takes to help you make it through.
If we all Unite, Together it is Possible;
Because we Humans have always Triumphed over the Darkest maligns.
I Hope someday Cancer will just be a Zodiac sign;
And till we see that day, we'll keep on trying.

Welcome! Here you come like a Soldier back from the War;
With that Victorious Smile & a few Proud Scars.
Now you're at Home & those Bitter memories are far,
And no more Hospital's Empty-Whiteness, everything's the way you like, your familiar.
My life would have been Shattered without you, you're its Strong pillar;
And now when Darkness comes in my life, you're always there like a Bright Guiding Star.

Though I don't feel your pain, the way you do;
But I'll do whatever it takes to Help you make it through.
If we all Unite, Together it is Possible;
We Humans have always Triumphed over the Darkest maligns.
I Hope someday Cancer will just be a Zodiac sign;
And till we see that day, we'll keep on trying, Keep on Trying, KEEP ON TRYING, TRYING, TRYING, AND TRYING!!!

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