The accident

Last week I was reading chiken soup tough times tough people. It’s really good book reading about experiences of people in tough times like incurable medical conditions, accidents and their life after that. While reading I can feel sadness in theipr stories , or that’s what I thought untill last week.

While coming back home from my granny’s place by taxi ,car bumped into our taxi from behind so bad that it I almost bumped my head on drivers seat. Being in India we are not familiar with concept of seat belt on back seats. Thankfully no one got injured but it sored my back for whole day. I was continuously thinking what would have happened if that car would have broke the backseat glass and …..

Just the thought made me shudder. They all say life’s short but we don’t realise it untill moments like this strike us. For the first time I realised I haven’t done enough treks in my life or haven’t visited a single country or at least cared to take passport. Why do we need these pushes to realise that life is gift and we should treat it according , as they say you never know Kal ho na ho..??😉


The people -2

Last month mom and I went to rajsthan with local tourist company. I actually hate going with tour companies but then mom wanted to go with them so I agreed. As soon as we reached Jaipur airport there were 25-30 people in our group waiting for your company boy to arrive. I saw him from distance standing with name plate of company almost 4’5 feet boy was waving at us. I don’t know why but being 5’10 myself I need some time to adjust with people who are extremely shorter than me. It’s not that I am teasing them but since childhood people used to tease me for being heighted so I made friends of my height height to be comfortable but then that habit stayed with me.

So we followed him to bus and left for hotel. He asked us to go to our rooms and hell send the luggage to our rooms. I insisted on taking my bag on my own since my name tag on bag tored down on airport. But he denied saying he’ll manage. After almost half an hour when the bag did not arrive I got extremely mad at him and he smilingly told me it’s not there. On the first day of my trip he was telling me that I lost my bag. I so wanted to kill him. He told me to take rest and started searching for bag on all the floors. How can I take rest when things for taking rest were also in that bag..?? Withing 15minures he came back , with sad face saying ” ma’am I think we lost it. ” I had no words for that I just opened my mouth thinking what to say and he started laughing and showed me my bag. I could not help but laughed back. I asked him “did you know I can complain about you for this and still you are laughing.”..?” He said nothing and went smiling.

That was my introduction with him. throughout our trip to rajsthan he was with us all the time, walking with same flag. He was my age and within days I felt like I was talking with one of my friend rather than tour guide. And not only me but he was friendly with people of all ages. While talking with him I realised he was in rajsthan since last 2-3mobths and one after others groups were coming from Mumbai and he was with different people almost every week. That really fascinated me as how can you be so friendly with people within days even when those people are there only for days. But he was doing that. And especially he loves his job. He used to joke saying you people come here on vacation while I go home on vacation.

For someone who is extremely introvert like me it was different experience to be friend with someone withing days and I should give him the entire credit. I’ll come to know whenever he is hiding while people from the group ask him to click photos continuously, or when he used call in the early morning to wake us up inspite of me begging him not to do so in the night because It never felt like we were actually his clients and not friends.

If I would not met people like him I would have never believed that such crazy people do exist who do not consider bussiness as strict business and way of meeting new people, smiling at then and with them even if it’s for few days….

Close that tap

I am the most impatient person I have ever seen 😎… If someone asks me to wait, my BP increase at the rate of 10mmHg per minute as time passes. I always reach on time for anything and if other person can’t make it on time I can wait for 10 minute max before leaving. Other than time, water tap sound make me impatient. I live in country were having 24hr water supply is luxury. I have been lucky to have that luxury since childhood but I have seen many of my relatives,friends adjusting their work schedule according to water time. At my granny’s place water comes at 7pm every day that to for 2hr only, so they have to return home before that anyhow. So whenever I see someone working with open water tap I feel restless unless someone closes it. And in the contrary people leaving with 24 hr water supply waste less water as compared to people having with fix water supply as they tend empty vessels everyday to fill it with ‘fresh’ water. Within a day it’s going to become unhealthy?? Very few people know that having healthy drinking water is not as easy as we think and it’s luxury not many can afford. 

Few years back I have read a article of photographer, she was working on a project in Rajasthan and suddenly it started raining and all the children playing around started hiding, when she inquired, villagers told that children’s had seen the rain for the first time in their life as it had stopped raining in that village since many years. Women in that village has to go many kilometer searching for water. So whenever I see open tap I tend to close it and get myself in fight many times but for water, baby you are worth it.💧 

The balance

“That’s it I can’t take it any more. I am not going to talk with her” that’s the dialogue I have said many times for many people. Whenever someone behaves badly with me or treat me in wrong way that’s my first impatient response toward them. My mom always tells me to do this one thing whenever I get angry with anyone. She says make note of all positive and negative things that person has done to you and if positive things are more, you have got to give that person one more chance”  as child it was very difficult for me to understand this. If he or she behaves badly with me, I have to stop talking with him or her without thinking of the past ,that’s used to be my stance. But as I grew up I realised few things like many times it’s not people that are bad but the situation make them or sometimes you need their help or they need yours like symbiotic relationship, so without thinking of the one small thing you can try to forgive that person if that’s possible or if you can’t we have our childhood weapon of not talking to that person till we want…Isn’t it?? So till then have balanced life 💕

Walking past

She was coming from a busy day, clients liked her presentation, they got the deal everything got smoothly but she was not happy. Her boss insulted her in the morning for silly thing, her day was fine after that but how can someone insult her like that?? She was the most sincere person in the office. It doesn’t matter day went good or bad after that???…

As she was walking see saw a 5 year old fighting with her friend on some toy but within minutes they forgot and started playing again.. kids .. she thought in her mind… Some kids were playing with butterfly trying to catch it , when it was flying from one flower to another,one kid successed in catching the butterfly ,they all held it gently one by one by holding it’s wings and then set it free… It just flew away without having grudge on the children….  

That’s what nature does, that’s what we do when we were child, forgive as the moment passed. What happenes when we grow up, why do we start remembering small small things, think about it so much and waste a beautiful day… She came home. Hot water was ready and breakfast was waiting for her on the table, she just smiled at her mother, n forgot all her worries, anxiety as the water start pouring on her……

A lesson

There was a girl,who had dream of joining armed forces of the country. she was her fathers sweet heart and he could not imagine sending her out of his sight, so as her mother who could not think her daughter could join military when her son’s are doing average job. So the girl decided to spend her life like ordinary girl and married man of her parents choice .When she saw her daughter she decided to give her anything her daughter asks for,not to take revenge on her parents but just to live life once more through her daughter’s eyes. She told her daughter everything about her childhood and her dreams.

 Her daughter grew up n followed her dreams but when conditions around her were little torturous she decided to quit and surrender to the situation n at that time she remembered her mothers stories,she stopped crying and decided to fight against all odds until last minute,untill she gets what she wants because that’s how her mother would want her to do, live her life in her own way …

The death

Being in medical filed, death is common thing to see in every day life. I remember once our senior told us that”you’ll always remember the first person died in front of your eyes, rest you’ll get used to” . It gave me goose bumps that how can someone get used to death but yes that’s what happend after few month of my internship.

So there is this weird case I have heard where a woman died when she was being treated for infertility. I was not sure how a treatment for such cause can kill some one? but when I saw it in front of my eyes it just shattered me. I don’t whether it was doctors mistake or her previous medical conditions but she died n left me wondering how can someone sacrifice a life while trying to produce a new life… Thats the irony I think mainly in india when mothers die giving birth to 5-6th child due to heavy blood loss or unavailability of facilities….Is it justified to give your life to produce a new one??    I don’t know…I really don’t know…