~ What a Friend ~

Sitting in mute silence and absorbed in aura of time, Ashok - a societal recluse comforts himself in a small shanty he made out of torn leftovers by the world. His prawning eyes looks at the speed of life and the traffic which passes every now and then. It seems like he has done his part of the ‘rat race’ everyone is engrossed in life, he has taken to his stride various vilification's life had to offer. At an age many of us peak in our working lives, Ashok finds ample time to adjust himself towards doing nothing and being a beggar as per society’s definition.

For me he has been a visual delight every now and then as I tread myself to my office near my dwelling.

The market is full of mendicants and vagrants but Ashok stands a class apart amongst bunch of them. Seems like life has thrown starlets at him at one point of time, but has now decried him of time and space. How he finds himself in the newly found pittance seems to be an inquisitive question for me.

Breaking the stagnant silence I take courage to speak to him at times, the first such approach lead me to believe that he was a graduate from Delhi and had been working in an office as an assistant but the cruel dance of destiny snatched away his parents and sister- in an accident and he was left alone in this lonely world full of betrayal and opportunism.

At first, he hardly used to talk to me and would just sit in silence and had a watchful eye towards the world passing by, but as time passed he has made friends to me. His words of prudence and deep dive observations of life has an edible mark on my thoughts. How can one be left over like this in our society with no compassion and gross ignorance? Does not a human life has a meaning and honor to be helped and assisted if someone in our society gets unfortunate?

Of course, these questions make me fill up with anger and insensitivity towards our society and doctored world we all live in, running after inanimate accomplishments, we have only decried humanity to our own whims and fancies.

Now that Ashok has become my everyday meeting friend, he wears no mask as he has no qualms of dying and is indifference to what world goes through. Fancy enough, he has much regards towards stray dogs which hover around him as these canines have become his everyday passion to be fed. He adamantly denies clothes or money as help, but asks me to buy him a Cigarette as it is the only ‘habit’ he throngs on.

His only askance towards me is to give something to his “Best Friends” for that is what he calls them his family. I know Ashok you have been let down by all of us and we are your culprits – we have to swear by destiny’s wrath one day and the sooner we mend our ways the better – for one phrase which I truly believe in this time of uncertainty is “ Karma Bitches”

Hope one day I become your confidant and we share good memories in this phase of our life and if possible you can be more useful to society and I feel so much proud of making a friend who has seen the decree of rise and fall and what providence can do to all of us!

~ A Chance Happenstance ~

Out in the mart to buy stationery for my kids, I could see myself standing in the queue as a standard practice now a days as part of the social distance phenomenon due the Covid-19 pandemic. Oblivion to the fact that there stood a little girl, all of 10-12 years of her age anticipating her turn to buy a set of pens for herself.

Holding crumbled notes and a coin of Re 5, she voiced “Uncle 25 rupees key pen de do." - The shopkeeper knew her stance as she was a regular acquaintance to the shop. By her aura and dressing sense she stood to be below the lower middle class but her appalling confidence and her oratorical voice was brewing with something coming her way in times to come. Getting her set of pens, she grimaced and looked at all of us with a sense of friendliness.

Quite unexpectedly, she opens the set of pens and asks me "Uncle kya aap ek pen khareedenge?", I was flabbergast as I didn’t expect her to simply do this! In fact many of us standing there were put into questionable stance not comprehending the girls act.

The conversation thus broke out between the little queen and me - " Beta, I thought you had bought these pens for your own self to study, but here you are immediately trying to sell them off- what made you buy them at first instance?"

With a smiling face, she replied - "Uncle, I want only four pens, two i shall keep myself and two for my little brother, the rest of them I would sell and earn money for two copies that I want to write on! “I could really sense the art of salesmanship and a buddying entrepreneur was standing in front of me.I inquired about her background and got to know that she was a class 5 student of a Govt aided school and was going home after doing household chores with her mother. Upon further prodding, she told that I have a knack for studying and would surely want to go to College and be an educated woman!

Her sense of self-esteem made us all felt proud of this little being - Help started to pour in , the pen's bought in a peculiar way - the money was returned to her and the Pen-set was given to her as gift. Seeing this, she jumped with exuberance – “Yeah” as if she was given the gift of her lifetime J. The girl was wished "God Bless" and was thus embraced and made to believe that it is her confidence and self-esteem which would lead her to big destinations in rock-n-roll of providence.

Enquiring with the shopkeeper as to what her story was -" Bhaiya,Iska naam 'Kavita' hai and yeh kaam bhi karti hai and padti bhi hai , padai mein bahut achchi hai, bahut bari humarey yahan se stationery lekar jati hai."

Brimming with self-confidence, the girl crossed the road and went into oblivion of time, but the chance happening became a time-stamp to be remembered and written upon.

~ Friend To a Banker ~

My Banker Friend, not the Manager but the Guard, a 60-year-old frail man who extols the exemplary of everyday life with a BIG smile every time I enter the bank.

His effervescence catches my eye, his zeal to live life his own way is a challenge to my understanding. How come at this age and at this tiring time when he should be guarded by his family member I seek him otherwise? 

Asked as to he has been on the bank duty everyday where else the bank comes to office in rotational shift , the quirky answer which came my ways was “ Sirji, I am the only Guard of this bank, I have to come as there is no replacement or backup of me.!”

Enclosing himself in a plastic PPE kit, synonymously looking like Medical assistant, he checks every new entrant to the bank with alacrity. 

His Magnum Opus was his agility to stand rock solid at the bank gate with his usual fervor setting an example, come what may, one has to do his duty, though now with more careful precedence.

Sitting on an almost broken wooden chair at the entrance, he holds his gun with honour and dignity of life which he has led – his best ornament which suffix his personality. Over the years, I see him roaming inside the bank with a watchful eye on customers and also guiding and sometime reprimanding them to not use mobile phone as per bank’s rules. 

He is called with a “Ji” as a suffix to his name by various bank employees, when they need him to do some petty task – such as moving a cheque-book or keeping a stack of forms from one chair to another.

Asking about his family, his face lit’s up in glory as he exemplifies his family’s history – “Sirji, I am a Jat from a nearby village and have enough property to fend for myself. I have three children and a lovable wife. Two of my sons work in fields near Najafgarh (a rural suburb attached to Delhi NCR), and my only daughter is studying in college.” 

Suddenly he starts to share about his plans of retirement from his working life. As per his plans, he intends to get to retirement mode next year after his daughter’s marriage – distinct set goal for a father of a Girl who turns out to be of a marriageable age! 

Jawahar Singh - as his name is, taught me life’s lessons though quite un-knowingly as it might seems to be. These Life lessons can be mesmeric and a guidance for all of us to be humble and simplistic approach towards one and all after all know knows time might kiss us with its ill-bound teaching and we get to learn these lessons the harder way!

~ On Father’s Day ~

Why Dad always Lags behind…                  

Mom carries for 9 months, Dad carries for 25 years, both are equal, still don’t know why Dad is lagging behind.

Mother works without pay for the family, Dad spends all his pay for the family, both their efforts are equal, still don’t know why Dad is lagging behind.

Mom cooks whatever you want, Dad buys whatever you want, both their love is equal, but Mom’s love is shown as superior. Don’t know why Dad is lagging behind.

When you talk over the phone, you want to talk to Mom first, if you get hurt, you cry ‘Mom’. You will only remember dad when you need him, but did Dad never feel bad that you don’t remember him the other times? When it comes to receiving love from children, for generations, we see that Dad is always lagging.

Cupboards will be filled with colorful saris and many clothes for kids, but Dad’s clothes are very few, he doesn’t care about his own needs, still don’t know why Dad is lagging behind.

Mom has many gold ornaments, but Dad has only one ring that was given during his wedding. Still Mom complaints of less jewellery and Dad doesn't. Still don't know why Dad is lagging behind.

Dad works very hard all his life to take care of the family, but when it comes to getting recognition, he is always lagging behind.

Mom says, we need to pay college tuition this month, please don’t buy a saree for me for the festival whereas dad has not even thought of new clothes. Both their love is equal, still don’t know why Dad is lagging behind.

When parents become old, children say, Mom is at least useful in taking care of household chores, but they say, Dad is useless.

Dad is behind (or ‘at the back’ ) because he is the backbone of the family. Because of him, we are able to stand erect. Probably, this is the probable reason why he is lags behind....!!!

~ What a Life that was...~

As they say,"Time outshines every moment of your life."

Reminiscing my past, what has been the best moments of life's journey?

Sans money and with loads of time, your true self was at its best. With no accountability and responsibility, you were a true "King Of Good Times”. Those playful moments when you used to spend majority of your time with childlike precedents and hitting your nearby playground not to return for hours - enshrined in mud and with reprieve of hunger and thirst, the day was spent with all its effervescence. The little pocket money now looks better than our pay cheque and the way we used to splurge on it, the way we want, the way we loved…

We had our key comrades with whom we used to share our idiosyncratic ideas and plan our time for the next day. The quirky fights on menial issues, the eclectic glance and peep through one’s houses and a shout to call our gully friends to play were the norm of those days.

School came to be a big detest, getting up in the wee hours of day (specially in foggy winter mornings), it became a humongous effort to leave the quilt (as it still is..). What let us all get going was the wait of time when the final school bell rang, and we call came to our naughtiest best – getting back in dirt of clothes and getting the usual reprimand of our grandfathers / grandmothers!

Life as it slowly rolls its plans changes true nature of our daily living, but what cannot change is the esoteric childlike qualities that we still carry and would love to do -some do it as bold initiatives in front of crowd and many in their hidden confines.

With many of us having kids in a milieu , now we observe our true childish behavior – the vernacular talk we do with our little ones, our playful gestures and drama on which our kids laugh and make merry – It is you in the real sense that makes you live apart from the mad rush of existence of today!

Thinking now of those golden pedestals of time went past, we all wish if we can we all live in those moments of history. With many of us loosing contacts with our best pals, we can only remember and cherish those golden era.

Probably, with all of us, those moments must have put in an edible mark on our memories – never to be erased until we leave this planet, those memories will depart with us...!

 

~ The Ant Story ~

Sitting idle on a chair with my kids – laughing and giggling on our childish talks, I was made to realize and look down on a serpentine streak of ants marching towards a common goal. Headed by a presumably wise ant, which was bestowed by knowledge of sight and direction, the followers were just treading the shown way. Suddenly, one amongst them saw a grain of food (a small piece of biscuit lump) which was noticed and quickly attracted attention by the insect.

Now began the test of time, as the ant dissociated itself from the queue, she wanted others to join and take the food probably for their night fiesta, the problem being she could not do it alone for the sheer weight of ‘food’ was much bigger than her own weight. As ants are known for their patience and diligence of work, she began to probably ‘think’ and define her next plan to have this pie of biscuit at her dwelling during dinner. Suddenly we saw her racing back to her companions with a view of finding help and with a single-minded aim of lifting the crust and take back home.

 In quick succession, she was accompanied by 15-20 ants and all of them started to strive for a common result – how to move this piece of biscuit to a safer place – ignorant of the fact that the whole episode was being watched by big giants (Myself and kids).

During this feat, there were innumerable occurrences that the group of ants were swayed by exhaustion and stopped for longer times and probably take rest and start again for the better .After some time, the effort started to pay-off, the piece of biscuit started to move and after some time was taken in close vicinity to a small hole (1/2 inches in size).

Having arrived at its due destination, it was soon creeped by 100-200 ants which almost attacked the surprise bestowed on them – In no time the piece of biscuit grew small in size to be vanished in next hour. The whole story came as a big teaching for all three of us.

The ant had showed remarkable sense of observation and patience to enjoy a common goal through their effort in unison.

Other ants showed good sense of camaraderie and showed up strength and a combined sense of effort and direction to achieve a common goal. Their feeling of help towards each other, led by a principal Ant to show them direction made them achieve the almost impossible feat.

Another lesson learnt was, come what may, though slowly and steadily, the ants were able to achieve their aim with their single-minded focus, sense of leadership and working in tandem.

Penultimately, when the food reached its destination, every ant in the group rejoiced in unison and thanked and kissed each other for the common effort they had put to achieve the result.

I hope that the lessons which these insects have taught all three of us are kept in mind embark us on a journey of life – though such minuscule in their appearance, they taught us life’s best teachings which we can inscribe in our day to day life and live in accordance with our true self!

 

~ Football – The Game of Life ~

 

What became as my liking of an outdoor activity, Football as sport which I loved became my everyday binge. Hours were spent in sweating on the ground and besmirching clothes with mud.

But as growing up years were spend getting absorbed in the game, I unknowingly fell in love with the sport – so much so that I happened to think of serpentine moves and arcane tactics to score a goal. The next day and hour was thoroughly awaited to hit the ground. My Naani used to be precarious of the time when I had to step out, never to return for hours of sweat and toil not to forget the dilapidated condition of clothes and bruises on the body.

The key question being what football has to do with "NOW" when I have well surpassed the age one can play it with equal aplomb. The answer is ‘Football’ has made me the Shakespearean character that I am in the world stage. The game is a strong interlude of maneuvering passes and strict discipline. It makes an individual a strong and forward-looking thinker with an ability to think beyond the rational. It bestows on you a sense of ownership and teamwork, cascades along many boundaries to show your true character as a leader and a playmate.

Finally, it makes you ponder with the game you played and gives you an opportunity to ascertain your follies today – those selfish instances that you were close to the goal and by all possibility you could have scored had you given the past at the last moment to your teammate who was left unchecked and in a pole position. The best part of the sport at the end of those ticking timelines is the analysis which one gets into – with heated debates and no potential outcomes, the bond with the team gets cemented – you also get to know individualistic weaknesses and start to work upon them slowly and steadily.

As they say the passion never fades away, life comes back at different times – There have been many instances that you still shake a leg and dribble past this young generation (in a par nearby before the Pre-Corona Era). You test your agility with the skills of years you have acquired on the field. If not, you have left your position to be a forward (considering the demanding position it is), you can well equip yourself to be a center half and be a strategist and give formidable passes towards goal conversions. The rhetoric of passes, the deliberate fouls, the friction between players of opposite teams all still becomes the part and parcel of the razzmatazz, such is the charisma of this Game. I have realized that I am in awe with this game and it is the on top of my list of to-do things when I will next spot the street urchins playing at their usual self in the park. Afterall, age has nothing to do with your love of life – I love football and would continue too do so till eternity!

The best part of playing this game is when people ask “at this age, how you maintain your sprint, focus and quick thinking on the field?” My quirky answer is “The football does not know how old I am. All you need to do is to stop yourself to stopping yourself to play the game.” – I thank football not only as a game but shaping myself into a person which I have become today!

 

~ Voice of Silence ~

Adhering to certainty of time, my newly acquainted friends come without missing a minuscule moment, for they know it is their time to have a meeting with me on the sidelines of a everyday dinner. Nature has its own way of defining things, be it plants and animals, microcosms, all have a certain inherit intelligence within them and they act according to a dotted pattern.

The usual woof of my friends make me believe a connection towards them and gives me a sense of understanding and rapport. Our unspoken communication has a soul to know each other meanings and gestures. I know they are happy on seeing my glance and I feel the same emotive confluence for them.

With expected eyes and a wagging tail, they know that I shall be available on a particular time (usually late evenings) and at a particular place. Never in recent past I have found them missing or ditching my expectations. Their clairvoyance has passed my sense of understanding - our newfound bond of love surpasses keystroke affection which I have recently developed towards them.

Sometimes i find them missing during my usual day-walks passed my street, for they only come in the evening with a view of having their usual supper.

Our regular meetings started with a stroke of dinner leftovers which my wife asked me to keep outside our dwelling - having done so, I was quick to visualize unexpected guests to have their prized catch-Though they relished their feed -a guess which i made whilst i saw their waggling tail, it became a regular feature for me to cook a pie for them.

Notwithstanding a sense of immense satisfaction, gratitude and inner peace which I get daily, this routine has brought me close to the wandering canines around my place.

During this unprecedented hour, our unity of timelessness has taught us forth key life lessons of respect and mutual admiration of living beings around us – the support, assistance they need to survive and to exist in our surroundings and playfully show their resemblance in our surroundings is a blessing in disguise.

Now on the way of thinking a suitable names for them - one bitch and two grown up males, they would get used to the names giving over a period of time, for now let me dwell in cooking their next meal for that is what I started to cherish the most - not forgetting the expected wait for our new found guests!

~ Lakshmi – A True Soul Of Grit & Gumption ~

She had an effervescence personality and her demeanor was not like any other ordinary mendicant, she took to the streets due to the current happening which lead her to believe how important it was to study and stand on economical grounds and beat the penury of life she was in. Was she her parent’s best choice, a choice which shows them a great future and also move up from the uncertainties of what life offer them as of now?

A chance encounter In front of our office, she was passing through with her siblings and showing them the way as an ordinary trespasser, suddenly a chance eye contact with her made me inquisitive about her future and what she would be in life post the situation we all are in. All of tender age when others of her peers must be studying hard and living on comforts of their homes albeit A/C’s on, she was wandering through the streets of Delhi in order to find food for her family.

Suddenly, she stopped, and a conversation began with me, asking for alms or any other financial help if I could do, she came to the point. Seeing her predicament, I could not resist myself and did what I could have done as per the demand of the situation (though, I would like it to be out of scope in this write-up), she felt a little sense of confidence and started to answer my inquisition.

What is your Name?

Lakshmi” Was the quick answer.

Are these two (a boy and a girl – both of about 6-7 years of age) your brother and Sister?

“Yes Bhaiya”

“Where do you live and why are you roaming around in this scorching heat of Delhi summer?”

“We are in search of food and other alms, my father was a erickshaw driver and he is out of work due to current scenario and we are facing an economic ruin, I study in class 10 in a nearby Govt school and the onus is on me to fend for the family as my mother cooks at home and my father goes out everyday to search for a job and a possible income.”

“Do you want to study and what you want to be in life?

“Bhaiya, I want to just help my parents and by becoming a teacher or a Doctor, I would help them.”

From her weakened voice, I could sense the hurt she had gone through – whilst she begged for alms and other material gains to make her family survive, a severed dent on the self esteem of an enterprising soul – she could be termed a beggar by the raw mind.

Pondering more, I could see that she was bright student and confident enough to study and make a mark for own self and strongly believed that she could take her family out of the economic clutter they were in. The confidence in her vision and approach towards life made me believe the famous idiom “This shall too pass…”

Though in a fix of time, Lakshmi’s determination and valor was unprecedented and was par excellence, she held her head high and was determined to get her family out of this ephemeral situation.

 The last question –

“Lakshmi, will you study more and be something for your own self or will quit school and accept the anomalies of current situation?”

The answer stupefied me and my consciousness.

“Bhaiya, I will prove to my parents, that come what may, I shall be an honor for my family in future , for that I know this is a temporary passing time, I am a good student, only education can beat poverty of life.”

Suddenly, the communication broke and she started to leave in haste for other opportunities to secure her current economic uncertainty. The summer heat was not a damper for her to accomplish task she had partaken.

A life lesson well learnt by a street urchin – come whatever may , aim for your best as the situation may be temporary but your grit and gumption should be permanent. There are enumerable such Lakshmi’s out there who have suddenly found situation for their family as tough and have taken the jumbo step of partaking life’s challenges with equal opportunities with their parents – recalling a recent case when a 15 year old girl paddled her way to her hometown Darbhanga in Bihar, taking care of her ailing father. The excruciating journey of 1200 Kms shook the conscience of our Country and uplifted the resilience of having a Girl Child in the family.

As they say the “Need of the hour produces a Man…”, Covid1-19 has proved beyond doubt that we need to change and look at life in a different perspective altogether. A perspective toward having a humane ground, sensitive to the situation of downtrodden, being accommodative to their predicaments and this to be done without hurting the dignity, self-esteem and honor of those classes.

Let us all give them an equal opportunity and bring in them the confidence to live life on equal terms as we do and see for ourselves what Karma you have done whilst you exist in these uncertain times.

 

 

~ The Invisibles ~

Never before in my living past I had realized the monotony of living indoors.Keeping with the regularity of things to be done sometimes forsake your lackluster attitude towards things, but the trials and demands of the situation make you believe to carry on. 

It is this believe with which our day to day menial tasks which we hardly used to do ourselves come to the fore.Now that situation tends to ease out,I realized the meaningful power of the "Invisibles" which live along with us and have knowingly or unknowingly become inseparable part of our existence. Taking example of our garbage guy who comes knocking on the door every pristine morning without fail and asking for his 'Take' of garbage, I ask him about his general well-being and that what makes him come out of his home . The answers seems to perturb my rationality that everyone is immune to subjectivity of time - Sanjay has a Seven member family to feed - 5 kids and himself with his wife." Sitting at the comforts of his shanty wont feed them bhaiya" is the rational answer i get from him. I understand this harsh fact with practicality of current situation and thank him profusely for the everyday danger and sacrifice he bids on us for his day to day earning.

The second living example of the "Invisibles" which I would like to talk about is our street chowkidar - A guy not more than 45 years if age ,"Ravi" as he likes him to be called, roams around in our vicinity with his candor style and his high pitch of whistle makes his presence felt. Now a days he has lot of responsibility on his shoulders - from checking temperature to inquiring about any entrant in our block, the job demands much effort. Asking him about his family, he responds with a sense of responsibility - "Bhaiya, I have two daughters and parents and wife with whom i share a small room in our neighborhood". Being the only earning member of his family, he shoulders great responsibility to feed all of them at this time of uncertain times.Working for 10-12 hours for a day and exposing himself to high risk of getting infected, he makes sure that we remain safe and secure.

These living examples are just "Invisibles" for most of us as they remain just another working professionals for us and we hardly stop by to notice their inanimate services they render. As time is a good teacher, the best teaching which COVID-19 has taught us to honour these "Invisibles" for making our lives at peace with sense of security and comfort.

Thanks "Sanjay" and "Ravi" for your unending services everyday -though what many would say that it is their sense of burden of their family that they have to oblige, my answer to them is that they were qualified enough to move back to their home towns as they have their own secure dwellings their, but they choose to take up the challenge and cater to what they have been doing Pre-Corona era.

Penultimately, there would be many Sanjay's and Ravi's in your vicinity who are invisibles for us and we have never noticed them as they pass by, it is our duty to oblige and respect their presence in our life for which we remain so much strong and efficient in this dire times.

~ Covid-19 – A true dance of Destiny ~

So, what has been our most coveted learning of COVID-19, the question begets on very minds of people who have been engrossed in the daily rigmarole of life. Having ample time to think and evaluate the current situation we are in, my best instances about what I perceive could be an eye-opener to all of us.

We have been living as free birds in an atmosphere which we have all corrupted – see our natural resources – rivers, lakes, ponds, sea’s, Oceans and Air, all have been physically hijacked and made to suffer. Along with all what we have done, we have donned the hat of a demi-god and played flute in our own self decrepit capacity.

Now that we have enclosed ourselves under physical stay-in caves, nature is fast recovering and getting back to its pristine beauty. The rivers have turned blue, the Particulate Matter (PM) readings have gone down, sky has turned clear, we get up with sounds of birds and other of nature’s paraphernalia – In short nature has started to heal itself in its own way. The pain of loosing loved ones across the globe is synonymous with the hopes and aspirations of what has been left behind. It is only the magnanimity of time which will heal the wounds and put us all on a self-realization mode of our existence.

For the rest of us, staying indoors have been most incapacitated of our actions in living memory. We have devised ways of doing odd things to just kill time or for that matter shut up voices in our heads. We have fine-tuned our living and behavior and thus have started a rollover of measuring life from a different viewpoint. Some of them have unexpectedly discovered new talents such as cooks, bakers. For other’s it has turned out to be a blessing in disguise and they have found out time to stay and spend quality time with their old parents and kids. Many others never thought of themselves to be good moppets to their parents and have started living their childhood. For other, they have turned themselves to be good husbands doing odd jobs such as mopping, cleaning and the Sundry. Thus the saying “Every situation is an opportunity in disguise.” holds true till date and nature in its all mighty stance has proven this adage.

 As human race, we have been adoptive to challenges and this key methodology has helped us test of time. There have been many such occurrences in human history where we have defied our existence and its key challenges. This time too we will rise to the occasion and beat the COVID-19 situation which have been thrown at us, the only rider being that have we become better and more humane living beings?

The answer to this outright question would bear testimony to the upcoming challenges post passing off this scenario – till then all we need to do is to reminisce our past and do a hearty soul-search for what we want in life and what needs to be done to achieve that!