~ Regrets of a lifetime…~

As each day is passing, we are moving one step forward towards our death , the end of our present existence as you are by your name, family and relationship in society – for that will never be repeated for ever again!

Today, I write about the top regrets of people who have surpassed their age and are almost on the verge of exiting this world. Quite recently, I had the fortune of meeting a lady who paid us a visit just to give us a surprise – though she did this quite reluctantly as due to the current pandemic, she was herself quiet cagey of the precarious times we are living by! On a tea cuppa, we all sat together and started to chat and soon went into a mode of reminiscing our past – thinking of those who have left us behind, the goodness they had, the style of life they lived and all the other sundry topics which one could have aimed and chatted in due course of a meeting.

Out of nowhere a question came to my mind and in no time I popped the same abruptly during our discussion. I asked “Aunty what has been the best moments of your life and what has been your top regrets!”

Sejwal Aunty – as she has been popularly nicknamed by my family ever since I have got to know her, went into her ecstatic best and with a wicked smile told us “ It was when I wore the bridal dress for my marriage and the honeymoon time 😊, which I still cherish sometimes, though your uncle is no more in this world but he has left the memories as my everlasting companion!. She paused and then suddenly started to speak – “Also , the birth of my son was another proud moment – suddenly you felt responsible out of nowhere – his growing up years were moments to watch and that time which I spend was admirable though tough!”

After a brief dud moment, I reminded Sejwal aunty about the second important question “What has been your top regrets in life.” The second question made her think for some time whilst I stared at her expecting some interesting answers from a lady in her 70’s who has globetrotted and has seen every leaps and troughs of life!

Her mood became sombre as she started to speak – “ My top regret in life was that I could not worked after marriage – I did my Msc in Chemistry and wanted to pursue a career as a researcher but as luck would have it , I got married and had to stop chasing my dreams of becoming one!

The second more profound regret was that I lost touch with my childhood friends and didn’t bother to chase them up whilst I shifted my base from Chandigarh to Delhi, though I used to go to my hometown but never thought of meeting them blaming lack of time as an excuse.

Another heavy regret I had is that I didn’t spend much time with my parents as I always was busy doing my own things and didn’t bother to sit with them and spend quality moments with them. Suddenly , the time passed and I grew up to be a woman and it was time to get settled via the family life which I did . It was only when my son was born and when he grew up to be a young man and I wanted him to be beside me for some precious moments of my life , I realized he had no time for me and he was on the same path as I was in my adolescent years !”

Finally, she cheered up and said “ the last sweet regret was that I wanted to die before my husband and didn’t wanted to live in the dogma of lonely figure passing her time in an aimless life!”

I kept on hearing Sejwal Aunty patiently – every word that she spoke of was filled with the brim of wisdom!

The regrets made much sense to me as many of us are on the same path as she spoke of – there would come a time when we would realize and of course regret the cost we paid to earn our pedestal in society and when we will look back and see the steps below through which we prodded, we will find our missing friends, our parents and those fiery moments which held us up in pride!

I profusely thanked Sejwal Aunty to share her inner emotions and took in my stride every word which she uttered knowingly so that one day I would be of her age and someone quite younger to me would pop me the same question “ Sanjeev Uncle – what has been your greatest regrets in life?” – to which I have to prepare from now on with many changes - each one of us should prepare to give to our next generation a satisfactory answer to this life-end question!

~ This Shall too Pass...~

 How can a man be so fit and fine at this age “ A beam of thought hit me hard – for he was matching his steps with the young , as I evening walked beside him – a smile on his face is all that mattered for him and as there was a stony silence in the aisle, I could hear the sound of music gushing through his ear-buds.

It was time for me to take a break as I had been relentlessly walking for more than an hour – a personal record for myself as today I was in a mood to beat someone – though it came out to be me!

As I started to walk lazily, a sudden pat on my back made me a little attentive and looking back out of surprise I could see Sharma Uncle! Our block’s most vivacious old fellow full of life and still going strong at this ripe age of 80+ - As I greeted him with a smiling “Namaste Uncle”, he quickly said “ how are you young man?, how is life treating you?” .I responded “ All well uncle – life has been pretty kind on me!” , I enquired about his son , who I knew was out of India since a long time – He responded “ Rohit is happily settled in his life and has two kids , I am happily settled in life here with no qualms whatsoever, this is how life works dear!”

I knew the nature of Sharma Uncle, as an adolescent , we were addicted to football and we always had an unexpected visitor on our ground – It was him, as he used to de-board from his chartered bus and always made it a point to share some lovely dribbling techniques with us. He was a master penalty stroke specialist and we knew for sure that if he would strike the end result would be anybody’s guess!

I still remember as kids, once when our football got punctured, it was him and his enthusiasm of the game that he instantaneously paid money and asked one of us to get a new one from the mart nearby - he had not shot his share of goal of the day till then....

He loved sports and had been a sports freak since I had known him – quite often he had organized sports festivals at block level and always encouraged young lads and children to take part in the race!

Till date when you talk to him, his vernaculars are always brimmed with words of sports – “The race of life, be a sport man…. Don’t be second grader, …etc. are his pet words!

As we started to talk about our current situations in life – he started to discuss the situation about pandemic, he was confident that if you stay strong and have a good diet and exercise regularly, corona would turn out to be a damp squib. His enthusiasm which he always wore on his sleeve was always visible…. As he was in a hurry to just complete his set of exercises, he cheered me with his final words followed by an adieu … “Son, always have one idiom in life… “This shall too pass…”… and off he went, racing away from me in his own style…

Today, as I got up, I was greeted by another thesis of life …Sharma uncle had just passed away yesterday night due to a sudden heart attack! I could not believe this news as it was only yesterday evening that I was happily chatting and walking with him… How life can shower with news you won’t believe so easily… He was a good Smartian always full of zeal for life and a heart of gold..…with no apparent medical condition and agile at his age of living, how it could have happened….

As there is always…there are no answers to this quest …while sipping the cup of my morning tea, I reminisced the last words of knowledge from Uncle whilst he bid me good-bye … “Son…this shall too pass…!” I never could decipher at that moment, he had a clairvoyant vision about what is coming his way… he had just announced his inevitable exit from this world in a humorous fashion ..the same way he has always been throughout his life …. Sharma Uncle , you would always be remembered for your love and caring nature towards me... especially your encouragement in playing sports and personifying the game to the game of life….!!!

~ Human Being to Being Human… ~

There is a big cardinal difference between a human being and being human. Your day to day conduct and behavior of situations and handling them transpires on your character and individuality. During the day and also in your life, there are ample situations and scenarios which occur in front of you where there is a demand for you to turn a human.

A small incidence in your life can change the course of it – its entirety can dissuade your spirit and you can blame yourself to the cause of the happening. I get these thoughts as I get to talk to a soul who blamed himself for the sad predicament and an eventual loss of a life. The two friends binged on beer whilst they met after a long time as they were home isolated due to the current scenario. Their joy knew no bounds and travelling through a reckless pass in the solitude of Himalayas, their car ditched them and fell into a ravine – as luck would have it , my friend Manoj though got admitted to the local hospital but his dear other half Kishore lost his life. After two weeks of medical care, eventually Manoj came back to his home in Delhi, but the memories of that fateful day could not get over him. The sudden night hauls and insomnia took over him and he went into depression – that one event had changed his composure to a 360-degree turn.

He drilled down those last moments and even started to curse them for why at the heat of the moment they drank too much and drove to the treacherous roads in the upscale mountains. These thoughts perplexed him, and he suddenly made a big decision – to never drink and also started to campaign in the name of the lost soul – his thinking changed drastically – the long phone calls and repeated talks of that fateful moment made him sad and resentful – “ I wish , I would not have gone for that excursions and not have over indulged myself in drinking!”. The sobs continued but the vent out made him look at life in an altogether different perspective. He has become reticent and humbled with the power of the invisible or destiny as what you call it! “It is all pervasive and it will occur when the time is ripe – you cant change or ignore it” , these words of wisdom has made Manoj humane enough , though he thinks he has paid a heavy price for it!

The other day, he rang me up and vociferously spoke about an online teaching campaign free of cost for the downtrodden kids – the response has been phenomenal for him and his spirits have got enlightened – all in the name of his friend! The other day I jokingly told Manoj – it took a life for you to come to the right track – the drunkard is fast changing into a thinking soul! The best part of this whole incidence has a sweet culmination – the proceeds from his latest endeavor is directly being transferred to Kishore’s ageing parent’s account. Though nothing can fulfill the void – Kishore’s parents have slowly moved on with life but Manoj’s regular visit to his friend’s house must be a cool comfort for the septuagenarians.

To end this note of thought, as yesterday I was chit-chatting with Manoj, the discussion went into the futuristic plans of him to launch a website and may be a foundation for his friend – I surely know that Manoj has not got over this incidence and deep inside he is reluctant to admit and acknowledge that he was the triggering point of this fateful event – All I said to compose him was “ God has his own ways to showcase his presence, sometimes the event is far bigger than all of us can imagine or think – though every event has a silver lining, and for this it was “ You becoming  ‘Being human’ from just a Human being was one!           

~ A Ragpicker's Saga...~

She sits on the pavement and watches the world move; she is also amongst us but with a different tone attuned to life of misery and no pelf. Her appearance of dilapidation surely gives a thought about the quality of life she is living. She was along sitting near a closed shop, the dark night with twinkling stars had just ended and dawn was on its way. The moonlight was showcasing its presence and all I could see was a frail woman meekly sipping a cup of tea which a street hawker had just made for her as a first customer. From the appearance, she looked like a ragpicker – a fact which was later proved when I saw the huge white sack lying next to her.

She had one faithful companion – a street dog, who seems to be sitting with her and occasionally used to jump over her – quite unlike a behavior which these canines portray on seeing such a diluted figure. She was quite mindful of her presence and frequently was looking here and there as if she was afraid of someone. Then suddenly she had an eye-to-eye contact with me as I was watching her closely for a few minutes gone-by. I was also on my morning halt (it was pristine early morning with clock ticking its way through 5:00 a.m.) and was basking in its midst of silence and clean air – I could smell the newness of the air I was inhaling.

After a few minutes, the lady started to wave hands and started to call in her own regional dialects – I mistook it to be a call for myself but suddenly was stopped of being stupefied when I saw her pals – a group of 4-5 street urchins with their white garbage bags approaching and hugging her lovingly. The laugh was all that was that captivated my eyes and my senses. It seems to me that she was being greeted by her familial ties – I rightly assumed that she was mother of 3 small kids – all of age between 10 to 12 years who have been pushed into penury by their life circumstances and were accorded this task. What I was missing was the presence of her husband, though I could closely observe the vermillion on her forehead – a visible sign of married woman in India.

As the family met, I could see the gala event – they all seemed to have forgotten their circumstances and started to peep and look into each other sacks, as if they were expecting gold out of it or the morning prized catch.  How beautiful that small incidence was, the kids started to play amongst themselves quite unmindful of the fact of being looked by me and alike! They seem to be living in perfect harmony of family sans the big and costly toys that their mother could not have afforded – leave alone going to a school, a basic human right ingrained in our constitution!

Their cheerful stance was a sight to be looked at again and again – soon the first rays of the sun started to cover the skies overhead and there was more light, the family seemed to be getting prepared for their next round of work , don’t know what it was but for sure, they had to dump their prized possessions to a safe pit for which they would get their daily wage – the source of their daily income.

As I stayed in my own thoughts, sipping through the cup of tea, the nomads just started to fade away from my sight and soon a time came that I was not able to see them. Time changes quickly, and it was my time to move on and start my day with a little marvel which I witnessed that will be amassed in my memory for a long time!

~ Mir Chand - An unexpected Encounter...~

Life makes you meet the unexpected. All you need to do is to keep your eyes and ears open and there would be signs everywhere that will give you your daily dose of learnings. One such incidence I write today made me almost bet on the existence of ‘Faith in the Almighty’ – Now that I am wording my thoughts past midnight I am still in remembrance of an autorickshaw driver I recently quite accidently met during my annual religious sojourn.

His quite demeanor and his acceptance of situations of life made me carry towards him and in just ten odd minutes that I took a ride with him we shared the world and the real life’s meanings! His name was Mir Chand and he was as polite in his speech as his appearance.

Whilst I was lookout for a means of transport, probably an autorickshaw  which is most common at a place I was travelling, I went towards a serpentine queue of auto’s ready to pick up customers as they arrived one by one – the rule being that once an auto is hired, the next one gets its turn. Whilst my turn came and I started to bargain about fare from this gentleman, he quite subtly told me the fare per person. To which I replied “Sir, you are charging much, we are five people and it will cost us much!”

He smiled a little and replied with equal verdict “ Sir, I will not charge even a single pie extra – you can please have a look at the government rates which have been allocated to us auto drivers per sitting.”

I turned my head and he was right – he was charging Rs 50 per customer as was mentioned on the big hoarding as a government order. I felt defeated and humbled – my argument stood no point. He smiled and we all five accommodated ourselves in his auto to start our quick journey.  

In the midst I started the conversation by asking his name. He replied with a humbled tone “Mir Chand”. Now that I had found the title, I asked him “Mir Chand Ji, how are things now here, now that tourists have started to flock this place.”

He laughed silently and replied “Sir, I have been standing here since 11 a.m. in the morning and now it is 3:30 p.m. – you are being my first customer and all I will earn is Rs 250. The situation is grim, and things have not improved since last year due to Covid. Everyday is a struggle for us!”

The manner in which he told me his predicament made me his fan – how can one tell his sordid tale in a subtle manner  here I was communicating with a man who has been waiting for 4.5 hours in a queue for his turn and telling me his sorry state of things with a laugh and a composure. He was not in a hurry and was totally comatose and had resigned himself to the situation he was living BUT was doing his Karma with aplomb and honesty – with all dignity of labour!

I chatted thus “Mir Chand ji, how many people are there in your family and what they do?”

He replied “Sir, I have an old father and mother and a 6-year-old son and a wife who is a homemaker. My son studies in class 2^nd and is now not going to school due to the pandemic”

I soon realized thus, Gosh - he was feeding a family of five including himself and his struggle was genuine – his salt and pepper hair was a telling tale of his life. But the only thing which catapulted me into becoming his fan was the calmness of his stature. A man in such a precarious position in life and still a smile on his face and his belief in the existence of living was truly remarkable.

Soon our destination came and it was time to get off our ride – whilst making a payment as I didn’t had the change, I took out Rs 500 and expected the balance from him – He again smiled and said “ Sir, I don’t have the change and he showed me his open purse which had two Rs 10 rupee notes.!” I felt ashamed and quickly corrected my folly and thought of going-dutch and thus gathered Rs 300 to be given to him.

He again reminded me of his inability of not being able to give back Rs 50 as he had no change.

This time I put my point and told him “Mir Chand ji, keep the change Sir.”

He quickly spoke “Yeh mat kijiye” – Don’t do this and held back my hand. I insisted but he had made up his mind and took the money and asked me to wait. In no time he came back with the change and paid me Rs 50 which was over the charge.

He smiled again and said “Ok sir, time to go!”

I finally asked him “Where will you go now?”

He quickly replied “Sir, back to the queue, may be this time my turn would come in few hours.”

Quoting this, he kickstarted his auto and soon vanished from my sight. He made me stood in silence of time and deep down inside me something shook my conscience made me thoughtful of the situation.

What on earth such a man was doing and from where he had the courage to live a life as he was living, chasing the timelines and that too with a façade of silence, patience and all smiles whilst he talked to me!

Now as I jot down his story, I am continuously thinking about him as I know for sure, he must be in his queue for the next set of customers that he might be expecting to catch and make an honest living!

Before we bid a final adieu, I had taken his number and finally messaged him today  – “ Mir Chand ji – Next time I am there ( which will be this year only!) , I promise, I will hire your auto and ask you to show me the entire town – all day! As having lived more than half of my life, I have found very less souls as him – honest, polite and living in situational harmony!!!

~ In Pursuit of Happiness…~

 Speaking to a friend who had achieved his dream in his life - settled in the 'States' his onetime dream the telecall  the other day ended on a pensive note...

"So much to understand and obligate  in this short span of time – discover your true being and listen to the real ‘You’ which resides inside your self – you must be talking to your spirit but do not realized its being in real life."

Do a social experiment – try to do something bad unto others or try some radical means by hurting somebody with your harsh words, immediately your inner self will make you a clarion call – a conscious feeling that you did wrong and that this could have been avoided. There is certainly a sub-conscious  or a parallel world which functions in sync with your true self and it keeps on interacting with you every now and then but you seem to be in  an oblivion or so much engrossed in your daily routine that you have forgotten to talk to your creator who resides in you.

Do this social experiment – try to help somebody or being – an animal or insect and see for yourself that how satiated you feel after you have done your chores -that is what is expected out of your birth – be magnanimous in your behavior  as life defines its true meaning to be humble and understanding towards others problem or pain areas.  I see and interact with so many people nowadays who are doing their jobs from the comfort of their homes but are not happy – they are decently paid and have no frills or obligations to anyone in life but they are not happy and not contented – asking them as to what they want from life, they parrot one thing – “ I don’t know what is missing in life, earlier I used to think if I earn decently well , I should be achieving my dreams and live a life of comfort, but my notion of money begets everything on the table – happiness too, was grossly miscalculated.”

These thoughts are not echoed by one or two souls but with an entirety of being living under stressful circumstances and under the overboard shadow of falsifying expectations and aspirations – the result?

You end up as an irritable soul, sometime frustrated and internally struggling with your own self with constant inner questions and contradictions. Why is that? Ask your question in solitude of life – sit idle and give time to yourself, talk to yourself and in all probability, you shall receive some hints if not definitive answers. With constant practice a time will come in your life which will give you the real picture of your objective of life and your presence in this world.

Everyone on this planet is in pursuit of happiness – that evasive quality which we were born with internally – look at the child and his playful stance – such effortless smile and his pristine living each moment without a thought of an intangible tomorrow!

The only element in your life which is missing is your disbelief in your higher self – many charlatans have presumed them to be demigods whilst they live in opulence and are living in the world of their own dreams, no matter what, they are hell-bent do be go getters and achieve their objective by hook or crook – not taking into consideration that they are being strictly judged on merits of living – A time then comes that their downfall starts for everyone to see.

This philosophy of Karma is not ingrained in life of people as they have gone unmindful of the real wirepuller of the world, for they believe that what they are doing or have done has been Suo-moto their own efforts and what they wanted , through their hard work and perseverance they have achieved – I argue, for many souls who did work hard in equal measure , they stand no-where near you, why is that?.

The rational philosophy of ‘Right time and right place’ is what satisfies these noble souls – but who will tell you which time is right to pursue and objective of life? or is it a subtle inner voice which gives you a whisper? These are endless debates with one conformist view – there is something out there who always listens to your genuine calls – for the rest, they are ignored as if they never existed – the only effort from our side is to be persistent in our drive to approach him, thank him for all the opportunities and even failures in life – for he knows what is best for us!

~ The Tipping Point ~

 “So, what was the tipping point that led you to moving to start up an eatery?” – was my question to one of my friend whom I met recently whilst we bumped into each other while jogging!

The quirky answer which I got but was not expecting was “I just lost my job in December dude 😊!” – Amit, as my friend’s name goes, was all smiles and not shying away or cooking up stories here – As I knew him from childhood, he has been a pretty straightforward person – whilst we played football or cricket, he was the ‘empire’ and his decision was final!

So what you do know Amit? was my next obvious question – with the same laugh he told me , he has set up a small take-away restaurant in vicinity and provides for home deliveries – the menu includes, baked Momo’s , Chowmien-. “Believe me Sanjeev, it had to happen this way and it just happened. For some years, I had been in different thoughts of starting  something of my own but as luck would have it, I took my unemployment as a blessing in disguise – In fact, now I employ two people and am happy that I have become a small time entrepreneur – who knows what begets for future!

His enthusiasm was filled with ecstasy and he was brimming with confidence. I asked him “ How has been the response?” to which he replied “ The response has been fantastic, Delhiites are just foodies – my initial calculation went haywire and from the first few days till now the orders are pouring in – in-fact, customers have requested me not to shut on Wednesday’s (generally a local holiday here in this part of Delhi!) .

He continued his story  - when I lost my job, It came as a setback as I had been working hard and was an employee of this company for 12 long years, I never expected to be shunned at one go, with an email in my inbox which seems to be cruel. The next few days came as a contemplation for me as I have a family to support and kids who are in school, plus ailing parents. Being the only son, I had to earn anyways, though I had provisions for six months, but you know ho savings perish each day. Thus, there was no point sitting idle or cry over my failures, I had to take the plunge and I took this as an opportunity and started to work on it. In one month, I was sitting in my small take-away restraint and had left back my office life with no regrets!

His enthusiasm had catapulted into his long objective and plans that he was gushingly sharing with me  - “ I have tied up with Swiggy and Zomato and getting excellent response. As I was a foodie myself ( his tummy was an evidence of sorts 😊), I always wanted to hung my boots in some eatery, so time allowed me to intervene in my passion of life!

What is your regrets in life Amit or do you have any” I asked him subtly.

“Why didn’t I parted ways on my own terms in job and took the other route earlier was my only guilt – I could have done it much earlier and have established myself in a decent way till now. I think I wasted lot of time working for somebody who didn’t care even an iota of my efforts whilst I was kicked off at one go!”

Amit’s words was full of agony but also enthusiasm of a futuristic approach. As I see and talk to people, many of us have made our identity as our profession and not thinking otherwise. Also, one more element of interest that I learnt from this meeting was “ never depend on one source of income in life,  pursue your dreams with aplomb, you never know whom you will meet or get help from and that may fructify into your next earning potential!

~ From 'Contact' to 'Connection'...~

The changing dynamics of society has put in front of us some questions which ought to be given valid thoughts , as in a recent discussion we as friends sitting in a café were having regarding the void which have now got created in the families – more so with everybody’s aspirations and fast pace of life, the apertures have become more visible in relationships.

We were set of 5 gentlemen sitting on a coffee table, discussing about our situations and quirks of life to which we all get exposed every day and the general chit-chat speared around the topic of falling relationships.

The oldest amongst us was ‘Sharma Uncle” who is quite revered in our block and has lived his life in all success – having a closely knit family living in togetherness, though a rare feat now a days!

He suddenly started to swear on the reason for broken families and failing relationships – to him there was a difference between a contact and a connection that we have made in our relationships.

To this, my friend “Amit” who quite jokingly put forth his question to him “Sharmaji, what is the different between a ‘Contact’ and ‘Connection’?”

Sharmaji began and started to explain, quite beautifully the difference between a ‘contact’ and a ‘connection’ to bridge the gap between faltering relationships. He thus asked a series of question to Amit sitting on the table.

"Do you talk to your father?", the uncle asked the young pal.

My friend, a CA working in one of the big 4 accounting firm in pune(but now working from home in Delhi due to pandemic) looked visibly annoyed...

The second question was fast as there was no answer by him “When did you talk to him last?"

My friend thus suppressing his annoyance answered: "May be a month ago."

The uncle was quick to respond and thus asked “How many brothers and sisters are you?”

The young man reacted with his eyebrows raised and answered, “2 brothers and 1 Sister.”

The uncle throwed his volley again “Do your brothers and sisters meet often? When did you meet last as a family gathering?"

At this point, the young professional sensed that he is being interviewed but responded "We met last at festival two years ago."

Now the uncle quite laughingly asked my friend: "How many days did you all stay together?"

To this question, my friend kept mum for a second and responded “"Three days..."

As the uncle was asking back to back questions, I started to get the pointers as to what he is trying to dig, but as the conversation was turning quite interesting, I preferred not to intervene!

The next question thus was "How much time did you spend with your Father and mother, sitting right beside him?"

My friend was not in a mood to answer this one as he got the signal as to what was going on – may be he got in somber mood as he told uncle that “ My mother is no more!”

Then there was the final nail in the coffin, after apologizing to my friend after he got to know about the loss of his mother, the old chap questioned him again “Ok son, do you have breakfast, lunch or dinner together? Did you ask how he was? Did you ask how his days are passing after your mother's death?"

Drops of tears started to flow from the eyes of my friend – as I could see that he had gone in the past and flash memories of his mother came visiting him!

At that very moment, something unexpected happened, the uncle came forward and held the hand of my friend and said: "Beta, don’t be embarrassed, upset or sad. I am sorry if I have hurt you unknowingly... But this is basically the answer to your question about "Contact and Connection." You have 'Contact' with your father, but you don't have 'Connection' with him. You are not connected to him. Connection is between heart and heart... Sitting together, sharing meals and caring for each other, touching, shaking hands, having eye contact, spending some time together... All your brothers and sisters have 'Contact' but no ‘Connection' with each other..."

After these words of wisdom, there was a just one sound on the table – the ‘Sound of Silence’ – we all went into a silence mode and started to give deep thought to what we had just heard!

After a few seconds, my friend showed his gratification towards the old man on what he was taught in past few moments, “ Uncleji, thanks very much, today you taught me a life valuable lesson which I will surely keep in mind!”

This small incidence that happened on that table showcases the stark reality of today – Whether at home or in the society everybody has lots of contacts but there is no connection. Everybody is busy in his or her own world. …Let us not maintain just "Contacts" but let us remain "Connected."  Caring, Sharing and Spending time with all our dear ones and live life in a playful mood as if there would be no tomorrow!

~ The Act of Forgiveness …~

Today, I pen my thoughts on the act of forgiveness – a virtue which can do wonders to the life you are living.

Forgive your friends for they were the dudes who were with you in life and they have helped you in thick and thin of life. They were your choice and that’s why you made them your friends, though now they have done something silly or unforgiving and you have severed all relationships with them – but still forgive them for those golden days of your life when they did things to accomplish your friendship!

Forgive your enemies as they are the real guiding force which propelled you to achieve what you did in life – looking back you wanted to beat them in race of life and may be all of your accomplishments were catalyzed by the feeling of enmity you propelled in your heart and thus achieved marvel of life!

Forgive your boss 😊 – yes that is a bit complicated, but still do as after all he is human and has to feel and absorb the pressure of higher-ups – he also has a life and a family to support just like you and he is a sandwich between the higher-ups and you!

Forgive your colleagues – again a tough one as they are probably your best competitors and cause of your ire or jealousy and you have to beat them at any cost – But, again they are humans too and they also pass through the same office rigmarole and grill and are expected of just like you!

Forgive your brother and sister – for they are the best pals God has given you , you probably have shared almost every single life instance with them – remember the fight for toys, the reprimand from parents and doing partners in crime thing!

Forgive your parents, for they are your living Gods, and it is because of them that you came to this life and have reached to this level of living. Think of the sacrifices they have made for you to sustain make you stand in the society – remember the late night rushing to doctor’s or forgoing of their sleep just to make sure that you have a good dreamy sleep for you were ill – they have done it all for your comfort, may be now also they ask you about nitty gritty of your things which you certainly not like as you think that you are much grown up and can take good care of yourself – your salary check is a stamp that defies their logic of you being a kid now!

Forgive yourself , as you are unique in every sense and you came to this world not for others but to live and experience life – whilst doing so, you must have done blunders and that too repeatedly, but for sure you have mend your ways and have started to improve upon your past mistakes and promised yourself to not repeat them till eternity!

Penultimately, forgive your creator – your God , for you must have fought with him and even cursed him for not giving equal opportunities in life to grow, to develop and made you achieve a pedestal in society – you remained just a mediocre employee or a common man BUT again forgive him for the best opportunity he gave you – to grow into a human being with a free will and no bondage!

~ A Golden Handshake…. ~

What happens when you strike a chord with a friend you had played with as a teenager and had a gala time doing all sorts of stupid things for which you were severely reprimanded. You were always partner’s in crime and used to loiter in the streets for hours!

Time stands still to a point where the memories of your last meeting to say a final goodbye flashes on your mind. It just happened the other day when I met my old pal ‘Sobi’ as we had nicknamed him. He was an exceptional cricket player and every captain’s choice – though he

I met Sobi after almost two odd decades as he had moved out of our neighborhood to Gurgoan, a choice his parents made – call it clairvoyance or just an instinctive decision, he did his schooling and went to the prestigious  institute - BITS Pilani for his engineering degree. I had lost count of the numerous letters he used to write to me from there – the only mode of communication till mid 1990’s!

Today I just bumped into him, though on face of it he had changed a lot, but his clarion call of my name made me turn heads and recognize him instantaneously! We exchanged initial pleasantries and asked for each other’s wellbeing and that of the family to which he said that “Papa and Mom are no more and rest all is Ok!”

As I asked him as to what he does for a living- I guess his chest swelled to certain inches as his proud moment had come - his quick reply was that he was working as a director with one of the top IT firms in NCR and was quite handsomely paid – a stark revelation to what I always thought he would be a good cricketer as he had a massive support from his parents!

But as they say, life is full of serendipity and what you think or decide can be turned around any moment, this happened with my friend as well and he became a technocrat.

As our conversation progressed, we talked about our family – wife and kids and that was a point at which suddenly his face went bust! – I was perplexed on the sudden change of his mood as it had turned somber on my asking him about his wife and kids – presuming him to be married and nicely settled at this age of his life!

He tried to avoid the topic and reciprocated my question and started to ask about my parents and wife and kids – I took this as an exception and told him about my life, kids and family!

His poignant looks made me believe that he surely had a story to tell, though his reluctance was quite evident – but suddenly, he started to speak in a low tone about his family – he had lost both of his parents and he was married and had two kids – a son aged 15 and a daughter aged 12 and studying in a prestigious school in Gurgoan but he was now separated from his family, though not divorced!!!

This stark expose kept me mum and I was not in a position to ask him the all important question “Why and how did this happen?” but he sensed my next obvious question and said that it is the peril of the profile and the position I carried !!! I was always engrossed in my office – working 14-18 hours a day just to prove my competency and move up the corporate ladder!   

Now that he had made the choice, he had to forgo some ‘Goodies’ of life which he started to miss – a sentiment he shared with me in equal measure. He told me that he was on the brink of early retirement and was trying to mend his ways and make pact with his estranged wife, but the effort was not successful till date. I advised him to carry on and keep on trying till the last day of your life!

A lesson learnt though this short meeting was that When Serendipity strikes make the most of it – Your parents, wife and kids are part of this design and all of you met under no normal circumstances or a matter of coincidence – but a part of a mega design – make the most of it as you will not be in control of your life long after they are gone!

I wished my friend all the best and shared my phone # or any assistance of help that I might provide – to which he expressed his heartfelt obligation and said “ Sanjeev – our young days were so beautiful – no tension and no responsibilities, and I promise to be in touch from now on!” – a stark fact in times which we  now live!

~ Humans of Delhi... ~

 He is a guard at a major toy shop and has to keep an eagle eye on any of the fit items which are purchased and goes out of the toy store. All sort of buys are made in the store which is mostly full of customers of all walks of life – though majority of them get pulled by the crabby cries of kids who get enticed by the sheer world of the toys they see when they pass through the store.

Wearing a mask, our lonely figure stands on the entrance of this store, sometimes having dived into his sea of thoughts - Our guard is a parent to two daughters, a fact which he so vociferously tells the kids while he smiles at them – he is the first focal point of attention for the kids entering the toy store  to the kids who see him as the first man standing on the front of the shop –

A little gaze at him makes me believe that he must have thought of buying these mimetic toys  for his kids too or for that matter his daughters after they knowing that their father works at a toy store, would surely have demanded a surprise gift – an ever increasing demands of kids nowadays!

Standing there for almost 10 to 12 hours, he observes kids buying best of the toys which their parents can afford or may be not but get compelled to make the purchase no matter what.

What goes in the mind of Bhuvanji when he sees kids talking home toys of various shapes and sizes – many of which are too costly for him to buy with the salary he earns? – all sorts of thoughts came pouring down on me as I stood outside with him, as there were corona restrictions and thus the store management had taken a decision to limit the customers.

As time passed and seconds transformed to minutes, I got to know more about him when I started to talk to him regarding the footfall on the toy-store and also the store opening and closing times. “Sir it is from 11:00 a.m to 9 p.m”, with that he starts to tell me that the store is a favorite of kids and that many of the toys are damn cheap and people buy loads of toys at one go!

As time passes and our guard stands with rapt attention overlooking the mall crowd, a couple comes with their young girl who is crying and looks bragging of his parent’s capacity to buy her a doll displayed on the shelves!

 As I observed, he loves to be playful with kids and he grins when any toddler just sees him as the first point of contact while entering the toy store.

As the kids came out and it was time for me to say a good bye in a hush hush tone, tomorrow again would be the same day for Bhuvanji – the job , the place remains the same but the faces of customers would change….