~ Guddu...Man on a Mission...~

 He comes everyday with his benchmark e-rickshaw, a semblance of his presence nearby as he hoots a peculiar horn which he has installed just recently. Ringing the bell and with a loud shout “Dhoodh) [Milk] , I get to know that ‘Guddu’ is here. I have never ever asked his formal name, for me this name begets a companionship, a sense of being a family to me.

Throughout the corona upsurge, he has been a constant source of motivation and a ray of hope for many of us who had secluded ourselves in the confines of our home. Motivation because, in spite of all the news of death and mayhem, here was a man who was doing his duty with full dedication and honor, knowing fully well that there are sick patients stuck up at their homes who cannot jump out of their peripheries – A lot of it depended on him to provide the daily groceries of essentials – from milk, eggs , bread, lassi (Butter Milk) and bread, Guddu was the man wanted by many of us in every morning.

Doing a thankless job, as many of us believed that he also has to earn his bread and butter and hence he takes this risk of coming out in open at peak of this pandemic where people are getting infected whilst at the closet of their homes. Whatever was our thinking, Guddu just kept on doing his work with equal zeal everyday – making our lives easier day by day!

Today, when I clicked his picture to be included in my blog, his eyes widened with a sense of pride. Many of us have thanked him for the marvel he has done at that critical juncture. Of course, we are not thankless souls after all, in those dire needs, everyone tried to help and assist each other , even if it was through kind words or by passing of keynote WhatsApp messages for medicines or Oxygen cylinders, whatever people could do , they did.

Amongst them there were many such invisible and nameless souls who kept on going on and on and didn’t held themselves back out of fear or inhibition of getting contracted by the virus – for they also have a family back home and are susceptible to the same vagaries of life as we all were!

I asked him, who all are there in his family and didn’t he feel a sense of apprehension when he used to come with same rigor everyday to sell his sundries to homes and sometimes entire containment zones.

His answer was quite astonishing coupled with a gleeful smile – “Bhaiya, I have my old father and mother and wife and two kids, we all are family of six people. I took ultimate precautions everyday I went home as I knew this disease is very contagious and it was running at its peak that time, for an entire two months, I stayed in another room near my home.”

The answer stupefied me and made me think about the dedication of this man and how he successfully balanced out his situation of life. He had to work and had to provide essentials to the needy ones – which he did without failing for even a single day and also made doubly sure that he should not be called the culprit of spreading corona at his home!

As I paid for my buy today, a special mention of thanks was passed on to Guddu from me, His smile said it all - but for me it was really important to make him realize that what seems to be his mundane work was a life savior for many of us!

Many of us have such “Guddu’s” in our vicinity who are invisibles by virtue of regular work they do for the benefit of all – sometimes they are street vendors , garbage collectors or delivery boys – all have families to support and all are equally susceptible to the virus as we are – today I thank them All for their unflinching effort and support and helping us go through that tough phase which made us more human and to see another day of HIS existence!

~ Lost It All..~

 “There is no one at home now…I go and cook for myself, Covid has devastated my life – I had no money to provide for hospitalization or Oxygen Cylinder when my wife and brother died in my arms.”

This poignant story of a rickshaw puller which I boarded today shows the grit of human endeavor to live life come what may. Though Shambhu has openly admitted that he thought of killing himself out of depression but at the last moment some voice made him stop.

“Don’t know what made me stop Sir!” he told me as we forged a connect whilst he was taking me way back home. Today was his day of speaking, to puke his emotions on someone whom he thought gave him a patient hearing – I consider myself blessed and humbled to know the nadir of humanity which Shambu told me.

“Bhaiya, I put my wife in my rickshaw and took her to a government hospital in my vicinity – she fainted on the doorstep out of breathlessness but the guard simply did not let us enter – after some time, a doctor and a healthcare worker came and declared her dead. I could not believe that my destiny had turned so cruel towards me!”

“Bhaiya, being poor and powerless in this world is the worst punishment, as no one listens to you and everyone just shoo you away as filth! We are poor and struggle everyday for our survival. We could not afford doctor’s fee or high-cost medicines and thus have to be dependent on government run hospitals.”

After a brief silences, he again continued … “One week later, I lost my brother, who was also suffering from Covid and for whom I was not able to arrange Oxygen cylinder – He died in my arms in my jugghi (makeover Shanti)” – ridding pillion, I was just listening to the tale of a man who had lost his family out of human insensitivity. I had no better words of comfort than telling him “ Shambhu bhaiya, it was all God’s will.” – though I knew fully well that we as humans did not try and did our best to save his family’s life – We blamed God as that is the easy way out.

“Will you go home now after dropping me Shambhu?” – I asked.

“No bhaiya, I wont go home, the moment I will go home, I will deep dive into fateful memories of my wife and my brother – I only had them as my family and there is no one left now for me to go home. I will sleep in my rickshaw and would go home early morning to take bath and freshen me up to begin my day again.”

I asked him one more question –“Shambhu, from where you get the zeal to live and look towards a better tomorrow?”

He did not speak a word and I presumed that he might not have listened to my question midst the hush-hush of vehicular moment. I repeated the same question but to no avail. Though I felt offended at the gesture shown to me but I understood his dilemma of thoughts and kept quiet. There was no further conversation with Shambhu throughout my journey.

Soon I had arrived at my destination and hurriedly got off to pay Shambhu for his services and lo!. I could see his wet eyes and he was crying silently whilst he drove. I swiftly tried to engage him in the worldly talk and made him remind of his boldness to counter the situation life had thrown him into.

“Shambhu bhaiya, very less people have the courage to live life alone – that too when they have lost their near and dear ones in close interval of time. You are bold and strong and an example for many of people like me who would listen to your story of guts!, I know what you have lost, for I have been in your boat sometime back.” , telling this I paid him and took his phone no - for I want to be in touch with such a man who is a tower of inspiration for me to live on despite being alone and enduring his pain silently. 

As I am writing this now, I can clearly envision what my friend must be doing at this midnight hour – I am sending him my prayers and wishes for I want to see him a family man again – a prerequisite for every one of us to live beautifully in this world full of unexpected happenings and mishaps…

~ The Art of Begging...~

 She Clings to her mother’s loosen cloth and shows her disagreement to ask for alms. Her prawning eyes though are always looking at passersby and their behavior. On a busy road both mother and daughter sit on the pavement and watch life moving on.

I have never seen them ever but until recently they have started to appear and make their presence felt. For sure, they come in the afternoon as I have seen them many times. They sit the whole day asking for whatever they can get from passersby. The girl is shy and keeps a veil around her face – a clear sign that this is oblivious to the life outside her mother’s protective cover. Just the other day she steps out may be the first time and crosses the busy road in a hurry and approaches a mother-daughter duo – fearlessly reminding herself of her own mother. Suddenly, she starts a communication with the lady who happens to come to the mart to purchase her monthly grossly with her daughter.

She starts to beg but with a peculiar grimace on her face , her eyes looking down out of shyness or the shame she has been made to face by her mother – The lady is soon convinced and gives a 10 rupee note to her with a warning not to beg – I can well analyze the whole predicament of the lady who according to me did because she cloned the situation fast and thought of the ‘beggar girl’ as an image of her own daughter- almost of same age. True to the situation, her own daughter threw a volley of questions towards her generous mother, which she had no option but to answer whilst they both unlocked their car and sped away in no time! 

Left behind was the little girl with a 10 Rupee not in her hand and a task to cross the road back and pass on her first beg for the day to her mother – who already had a pouch full of paraphernalia of her askance from many pedestrians who went passed by that pavement where she was sitting.

The sense of greed had just creeped in and the little girl was again reminded to beg more but with some stark instructions – this time the ‘Prey’ was me 😊 . She again crossed the road and directly came towards me asking for alms. The ‘Script’ was thus

“ bhaiya paise dedo.” – [ Give me some Money.]

As I was noticing the begging drama but stood helpless and obligated by looking at her innocence and her helplessness, I asked her “ Beta, Kitne Chahiye.” –[How much you want].

Guess what the answer came – “Bhaiya Dus Rupay!” – [ Ten Rupees!], as if that was the only benchmark set by her mother to ask for – nothing more, nothing less.

I further asked her “ Beta School nahi jatey aap, kaunsi class mein padtey ho?, aapko achcha lagta hai bheek mangna aise? Aapki mummy mana nah karti?” – [ Don’t you go to school? And In which class you study, don’t you feel ashamed whilst you beg and ask for money?]

She gave an answer straight from her heart “ Bhaiya, khane ko nahi hai ghar par, school band ho gaya hai , Ma ne nahi bheja fir, kaapi kitab nahi hai mere pass, paise bhi nahi hai!” – [ I don’t have anything to eat at home, school is closed now and I don’t have books either nor money!]

This time, I knew, her answer was not scripted and it poured my heart out of love and compassion for what she was going through in her life at this age!

What I did, I did but such a situation tore my heart rock bottom – Destiny has an alternative plan for her, I didn’t ask her name in a hurry , may be next time when I forge a bond with her – my little friend, I make sure that she gets much more than she deserves – till then I wait for that meeting to happen!

~ Papa wont come back..~

“Papa won’t come back – I know.” , this disheartening words from a 16 year old girl gave a chill down my spine. Suddenly she had grown old and started to recognize the world with her own imagination and interpretations.

Sahil, my friend left this world last week after being almost bedridden in a hospital fighting corona. All of his focus throughout his life (all of 47 years) since he became a father was for his princess Diya whom he always adored and praised in our talks. Every next sentence was focused on things in and around Diya – such was the love and admiration he had for his daughter. 

Enquiring about her state of mind from Suresh, elder brother of my friend Sahil, he thus spoke -“Hearing about her father’s demise, she went mum and hardly spoke to anyone , she is all self-hypnotized with the thoughts and time she shared with her father, the worst part being, she was not even allowed to see her father one last time. Suresh, further told that Sahil’s last word for Diya were “Just give lot of blessings and love to her, my last one probably…will always love her!”

“It was the toughest message I have ever conveyed to a teenager.” and whilst I did so, I cried and questioned God today, why he did this to us? What wrong we had done to have such situation.

I had no answers to Suresh’s question, and I kept on listening to him with all ears. We as humans can react to the situations and control them to a certain extent, the end results is beyond are reach – this is exactly what Gita explains. Many of us have been prior witness to such occurrences in life when we needed something desperately or wanted situation to turn up in a particular fashion, but it didn’t happen. At other times, we didn’t want situation to roll out as we had no interest in its outcome, it eventually happens – have we thought why this is so, the inevitability is beyond our control.

The twist of time can touch anyone at any moment of our lives , even if we are prepared or not, the situation will go out of control if it has to and we being a witness won’t be able to judge or command the outcome. The belief in the supernatural world or what humans define it as ‘God’ exists due to this compelling factor else if we were to control every bit and pieces of this universe, we would be called God!

As they say, daughters have a spiritual bond with their father, to the envy of the world. In most families by natural instance, daughters are the choices of daddy’s, not that sons are not, but a female child by default take unspoken precedence. This naturally happened with Diya – I have seen her as a new born and have also seen Sahil so lovingly paddling through his new found hobby of cycling with his daughter – all those images when come to my mind makes me nostalgic of an apparent love and connect both father and daughter had. Now that physically the bond has wrecked, in spirit it cannot be broken as for Diya, her father would always be a hero and a living reality. In such short span of time, she has loved and lived the best moments of her life with the most charming man he has ever met till date…. Why not then she should cherish the living memories so lived!

As the call neared its end, Suresh told me another small incidence which doctors told him inside ICU – In his dying moments, Sahil told the medics, tell my family that I will always be there for them through thick and thin, and would be keeping a protective vigil for the rest of their life …. That is a father’s promise to her daughter!

Such was the love and compassion Sahil had for his family – though he is no more in flesh and blood, but I truly know that he would always fulfill his promise which he has always done as a father and a husband… Bye Sahil for your heavenly sojourn, I know your last words would deem come true in form of miracles which Diya might one day tell me whilst she continues her life here in this physical world…!!!

~ In Quest Of Time…~

What you sow shall you reap” the must under-rated saying is the crux of our existence on this planet. This has been proven scientifically through various laws of nature – “Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.” – we have studied this law of physics but have hardly understood its implication in our life. It is only for the sake of marks in our exams that we learnt this by heart followed by few examples. 

At this age of our lives, deeply atoning to this law, we would find it holds good for most of our life’s decisions. What you do to someone would come back to you in another form or event and you shall soon be made to understand as to why this happened with you – “Karma catches up!” – though it is a slow mover but it does get back to you with all the good or the bad things that happened or would happen in your life.

All our lives, we are trying to beguile and chase our dreams and aspirations which find way to nothingness sometimes – someone wants to be a CEO, others want to conquer the world by opening his own startup and making it successful, still someone want to earn ‘Handsomely’ – though I never got to know the stoppage point of all this megalomania and where it would lead us to. 

This point has been proven in the current situations and time we are living – no one knows how we would get out of it – all possible assumptions have been put forward by segments of the society – be it medics, thinkers, spiritualists, mankind has been entwined in the shackles of a tiny virus which enters your body and does what it wants to. You created it or not is another question and most would go into an argumentative mode whilst they debate this topic but now that it has made its presence felt- it controls our lives and I would continue to do so for may be rest of our lives.

I have not seen people so scary in their lives, with many people being pushed into oblivion induced by poverty, hunger and death, there are others who have lost hope of their business revival and many have lost their bread and butter – the situation indeed gets precarious with each passing day.

My constant inducement to my thoughts as to when this would all end has no answers, till the time our medical fraternity justifies the test of time and their judgement, we are in a fix and would remain so.

The answers to these complex situations can ‘occur’ at any time – though our medics are at it as a constant endeavor, a clairvoyance or a majestic occurrence cannot be ruled out. I say this as a far-reaching possibility as I quote to such examples which have occurred in history of time…

The idea of Insulin was actually thought of in a dream by Canadian medics in the year 1921 and it became controversial – how did this dream happen and what induced it cannot be researched as dreams happen – no wonder the idea stuck and we had a lasting solution for diabetics!

The touch of divinity had always been there, for some it was revealed and thus resulted surprise inventions and discoveries of the metaphysical.

Second example I would like to quote upon is the curious case of Srinivasan Ramanujan …with almost negligible resources, he ‘created’ complex mathematical equations which became the bedrock of current scientific and space experiments. Till date, his equations are a hot topic of research for many of the world’s foremost mathematical and scientific minds – to this once asked, he commented that he used to get these divine messages as mathematical equations whilst in deep meditation – though in today’s scientific age, no one would admire such inconclusive logic.

As we would progress with age and time, we would find the most remarkable discoveries as a ‘Eureka’ moment and this would again present itself the concept of “Who is running the show?”. As I always say and believe , there are deep possibilities of the mind to be explored, only time is the only factor which would give a rational reply to our quest, till then, keep exploring…

~ Teri Raza...~

 

Today, I would like to share a small poem penned by my friend and a fellow thinker ... It rightly cascades the present situation we are in and what we are going through...

Kya hai teri marzi, Kya hai teri raza..

Koi door ka, Yaan fir ho paas ka..

Sune jo khabar kisi ki, To ye dil jaye bhara 😢

Koi dhoonde oxygen, ambulance yan haspataal..

Kisi ko chahye Ramdevisir yan blood plasma..

Firta phire maara maara, Hoke hataash behaal..

Jeb mein ho rakhe chaahe ho, Note beshumar, 

mehsoos kare khud ko fir bhi maha-kangaal..

Main positive hun par theek hojaunga, 

mere parivar vaale ko lo bacha..

Sune jo khabar kisi ki, to ye dil jaye bhara 😢

Kehte hain rabb jise, Koi kahe bhagwaan,

Rooth gaya shayad sab se, Koi ja ke le mana..

Ikka dukka koi theek hota hai to khud ko de rahe dilaasa, 

Shayad yahi hai teri marzi, Yahi hai teri raza 🙏

~ The Inhumane Us …~

 “So why did this happen? “– an intriguing question propped up during my group chat with known buddies today. Everyone gave their own explanations of thoughts as they understood and comprehend the situation today.

I had mine and what I perceived it to be …. Thus, it follows…

“The grand design always shows us signals and throws open its magnanimous aura for those who have the urge to connect to it – there is a far greater grand design to which mankind is susceptible – remember that when you were not there , still there was life.

Feeling a sense of obligation towards the life around us – be it plants or animals, we at the top  of our hierarchical food chain have the onus to be kind hearted towards all – as a guardian of this planet and its inhabitants, we were solely responsible for a comfortable living for all whilst we existed with them.

But were we able to do what we were expected of?

We only interpret the retina’s perception as truth and are unmindful of the propositions of the other world – the messages of it are easier to contemplate than thought. All the happenings today have a far-reaching ripple effect in times to come – it is just not a coincidence that we have lost our near and dear ones in flick of a second. Many families have been rendered as emotionally distraught and in spite of the resources and access to the best medical facilities, precious lives could not be saved.

So, think in solitude and try to make a connection to your inner self – may be with a constant practice, you will start to get the answers to the most radical questions you always asked yourself, the answers to which can only come and satiate your quest as a seeker.

Remember, the tumultuous happenings which should be an eyeopener to us – As youngsters, we have not seen the world wars or the great pandemics with our naked eye, but only on various digital platforms, hence we could not gauge the pain and suffering mankind has gone through. But this time, as living beings we could see and feel the mayhem which was bequeathed on us – A visit to the crematorium have left us high and dry and proved our helplessness beyond a certain point. We are just reduced to numbers and nothing more than that. Your existent ceases after you take the last breath.

Death became our daily dosage of living – not a single family has been left untouched with death or hospitalization.

So, where we were wrong to have been punished like this? Have we forgotten to live like humans and have shunned the basic laws of the land – magnanimity, love, acceptance and equality have stopped being virtues for us? Our ancestors were wise and thus lived in harmony with nature and its laws – they equated their existence with all and sundry – both with living and with the inanimate ,but as we progressed scientifically and materialistically, we tried to unearth the natural laws of the universe through our theoretical perceptions of logic and practicality and thus have fiercely ventured into an unchartered territory. Our research and development in science and its outcome has done much damage to our living than it actually profited us.  

We have not left any territory untouched with our so called experimentation of modern science – from genetically altering the DNA of species to launching satellites to explore life outside earth – Man wants to conquer each sphere of the universe not knowing its far reaching repercussions.

We have stopped to listen to the thugs of the grand design – its daily knock on the door and have started to behave as demigods who are bound to conquer the platitudes of existence. The act of doership is ingrained in our conscience and we are masters of the universe – this is what we had thought – we rubbished the idea of living with harmony – killing animals for our food to satiate our taste buds which flamboyantly  showcased our strength. 

When meat becomes taste for us, strongly defied the laws of living and cascaded ourselves towards doomsday – why do we now cry foul? What we did to others, the same is being done to us – Like zillion ants and insects which get crumbled under our feet knowingly or unknowingly, we have been treated as the same.

We never realized during our course of living that almost everything which was needed to survive was already presented before us – air , water, food the basic elements of survival was all there but our hunger for more instigated our inhumanity – we started to kill and obfuscate the existence of other species – the curse of animals came from them and it happened not to be controlled!

We nurture hatred amongst ourselves and other species - bullying them to death and cowardice , our actions are forlorn and with selfish intent. 'We as masters of our own destiny' has been proven wrong with the advent of  pandemic It is now that we have to learn to mend our ways and develop a coherent living with other beings and shun our sense of superiority towards other species - this would be the only way out for our future generations to exist else what has now become a cat and mouse game would remain so for the rest of our lives…!”

~ Vulnerabilities of Life...~

Sitting ideally a thought poured my mind - “Are we always vulnerable in our life?”. The though was not meaningless as it had derived its logic from our day to day situations and news we keep on hearing nowadays – we can be tricked to unforeseen circumstances and situations which could be compelling and far beyond our thought and reach.

The other day, while going through a medical journal I was taken by surprise about how vulnerable we are at each moment of our life – “Almost 23% of cells in our body can turn cancerous during our lifetime”  – they may not for our entire life but we are always under the clutches of things out of hand and this is nature’s way of doing things.

Sudden turn of events can lead us to chaotic situations which we may not be able to handle, but there is always a stream of light and hope which makes us walk the unknown path – at the end of the tunnel we emerge as victorious – but when you think about the time of your distress, you will see that it was some external power which guided you and made you sail through.

Talking to a dear friend who happens to be a medicine professional, the recent turn of events were the topic of radical discussion between us. The most obvious question put forward by me was “When we will see the light at the end of this cat and mouse game? Is there any end to this pandemic as it keeps on changing form and we see multiple mutations?”

His laugh was as inquisitive as my question, but his calmness and practicality of handling Covid patients were a proof that his answer would make sense in understanding the current situation as well as future course of upcoming events.

“Dear, it is actually turned out to be a cat and mouse game for all of us, there would come a time when the variant would dodge the current set of medicines and we need to keep on evolving new variants of medicines which matches virus mutations.”

Humanity has not seen such instances in almost a century and the pandemic of this large scale has never happened for more than century – it is a new ball game altogether and we need best course of action to overcome this situation”

Suddenly the talk steered towards the working conditions Saurav ( My doctor friend) works in. He is married and a complete family man with two small kids and regarding the vulnerabilities of life I talk of – he is on the same boat as he is human to. A constant exposure to covid patients makes his life more susceptible to infection and other complications.  

As I asked him “Don’t you have any fear of death and what life would be for your family without you , if any unfortunate eventuality strikes you?”

He was optimistic in his approach to answer this “The day I wore the apron , I promised myself that I would try my level best to cure the patient who seeks and advise and cure from me. That is the only motivation and objective I go to work every day.  When I see patient getting cured and leaving the ICU ward with ear to ear smiles and thanking our entire staff profusely, a feeling of satisfaction gives me goose bumps and my aim of life gets fructified!”

Though the vulnerabilities of his living have made him stay almost away from his family for more than a year now, his single minded devotion towards his patient is what makes him go on and on. His videoconferencing calls from WhatsApp is the only main source of interaction with his son and daughter and rest of the family. Doing a situational analysis of his life, a feeling of reverence bestows on him – by virtue of his profession which he takes seriously – he is a human too but he does not let his vulnerabilities to overshadow his resolve!

Coming back to my question “Are we always vulnerable towards our living? “, I found my answer today but with a stroking notion of overcoming our weaknesses with a resolve that all will hold good tomorrow, you just need to do your duty with a purposeful aim – rest leave it to your fate…!

~ The Next Breath...~

She just came back from the dead by kissing the confluence of life and death, with no hope of making it to the other end of life, she whatsapped me “Don’t know if I will make it!” but with a will-power and the persistent chant of God’s name, she made it today.

Today came the good news that my friend tricked death and came out hale and hearty from the ICU where she saw the dance of death almost daily. When the next breath was the only wish one could have asked for and the effort to get it was humungous and with each passing second you fought the losing battle, suddenly life seems to be so worthwhile – the value of it grows reverentially!

I didn’t wanted to take her to recent past and asked only one question.

“So, what was your takeaway from this life touching event Simran?” I asked the obvious question.

She chocked and after a glaring silence she responded – “The breath we take so effortlessly and assuming it to be coming next time is the most important aspect which we so shamelessly take for granted. God forbid, if one goes into a condition of gasping for it, he/she would get to know the value of a single breath!” – These words were coming from a lady who had herself gone through a harrowing experience of breathlessness due to Corona. Suddenly she had to be hospitalized and her Spo2 level was constantly degrading - no oxygen support or medicines were of any help and with passing minutes, dizziness was coming in.

“ The last time I saw my mother as a shady image before I was pulled into the ICU bed – I wont every forget that feeling of terrible fear – as if it was the last time I was seeing her and wont be able to make it alive from this place. The constant gasp for oxygen was making me dive into giddiness and all I could hear the hush-hush activity around me – someone putting oxygen mask into my face , other putting canula into my body – suddenly I was made to look like body entrapped in medical machinery with a certainty of death!”

As she came back home today, I could see the change in her attitude and thoughts about life – The enigma is gone, and she wants to live each day as it comes but with gratitude and all humbleness.

“Things which you make you live are all been bestowed on this planet naturally – first being ‘Air’, then ‘Water’ – We think we can replicate these resources to our usage but we are grossly wrong – what comes naturally to you cannot be replicated.”

She thus spoke further “God has given a perfect balance of nature for us to survive yet we don’t obligate the power of nature. I have learnt my lesson the hard way and wont forget this ever in my life.”

Today, while speaking to her, I got reminded for the all the prudence she spoke – In reality, we are taking the natural gift of nature with all its easiness, forgetting that the perils of  imbalance can cost us our lives – the current imbroglio which we all are facing is a critical example of humanity paying the price of tampering with nature – we certainly have paid a heavy price of this advent!

Finally, as we exchanged goodbyes and prayed for good days ahead – the ending tone from her really marked the wisdom and life lesson gathered from a traumatic experience, “Be grateful and show gratitude to each living soul around you – thinking there may be no tomorrow!”

Mind it – these words are always in my thoughts ever since they were listened to!

~ On Her Majesty's Service...~

When other priorities matter, she has chimed her living in a way that the statement of life has turned towards a better purpose. How many of us are cloned to the fictitious digital world, a world which we have got addicted to – be it social media or internet Tv’s, here is a soul who has taken the bottleneck of time in her stance and has truly converted the opportunity as blessing in disguise.

It’s been almost a month now, the effort has been enormous – she outperforms compatriots of her age and makes it a point to leave her home by 9 A.M, equipped with sacks of packed food not before diversifying the packed items into different categories – lunch for some and breakfast for others. Her span of influence has begin to expand as by each passing day , she is a witness to daily ordeal of poor and destitute souls working on construction sites – many as daily wagers, their wives taking care of dust ridden toddlers for whom sand and brick have become their daily toys. With no help from the civic agencies and no means of consistent income, they cannot take a chance of going back to their native villages and life in cool comfortability of life.

She ends up as a contended soul only by 8 P.M when she is done with her second round of providing for the dinner to the people who give her advance calls – the menu is carefully selected keeping in mind the demography and the comfort and of course the taste element of the food. Quantity and quality of food is the basic agenda which Ruby Didi keeps on her priority list. No wonder she gets zillion of ‘Thanks’ and ‘God Bless You’ messages for being the kind soul to them at this hour. 

When most of the family members have been hand-tied to not offer any help to their extended families, she has selflessly taken upon herself to provide for homely cooked nutritious food to them whist they are home stuck. Time and again she has been asked an obvious question “Why don’t you charge for the food? We are in a position to pay.” To this, her only answer is “Be the change you want to see, today I am taking the plunge, if life offers you such opportunity, jump into the bandwagon and start!”

 Many of the patients have now got over with their ordeal and have offered to be a part of this unique drive. I can sense that something big is brewing in times to come and this nobility has touched many hearts and souls of the sundry and they have realized the true value of philanthropy – that too out of no vested interest.

Ruby Didi’s kitty of food items has been increasing ever since – what started as a noble idea of providing free food and snacks for affected covid family members who could not venture out on their own as their entire family were in the shackles of the disease, she has become daily messiah of such families. There are others who are elderly who live alone and cannot risk their lives to venture out at this fragile time – they don’t have their son’s and daughter’s along as they are simply not there or are outside of India – for such situations, Ruby Didi has been a comforting Santa – I can only count on the blessings she is accumulating on this karmic work.

I ask her one question – “ Ruby Didi, don’t you get tired whilst you do this service relentlessly ? don’t you have any fear of getting infected by Corona having a family yourself, you are risking your life and that of your entire family for this cause.”

There is only one answer to my questions – “ It has been my internal voice to help and get out of cool comforts of my home – It is my Karma to do this service at this critical juncture of my life! And I feel strongly about it – the satisfaction I get after I am done for the day is enormous. 

The smiles I like to see on the satiated souls is the only motive behind my effort.”, these words are truly majestic and give us all a hope and an enormity about do-gooders who are living angels in our life.

When most of us are scary of venturing outside and even are ordering groceries and other home paraphernalia from online merchandisers, here is one soul who has taken upon herself to do the optimum what she can do with the limited amount of resources but certainly with an unlimited zeal to help others and thereby spreading positivity all round at this critical hour of our living!

~ Proud of You... ~

Death has become an overwhelming part of our daily lives nowadays. Not a single day passes when one does not get to listen or hear about tragic stories of someone’s passing away due to Covid. The saga is getting bigger and bolder, each one has a story to tell and suffering to enumerate.

Amid these turbulent times, there have been parables of positivity and successful turnarounds of life. They fought the pandemic head on and were fearless of the dread it brought. One such ‘Son’ who had to take upon himself the complete control of his family is ‘Ravish’, he is a close friend for more than two decades now. When Covid struck his entire clan, he had no choice to put his entire family of four – his father (who is an heart patient and a retired Army officer), his wife and his teenage daughter, who is fighting anxiety over back to back postponing of her 12^th board exams. They ran from pillar to post to garner medical support which was utmost needed but ended up for nothing.

With each passing day, the situation turned worse for himself and his father – with both wife and daughter largely unaffected with the onslaught of virus, frantic calls for oxygen cylinders and to various hospitals for ICU or Oxygen beds went on deaf ears – there were no one listening to the family – this turned out to be a loosing out situation and with each passing minute, the tide got turned towards frustration and helplessness. The family doctor’s advise was all that was strictly followed , along with ‘God’s hand’ which made them bring in touch with an unknown lady who said ‘Yes’ for oxygen cans when they approached her. The ordeal had just started and many a time the situation went out of hand and Ravish had lost hope for himself and his father – with an average oximeter reading of Spo2 at 70 – both the father and the son became a compelling case of hospitalization – but no avail!

The desperation creeped in but was constantly matched with the motivation to beat the killer disease – Uncle’s Army training at heights of Kargil and Siachen was utilized at the best of the times. A strict regimen was initiated – proning exercise along with time-tight diet was the order of the day. As time ticked, situation started to stabilize, though it was still dicey. Our continuous talks on the phone was the only source of inspiration and motivation that we could have shared amongst ourselves. With no medical or supportive help, we were taking a big chance as we were not left with any other option to the fore.

Ravish left no stoned unturned to stick to the basics of living, his daily story telling his father whilst he poured sip-by-sip soup into his mouth and gave him medicines on stringent timelines had actually started to work. With each passing day, the situation told him the grim reminder of so many sudden deaths happening – be it checking the news or from the whatsapp groups – the predicament remained the same.

Then came a sudden twist of events, and after about two weeks of suffering, I head a positive news of Ravish’s father started to let go of Oxygen cans and started to breathe naturally – the Oximeter showed healthy reading but one thing was still not upto the mark – his weakness, which his body had taken a toll due to persistent high fever and less exposure to oxygen.

His frantic calls to various chemist’s to find a commode chair for his father to ease him out was also not acknowledged – such was the situation of medical supplies in Delhi at the peak of the pandemic – as they say ‘ Need of the hour produces a Man” – he did his best to provide comfort to his father by converting his dining table chair to a commode chair ! – anything for the father he would say to me on the next day – such a single minded dedication and  alertness actually became his need of the hour.

Now that he called and we talk at length how he was able to manage the fragilities of time and how internally he had suspicion and fear of losing his father, his single mind devotion and effort made him and his family sail through.

The best part came as a soothing comfort to Ravish – as he told me today on call, you know Sanjeev , today I got the best gift from my father as he has fully recovered from covid and have started to do his daily chores – “ I am proud of you Son, I am lucky to have you as my Son. I had lost all hope of getting better and living my life again, such was the situation I found myself in…” .

These words of attainment from a father to his son means everything today, all I can say is that “Good Work Ravish, you have proven by example what family is all about and how at the most delicate of the time, if one gets true support of family, any eventuality can be shred off, it is more of an emotional support  and proper care that is most comforting in those times of distress…”