~ Making the Difference...~

With these unprecedented times, when Covid is playing havoc and people are dying for no faults of theirs, there is a sense of hope and fight against time – the winner would always be a ‘Commoner’ who has been failed by everyone – he still struggles for he knows that he has no other option but to win against this deadness of any help!

A first hand see of a crematorium which I observed today whilst I went to pay my respects to a very close relative – the irony of situation was palpable – the deep wounds inflicted on the souls of the left ones would never be healed till they live. The relatives of the ‘Gone’ were inconsolable.

Before that , a visit to a hospital had scenes of hope – the common man which is invisible to the erstwhile eye is the living God in these dire times…It is certainly ‘HIM’ who is fighting hard and is hell-bent to defeat the race against time with his stern resolve.

Be it a Nurse, who is taking care of the unconscious, checking the patients vitals, speaking to him and motivating him that he will come out as a winner – whilst she does so, She is putting her life to risk every time she is entering a Covid zone… but she does…. She is making a difference…

I encounter a Ward boy, who cleans and packs the body with great alacrity lest virus does not play its havoc on others – whilst he transports the body, the class X standard failed , who was good for nothing steps up and gives mankind a hope to fight and a zeal to live… he is making a difference…

 I observe an Ambulance driver, who is working non-stop to transports the body to the crematorium.  His never ending to and fro trips  to hospital and crematoriums is what is hailing him in these times.

This college dropout might not have visited his family for more than a month. His ambulance is his temporary world…, he eats, sleeps in the van and takes the patients and the dead bodies alike… he is making a difference…

The security guard, the first one to give you a patient hearing and guides you to the concerned department with all his energy. He is the retired security jawan who comes to his job regularly and works relentlessly for he understands the pain and trauma of the worried families and often tries to soothe them with his one liner… He is making a difference.

The Manager of the crematorium, who has been working overtime for many days with no count of when he went home last time as a happy and smiling face. With body bags arriving in hordes in one ambulance, the paper work and other formalities have to be quickly arranges. He does not complain of his job monotony, he might be a 12th pass or a graduate but performs the last rites as a pseudo-family member on behalf of the bodies who are not accompanies by family members – He is making a difference…!

The body handler, who is tired but still wont mind picking up a body and making ground level arrangements for the last rites to be honorable – for he knows that emotions run high and he sees it as his karmic theory to fulfill as this is why he was born – He must be a school dropout and a good for nothing drunkard desisting his job in other times, but today, he is a hero – for relatives and family members are dread dead to touch the bodies of their near and dear ones and have maintain a stoic silence and a shameful distance whilst he performs the last rites of the body…He is making a difference!

The constable on the road, who is working overtime to make sure that people adhere to covid guidelines and wears masks properly, for they should not become afflicted of the virus. He speaks and catch hold of roadside Casanovas who are just out there for the fun of it. He risks his life everyday to adhere the decorum of the lockdown. He can barely speak English or be a computer conversant like me, but He is making a difference…!

The delivery boys, who could not get good marks in school or college and had to struggle to get jobs in English speaking multinationals – for they were simply rejected for the lack of understanding the basic etiquette of the language they would use to converse to clients. They ferry in sparkling heat of the mid-day sun to make you reach to your favorite online buy you have been waiting for with all the eagerness of the world! They travel in serpentine routes to deliver and empty their humungous bags full of articles. Be it sun or rain, they are at your doorstep to oblige you with the best of the services they can provide. We don’t return their oblige with even a little smile or acknowledge their services – forget asking them a glass of water... They are making the difference…!

The Daily maid, who comes over at the right time as we have a stack of utensils lined up for her along with other nitty-gritty work that we expect her to manage as a part and parcel of her daily job – She risks her life and that of her small kids whilst she goes from one house to other tending to her job – She takes the best chance what life offers, as she has become the only bread-winner of her family for now as her husband either a factory worker or a rickshaw-puller has been out of job for weeks if not month….She is making the difference…! 

The dull vegetable vendor, who either has a fixed shanty erected near the park boundary or the daily traveler who brings to your doorstep fresh fruits and vegetables which you so often bargain to your own comfort not knowing how early he gets up to fetch his buy in the far off vegetable wholesale market , risking his life daily. He would be a school drop-out, whose father could not afford his education or daily living in a big city like Delhi We never acknowledge his efforts while eating those sumptuous fruits and cooked vegetables… He is making the difference…! 

Thanks to these dire times, the common man is my daily winner – as he is the one who is making life go smoothly for all of us … these countless souls are unacknowledged and doing a thankless job for many … it is time that we start to oblige their inaudible presence in our life …as they are the solitary ones who are 'Making the difference...!'

~ “May”, the word of Doubt…~

In the dialects that we use in day to day many of us begin the sentence with ‘May, he gets peace…’ or ‘May, he gets through this…’.` speaking so in itself begets a scurry of doubt about  and the apprehensive nature of the person speaking it. Why can’t people be firm in their resolve on saying and uttering things which they mean and desire it so earnestly? 

Why can’t we begin with a firmity of thought “His soul will rest in peace…God wills so! instead of ‘May his soul rest in peace….’ Why is this sense of doubt which takes ground when we utter these words…?

These thoughts came to my mind with a rare miracle that came to my light in these depressing times…

Kavita aunty is a cancer patient and is a constant source of a stark reminder about the fact ‘Come whatever may, we will live and come out as a winner…’. The stout lady has lived life on her own terms, challenging the uncertainties of tomorrow, her never to say die attitude has been an overcast on the doubtfulness of living for many of us. Recently when she was diagnosed with corona and had to be admitted to a hospital for a preventive care, she showed her reluctancy in doing so – the family members were hell-bent to secure her a hospital bed so that situation does not get out of control.

Whenever I have had a fortunate meeting with this gritty soul, I have been reminded of the often used’ Catchphrase’ – “Our lives was never ours – many of the events was and  will be unpredictable and will occur out of the blue – no planning , no futuristic comprehensions will ever make you completely prepared for life's unpredictability. Many a time problem would land over our backyard but we will work our best keeping out the ‘May’ and the sense of doubt that things would come back on track one fine day!”

As the Ambulance came to pick her up – She walked herself towards the van , not before waving to the neighbors with her bubbly  smile “ I shall be back” – a female baritone which reminded my of Arnold Schwarzenegger dialogue of the famous movie ‘Terminator’.

Such was the grit of this lady, I kept on enquiring about her from her next door neighbor's, her family members and kept getting positive news about her recovery – the chancy case as she was with a comorbid health situation – her son was at his witty best – “My Mom would surely make it !” , she did !!!...

Yesterday as the charm of our street came back with all smiles, she rose herself up from the wheelchair, folded and then waved her hands to the appreciation of all…. The feeling of ecstasy creeped in, goosebumps all over my body was a testimony to the fact that a lady who fought the situation with all of her positivity actually believed in the power of words…. Words which cast a doubt on your intention whilst you speak them.... 

Kavita aunty was an English teacher and remained so through her retirement – she lives and quotes the philosophy of life from what she has learnt and experienced from a flurry of books and novels that she has read in her lifetime. I still see her quite often, sitting in her balcony and reading a variety of novels.. Her vocabulary is always brimming with carefully articulative words… words which sunshine your personality, your demeanor – your zest for life multiplies…. As I saw her today standing on the balcony sipping her tea, I privileged her and told her ‘Kavita Aunty, I knew – You will come back hale and hearty!”

Listening to this, her obvious answer got mixed with the cheeky smile on her face – ‘Sanjeev! I told you I WILL come back… I was damn sure of tomorrow….”

This small conversation made me come to a strict conclusion of the words we speak… the energy which flows with every word and strongly depicts our hidden fears of a situation…. From now on, all the blessings, doubts, and predictions which I will make would be deprived of one word for sure “May….”

So the next time you bless anyone or offer a prayer for your near and dear ones… shun your ‘May’ and start with all firmness and a grit resolve and act with confidence… Someone is there to listen to your prayers but without Doubt…!!!

~ Victims of Success…~

 Today, I saw him traversing the main gate of our block, lost in his own thoughts, his  stupor was apparent but he had to go to fetch items of his daily needs.

Partnering with his equally aged and ailing wife, Kishore Dass uncle is agile enough to do his day to day household work as I see him catering to his favorite pastime – Gardening. He has no vehicle – though he can easily afford one but prefers a bi-cycle to tread on the streets of our vicinity. Sometimes, he would be seen buying groceries and other sundry items for the day.

The other day when I literally ‘Caught’ him smoking at this age, I felt the childness in him. As we had our eye-to eye contact, he called me through a gesture and provoked me to comply and took a promise “Beta, don’t tell your Aunty 😊, she will chide me till eternity!” As I heard these words, I first burst into laughter in front of him – though I am at my honest best – I tried to atone him later, but he didn’t mind it!

I was seeing a completely different man, as my next-door neighbor, I have seen him reprimanding us when we were kids, though we completely deserved his abuses. His still broken windowpanes are a truthful testimony of our overzealous cricket mania. As we used to play with a hard- plastic ball, one of the shots made it to his windowpane at that unfortunate day. We all had to contribute our bits and pay for the broken glass shield – but were always intrigued by one question “Why has Uncle not replaced it with a new one?”

Coming back to the current times, Kishore uncle has become an old man, his wife is almost bed-ridden, both of his sons are out of India and living a comfortable life. Now he has no strength left to balance a bicycle – he hardly paddles that now , as I see it nicely placed in his backyard.

We had a good communication as we walked back to our homes – I sheepishly asked him one question “Kishore Unlce, why don’t you go and stay with your sons now? You require constant support and also with deteriorating health of aunty, how is it that you will be able to manage?”

He first smiled but his answer felt me with a guilt for younger generation “Son, both my sons have literally disowned us. They only call once in a month – that too it is an emotionless call out of just a formality. I told my elder son, if can join them as now we have lived our life and the ‘Call’ can be anytime soon, we often need medical help – I can’t manage things on my own now.”

I kept listening to uncle’s predicament. He stopped for few minutes to gasp as he had begin to choke whilst he narrated his story, then he talked “ He gave me a suggestion, are there no old age homes, you can go there. It is a safe bet for you now papa, I can arrange that for you from here. Don’t worry about money, I can arrange that too!” The utterance stopped but one thing started to roll out – “Streams of tears from his eyes!” – I turned stone – All these years, I have been actually not liking this grand old man of stature, but never knew that he was carrying the Biggest burden of his life on his shoulders!

 Today, many of us are parents to small kids, thinking as to how tough it is to up bring the kids – those sleepless nights, mid-night rushes to the doctors, Standing in serpentine queues for school admissions, daily doing the balancing act of household – Doing so for ages, one day , we all will find ourselves in the footsteps of Kishore Uncle – though our kids would be well settled and would have moved in their own directions of living – hearing these words what Kishore uncle heard will be a big ‘Failure of our lives’.

Many a time ‘Success’ brings its own ‘Failures’ – the charm of making it big would make you tread an uncharted path – a meadow where you want to touch the pinnacle of achievement, but the price that you have paid once you look back would be enormous!

I kept on thinking about the pain and anguish of an old man, how he must be feeling about his life and situation he lives in – the worst part being- he has never told his wife about what his son suggested him. She still adores both of his son and gives herself a motherly excuses that “They must be busy in their lives as it is very occupied outside India.” . I can well understand being a doting mother, she also would have been giving her sons the benefit of doubt of ignoring their aged and ill parents, so that Uncle should not feel ashamed of his children.

Today, I felt and have been constantly thinking about this story – ‘What a shame of such success , as you have been enveloped by it and have become a victim of it –  You can be rich and famous in any part of your life – but you can never meet your parents again if you loose them!’ This is a simple but a profound truth of ones life – I hope one day Kishore Uncle’s sons would be a witness to this fact – but by then the time would have played its part and they would be just a mute spectator of Destiny!

~ Out of Love and Compassion...~

What you call when you hear about stories of positivity and faith which allows one to leave the confines of one’s home towards an unchartered journey, fully aware of he fact that there is a deadly virus out there which is playing havoc on masses – you can be its next target.

As I know her since more than an year, I have seen the sparkle in her eyes to be benevolent and work towards caressing the underprivileged and downtrodden strata of our society – Kids being her personal favorite, she is unrelenting when it comes to serving them in any form she can. Her free-education programs are a hit in the region she operates. The hordes of children are a living testimony to the fact I state!

Today as she gave me a call I was dumbfounded to hear about her latest passion – ‘Giving free food to the home arrested covid patients and their families!!!” She had broadcasted the message with a single-minded objective of helping and catering to the unfortunate, who are narrowed down to their domestic walls due to covid patients at home or in the family. They cant shop or go out to buy medicines, ‘Ruby Didi’ as I call her fondly, took the pledge and the onus on herself to do this arduous task with a whisper of a broadcast message of WhatsApp and lo!, she was never prepared for the deluge of shouts that she started to receive in first hour of the broadcast.

She along with her husband (Mr. Pankaj Sharma) took to the streets of Delhi, with one aim and an objective in mind – to serve wholeheartedly by whatever resources and means possible.

When I asked, is she not afraid of the current reign of deadly Corona epidemic – She was quick to respond – “ I am doing it as I have full faith in Saibaba!, He has given me the instincts and shown me the way to help and serve the poor and I will always be obliged to people I serve!” – Such a positive lingo, I had not heard since a long long time. At a time when people are feeling scared to venture out and are even desisting of buying regular groceries and medicines, here is an iron lady who has spear-headed her fight towards a direction for all of us to adore and if possible emulate.

Ruby didi gets up at 5 a.m and starts to prepare staple food for the families – she always has a rough estimate of the families to be served and quite miraculously her estimate is bang of what she approximates! The food she makes with love and dedication out-beats the best quality standards – as she keeps one thing in mind “Give as you are being given!”.

She told me “Sanjeev, the response has been phenomenal, never expected such a huge call on the very first day! Got calls from far flung areas of Delhi, unfortunately, we could not cater to their misery, felt so much helpless!”

Whilst she was talking to me, frantic calling was happening on the other phone being attended by her husband, the toll for the next day was already decided – 60 odd families stuck up in their home solitude and being wanting a much needed respite, a helping hand who could fetch them food , medicines , coconut water and other sundries for day to day living. They feel helpless and tied to the knot of their destiny – many of them being at the mercy of the supreme self and being self-doctored!

Seeing the predicament of humanity, Ruby didi just prays silently for every soul who is bearing the brunt of this dread of virus. She is always in high spirits as she has her muses in the society – ‘Children, are my soul and I have dedicated my life to this cause, be whatever comes my way, till my last breath, I will not stop and give my wholesome dedication towards the betterment of these underprivileged children. My only refuge and motivation being – one day I wish they attain a respectable position of stature in the society and help others to achieve them, not forgetting in the way that where they came from !”

As the telecon closed to an end , She told me another parable of a husband and wife who were both covid +ve, but denied to partake the ‘free’ food She was distributing – a  well judged argument was thus thrown in front of her “ Madam, we live in our own apartment and are both working, we can afford food – it is just that we can’t go out – It would be nice if you can please charge for service you are giving us!”

I knew the answer was a big “NO” but as unrelenting the couple was – quickly the message came on her phone – “Madam , thanks for the free service, the food was delicious but our conscience does not allow us to have it again – hence, wont be needing it tomorrow!” – these examples make a strong case for self esteem of humanity , Ruby maam’s resolve is to just serve selflessly – She has plans to serve them as well, as she knows that the couple would be struggling for cooked food the next day as well (with 'Swiggy' and 'Zomato' not obligating Covid families in their area), She has plans to take a ‘Token Money’ to satiate the couple’s self-esteem...

Today she has taken her stack full of cooked food in a remote colony of west Delhi, the frantic calls are not dying but midst of all this chaos, she is silently doing her bit to earn her karmic account - who knows, knowingly or unknowingly any one of us or our acquaintance's become the beneficiary of this great venture – till then the zeal continues… !!!

~ Karma , the Software of Life…~

 "Karma is all that is !”  The words rattled too many times during a conversation with a high end soul – my spiritual partner who happens to have left everything to the dance of providence – long before humanity had stuck tryst with its destiny in the form of Corona!

“Look at the situation now – on the top of food chain we are but are dying like ants! , everywhere you see is death and deprivation of mankind. Why is this so? What wrong has humanity done in the past to be suffering at this time?” This words were very thoughtful but I had no definitive answers but only presumptions. His point blank questions pierced my conscience and I went into a thoughtful mode.

He further stated – Life after death is something beautiful too, but that does not mean that we kill ourselves to achieve that. We have our Karmas to execute – the "Prarabdha and Sanchit" Karmas are doing their bit , as they always have – you only have to bear the brunt of your past as you have sown the seed !

This interpretation of Karma – the bug-less and a picture-perfect software of life  is answers to many of our problems through which varied questions arise – Destiny is silent and wont answer you, it will just throw about situations which you need to balance every moment. Sometimes you will find yourself in a happy tenet at other times you will be struggling to balance situations and tasks. The beauty of life is to live every moment be it sunshine or rainfall , but it easier said than done.

Think of people who were not able to make it to this wave of Corona, hear the subtle pleads of people dying of the disease – “ I don’t want to die – I have an 11 year old and a 4 year old kid to take care of!” The next few moments casts a disaster on the pleadings and he is no more – quickly he is body-bagged and rushed to the cremation center – the next victim occupies the hospital bed – See the brutality of life – unrelenting and unwavering , no prayers are answered and no requests to the lord are entertained – It drills down to pure ‘Karma – the software of living as I would not mind calling it.”

Examples are galore of warriors coming alive out of war having taken dozen bullets but a tinny little virus makes you succumb to your end. Who will survive and who will not cannot be a matter of choice but just a matter of time and your karma.

This poignancy of life takes shape only when mankind cannot defeat the inevitable – “Death!”, for the rest of his life he is at his chivalrous  best – beating his own trumpet of achievements by hook or by crook – doing nasty things to please his own self and quenching his own thirst of power and pelf.

Not knowing that in the midst of treading the path of life, all your follies will one day befall on you and all of your prayers and requests will be unattended as you will be merited on only one scale of life – Your Karma’s – your free will is what you have today – execute it with care, as your single stance of activity has a repercussion to be presented later in life – who knows an act of goodness can save you of dire consequences that you may face one day in life – as my spiritual guide stated “ Karma was all there and would be, as always grading you for the acts of goodness, vengefulness, deceit and corruption!”, the choice will always be yours , so you choose , shall that be delivered!

~Tomorrow Never Dies …~

What would you do when you talk to someone close on phone who resides outside Delhi – talking about life and its uncertain nature – asking about general well- being about each other and our families. Today, I got a call that "Shishir” our close one is no more and had just passed away midnight after a massive heart attack – believe me, I freezed up , hearing this from a voice from other side of the phone… what is going on in this world ? So much uncertainty around? don’t know who will live tomorrow and who would not!

Just three days back I had received a surprise call from Shishir bhaiya and he was at his cheerful best – the talk of his daily routine and roaming around in the streets of Rishikesh, specially his spiritual journeys on the upscale hermitage of Rishikesh captivated me always.

Closing my eyes , I seriously questioned the making of this world and how the grand design is working = I strongly say today that God or that Higher Spirit has kept to himself two serious stances, one- when will go from this world – the timing , the place and the way, really don’t know. The second one is even more intriguing – who owns and runs the show? Since yesterday, when I have heard the news of sudden passing way of a gentleman in his own sense, a guy vivacious enough to uplift your spirits be whatever mood you are in , I have not been able to keep my thoughts of him! He leaves behind heaps of fond memories which we both shared – some lessons of life which I learnt and still practice.

Just the other day talking the sensitivity of corona, he echoed “ We have to be mindful of the circumstances but I am sure we will win over it soon! Humanity has always won the race against time…!”

His optimism was always worth an emulate – no one could match it – I remember when he was struggling through his business but still had the same optimism – “Life is full of strange occurrences, which can happen anytime!” – this was always his favorite ripple and he proved it till the end…

He has surely set an example for all of us to live life with great depth – whatever you had been postponing has to be prompted, the “Soirees” have to be organized, the shames have to be initialized … don’t be afraid to apologize or call your dearest friend with whom you were greatly involved at one stage of life but have lost touch!

The time silently ticks – it can trick you the next second – as a humorous saying is going rounds in the virtual world “None of us are leaving this place Alive! 😊” so it is time to fill your glass of life till the brim…with hopes and far reaching expectations that tomorrow will again be a beautiful day to cherish...the hopes for a beautiful tomorrow will never die and it shouldn't either ….till then cast your doubts and shadows to the Unknown for he knows how to pet you for the next day …!!!

~ She...~

She gets up early morning as a routine, free from her daily chores, she dedicates herself to the family as a responsibility – an attitude she carries which is an unending race of life…

Her intangible dedication is taken for granted by most of us – whether she works the whole day or not, it is always her prerogative to be doing nitty-gritty of her household chores, she could be a central figure of the family but is not reminded so! Always on the edge, she takes her responsibility with aplomb – she is expected to perform her duties without a break – back to back grilling herself and keeping in mind that everyone gets his/her wish fulfilled…

This invisible worker has been a constant source of inspiration for many of us , since long she has been working silently to cater to everyone needs – now that she has come to limelight as we work in the confines of our homes, we see her tending to her duties tirelessly and without taking a break…

She dons the hat of a mother, wife and daughter simultaneously – she is the woman of today. Sometimes she takes the role of a mother, sometime as a wife and at other times she is a daughter, but she is the salaried -less dedicated worker in your house!

Now that covid has struck, she has changed her role to be work from home woman – she is an equal partner in many conglomerates and works in tandem with her male counterparts contributing with equal fervor to the envy of many. She is a foreseeable challenge to the male bastion once she gets out and gives her usual best to the surprise of all…

Sometimes she is an uber driver just arrived at your door to lead you through your destination, at others she is the fighter pilot guarding the skies with her grit and challenging an unknown enemy! She is a covid warrior and is saving the lives by putting on her doctor apron- leaving her family behind and working nonstop in life threatening conditions. She is guardian to many in the solitude of an ICU- what we call a ‘Nurse’ – she is the small family of the patient who is cared upon by her unending night walks. 

She also is the same guardian at the borders, protecting our motherland whilst we sleep as dead, only to find the borders safe in the morning. You find her as a steward serving you in the skies and keeps you at comfort with her lovely smile…

She is the defendant of the family when it comes to crises, she is soft-hearted when it comes to love and care. She has been there around us caressing our every need. Her unbiased love is the dashing charm we live life for... 

She has been around you from the day you were born, she will always be with you with different roles of life and relationships. She was yesterday, she will be today and tomorrow…respect her for what she is She is…

She is the woman of today… Our life ..Our world…. Without her, we are half of what we are with her!

~ The Daily Shout... "Kuda Hai?"...~

 “Sir, It is important that I work every day , for I have to feed a family of 6, else we will all starve to death!” , with closed hands these words were echoed by a man who does a very menial job in his – ‘Menial’ as he is a garbage collector and goes home to home with his conspicuous white sack on his shoulder.

He comes dot by 9 a.m. with a flurry of street vendors who flock our block – some selling vegetables, some coconut while others are busy picking up scrap… the morning saga for most of Delhi colonies remains the same… here I deliberately skipped mentioning our block watchman – who is always neatly attired and boasts of his physicality and shuns wearing a mask as he boastfully tells “ Sir – I cannot wear the mask for long, it gives me suffocating feeling!”

Coming back to why I am writing this , ‘Sanjay’ comes everyday with his gassy smile on his face whilst he knocks at the doorbell and asks for previous day’s garbage! He has been doing this work since a decade and has had a few medallion up his sleeve – that is what he tells me when I asked “ Till when you want to do this work? Don’t you want to set yourself in something more respectable? He chuckles and says  “ Sir, through this work, I have bought a small janta flat back in my hometown and here in Delhi, I have bought a small jhuggi (Shanty) for my family – more so his eyes sprinkle when he shows me his cycle-rickshaw that he recently purchase through is hard work. These are the possibilities which make him cling to this work, though he certainly does not want his two sons to dive into this ‘Profession’ and is making them study in a semi-public school.

I asked him “Are you not scared of this pandemic – his practical answer made me keep quite and venture into a thought-provoking mode – “Bhaiya, we all will die If I wont step out and start working. We have negligible savings and I have to send money back home to my ailing father!” He had a clear-cut thought in his mind, come what may, he has to stay safe as well but he has to work daily to cater to his family requirements. There are a zillion Sanjay’s in the streets today , wanting work, having their own perils of life, struggling to make ends meet, sleeping under the open sky, going hungry and what not – life certainly has not been kind to them – they need a little helping hand to bolster their self-esteem- I thought!

Today, in these uncertain times, when you never know what can happen to you our your family, the fragility of life is inevitable and have made many of us in depressive state – never in our near past we have been a witness to the payback and atrocities of nature on humankind. All we can do in our limited spere is to provide a helping hand and words of comfort and optimism to the deprived, for they need this at this juncture of life – They are ready to fight for their existence – as my mind precariously thinks about Sanjay at this wee hour of the day with all the silence of the world around me – I hope and silently pray for him to be hale and hearty and may I see him tomorrow with the same smile and enthusiasm with which he rings the bell and speaks his keystone words “ Kuda Hai ! ( Do you have Garbage?….) till then …Look out  for your own Sanjay's… !

~ A Viral Kiss…~

In the erstwhile silence of the night, as I jot these words, I am constantly being reminded by my thoughts about a friend who called sometime back and uttered “ Oxygen level 87 and 100 fever for past 2 days…What should I do?” The next obvious answer from my side was “Gosh, immediately go for a Covid test and if possible, arrange an oxygen cylinder and in worst case scenario – be prepared to be admitted to a hospital!”

Though my utterings were high pitched, I soon realized my folly and took the talk on another subject. It was my soft way of apologizing but after a quick second I again asked him the question “why didn’t he go for the test earlier? What stopped him.”

Though he was restless, but he presented himself in a calm fashion and said “I had gone to two testing center’s yesterday but the queue made me nervous and I came back . I also tried some numbers of labs who were doing tests at home but again there too I was confronted with a serpentine queue. I have no choice but to wait for my turn to come – I have isolated myself at best as I can – having an old father, wife and an adolescent daughter, I cannot take any chances but it is sheer bad-luck that I got infected for no fault of mine…he started to repent the day when he didn’t stopped the maid to start working in his dwelling, knowingly fully well that covid cases had started to rise….

As I have had my kiss with virus, I could only console him and suggest him homely remedies which came out as effective – steam and gargle was on the top of the list, followed by vitamin tablets… to which my friend was quite receptive as he had already started to implement these domesticated measures.

Soon, our talks turned into morbid humor, citing the situation we were stuck in, there seems to be a vicious circle which life was bestowing on us and it was a tough situation to come out of it. You have to be your own senile doctor and need to follow what your mind said at this situation – the more people you will talk with , the more varied set of advice  you would be given – which to heed would become your common sense.

The cerebral mind was constantly nudging me towards the uncertainty of times that we have started to live – never before in our living stance our generation had been a witness to such upheaves of life – we had only read in our textbooks regarding the pandemics and global wars and economic disastrous but now that we are going through the predicament, we can well imagine that how humanity has sailed through the rigor of life.

Albeit with the situation he was in, I just tried to help him by setting him into a positive state of mind, time will change everything , for sure this is the only mantra I work on -  nothing in this world is constant and it keeps on changing , though silently. A true observer cannot obfuscate this eternal truth –

I turned a little spirito-philosophical to send positive waves to my noble friend. The trick had started to work upon him and whilst we exchange goodbye’s , I could sense that there was a somewhat optimistic man on the other side of the phone and that he would be strong enough to negate and win over his situation in one or two weeks’ time – till then I would certainly wait for his din and silently pray and hope that he is able to cope up with his tough time...!!!

~ Gone with the Wind...~

The inevitability of death should make us ponder on the grand design of this universe. Today watching the situation prevalent in our country made me think about the Guinea pigs that we all are – at the mercy of our destiny and someone sitting up there who has designed our plans and our life with a limited amount of time. We don’t really know when time is up for us. An evening call from a friend made me think over at this mercy of that power on us – Avinash’s father is no more today , just a few days back, he and his father used to take the after meal strolls in the evening discussing grandeur plans of his shop that he had just opened in a central mart in Delhi. His father had a rigorous morning regimen, he started with his daily exercises, followed by a health drink and then start up his daily chores…having worked in a government organisation, he kept to his regimen and was a disciplined soul.

As he called, the fragility of his voice was an indication of something devastating which had happened to him, for he has been my childhood friend and have been in touch since he has left our vicinity but thanks to the onset of mobile and net, we are in touch ever since!

He continued “ Papa is no more, he was hale and hearty with no prior medical condition… just the other day we were discussing our plans to expand our store which we had opened in January, seeing robust sales , we were happy that things are taking shape, and then see what happened!”

I paid my dues condolences for the departed as I know uncle as a happy-go-lucky chap but never thought that he would go in a flick of a second as was told by Avinash.

He further continued “Papa had his morning exercise and then had his glass of juice and suddenly felt the discomfort in his heart – I rushed him to the nearby clinic for primary first aid and there he just collapsed…. The doctor pronounced him dead … I could not believe that a man who was just speaking to me just a few minutes back had ditched life … he just went voiceless… never to return… his eyes closed, and his lifeless body was in my arms… All the jerks and cries just fell on deaf ears… as nobody was listening… the voice which I always heard as a reprimand or of love was never to be heard again…

He continued…”After this sudden life changing incidence, I can only think that we are timebound souls in this ephemeral world, seeing the situation around me now, the call of “Your time is up!” can come anytime , anyplace, so be prepared!”

I could not speak a word beyond what Avinash had just spoken of as it was indeed a traumatic experience of life which he just underwent. I did empathized his predicament with that of others who are struggling to save their near and dear ones from jaws of inevitable death, citing the dragon of covid which has wreaked havoc on us . But the important silver lining in this whole episode was a beautiful message that turned out to be a learning for me … 

“ Believe in the power of the invisible, it is not you who is shaping your life, it is something intangible – call it any name but for sure, it is there and seeing you , observing your behavior and counting on your goodness or bad deeds of daily living… for on the day of judgement it would always be between you and him and nobody else…today it is Avinash, tomorrow it could be anyone of us…in between live at his mercy and rejoice your living to the fullest!

~ Woh Hai Na...~

 Human is indeed a social animal and cannot limit itself to the confines of his home or of his mind. We are designed to vent out and explore the possibilities of the world and in doing so experience and learn from our mistakes! The current situation we all are living is certainly making us endure the hardships and testing time life is offering us – keeping a bold facet to confront these possible times is arduous but manageable.

It is with these thoughts that I was speaking to my neighbor and friend who abruptly called me up – in a hasty voice he said “ Sanjeevji – Me , My wife and Kid is having high fever since 2 days and could you please help!” Hearing this a volley of questions along with anxiety but at the same time the first thing I told him was “Don’t worry – you will be alright in few days, have faith in God – Woh Hai Na…”

Hearing this he got into his calm and asked me if I can bring to him some of the essentialities of day to day as he has restricted himself from going outside. Believe me after I had made him assured him and his getting better and eventually getting out of this predicament, he felt a degree of peace within him.

I quickly prepared myself with all the paraphernalia which is required at this time to venture out in the mart to buy for him his essentialities. Having done so, I called him up in due course and told him to collect the groceries from a place where I had kept him.

He was thankful but he told me a very interesting experience after our first call – “ Sanjeevji, since my last call and after hearing those words which you told me – Don’t worry …”Woh Hai Ha…” had a magnificent adrenaline rush in my body – suddenly I felt that I have been recognized and accepted by God’s will and have slightly felt better…!!! There has been a miniscule fall in the temperature and that too without medicine…. Thanks a lot for all of your kind words of encouragement ….”

Hearing this , I went into my trance and started thinking about the morning event which corroborated the power of thought and ultimately the existence of a higher self….” 

In the entire universe, even if there is one soul who holds your hand and tells you these golden words “ “Woh Hai Na….don’t worry , you will be alright!” – your aching bones, your heart breaks would get an adrenaline rush – you will feel the re-emergence of your lost zeal to live, your confidence and your dignity of life…. There is someone who is there for you to help you tread the difficulties of life who holds your hand in any eventuality and give you hopes to fight these unwarranted times…hospital , broken relationships, debt, job…be whatever is your worry…hearing these words and more so, having faith in its meaning will give you your boost to rise and start afresh!

Today I am a live example of belief in the power of positive attitude and thinking – It is the cheapest and the costliest medicine in the world…. Cheapest because many a time people don’t recognize the value of such people around you… and costliest because many souls don’t have people around them who at their time of difficulty give them comfort and assurance of these golden words…

This life which we all are living will give us many challenges as a test of time…all we need is to seek refuge and company of people who can give back a strong assurance of you enduring the test of life…. Once you emerge from it, you yourself become the carrier of this phenomenon…because HE has chosen you to be one…as “Woh Hai Na…”!!!!