Our salute to the unsung Heroes of the country (NSG Commando's, Police officers, Constables, Firemen, Hotel staff of Taj and Trident & citizens ) who laid their lives in order to protect us and the country in the course of the tragic events in Mumbai. Let their souls rest in peace .
Let the country stand united to fight against such barbaric act.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Namma school ,kaate,Gelayaru matu Girinagara
The growing up years or Namma A-Dinagalu is a wonderful memory which can never be forgotten. I landed up in Girinagara in 1984 and on the first day in my new house we had a gang coming into my house .Girinagara was pretty small area where each of us would know if a new house came up . They all came and chatted with me and became friends and the best part was they saw my comic collections and in the next 10 minutes it all had disappeared into their hands . All of us loved novels , comics and cricket and i think that's what bonded all of us. Venki, Kiran, Vasuki,Balu
( Bhola), Puchi, Rajiva, Sanjeeva, Kulla, Vinii,Raju, Shashi,Jagi, Prakasha,Madan...
What a list and what a group . Some of us are still the best friends and meet regularly . It's long journey .
Some were in Webster's, Some in BHS, Some in Kumaran's and after our school we used to all meet at our favourite adda the compound wall of Venki's house . Addu namma 2nd house.We used to form our team and then head towards any open area to play cricket .Since the group was big we could form 2 teams . Once we played we used to come back and chat for soemtime before we came back home .The chit chat would go for longer hour's in the summer holidays.
The 3B , 3E bus journey from Seetha circle to Nagasandra circle for my school Kumaran's was eventfull. We had group there too " The Bus friends" and lots of them making merry in the full packed bus.If we dont get a seat we used to just dump the bags at the seated passengers as though it was their job to hold our bags. Some were crazy on the bus numbers .They used to remember well then our algorithm problems.My Friend Deepu used to remember the driver, conductor name and bus no. of 36E exactly .Our bus journey was eventful because of the girls in the bus too . So of them got down at ramakrishna ashram, some at Nation high school stop and rest at nagasandra . Dashu and Vasuki used to board the bus in nirmala stores and they were the most notorious in the bus . the walk back from the bust stop to the house was another amazing thing where we used to have a race as to who would walk faster in the adjacent roads.
The summer holidays were always fun as vinay used to land up as early as like 7am in front of venki's house for a cricket match or just to chit-chat .He used to get frowned on by kiran ,venki's brother seeing him so early .All our parents used to crib saying we would never improve in life and succeed but nothing bothered us .We played all day along came back only to have some juice or water .We can never forgets all our mothers who although cribbed used to serve us with juice, water or snacks . How many window panes has been shattered .How many infights .How many scoldings.I cna never forget the famous sanjeeeva and Mr.Jayaram fight when the cricket ball fell in his house and how madan went inside the house to mediate . The constant fight among senior and junior gangs . The pulling of puchi's shorts whenever he faught and cried and left us to go home .The way vasuki would be said " rascal" when we used to fight among ourselves .With all these our day would end back on the payment in front of venki's house recollecting these things and laughing over it . I had never seen sushila aunty crib on us . Hats of to her patience and they way she treated us all . One was not well always we fought and some times the fight has stayed for years before a patch up.
Girinagar saw the start of a Leather Cricket team and a volley ball team that time around .There was association or sangha formed by our friends which conducted quiz, ganesha festival, athletics for the elders and us . Our venue would be the roads and the sachidanada ashram auditorium.I remember my father winning 2 shields in 100 and 200m race and he was elated . I started as a ball boy in the cricket team and occassionally got myself to get paddedup to bat .The everyday nets before going to school or the long nets on sunday made my desire to play cricket more concrete.As the concrete jungle expanded in Girinagar the friends split for some years.I had joined a Residential school and was coming only in holidays and then college in bangalore and we started back to meet . Times had changed , we had grown .Kiran was going to join army .Raju was on the brink of finishing engineering .Shashi was doing ICWA. Balu was doing evening college and also working in Bandbox.Apart from this We ( me, venki, balu, puchi, vasuki and the new entrant sridhar)had all started to do what young boys indulge in for fun. The evening meeting continued from school to college to our working days till date . Only cricket stopped for some . We met for years on Sundays for a dosa breakfast at mangala or a idli/ upma breakfast at BSK 2nd stage SLV till Balu flew to chennai or dubai.
As i look back the school remains the same with new buildings , the kaate has made way for new pathway, Girinagara has grown rapidly and colourfully but what makes me smile is We Gelayaru are still the same, we meet up till date now with families and kids . We still meet up for drinks. We still meet near venki's place and chit chat when we get time . We still fight and dont talk for days. The mangala dosa stil awaits us on sunday's , the upma vada in SLV still makes us to meet ,We still watch cricket with rapt attention.The love and affection among us has only strengthened over years .Each one of us have gone thru so many personal turbulations but one thing which still bonds us is our friendship which comes out of trust and love . May god be kind to all of us in all times to come and may this friendship carry on for generations to come .
Three cheers to the Girinagara Gelayaru !!!!!!!
Snehada Kadalali payaniga nannamma!!!!!
( Bhola), Puchi, Rajiva, Sanjeeva, Kulla, Vinii,Raju, Shashi,Jagi, Prakasha,Madan...
What a list and what a group . Some of us are still the best friends and meet regularly . It's long journey .
Some were in Webster's, Some in BHS, Some in Kumaran's and after our school we used to all meet at our favourite adda the compound wall of Venki's house . Addu namma 2nd house.We used to form our team and then head towards any open area to play cricket .Since the group was big we could form 2 teams . Once we played we used to come back and chat for soemtime before we came back home .The chit chat would go for longer hour's in the summer holidays.
The 3B , 3E bus journey from Seetha circle to Nagasandra circle for my school Kumaran's was eventfull. We had group there too " The Bus friends" and lots of them making merry in the full packed bus.If we dont get a seat we used to just dump the bags at the seated passengers as though it was their job to hold our bags. Some were crazy on the bus numbers .They used to remember well then our algorithm problems.My Friend Deepu used to remember the driver, conductor name and bus no. of 36E exactly .Our bus journey was eventful because of the girls in the bus too . So of them got down at ramakrishna ashram, some at Nation high school stop and rest at nagasandra . Dashu and Vasuki used to board the bus in nirmala stores and they were the most notorious in the bus . the walk back from the bust stop to the house was another amazing thing where we used to have a race as to who would walk faster in the adjacent roads.
The summer holidays were always fun as vinay used to land up as early as like 7am in front of venki's house for a cricket match or just to chit-chat .He used to get frowned on by kiran ,venki's brother seeing him so early .All our parents used to crib saying we would never improve in life and succeed but nothing bothered us .We played all day along came back only to have some juice or water .We can never forgets all our mothers who although cribbed used to serve us with juice, water or snacks . How many window panes has been shattered .How many infights .How many scoldings.I cna never forget the famous sanjeeeva and Mr.Jayaram fight when the cricket ball fell in his house and how madan went inside the house to mediate . The constant fight among senior and junior gangs . The pulling of puchi's shorts whenever he faught and cried and left us to go home .The way vasuki would be said " rascal" when we used to fight among ourselves .With all these our day would end back on the payment in front of venki's house recollecting these things and laughing over it . I had never seen sushila aunty crib on us . Hats of to her patience and they way she treated us all . One was not well always we fought and some times the fight has stayed for years before a patch up.
Girinagar saw the start of a Leather Cricket team and a volley ball team that time around .There was association or sangha formed by our friends which conducted quiz, ganesha festival, athletics for the elders and us . Our venue would be the roads and the sachidanada ashram auditorium.I remember my father winning 2 shields in 100 and 200m race and he was elated . I started as a ball boy in the cricket team and occassionally got myself to get paddedup to bat .The everyday nets before going to school or the long nets on sunday made my desire to play cricket more concrete.As the concrete jungle expanded in Girinagar the friends split for some years.I had joined a Residential school and was coming only in holidays and then college in bangalore and we started back to meet . Times had changed , we had grown .Kiran was going to join army .Raju was on the brink of finishing engineering .Shashi was doing ICWA. Balu was doing evening college and also working in Bandbox.Apart from this We ( me, venki, balu, puchi, vasuki and the new entrant sridhar)had all started to do what young boys indulge in for fun. The evening meeting continued from school to college to our working days till date . Only cricket stopped for some . We met for years on Sundays for a dosa breakfast at mangala or a idli/ upma breakfast at BSK 2nd stage SLV till Balu flew to chennai or dubai.
As i look back the school remains the same with new buildings , the kaate has made way for new pathway, Girinagara has grown rapidly and colourfully but what makes me smile is We Gelayaru are still the same, we meet up till date now with families and kids . We still meet up for drinks. We still meet near venki's place and chit chat when we get time . We still fight and dont talk for days. The mangala dosa stil awaits us on sunday's , the upma vada in SLV still makes us to meet ,We still watch cricket with rapt attention.The love and affection among us has only strengthened over years .Each one of us have gone thru so many personal turbulations but one thing which still bonds us is our friendship which comes out of trust and love . May god be kind to all of us in all times to come and may this friendship carry on for generations to come .
Three cheers to the Girinagara Gelayaru !!!!!!!
Snehada Kadalali payaniga nannamma!!!!!
Monday, November 3, 2008
Kumble - The Jumbo of Cricket
Cricket is a passion, religion in the country. I am not far behind in following the sport from childhood as many other youngsters would do.I say this because irrespective of this global economic crisis and the other things going around if you find a person irrespective of undergoing a crisis personally or professionally he would be glued to a television set to watch a game of cricket . There is a joke which all of you must have heard that once a person was on a verge of committing a suicide and did happen to hear a voice of commentary on cricket and apparently that happened to be a critical moment of the match .So the person actually got engrossed so much that he forgot his intentions or postponed the same.Such could be the effect of a cricket match .We can debate over the craziness for the sport and i am sure there would be many for and against but the point is that it is defintely a religion in our country.
Karnataka has produced some great cricketers like Chandrashekar, Vishwanath G.R., Brijesh Patel,Kirmani,Prasanna,Srinath, Dravid and Kumble in the international arena and some great ranji players like jayprakash, raghuram bhat, sudhakar rao, ranjit kanwilkar and others.They have been pillars in the game of cricket .With the announcement of the retirement of Anil Kumble we will miss the greatest spinner and a gentleman cricketer of modern cricket.He was a rare gem . He was well educated and he knew his mind well and was not involved in any controversies.His grit, passion and dedication was incomparable . Kudos Jumbo!!!! for all those memorable moments you have given . He was not a great spinner of the ball but the length and height he produced out of the red leather was amazing.As cricket player myself and following the sport i happened to watch Anil kumble in his younger days playing in national college grounds and one would have wondered who was this fast bowler as he was never a spinner that time . I remember a time when he was playing for RV engineering college and was selected for the India team and there was this big hue and cry from some of our relatives and friends over the decision to postpone the engineering exams but one cannot run away from the fact that cricket is a game which is a part and parcel of lives in India .
My memories of Kumble's greatest moments inorder would be the West indies test match where he came back and bowled after having a injured Jaw. The Titan cup Semifinal and final , the one day international in bangalore against Australia where srinath and he batted till the last to win the one day for India .His first hundred in Old Trafford. His win at Perth despite all odds.How can one forget his face expression for a misfield though he himself was not a great fielder . His angryness on himself on giving a four in the 22nd over of his spell.
I have watched many a matches in KSCA stadium in bangalore and everytime i see Kumble come down and practice before any match as though it was his first match .Such dedication, commitment talks tall about a fantastic cricketer.
Wishing Jumbo a great path ahead after international cricket .Our salute to a great champion cricketer our country has produced .
Karnataka has produced some great cricketers like Chandrashekar, Vishwanath G.R., Brijesh Patel,Kirmani,Prasanna,Srinath, Dravid and Kumble in the international arena and some great ranji players like jayprakash, raghuram bhat, sudhakar rao, ranjit kanwilkar and others.They have been pillars in the game of cricket .With the announcement of the retirement of Anil Kumble we will miss the greatest spinner and a gentleman cricketer of modern cricket.He was a rare gem . He was well educated and he knew his mind well and was not involved in any controversies.His grit, passion and dedication was incomparable . Kudos Jumbo!!!! for all those memorable moments you have given . He was not a great spinner of the ball but the length and height he produced out of the red leather was amazing.As cricket player myself and following the sport i happened to watch Anil kumble in his younger days playing in national college grounds and one would have wondered who was this fast bowler as he was never a spinner that time . I remember a time when he was playing for RV engineering college and was selected for the India team and there was this big hue and cry from some of our relatives and friends over the decision to postpone the engineering exams but one cannot run away from the fact that cricket is a game which is a part and parcel of lives in India .
My memories of Kumble's greatest moments inorder would be the West indies test match where he came back and bowled after having a injured Jaw. The Titan cup Semifinal and final , the one day international in bangalore against Australia where srinath and he batted till the last to win the one day for India .His first hundred in Old Trafford. His win at Perth despite all odds.How can one forget his face expression for a misfield though he himself was not a great fielder . His angryness on himself on giving a four in the 22nd over of his spell.
I have watched many a matches in KSCA stadium in bangalore and everytime i see Kumble come down and practice before any match as though it was his first match .Such dedication, commitment talks tall about a fantastic cricketer.
Wishing Jumbo a great path ahead after international cricket .Our salute to a great champion cricketer our country has produced .
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tamasoma Jyotirgamaya!!!!!!
Tamasoma Jyotirgamaya!!!!!! Let the Cloud of darkness fade away and open up to the bright light of sunshine in all our lives .Let Diwali bring happiness and joy in all our lives.
The world has been reeling under the economic crisis and for many it would have been a black diwali either by loosing jobs or money in the stock market. The corridor of uncertainty haunts all of us either one or the other way. As i write the anticipation and anxiety of what would happen is a question mark in my mind. As somebody said jokingly Eh Saat Din decide karege apna naseeb :) (like the Anil kapoor film Woh Saat din!!!).I am sure most of them across industry and particularly the IT sector is faced constantly with such dark questions for themselves.I believe there could be no simple answer to that but to enhance our skills and be prepared for the worst .I can see those worried faces like myself thinking about the commitments we have made and how we would repay them back. At these testing times of crisis the family plays an important role in our lives . The support , advice and the positive thinking of them would make us much stronger to lead a better life. This is recession cycle which occurs probably once in 6 or 7 yrs and i am sure good times is somewhere round the corner.Being positive lets pray and hope that the crisis subsides down at the earliest .
The other thing which irks my mind is about the current issue in Mumbai,when the world is going thru the recession and such turbulence what is happening in Mumbai is absolutely unpardonable and looks like a political mileage nothing else. A Commercial Capital of India should be open for anybody and everybody to come and work and boost the economy . I hope the concerned people realize that if the same thing had happened to them in USA... will they shout slogans and hit americans to give them a job or will these politicians bring them back to their country and provide jobs .I hope the hooligan elements in our country realize that our political system is making use of them for such rowdy acts and not for any better purpose . I hope they are led from darkness to light .
The world has been reeling under the economic crisis and for many it would have been a black diwali either by loosing jobs or money in the stock market. The corridor of uncertainty haunts all of us either one or the other way. As i write the anticipation and anxiety of what would happen is a question mark in my mind. As somebody said jokingly Eh Saat Din decide karege apna naseeb :) (like the Anil kapoor film Woh Saat din!!!).I am sure most of them across industry and particularly the IT sector is faced constantly with such dark questions for themselves.I believe there could be no simple answer to that but to enhance our skills and be prepared for the worst .I can see those worried faces like myself thinking about the commitments we have made and how we would repay them back. At these testing times of crisis the family plays an important role in our lives . The support , advice and the positive thinking of them would make us much stronger to lead a better life. This is recession cycle which occurs probably once in 6 or 7 yrs and i am sure good times is somewhere round the corner.Being positive lets pray and hope that the crisis subsides down at the earliest .
The other thing which irks my mind is about the current issue in Mumbai,when the world is going thru the recession and such turbulence what is happening in Mumbai is absolutely unpardonable and looks like a political mileage nothing else. A Commercial Capital of India should be open for anybody and everybody to come and work and boost the economy . I hope the concerned people realize that if the same thing had happened to them in USA... will they shout slogans and hit americans to give them a job or will these politicians bring them back to their country and provide jobs .I hope the hooligan elements in our country realize that our political system is making use of them for such rowdy acts and not for any better purpose . I hope they are led from darkness to light .
Friday, October 24, 2008
Belaku
As the festival of belaku( Diwali) is round the corner i hope the darkness inside is blown out and we have belaku in our lives externally and internally . In order to spread some happiness and love we went looking for belaku . This belaku shishu nivasa is a orphanage and destitute home for children in NR colony in Bangalore . I had traveled all my life on this road as i am a south banglorean and hadn't noticed it till one my good friends and family well wisher did inform me about the same. She promised me that this was one of those other orphanages where children were taken care well as good as a child in house.
On a Tuesday afternoon as i claimed the stairs of this house i saw racks of shoes kept neatly in the corridor of the house . I remembered my school days in Sandur Residential School where as boarders that we threw everything as soon as we came near our bed cupboard. The arrogance that our father sent money and it is meant to be spent and the ignorance of what the value of that money was unknown to me .As i look back today u wonder what blunders you made and the sacrifices that our parents made to give us good education and support to lead our lives and what lucky one's we were . There are thousands of people who are not as lucky as we were or rather shall i say are as we are still lucky today . As some great men said Life is a accumulation of bricks of experience , as you place it orderly strengthen with cement the wall becomes strong . Belaku is nothing but a collection of experiences inorder to filter and purify your inner thoughts to make u a equpped as a better person for the outside world .
I was greeted by a smiling face of the care taker/helper Nagarathna. I introduced myself and expressed my intentions to spend sometime withe the kids . As it was a day of my daughter who had turned one i had also taken her so that she doesn't do the same mistake as i did in my childhood.I wanted her to learn that giving is as good a experience than receiving.
As we went in to our surprise though being a weekday we could find all the kids watching a Dr.Rajkumar movie " Vasantha Geeta". As we greeted each other and sat with them i knew that i was disturbing thier movie time . Nagarathna volunteered to switch off the movie but we said no. i am sure our kids would not switch of the television even if some guest was there .
As they saw Tejal they had a glow , they all took her and started to play with her .They gave her a toy to play and she was all in smiles . As we went around the place we were amazed to see the neatness particularly the kitchen . Sometimes i wonder if all our kitchens can be so neat .
Mohan who has spearheading this organisation from the past 9years then met us returning from a late bath . He also spearheads a Vridhhashrama - a Home for the aged in JP nagar .A True person with service in mind . We spent some time knowing him and his inspiration behind belaku. We had taken some sweets and some materials for the kids which we gave him and then spent the rest one hour with children .Some happened to be orphans and some had only mother's.
Most of the kids were well behaved and nurtured with care. They were alll put into different schools . Some of them are studying Std V, VI, only one was in I Std . If i remember lakshmi. As we were talking to them there was a circle formed around Tejal making her to play with them .She was enjoying thoroughly and so were they . After spending a hour when we got up to return back i told in my mind that this should not be a yearly affair. We need to come here and experience belaku and spread across the love and affection . These children need that. As the lunch time and thier sleep time was nearing we rose to leave .
I promised nagarthna and Mohan that i would visit them regularly .As i carried Tejal back from them i could see the resistance of her not willing to leave them then i heard a voice from manjunath saying "Ram Ram". I knew these was said when one leaves the home . I also said "ram ram" and as i walked back thanking mohan and the kids i wondered how many in our houses even do namaste when somebody comes in to the house .The values constitute so much in our lives . As i boarded my car i could see the a glow , a belaku in our hearts and mind . It gave us satisfaction and contentment in us .
Incase somebody happens to read my blog at any point i would recommend people to visit
Belaku Shishu nivasa
opp to BMsri hall ,
NR Colony .
and spread across the love and affection thur kind or cash.
Belagali belaku namma nimma matu elara jeevanadalli!!!!
On a Tuesday afternoon as i claimed the stairs of this house i saw racks of shoes kept neatly in the corridor of the house . I remembered my school days in Sandur Residential School where as boarders that we threw everything as soon as we came near our bed cupboard. The arrogance that our father sent money and it is meant to be spent and the ignorance of what the value of that money was unknown to me .As i look back today u wonder what blunders you made and the sacrifices that our parents made to give us good education and support to lead our lives and what lucky one's we were . There are thousands of people who are not as lucky as we were or rather shall i say are as we are still lucky today . As some great men said Life is a accumulation of bricks of experience , as you place it orderly strengthen with cement the wall becomes strong . Belaku is nothing but a collection of experiences inorder to filter and purify your inner thoughts to make u a equpped as a better person for the outside world .
I was greeted by a smiling face of the care taker/helper Nagarathna. I introduced myself and expressed my intentions to spend sometime withe the kids . As it was a day of my daughter who had turned one i had also taken her so that she doesn't do the same mistake as i did in my childhood.I wanted her to learn that giving is as good a experience than receiving.
As we went in to our surprise though being a weekday we could find all the kids watching a Dr.Rajkumar movie " Vasantha Geeta". As we greeted each other and sat with them i knew that i was disturbing thier movie time . Nagarathna volunteered to switch off the movie but we said no. i am sure our kids would not switch of the television even if some guest was there .
As they saw Tejal they had a glow , they all took her and started to play with her .They gave her a toy to play and she was all in smiles . As we went around the place we were amazed to see the neatness particularly the kitchen . Sometimes i wonder if all our kitchens can be so neat .
Mohan who has spearheading this organisation from the past 9years then met us returning from a late bath . He also spearheads a Vridhhashrama - a Home for the aged in JP nagar .A True person with service in mind . We spent some time knowing him and his inspiration behind belaku. We had taken some sweets and some materials for the kids which we gave him and then spent the rest one hour with children .Some happened to be orphans and some had only mother's.
Most of the kids were well behaved and nurtured with care. They were alll put into different schools . Some of them are studying Std V, VI, only one was in I Std . If i remember lakshmi. As we were talking to them there was a circle formed around Tejal making her to play with them .She was enjoying thoroughly and so were they . After spending a hour when we got up to return back i told in my mind that this should not be a yearly affair. We need to come here and experience belaku and spread across the love and affection . These children need that. As the lunch time and thier sleep time was nearing we rose to leave .
I promised nagarthna and Mohan that i would visit them regularly .As i carried Tejal back from them i could see the resistance of her not willing to leave them then i heard a voice from manjunath saying "Ram Ram". I knew these was said when one leaves the home . I also said "ram ram" and as i walked back thanking mohan and the kids i wondered how many in our houses even do namaste when somebody comes in to the house .The values constitute so much in our lives . As i boarded my car i could see the a glow , a belaku in our hearts and mind . It gave us satisfaction and contentment in us .
Incase somebody happens to read my blog at any point i would recommend people to visit
Belaku Shishu nivasa
opp to BMsri hall ,
NR Colony .
and spread across the love and affection thur kind or cash.
Belagali belaku namma nimma matu elara jeevanadalli!!!!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Birthday: Just a celebration or a Significant day with contentment
As Tejal's first year birthday drew near both me and vidya faced constant questions ."What is the plans?"How will be the celebrations .I started to introspect does a birthday mean only celebration or just an another day in the passing of time in life or a significant day with contentment. Though i have attended many birthday functions of my friends and have had sumptuous lunch.I always wondered "Why do u need to do " .It sometimes appeared as flaunting of status, or to blindly follow a kind of norm set by another person or family or to ensure u are with the times which i don't agree with.
We were constantly bitten by the fact that people would like to heap their choices on us without even thinking twice as to what we aspired to do .Though me and family always believed that we need to teach and follow a precedence of true values and upbringing for our children in this fast age of modernization . Celebration to us was not flaunting of status or a symbol of prestige .I have always believed that a stretch of both palms of your hand can denote two meanings.One it denotes seeking a helping hand . Second it denotes expressing a helping hand . I believe the second is more meaningful.
A birthday celebrated would be more significant with contentment when one wishes to stretch his palms out to help others.
We were constantly bitten by the fact that people would like to heap their choices on us without even thinking twice as to what we aspired to do .Though me and family always believed that we need to teach and follow a precedence of true values and upbringing for our children in this fast age of modernization . Celebration to us was not flaunting of status or a symbol of prestige .I have always believed that a stretch of both palms of your hand can denote two meanings.One it denotes seeking a helping hand . Second it denotes expressing a helping hand . I believe the second is more meaningful.
A birthday celebrated would be more significant with contentment when one wishes to stretch his palms out to help others.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
An other day or a special sunday
As the Red ball of fire set itself to rise on a chilly morning with the birds chirping and the watchman cleaning the corridors of my apartment rather noisily i rose from bed from a sleepless night the previous day. As i rose and turned thru the newspaper that morning i realised that i need to leave at the earliest from home . I quickly got ready and started my jouney . As i was driving my mind was preoccupied with all thoughts as to what would happen, is everything well . As i entered the gates to park my vehicle I prayed and hoped god is kind to us . I crossed my heart in front of mother mary wishing me good luck for the day which had been my routine for the last 2 days.
As i set in to the big lobby and climed up the stairs and saw people scattered everywhere my heart started to beat fast .I reached the hall and saw anxious people . Each of them engrossed in thier conversions contemplating what would be the result. As the day progressed the time was nearing. I could see happyfaces congragulating each other and anxious faces expecting to be happy in time to come .As the time drew near i pray silently and could hear some who prayed and walked .I spoke to some and spoke my heart out to ooze out the fear in me.
As time passed by a Lady in her 40's walked by and directed a group of assistants and we could see the arrangements being done in a hurry . I knew the time was coming near .As the words Jai Amba Bavani, Om Sai Ram poured out of my mouth and the one's near me ,the work had already started and by the time i could end my prayer around 2.10pm ..... 14th Oct on a sunday afternoon .I saw the lady... seemed like the boss once again emerging out of the room holding something in the style of a vegetable and calling me . She patted around the same once , twice and then said " Look at your father " and said to me.. you are the proud father of a princess when i realised that my prayers were answered . My face blushed when i saw my wife also withe my princess come back to the labour ward hale and healthy. I forgot the sleepless previous night the anxiety and prayed and thanked the Almighty for his kindness. I could see smiling faces ,exchanges of congrats and relief. The sparkiling eyes of the new entrant into our lives .....our princess made the day and moment very special.
As my thoughts and mind wandered back on the same day exactly after a year i wondered was it just an other day or a special day in our lives . It was indeed a Special Sunday .Some moments and people light our lives for a new beginning.
As i set in to the big lobby and climed up the stairs and saw people scattered everywhere my heart started to beat fast .I reached the hall and saw anxious people . Each of them engrossed in thier conversions contemplating what would be the result. As the day progressed the time was nearing. I could see happyfaces congragulating each other and anxious faces expecting to be happy in time to come .As the time drew near i pray silently and could hear some who prayed and walked .I spoke to some and spoke my heart out to ooze out the fear in me.
As time passed by a Lady in her 40's walked by and directed a group of assistants and we could see the arrangements being done in a hurry . I knew the time was coming near .As the words Jai Amba Bavani, Om Sai Ram poured out of my mouth and the one's near me ,the work had already started and by the time i could end my prayer around 2.10pm ..... 14th Oct on a sunday afternoon .I saw the lady... seemed like the boss once again emerging out of the room holding something in the style of a vegetable and calling me . She patted around the same once , twice and then said " Look at your father " and said to me.. you are the proud father of a princess when i realised that my prayers were answered . My face blushed when i saw my wife also withe my princess come back to the labour ward hale and healthy. I forgot the sleepless previous night the anxiety and prayed and thanked the Almighty for his kindness. I could see smiling faces ,exchanges of congrats and relief. The sparkiling eyes of the new entrant into our lives .....our princess made the day and moment very special.
As my thoughts and mind wandered back on the same day exactly after a year i wondered was it just an other day or a special day in our lives . It was indeed a Special Sunday .Some moments and people light our lives for a new beginning.
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