The Saga of In the Name of Honor and Chowringhee

Life, as we all know, is full of ups, downs, success and failures and we humans make sure that we lament over our periodical failures over certain things and curse the creator for having created such horrendous miseries for us. I too, until some time ago, was no exception. With a recurring reminder of my true survival in this world, life has made me traverse through different spheres. Mostly it had been kind enough to shower its blessings over me, but at the same time, like the very strict schoolteacher punished me to realize my mistakes, and made me look like a failure in front of the world. Nagging over petty miseries, today I manage to earn a fairly handsome salary, indulge in luxuries by my own but I still find reasons to say that life has not been kind to me.

During my everyday lamenting session about something or the other, I came across two powerful novels. These novels, I had heard about but it was the last Saturday when I bought them not knowing that they have the power to influence me and to make me realize that life is about surviving and resisting the desolation and about learning to be happy at our own conditions. “In the Name of Honor” by Mukhtaran Mai and “Chowringhee” by Sankar. Both these novels have something in common. They unanimously speak out the stories of real life characters, who at one point of their lives were just like us but it was their power to fight over their miseries, their decision to not to make a farce of the miseries, is what made them heroes to many and inspirations to people like me. Both these novels are tremendously powerful, mark my words “powerful”. They have an appeal of their own when they describe the torment that human lives, in some corner of this fertile earth, had gone through. While reading “Chowringhee”, which is originally a Bengali book and got translated into many languages, the only thing that I promised myself was to learn not to nag, not to grieve over my petty miseries, which now I realize are anything but miseries. Both these masterpieces can only influence people. However, one might say that why should I read about the miseries of others when my life is full of miseries. They will break me. No, my words to all those would be that try to read them once and see the power that these pages have in them. You will lose nothing; you will not break but will learn to live life. Life is undoubtedly, about achieving, it is about achieving to make ourselves smile at our miseries and keep our heads high to tell the world that no one is a born loser and it is in our hands to change our fates and to make the impossible, possible.

All you people reading my blog (I do not really know how many will read), must have had bitter experiences in your lives and some bitter experiences are probably waiting for your intervention. However, trust my words, just hold any of these two books or if you are generous to yourself, both the books that talk about real people, you will be able to feel the strength in you to fight your grievances. You will learn to wash away your grief and your misfortune, with the tears that you will have while reading the books and come out to be a stronger person. Today when I am penning this blog, I never knew that I could speak of strength. Well people who know me well, know that I am aggressive, however, these two books taught me that along with aggression I do need to face the miseries with a smile on my face and learn to realize that the grass is not always greener on the other side.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Standing a year short of almost spending two and a half decades on this ever-changing earth, I realized where I stand today. Two days back when I was celebrating, apparently with just one friend, birthday just did not seem to be the same. Apparently this time I was somewhat not really too eager about my birthday. Well I still do not know why I was’nt but somehow it seemed that another birthday adds on responsibilities, more composedness and what not.

Ironically enough, the same day, that is my birthday, I landed up at Dilli Haat, where this thing for the new leader for India was going on. Trust me this added on to my quest of finding the real reason of my survival. This entire thing seemed to be so fake. When inside the place people where trying promote about this entire leadership thing and trying to evoke patriotism among people, a poor, street side kid was being badly behaved with by the guard because he had managed to close the entrance gate while playing. The kid tried hard to run away and while doing that he fell and hurt himself, but did not complain. I too witnessed that and walked away. It did leave an imprint on my mind, the imprint says that today also, we need to evoke patriotism; we need to make people realize that we are lagging behind.

I guess a leader is not made to born he just takes his own birth. We all are low profiled human beings, but somewhere or the other we have a leader, a hero hidden in us. At least I realized it, this small but eye-opening incident made me realize that I should also fight for my rights and fight the odd, the wrong. Patriotism is not all about shouting out your country’s name, it is about realizing that you stay in a country that can do a lot, in fact, you can also contribute in her prosperity. Gifts are not just material, they can be anything, only you will have to realize that it is a gift. So, happy birthday to me.

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY

Happy Independence Day........but paradoxically even on the 60th year of India's Independence barely do we realize the real meaning of independence.....15th August 1947 India acheived her independence...but anyhow today also we are as dependent on small things as we were dependent on an entire nation sixty years ago. Back in my room when I was struggling to find out for a way to pass my time on this independence day, I felt like a prisoner tied up i my room. Thats when I realized how much my life is dependent on my friends, on my offic work and on the trivial things that I do on a regular basis to spend the 24 hours of my each day.

Sad enough, however, this one particular day of this year tuaght me that we are an independent nation and I am an independent individual....and I am the one who has to independently lead and live my life...so why be dependent on my friends, my work and the small, trivial gossips to pass my time....so HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY to ME..............

finally it's friday?

finally it's friday and i just can't wait to get back home....rather my room..that's only mine....sad enough saturdays and sundays just fly away and trust me i can't wait to enjoy these two days...but where is the enjoyment left now...life seems to be so monotonous....same old office....same work.....same getting back home....and then the same boring life....life is just not happening..rather life seems to be so lonely...with so much loneliness to fight with i somehow feel it's better to come to office and work and chat with your friends and enjoy life...saturday and sundays seem to be so long and so boring with nothing to do but to crib about the loneliness.........so i miss home and miss being with my friends and family...oh those were the days...but i guess we need to grow and i guess everyone faces this stage in life...so finally it's friday......

old memories

old memories just cant be earased...it' s so strange that at times you just tend to forget so many people you once knew.......you just dont realize but i don't know wat to call this.....tat at time's you might just bang into them and dont know how to react. a month back i went to a shop n i did'nt know why i went there....when all of a sudden i just came across this friend of mine after 7 yrs.......this was the heights...when i met her i knew the reason why i landed up in the shop....this was strange but felt so nice...that nice warm hug of two friends who met after so long...oh it felt so nice....life's large but the world is a small place to be in...you just don't know wats waiting for you