all human being are the same.so are their actions.actions that are not born out of fear ,desperation and need....but those that are ACTS OF COURAGE...
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
The reluctant hero.
It so happened .. It was many years ago that a family waited
for the return ferry to take them back to Mumbai ,then Bombay.
They had spent the day exploring the Elephanta caves.
It had been a day full of laughter and happiness.
Tiring but fun.
The daughter of the family stood a bit apart..
the mother and son together as they looked back at the day.
Suddenly out of nowhere ..a big sturdy ferocious looking bull
charged..and went straight for the girl staring fascinated at
the sea..lost in her thoughts.
As suddenly her father ran to catch the bull by the very horns.
Everything hung in balance for the heartbeat of
that interminable minute.
And the bull was forced to change direction.
Everyone was safe..specially that little girl..
Courage.
goodbye :lyrics and chords: Airsupply
And i know how hard you try
You deserve to have so much more
I can feel your heart and i sympathize
And i'll never criticize all you've ever meant to my life
(chorus)
F#m-Bm-Em-A
I don't want to let you down
I don't want to lead you on
I don't want to hold you back
From where you might belong
( D-F#m-Bm-G-A7)
You would never ask me why
My heart is so disguised
I just can't live a lie anymore
I would rather hurt myself
Than to ever make you cry
There's nothing left to say but good-bye
( D-F#m-Bm-G-A7 )
You deserve the chance at the kind of love
I'm not sure i'm worthy of
Losing you is painful to me
( D-F#m-Bm-G-A7 )
(chorus) you would never ask me why
My heart is so disguised
I just can't live a lie anymore
I would rather hurt myself
Than to ever make you cry
There's nothing left to try
Though it's gonna hurt us both
There's no other way than to say good-bye
at 12:34 PM

Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Don't you hit her.
This is not my story
She would forgive him and carry on.It was now a pattern.
She knew it wasn't right.She knew she should fight.
But she thought continuously of her old and aging
parents who were content that she was a married woman.
She lived .Lonely.Broken .Alone.Conceived.Delivered a child.
When she held her baby in her arms,she felt emotion ..
after a long while ,she felt alive.
Things improved for a while but returned to normal.
Normal meant brutal and violent.Counselling
was out of question.Psychiatric help a dirty phrase.
She was alone in this...all alone.
Once while she attended a call from a colleague ,
the baby began to cry.He picked her up,
the defenseless child and began to shake in
a violent jealous rage,ready to throw her.
Don't you hit her,a scream tore through her mind.
She knew..tomorrow she will walk out...
Divorce.A good word in a bad marriage.Courage

Friday, April 22, 2011
an evening in sonmarg
Memory of an evening..Sonmarg,2010.
I had sat down
by a lonely shepherd
in the lush pastures
of sonmarg
under the shadow of
the Thajwas glacier.
He did not say much.
However , i still remember all he said..

It is beautiful..this valley,my home.But it is not easy to live here.
We fight with the elements,it is a tough ride all the way to summer.
And our children,they suffer for there is no school for them ,no college,
no education...our life is uncertain for there is no peace here.
Our home,this valley..we love it..
it has beauty but it has no peace.
What is beauty without peace?
We do not know if our children would live
to see the coming season
or will be stolen away by all the forces here.To face
each day...we do not know how we face one day
after the other..his voice broke shattering
the silence in to a million pieces..
Terrorism and counter terrorism..i understood.
Courage

That night the moon was full and i have probably never
seen anything more beautiful then moonlight in Sonmarg.
Was there peace...i do not recall if i slept that night...
Thursday, April 21, 2011
solitary cell and freedom

Born 16th September 1908, Shahpur, Tahala- Etah, U.P.,s/o Kunwar Devi Singh.

Saturday, April 16, 2011
Who are the Fukushima 50?
entually. The men's brief messages home have been chilling in their beautiful simplicity and frankness: "Please continue to live well," one of the 50 wrote in an e-mail to his wife. "I cannot come home for a while." Courage!Friday, April 15, 2011
Eco-logical ....essentially.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
The girl who grew up to fly.

This is a true story.
This is not my story but mine , perhaps, to tell.
This is about this young woman pilot...who said that it was not about her
but about being part of a team...who said it was about people...
real people who were suffering who were stranded ..
and who deserved to get home.
Libya,2011,strife and trouble and common people caught into the crossfire.
Women and children stranded in the middle of nowhere with not a hope of
getting home.
This is about the glimmer of hope brought to those in distress by this
young woman pilot and similarly minded team of pilots and aircrew
who flew a remarkably long distance to bring them back home.
Rescue Operations for Indians from Libya were continuing and till now
about nine thousands people been brought to India from Libya.
Special flights are being provided from Tripoli,Sebha and from also
Tunisia to bring Indians to their native.Hundreds of peoples came via Dubai .
Chartered flights also been provided from Tunisia to recover the Indians.
The Operation which is known as "Operation Safe Homecoming" began
to evacuate the Indians from Libya.Its been in news that many Indians
are also trying to escape by road to Egypt ,those people been helped by
the Indians official to stay in Cairo and booked flights for them to come
home safely.
The Kingfisher Airlines decided to provide Air crafts to bring people to India.
As this young woman pilot said...
it was about the first smile the rescued children smiled..
Courage!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
The story of Ray
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
candle in the wind

inferno
Chhampa was alone at home.Home meant a tenement of dried grass ,unbaked bricks and whatever material came to hand.
a child by age ,an adult by responsibility..she would do all housework ,take care of her younger sister and wait for her parents to come home,both casual labourers.
Probably her life was very tough but she was too busy to have realised it.
While she was out gathering wood for the earthen oven or chulha,she happened to turn back and look back.The sight scorched her eyes.The kaccha hut that was home was in flames.In the arms of those flames was her baby sister,just seven months old.
Neither did she hesitate ,nor think twice.
All thoughts rushed to the little girl inside...and this little girl rushed in ...from the safe outside to the heart of this inferno..
Chhampa rushed into her burning hut to rescue her seven month-old sister. She died trying to save her sibling, who could not escape the fire either.
Courage!
Chhampa was the recipient of the president's bravery award on the republic day..posthumously.
say...hello!
Shall i call him Brian and get on with my story...a real story.
Brian is smart and intelligent.
Yet he had never done what is called public speaking.
So he said...
Can i do it?
i am nervous ,oh so nervous,what if say something that should not be said,what if i say nothing,just freeze,the questions attacked him from all sides.
Never has one seen such meticulous organisation,such amazing hard work and such clarity of thought....such a war mounted to vanquish the enemy..
Public speaking is a brave thing ...always.But this time it was even a braver thing as this teenager fought against his very own personal hesitations and mind blocks .He understood that he had travelled a long distance and lost the sense of his true self.From that day he began the journey that he was to undertake to begin his own winning journey and all that he had was his live-wire self.Brian took the first step .He walked to the podium and conducted the complete programme flawlessly...single handed.
He simply picked up the mic and spoke.....his first hello to his new self!
Courage!


