He wanted to tell me that he is in love with me. Why did I stop him? Am I so ashamed that it might be true? The feeling at that moment was.....
“I don’t know what frightens me more,
The power that crushes us or our endless abilty to endure it”
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To make sure none followed where you led
I used my hair to cover our tracks.
Sun set on the island of our bed
Night rose
Eating echoes
And we were beached there, in tangles of flicker,
Candles whispering at our driftwood backs.
Your eyes above me
Afraid of the promises I might keep
Regretting the truth we did say
Less than the lie we didn’t,
I went deep, I went deep,
To fight the past for you.
Now we both know
Sorrows are the seeds of loving.
Now we both know I will live and
I will die for this love.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
INDIAN TOILET - laugh ya heart out
In the days when you couldn't count on a public toilet facility, an
English woman was planning a trip to India . She was registered to
stay in a small guest house owned by the local Schoolmaster.
She was concerned as to whether the guest house contained a WC..
In England , a bathroom is commonly
called a WC which stands for 'Water Closet'.
She wrote to the schoolmaster
inquiring of the facilities about the WC.
The school master, not fluent in English, asked the local priest if he
knew the meaning of WC.. Together they pondered possible meanings of
the letters and concluded that the lady wanted to know if there was a
'WaysideChurch' near the house . . . a bathroom never entered their
minds.
So the schoolmaster wrote the following reply:
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Dear Madam,
I take great pleasure in informing you that the WC is located 9 miles
from the house.
It is located in the middle of a grove of pine trees, surrounded by
lovely grounds. It is capable of holding 229 people and is open on
Sundays and Thursdays.
As there are many people expected in the summer months, I suggest you
arrive early. There is, however, plenty of standing room.
This is an unfortunate situation especially if you are in the habit
of going regularly.
It may be of some interest to you that my daughter was married in the
WC, as it was there, that she met her husband. It was a wonderful event.
There were 10 people in every seat. It was wonderful to see the
expressions on their faces. We can take photos in different angle.
My wife, sadly, has been ill and unable to go recently. It has been
almost a year since she went last, which pains her greatly.
You will be pleased to know that many people bring their lunch and
make a day of it. Others prefer to wait till the last minute and
arrive just in time. I would recommend your ladyship plan to go on a
Thursday as there is an organ accompaniment. The acoustics are
excellent and even the most delicate sounds can be heard everywhere.
The newest addition is a bell which rings every time a person enters.
We are holding a bazaar to provide plush seats for all, since many feel it
is long needed.
I look forward to escorting you there myself and seating you in a
place where you can be seen by all.
With deepest regards,
The Schoolmaster
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The Woman fainted reading the reply.......and she never visited India !!!
English woman was planning a trip to India . She was registered to
stay in a small guest house owned by the local Schoolmaster.
She was concerned as to whether the guest house contained a WC..
In England , a bathroom is commonly
called a WC which stands for 'Water Closet'.
She wrote to the schoolmaster
inquiring of the facilities about the WC.
The school master, not fluent in English, asked the local priest if he
knew the meaning of WC.. Together they pondered possible meanings of
the letters and concluded that the lady wanted to know if there was a
'WaysideChurch' near the house . . . a bathroom never entered their
minds.
So the schoolmaster wrote the following reply:
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Dear Madam,
I take great pleasure in informing you that the WC is located 9 miles
from the house.
It is located in the middle of a grove of pine trees, surrounded by
lovely grounds. It is capable of holding 229 people and is open on
Sundays and Thursdays.
As there are many people expected in the summer months, I suggest you
arrive early. There is, however, plenty of standing room.
This is an unfortunate situation especially if you are in the habit
of going regularly.
It may be of some interest to you that my daughter was married in the
WC, as it was there, that she met her husband. It was a wonderful event.
There were 10 people in every seat. It was wonderful to see the
expressions on their faces. We can take photos in different angle.
My wife, sadly, has been ill and unable to go recently. It has been
almost a year since she went last, which pains her greatly.
You will be pleased to know that many people bring their lunch and
make a day of it. Others prefer to wait till the last minute and
arrive just in time. I would recommend your ladyship plan to go on a
Thursday as there is an organ accompaniment. The acoustics are
excellent and even the most delicate sounds can be heard everywhere.
The newest addition is a bell which rings every time a person enters.
We are holding a bazaar to provide plush seats for all, since many feel it
is long needed.
I look forward to escorting you there myself and seating you in a
place where you can be seen by all.
With deepest regards,
The Schoolmaster
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Woman fainted reading the reply.......and she never visited India !!!
Saturday, January 15, 2011
"ITZ OVER"
What had happened? I could not know. I did not know.
May be my words had hurt her more harshly than they had were
intended for. In response, she was nodding her head from side to side,
sitting back with her folded legs, hands on her lap and eyes closed.
I watched her as she broke into tears which started rolling down from
her eyes.
The tears rolled out, slipping from her closed eyelids like so many
beads on a prayer chain.
Some women cry easily. Her tears fell as gently as fragrant rain drops
in a sun-shower. Leaving her face clean and almost radiant.
Some women cry hard, and all the loveliness in them collapses in the
agony of the pain they feel. She was the one of that them. There was
terrible anguish written in the rivulets of those tears and the torment
that caressed her face.
She sobbed in utter silence. Her mouth opened and then closed
soundlessly. A pearl of sweat trickled from her temple across the
folded wing of her cheek.
More sweat stippled from her upper lip, dissolving into the tears.
And with an effort of will that clenched her jaws and set her body
trembling, she swept her hands over her face and slowly her crying
ceased.
She was still.
One hand reached out to touch me and finally rested on my thigh. She
was staring into my eyes, I wasn't sure as she is asking me something or
wanted to tell.
She was breathing deeply, quickly. Now her green eyes (whom I love
the most in her) were almost black in the dark.
I didn't understand anything (I never understood and I never will). For a
moment she quietly rested her face against my chest.
I put my hands on her shoulders, supporting her and easing her away
from me.
When finally... she uttered these words "It’s over”
P.S : thanks Shubhi (shubhda chaudhary) for helping me edit this article.
May be my words had hurt her more harshly than they had were
intended for. In response, she was nodding her head from side to side,
sitting back with her folded legs, hands on her lap and eyes closed.
I watched her as she broke into tears which started rolling down from
her eyes.
The tears rolled out, slipping from her closed eyelids like so many
beads on a prayer chain.
Some women cry easily. Her tears fell as gently as fragrant rain drops
in a sun-shower. Leaving her face clean and almost radiant.
Some women cry hard, and all the loveliness in them collapses in the
agony of the pain they feel. She was the one of that them. There was
terrible anguish written in the rivulets of those tears and the torment
that caressed her face.
She sobbed in utter silence. Her mouth opened and then closed
soundlessly. A pearl of sweat trickled from her temple across the
folded wing of her cheek.
More sweat stippled from her upper lip, dissolving into the tears.
And with an effort of will that clenched her jaws and set her body
trembling, she swept her hands over her face and slowly her crying
ceased.
She was still.
One hand reached out to touch me and finally rested on my thigh. She
was staring into my eyes, I wasn't sure as she is asking me something or
wanted to tell.
She was breathing deeply, quickly. Now her green eyes (whom I love
the most in her) were almost black in the dark.
I didn't understand anything (I never understood and I never will). For a
moment she quietly rested her face against my chest.
I put my hands on her shoulders, supporting her and easing her away
from me.
When finally... she uttered these words "It’s over”
P.S : thanks Shubhi (shubhda chaudhary) for helping me edit this article.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
This is how you should propose your girlfriend...
"I LOVE YOU" I said when we were alone again. 'I loved the first day, infact the first second I saw you. I think I've loved you for as long as theres' been love in the world. I love your voice, your face, your eyes, your hands. I love everything you do, and I love the way you do everything. It feels like magic when you touch me. I love the way your mind works, and the things you say. And even though its' all true, all that, I don't really understand it, and I can'texplain it "to you or to myself or anybody else existing in this world". I just love you. I just love you with all my heart. You do what God should do - you give me a reason to live. You give me a reason to love the world I live in'
Monday, November 15, 2010
Changed...
I'm not able to explain my love to her or anyone else, including myself. I never believed Love in first sight until it happened to me.Then when it did happen it was as if every atom in my body changed, somehow as if i'd become charged with light and heat. It's just different "forever" just for the sight of her.And the love I've in my heart seem to drag the rest of my life behind it, from that very moment. I hear her voice in every lovely sound the wind wrapps around me. I see her face in brillant mirrored flares of my memory every day, every night. Sometime I think of her, the hunger to touch her,to kiss her....
Monday, November 8, 2010
hmmm...
We were silent again, staring at each other instead of the view. Her eyes were reef-green, flecked with gold, and they shone with the luminious intensity that's usually a sign of suffering or intelligence, or both. a clean wind stirred her shoulder-length hair - very dark hair, the same black-brown as her eyebrows and long lashes. Her lips were fine, unpainted pink, parted to reveal the tip of her tounge between even, white teeth. She leaned against the windowless frame with her arms folded. The tides of the breeze rippled through the loose silk of her blouse, revealing and concealing her figure...
Monday, May 3, 2010
MY VISIT TO "SATHI"
“Life in the streets is the outcome of [a] perverse combination of factors: the situation at home becoming too unbearable and the appeal and freedom found in the streets becoming too enticing to be ignored.”
A 12 year old boy named Anjaneya was observed roaming aimlessly in Hubli railway station. When asked for the reason, answer was I’ve come to my sisters’ place and waiting for my brother-in-law to pick me. After a time gap of an hour, asked again, the answer came to be “my father scolds for no reason all the time, so have run away from hostel”. He was taken to shelter of SATHI (Society for Association To cHIldern in difficult situation) counseled, got in touch with his parents (also counseled them) and finally homeplaced.
Hundreds of children like Anjaneya run away from homes every day. The reason could be as trivial as playing truant from school or even romanticizing the journey like the movies to ‘make it big in the city’ and only in few cases the reason could be as grave as physical abuse or extreme poverty.
Some of these runaways hop into trains to flee, mindless of the dangers lurking in the platforms and the streets.
Soon they adapt to their surroundings; often after being pushed around before being accepted in the ‘gang.’ They may even find a source of income through scavenging sweeping or begging. The vagaries of platform life suck them into a vortex and they succumb to addiction, disease and criminal influences. The platform becomes their home.
The platform child never grows up…..he just ages……
There is a misnomer that the platform children are either abandoned or from wrecked homes. This may not be true. Most of the children flee from home without a thought and cannot retract their actions either because of no money or fear or some are even lost. Parents often are desperately searching for the ‘lost’ child. There is no one more vulnerable than a lost child and no one more distraught than its parents. Hence, SATHI attempts to re-unite the runaway child with his family. “There is no place like home” is the fundamental belief of SATHI (Society for Assistance to Children in Difficult Situation).
SATHI’s outreach staffs are present on the platform. They persuade and convince the children on the platform to come to the shelter. The staffs counsel the child. If the child agrees to go back home, SATHI traces his parents, calls the parents to shelter, counsels the parents and reunites the family. This ‘home placement’ is SATHI’s core focus. The joyful reunion of the child and the family restores SATHI’s faith repatriating the children. The Railway police, the Railway officers, the vendors on platform, the state police, NGOs, Child lines, Child welfare committees and many people help SATHI in rescuing these children and saving them from the dangers of street life.
MY VISIT TO “SATHI”
May/03/2010
Reported to Siddu (Team Leader, Sathi) at 0900hrs. My task for today was to visit HUBLI railway station and look for runaway kids on platforms, talk to them and get them to shelter, where we would counsel them.
At 1000hrs reached HUBLI railway station looking for runaway kids on platforms and was accompanied by Muttu and Girija (Street Educators, Sathi). It was around 1130hrs, we saw 3kids roaming aimlessly on the platforms.
Waited for them to settle down and when they did, as told I started a casual conversation with the kids like asking for his name; place etc in soft and friendly manner. To extract information from them was bit difficult, as they were not ready to speak. Repeated questioning made them answer and were runaway kids from home. Convinced them to come with us to the shelter where they will be provided with food and shelter and also with the provided information, will intimate their parents to get them back home and join the family.
On may/04/2010, they will be counseled by Siddu (TL), if information given by the kids is correct, we will reach their parents counsel them and the kid will be sent back home to join the family.
SATHI believes that the children belong to families. Runaway children must be rescued, counseled and re-united with their respective families.
SATHI staff is present on the railway platform from 5:00am to 11pm generally. If there are more children on any particular platform, the staff works 24 hours. Staff scours the entire platform.
Sometimes the staff takes the help of RPF (Railway Protection Force), GRP (Government Railway Police), local passengers, coolies, and older children to convince the child. The staff uses techniques like: taking the child to a restaurant, giving him medical aid if required, peer pressure, etc. in order to convince children who are reluctant to come to shelter. It is difficult to get kids who are highly addicted.
A 12 year old boy named Anjaneya was observed roaming aimlessly in Hubli railway station. When asked for the reason, answer was I’ve come to my sisters’ place and waiting for my brother-in-law to pick me. After a time gap of an hour, asked again, the answer came to be “my father scolds for no reason all the time, so have run away from hostel”. He was taken to shelter of SATHI (Society for Association To cHIldern in difficult situation) counseled, got in touch with his parents (also counseled them) and finally homeplaced.
Hundreds of children like Anjaneya run away from homes every day. The reason could be as trivial as playing truant from school or even romanticizing the journey like the movies to ‘make it big in the city’ and only in few cases the reason could be as grave as physical abuse or extreme poverty.
Some of these runaways hop into trains to flee, mindless of the dangers lurking in the platforms and the streets.
Soon they adapt to their surroundings; often after being pushed around before being accepted in the ‘gang.’ They may even find a source of income through scavenging sweeping or begging. The vagaries of platform life suck them into a vortex and they succumb to addiction, disease and criminal influences. The platform becomes their home.
The platform child never grows up…..he just ages……
There is a misnomer that the platform children are either abandoned or from wrecked homes. This may not be true. Most of the children flee from home without a thought and cannot retract their actions either because of no money or fear or some are even lost. Parents often are desperately searching for the ‘lost’ child. There is no one more vulnerable than a lost child and no one more distraught than its parents. Hence, SATHI attempts to re-unite the runaway child with his family. “There is no place like home” is the fundamental belief of SATHI (Society for Assistance to Children in Difficult Situation).
SATHI’s outreach staffs are present on the platform. They persuade and convince the children on the platform to come to the shelter. The staffs counsel the child. If the child agrees to go back home, SATHI traces his parents, calls the parents to shelter, counsels the parents and reunites the family. This ‘home placement’ is SATHI’s core focus. The joyful reunion of the child and the family restores SATHI’s faith repatriating the children. The Railway police, the Railway officers, the vendors on platform, the state police, NGOs, Child lines, Child welfare committees and many people help SATHI in rescuing these children and saving them from the dangers of street life.
MY VISIT TO “SATHI”
May/03/2010
Reported to Siddu (Team Leader, Sathi) at 0900hrs. My task for today was to visit HUBLI railway station and look for runaway kids on platforms, talk to them and get them to shelter, where we would counsel them.
At 1000hrs reached HUBLI railway station looking for runaway kids on platforms and was accompanied by Muttu and Girija (Street Educators, Sathi). It was around 1130hrs, we saw 3kids roaming aimlessly on the platforms.
Waited for them to settle down and when they did, as told I started a casual conversation with the kids like asking for his name; place etc in soft and friendly manner. To extract information from them was bit difficult, as they were not ready to speak. Repeated questioning made them answer and were runaway kids from home. Convinced them to come with us to the shelter where they will be provided with food and shelter and also with the provided information, will intimate their parents to get them back home and join the family.
Girija talking to a runaway kid
On may/04/2010, they will be counseled by Siddu (TL), if information given by the kids is correct, we will reach their parents counsel them and the kid will be sent back home to join the family.
SATHI believes that the children belong to families. Runaway children must be rescued, counseled and re-united with their respective families.
SATHI staff is present on the railway platform from 5:00am to 11pm generally. If there are more children on any particular platform, the staff works 24 hours. Staff scours the entire platform.
Sometimes the staff takes the help of RPF (Railway Protection Force), GRP (Government Railway Police), local passengers, coolies, and older children to convince the child. The staff uses techniques like: taking the child to a restaurant, giving him medical aid if required, peer pressure, etc. in order to convince children who are reluctant to come to shelter. It is difficult to get kids who are highly addicted.
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