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They have succeeded today




They have succeeded today

They did it today that had never happened before,They have succeeded today and maybe to last for tomorrow.

Never did the ghost of darkness haunted, nor did the ghouls that wailed,
Never did the horror of the tales affected, nor did the bad dreams prevailed.

The Tsunami that swapped thousands from the coast,
Was so impassive and untouched to me.
The cracks in the land that swallowed lives and money,
Remained unbothered, and at a distance of the sea.

Never for the innocent beings, did a drop of tear ran down,
Who were lost amidst the rubbles, yet their corpses never found.
Never was I shaken by the pain of those who were set ablaze,
On the wheels of disaster, that ran on tracks of maze.

The floods always seemed harmless,as it did no bad to me,
Though, it killed a plenty andreturned back to its serenity.
The explosions and blasts, to me, were aliens far away,
The slaughtering and killing never crossed my way.

 But today they have achieved victory in disguise,
For that has never risen before, my fear is about to rise.


Yes, today I am scared of being one among those thousands,
Who did nothing to be battered, yet were killed by cruel hands.

Yes, today I scared as I am yet to achieve a lot in life,
Be a good human, a leader, a mother and a wife.

Yes, today I scared for my life has just begun,
And I do not want to collapse, before finishing the run.

They say, they have terminated those who has molested the calm and peace of the city,
But the truth remains, that from the layers of rocks beneath has raised the beast of anxiety.

Yes, today they really did it that had never happened before,
They have succeeded today and maybe to last for a hundred tomorrows.

(pic courtesy: google)



 







Posted in Feelings.

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By anu sinha – November 29, 2008


THE HEARBEATS

 THE HEARBEATS

 

Intro: She is a God's gift, how can He take her away, when she is become the most important part of everybody's lives can he???

 

Story

One week and Apurva will turn five. My God! Years fly like butterfly. My little princess is smiling in her dreams. But Golu, the brat can't stop being curious on why is Apurva being over-pampered by all. The 11-year old mind puked his list of queries before Mom, as the three of us were lying on the bed.

Well, Apu is youngest child, perhaps that's the reason, what I had presumed, but destiny had another cheerless story hidden in its arms which unfolded that dark night.

"Your younger sister was born with a hole in her heart."

…Hole in the heart the abrupt words and unexpected reply struck me as if a big black stone thrown in the still water. "Don't worry dear, doctor aunty had said it will be fine after she completes her five years of age and tomorrow we are going for her check-up. Things will be fine." Mom's hand consoling his forehead.

My God! Something never thought, only heard of. Something so dreadful to be witnessed so .so close by.

Sleep, no longer willing to meet my eyes now. Silent tears soaked themselves in the pillow.

           

Still, so clearly I can see the first time I held her tender body in my scared hands. It was my first opportunity, as far as I can recollect, when I was allowed to touch a new born little cherub-like figure. It was my first chance to admire so closely a round face, soft cheeks, red little nose, tiny lips and teeny ears. The innocent eyes opened and closed again and she yawned. The minute movements from her lips, couldn't have gone unnoticed by me, which communicated with me, yes they said actually asked me, 'here I am in this new world with you won't you take care of me?'

Her growing up days witnessed plethora of excitement. The stout & healthy girl has now started singing her nursery rhymes. She was emerging as an all-rounder, exceptionally excellent in everything. Her learning and grasping skills has no doubt amazed one and all, but also her ever-friendly and helping nature has immensely impressed all. Her enthusiasm to participate in each and every thing she comes across was simply unbelievable for us.

A cheerful child, always happy; happy with my old & broken toys, also. Demanding not at all and not even priggish. She is not the kind of child who throws tantrums for all. She always keeps herself occupied with her dolls, some of my old plastic ornaments and a stuffed doggy, under a big table which she calls as her home. When she accidentally broke my only Barbie doll, which I admired and loved the most (actually, until she arrived in my life), I couldn't yell at her, assuming I have a real beautiful doll now.

Yes, the long-haired doll was truly a God's gift. So wise and unbiased her decisions, thoughts and words were! It was her innocent and unprejudiced deeds that made us familiar with Dad's smile and that he also has a softer side. Well, where will you find a tot who knows how to handle things no matter however difficult they seem to be. Whenever she found any of the family members in a blue mood, she would unexpectedly come and naively ask, "What happen did Papa/anybody shout at you?", as if she had the solutions for all our problems. Actually she did, with her soothing curve which always compelled people to smile. Smile that appeared from her clear and truthful heart.

Her heart why why why only my little angel why? He can't be so rude to me.

I closed my eyes and for the first time in my 13 years and said some prayers persistently

 

I said my prayers and opened my eyes and found my young athlete amidst the big ground, all set for her inter-school finals. Sun rays brilliantly defining her well shaped body. Her perky pony-tail frisking left-right. The new pair of sports shoes smartly fits on her feet. Her strong thighs and muscled legs, the asset of every sportsperson, symbolises all the strength she has stored within. Her mature body language often disguises my colleagues as that of a college student, which indeed gives me a hard time convincing them that she has just entered her teens now.

There, she waves hand in response to her schoolmates or should I say, fans, who are cheering for their school's SPORTS PREFECT (CAPTAIN). They are as sure as I am that she'll make it again this time. Next year, she'll be considered for District level. Well even if she doesn't, she has added even feathers in her cap, by also winning medals in shot-put, tennis and not to forget dance too, that too at the age of thirteen years now. Quite enough to make us all proud!

 

Alright …there she's posing for her final race eh ok take a deep breathe, dear. I can see the winning smile on your tanned face. I can smell your confidence. I can hear listen your heartbeats.

Posted in Story.

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By anu sinha – July 1, 2007


The Hospital Window

 



Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn’t hear the band - he could see it. In his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.”

Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
Today is a gift, that’s why it is called the present

Posted in Story.

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By anu sinha – January 30, 2007


India: A Reason to Smile

God was in the process of creating the universe. And he was explaining his subordinates……..

"Look everything should be in balance. For example, after every 10 deer there should be a lion.

 

Look here my fellow angels; here is the country of the United States. I have blessed them with prosperity and money. But at the same time I have given them insecurity and tension….

 

And here is Africa. I have given them beautiful nature. But at the same time, I have given them climatic extremes….

 

And here is South America. I have given them lots of forests. But at the same time, I have given them lesser land so that they would have to cut off the forests…

 

So you see, everything should be in balance."

 

One of the angels asked… "God, which is this extremely beautiful country here?"

 

God said…….

"Ahah…that is the crown piece of all. INDIA, my most precious creation. It has understanding and friendly people. Sparkling streams, serene mountains. A culture which speaks of the great tradition that they live! Technologically brilliant and with a heart of gold…..

 

The angel was quite surprised "But god you said everything should be in balance."

God replied - "Look at the neighbours, I gave them."

 

 !!!!!Vande Mataram!!!!!

Posted in My Country.

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By anu sinha – January 24, 2007


GOOD THOUGHTS

GOOD THOUGHTS
(again, some body hared it with me and so I am sharing it with you)

 

Before you think of saying an unkind word

Think of someone who can’t speak

 

Before you complain about the taste of your food

Think of someone who has nothing to eat

 

Before you complain about your husband or wife

Think of someone who’s crying out to God for a companion

 

Today before you complain about life

Think of someone who went too early to heaven

 

Before you complain about your children

Think of someone who desires children but they’re barren

 

Before you argue about your dirty house; someone didn’t clean or sweep

Think of the people who are living in the streets

 

Before whining about the distance you drive

Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet

 

And when you are tired and complain about your job

Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.

 

But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another

Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker

 

And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down

Put a smile on your face and thank God you’re alive and still around.

 

Life is a gift of GOD.

LIVE it….      ENJOY it……    CELEBRATE it………   AND FULFILL it……………

Posted in Thoughts.

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By anu sinha – January 8, 2007


Beauty and Love

Beauty and Love
(a beautiful story, somebody shared with me n I wanna share it with u)

“Can I see my baby?” the happy new mother asked. When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.

Time proved that the baby’s hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother’s arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heart breaks. He blurted out the tragedy. “A boy, a big boy…called me a freak.”

He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. “You might mingle with other young people,” his mother reproved him, but felt tenderness in her heart.

The boy’s father had a session with the family physician. Could nothing be done? “I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured” the doctor decided. Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man.

Two years went by. Then, “You are going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it’s a secret” said the father.

The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs. Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. “But I must know!” he urged his father. “Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him.” “I do not believe you could,” said the father, “but the agreement was that you are not to know…not yet.”

The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come… one of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother’s casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal… that the mother had no outer ears.

“Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut,” he whispered gently, “and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful, did they?”

Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what can be seen, but what cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what is done but not known.

 

Posted in Story.

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By anu sinha – January 6, 2007


Relation with a song

Hi
There's something which I just can't resist to put down on my blog page now, its about the connection between me and the song ‘ O pape pyaar karke pachtaya…’(Pyaar ke side effects) It might sound strange but this song and I share a strange relationship. Initially I wasn’t so impressed by it, it was just like any other pop (or rap or whatever you call it…) song for me. Slowly and gradually my ears started enjoying it. Almost everyday I had to encounter it. Early in the morning (thanks to FM in the car) when dad used to drop me to my workplace or when that was not possible then in the evenings after I bought my radio-wala cell (frm my hard earnings) this song never missed me. Now you must be thinking what crap is this girl writing about……right?

 

The thing is that those were the days when I was going through the toughest phase in my entire 21 years……….. MY FIRST BREAK-OFF (hopefully the last one also). Well it's actually very painful when you were deeply n seriously involved in it. Oh! Anyways………….. (Back on my track). Suddenly I realised that this song has a more faithful and caring attitude towards me I mean when he didn't bother to call me back it was this song that made me smile and this continued for all those days when I just missed him and longed to speak to him. In the (not so) chilly and lonely evenings waiting for his call (I couldn't call up, as he was busy as usual) I used to switch on the radio Fm only to find the same song being played. I smiled and started loving it.

Later one day when I didn't had this opportunity to listen to any radio channels; it didn't leave me even then. Suddenly I heard the same song on television and smiled.

 

On my Bday, when I was again thinking about him and whether he will be bothered to wish me or not, again there appeared the same reason to smile the same song.

 

The most surprising aspect is that I always get to hear this only song whenever I find myself amidst unhappy thoughts of his.

 

This is how I developed a beautiful relation with a song (which although didn't work out well with a human being also). I just love it.

Posted in Feelings.

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By anu sinha – January 5, 2007


I’ll Miss You

I'll Miss you all! (Fiction )

 

The orangish ' red sun rise in the early morning; the music of the tiny little creatures getting ready to fly out to work; the sweet smell of my blossoming pink rose; the dancing green trees; the cool breeze that sings when it feels my window Oh! I am going to miss you all. It's taking me away from you. I do not want to leave you, but it's taking me away. It's AIDS!

 

Five months back, the first time I got my Blood tested and things turned out as they were never expected to. Since that day, I have received multiples of mixed reactions. The very first reaction was from me. 'Oh shit, I am a still a virgin, right?' the first thing my mind questioned me, when I heard the doctor giving the four-lettered conclusion to my life. Well this is how, we usually think, (let's face it).  How glad I felt, after donating Blood for the first time, as anybody else would after acting generously. It was a contented feeling then to have helped someone. But unknowingly the instrument utilized, the syringe, left behind this dreadful virus in me giving me a new name, HIV positive. I had heard about this earlier that some voracious people re-pack and re-sell the thrown away syringes in the market. Could they risk somebody's life just for some money? Yes, they have already endangered my existence, preparing my death bed.

 

Death . so untimely! I have just completed 21years of my life and there's so much to do. I still have to get married. Experience the bliss of motherhood. My career has just bloomed. Wish I could have seen my career soaring! How can I die so early, when I have so many accomplishments to achieve? Why is my life ceasing so soon when I have just started with it?

 

Mom always preached me that 'do good to others, God will be good to you'. Also, I have always believed and followed that 'if I am right to others they will not be wrong to me'. Then why .. Me? For me, my glass is neither half-empty nor half-filled. It is always full, if half with water then the remaining with air. Perhaps, HE is short of kind and lovely people like me up there! Ah, I am prepared for anything now truly anything.

 

Just one disgusting word was enough to change my entire life and others reactions & behavior towards me. Many new instances came across me, for the first time.

 

Another most awful incident of my life was to break this news to my friends. Obviously, no one in their worst dreams would have ever thought of this. When I told my best friend about it, she instantly pulled her hand back which was holding my arm softly till the four-worded monster scared her. I smiled dryly but my heart ached. She knew I wasn't lying. I could have never done that. We sat looking at each other for quiet some time and she just walked off. Yeah! My best friend, but, don't know why, I wasn't shaken at all. Somewhere, I was expecting it. Later that night she called me up and we talked for more than an hour. And yes for the first time she didn't worry about her prepaid balance. Now that surprised me!   

 

When I broke this terrible news to him, he for the first time slapped me, so hard. But it didn't hurt me at all. The agony within me was much more than that on my face. Both of us broke into tears. He kissed my forehead and hugged me like never before, holding me very tight in his muscular arms, as if never letting me go away from him. I too, for the first time felt so protective and secured. It was then I realized that he loves me so much and doesn't want to lose me at any cost. The entire evening neither of us talked, just listened to each others heartbeats.

    

The D-day was nearing and nothing else but my family's cheerless appearance made me realize that again and again. Now this was something that made me feel uneasy. For at least first two months, every time I looked at mom, her moist eyes made me go dull and dad's drained tone made me feel more exhausted. Perhaps later they become conscious and started behaving normally. My mom who keeps on chanting some prayers every now and then is suffering more than me. My dad who is in anguish every minute has conversed with every doctor possible and 'jyotishi maharajs' also. I know that sounds silly, but he just did not wanted to leave any stone unturned. They both just make me feel so precious. 

 

I always knew it but never realized that everybody loves a lot and I am so important for them. Love exists all around me! Who would ever want to leave all this and go? I do not wish to go away. I am not sure if an equal amount of affection, warmth and care will exist up there. I want to be with them, my mom, my dad, my friends, my love and my people down here. But I know now nothing on the earth can stop me now. I'll have to go, and I know they all will miss me a lot. And I'll miss them too.

 

It's taking me away. I do not want to, but it's taking me away

 

 

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By anu sinha – January 4, 2007


Untitled

Well there’s a first time for everything!  first day of school, first crush, first day in college, first true love, first (fianl) break-off . some first time4rs are exciting  while others are not. They just come along and initially do not know how to tackle them (especially break-off). This is the first time I m blogging ( and not copy-pasting like my earlier blog) and I am not sure  what am I blogging. Perhaps after 5-10 days , I may not find this relevent or meaningful at all. Perhaps anybody reading it will not understand the head and tail of it, but I just feel like doing it and so I am here punching the keys from the board.
Its really nice that there is something called as a blogging site where one can just write anything and feel relieved, jus like me. Great now it feels much-much better……………..bye.
 

Posted in First experience.

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By anu sinha – December 30, 2006


Discovering Love

DISCOVERING LOVE

 

Once a young lad with innocent eyes,

Posed me a question with a sweet smile.

"What is the most beautiful thing in this world?"

Were the few little words he shyly uttered.

LOVE ' I replied, without giving the query a thought.

Difficult question! No it was not.

"And where does it exit?" he asked with a gaze.

Leading me to an endless thoughtful maze.

To answer such a question how difficult it was,

Yet I gathered words and said after a long pause.

"In a father's pat,

And a mother's touch.

In a sister's words,

And a brother's hug.

Arms of a friend when he consoles you.

And times when strangers lend us help too."

With a contented heart I thanked the child and said,

"Had it not been for your doubt, you see

I would have never discovered that

Love exists all around you and me."

         

Posted in Love.

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By anu sinha – December 21, 2006