Wednesday, November 16, 2016

My Jug(s) - Some things cannot be controlled

It was the month of December, Christmas Time, and I and my friends got together to enjoy each moment with joy and excitement. We had our holidays and hence there was a lot of time for preparation. On December, I and my best friend Michael were busy purchasing goodie bags, decorations, candles and toys for the Christmas tree and our other friends were busy in collecting money from our neighbors for the celebration. It was such a joyful moment for us as we were having a Christmas party for the first time in our house. We never had a party before as it was too small but this time my friends had agreed to celebrate it in our house and enjoy ourselves.

I and Michael had come home after spending almost 6 hours outside, buying different items, I was too drained out and tired. I rushed to the kitchen table along with Michael and we started taking out the vessels and serving ourselves. We were eating at such a speed that our friends were literally shocked seeing us feel so hungry and we asked them not to disturb us while eating. I began over eating due to the tiredness and then drank a glass of water to digest the food.

My friends then asked us to help them in cleaning the house as they had got no time to do it. It was just 5 days left for the party and hence I and Michael got to work soon and I started wiping all the furniture while Michael and the others started cleaning the floors. I took a stool to clean the fans and started feeling uneasy due to the food that had not been digested yet. It was feeling like gas collected in my stomach but still I felt that as I work, I would digest the food. It did not happen the way I had thought about it and out came the gas in the form of a loud noise. Hearing it, the cloth from my hand just slipped and Michael and my other friends stared at me with a sign of shock on their faces. I closed my eyes in embarrassment and they all burst out laughing. They kept laughing till I got down from the stool and ran inside the kitchen to have Eno and Michael followed me in. He kept his hand on my shoulder and tried to console me saying that it happens, it happens very often when we cannot control the Fart. I just puked out my water when he said that and the others again started laughing. I told them to stop but they did not. Instead, they started taking out noises and I pretended to shout and cry to make them stop. It was then when they all came near me, along with Michael, and we shared a big hug. I too couldn’t stop myself and I joined the laughter gang.

The entire day was spent laughing over that incident and though it was highly embarrassing, I remember it as the most joyful moment of my life. Michael and my other friends are the Jug of my life and today Michael is no more with us. I miss him every time Christmas arrives and we pray for him together. Miss you Michael!

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Saturday, November 5, 2016

Dear Zindagi - A ray of hope to live

Dear Zindagi,

                        I have already told you how you’ve made me experience such beautiful phases in my life and here I want to discuss some personal experiences when people have felt that you don’t hold any importance for them and have become a burden for them. It’s not a story about people who are unknown but these have been my near and dear ones.

                        Suicides…This term itself makes us feel depressed and we do not even like to talk about it. We never discuss these cases with our family members and we never even expect any of our family members to think about such a thing ever but this crime cannot be ignored or avoided.

                        If I check the suicide stats, there are cases recorded every 40 seconds which means that out of 1,00,000 people, 16 people commit suicide. This is saddening to hear but it does happen. Every case has something to say and we feel that these things can never happen to our families. However, we need to speak out our minds to our closed ones to make them realize what we feel about life, what we feel about zindagi and discuss these basic things.

                        There are so many people who criticize those who kill them selves as it’s the most easiest step to take but we should consider those reasons that have made them take such a drastic step. We need to hear their story and that’s what I did when my close relative shared her story with me. She told me that she has been through hell all her life and how she had lost trust in the term LIFE. It had become a burden for her as she had not only been ill treated by her parents and in laws, but her husband had too been rude to her and used to physically abuse her since she got married. She told me how to she went through so much pain all alone and she also tried to take her own life when she was expecting since 3 months. She went to the tracks to take her life but as she walked to the railway track, her inner voice stopped her from proceeding and this inner voice came from her stomach. The unborn baby called her back and asked her to not take away its life as it had not even seen the real world and experienced life. This was a purpose that she had got to continue her life and she came back and walked to survive for her child. She restored her belief in you and the reason was the new life that was dependent on hers.

                        There are many cases where people who lose hope in you (in life) come back and those steps that they take to come back to life are the ones that make them strong to live and it gives them a reason to live. We all must have experienced this in our life and must have felt depressed at times (may the reasons be lost love, unemployment, health-related issues or personal problems) and some people stand strong through these issues while some just lose hope and give up. Giving up does not mean they are weak but it’s the purpose of living that has been taken away from them.

                        Zindagi, through this letter, I wish and pray that people do not lose hope in you and you give that purpose to them so that they too trust you. I hope you can give it to them so that there are no more suicides that take place.

-          Richard

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Phases of my Life - Dear Zindagi

Dear Zindagi,

                        Watching the trailer of Dear Zindagi movie has made me run through so many thoughts and memories of my life and it feels nostalgic to feel how you have made me overcome my difficulties and made me strong all these years. Talking about the various stages of you, I will quickly rush you through those important moments and make you feel what I’ve felt all these years…

As a child…

The small Richard in me is still alive and it can never die as I’ve captured those moments in the form of photographs and videos that I’ve managed to take. As a child, I’ve always thought of you as a beautiful feeling. I can’t see you but you are present with me as a friend, as a parent, as a flower, as a present, as a pet and every form of you has been the most amazing feeling for me. You were present near me and life is something I just learned about but being immature, I could not understand what it actually means.

As a teenager…

As a teenager, I became serious about you as I had lost both my parents. Living you along made me realize that I need to learn many things now and I can’t just let you pass by. I studied hard and never got to experience my college life at all. Those 7-8 years just passed and I never had any happy moment in my life except for the result day where I got to know that I completed my graduation.

As a brother…

I did not ever experience how it was like being a son as my parents died when I was 6 and 12 but I learned how to experience you as a brother. My elder sister treated me like her son and I was by then a responsible working man and brother and you were too with me to guide me through every step I take. I was alone but being a brother was the best feeling as you know what are your responsibilities and living life alone teaches you to cope up with difficulties as well.

As a husband…
Being a husband made me experience you in a new and unique way. My wife has been a big support system for me and this phase did change my perspective towards you. I was not so much serious about my life earlier as I was alone and my sister was married and happily settled but now my wife had made me live for myself and her and start a family. I

As a father…
Entering the new phase of fatherhood and brining a new life into this world made me again realize that life which I always considered so complicated and serious was so beautiful too. My world was my family, my children and these moments that I spent with my kids have been the best ever moments in my life. Life goes and life comes back too and I saw my life in my kids.

These were the important phases of you, Zindagi, and I want to thank you for all that you’ve given me till today.

-          Richard

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