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Ek umeed ka daaman thame hue hai, ek door se bana rakha hai umeed ko zindgi ke saath.
Kya Nahi ho Sakta umeed ke Saath? Umeed hogi, josh Hoga, Junoon Hoga, Kuch kargujarne ki chaahat aur badhege.
Kitne ja chuke hai kabr me na-umeede liye, mitti naseeb hue magar chahaat ke mohaz rahe.
Umeed akale he kaafi nahi, ye ek chingari hai. Umeed ke sang hausla, mehnat bhi zaroori hai. Umeed ka diya janlne de, mehnat karte hai aur age badhe.
A few people never say No. The reason might be love, respect, or don’t want others to get sad. Some do not want to close the connection or relationship.
It has more negatives than positives. The person is still expecting that something will come in his favor when the reality is a clear NO.
What you do will be learning for your kids. The way you act, behave and treat them and people around you.
Sayings like: monkey see monkey do or charity begins at home exists for these reasons.
As a parent, your virtues and vice will leave an impact on your kids, so be very aware of your actions. You are setting an example for the next generation.
The same even applies at corporate: if a manager is not delivering to potential and slacking off, employees will follow the same.
There is a chain reaction or snowball effect, whatever you like calling it. But be a good example for people around you: as a parent or a leader. It will make the world a better place.
Samete za rahe hai yadoo ko is sehar se hum. Khusio se bhari ye chand lamho ko, liye za rahe hai saath hum. Ban zainge ye yaddain hamare, simte rahenge ge dil ke sirhanome hamare.
Zindgi ki zadozahad me, paiso ki aise numyeesh hai lage ki riste bhi uske ird/gird se ho gaye hai.
Kya din the wo, bematlab, matmaule bachpean ke jab dosti numaiyeesh ki mohtaaz nahi the.
Ek umeed liye jiye ja rahe hai zindgi ko, na-umeede me zate to ho zate fana. Itne chote se is zindgi me kyun khicataani kiye chale zate hai hum khud he khud me?
Apne parchaiye, apne aahat se kyun iss kadar hue zate hai ruswa hum ki auroo ke tukree ke aasiyano ki zarurat aa parte hai hame.
Kuch kho gaye, kuch ruswa ho gaye, ho gaye kuch kaidee auroo ki yadoo me. Aur chand kuch zite gaye zindgi ko apne marzi se, mast aur madmast hue.
When you have decided to take a particular decision, you are in a man with a hammer syndrome. You will find all reason to nail blame.
Our life is too short; everyone is connected via the 6th degree of separation. This attitude does more harm to ourselves than others.
Our rationality goes for a toss. We are on subjective projection, and emotions rule over rationality.
I was reading a WSJ article on the death of Tony Hsieh, founder of Zappos. It makes me wonder how someone with all the achievements and accumulation had so much emptiness within. The article cites drug usage, alcohol consumption, and other methods Tony was experimenting with himself.
How much wealth or professional success matters when we are broken? What was Tony’s emptiness?
RIP Tony!
I have learned in the hard way of my 35+ years life journey: build relationships. I still screwup in many instances. I am still learning. I do have some friends, mentors who are around me, kicking me and cheering for me. If you don’t have one: better to spend your time on it instead of running after money. Self does not care about your bank deposits but the emptiness within yourself.
I want to become an IAS officer, said Mahesh.
A tall, healthy fellow wearing thick glasses welcomed me as I picked my Uber from the airport. I was returning from an early morning connecting flight from Mumbai.
Mahesh is from western Karnataka and studying a bachelor’s in history from correspondence. He asked me where I am from: I said Bihar, and he spoke about Magadh, Chandragupta, and Buddha. It was my history 101 about Bihar, which I loved. I was happily surprised as, for the first time, someone did not say bad things about Bihar.
Mahesh: Are you married?
Me: No
Mahesh: Why?
Me: Ladki bhag Gaye (Girl, ran away)
We both giggled for a few minutes afterward.
Mahesh came to Bangalore to earn his living and study. In the early days of the cab aggregators gold rush, one of the drivers from his village made a lot of money. The guy owns 30 cabs now and employs all the drivers from his home. He provides them food, shelter, and a salary of 15000 monthly.
Mahesh said he is preparing for his IAS exams. That is why he took arts and particularly history. Another reason is seeing the glorious past of our country. I have never seen anyone as proud as Mahesh. Was our past so glorious or written by the winners?
Our cab crossed Lalbagh, and Mahesh stopped for a tea and lit a cigarette. He has been on 14 hours of duty and was feeling drowsy.
Mahesh asked for my phone number, which I shared. I am waiting for his call to give me the news about clearing the UPSC exam. It has been two years now.
Come during day time, don’t take the late-night train, my maasi looked worried as she uttered this. She lives in a village which is 3 km from the nearby railway station. Summers in Bihar are painful because of heat, mosquitoes, power cuts.
I was done with my class 8th exams and had 60 days of holiday. I decided to see my maasi for a few weeks. They have mango orchards on many acres and nobody to eat. Maasi daughters were married and, their son was working in the metro. She lived with mausaji, who was a hermit.
Childhood makes you a rebel and, you would find pleasure in doing things seniors tell you not to do. I had my dinner at home and told mummy about visiting maasi. I promised her I would take the early morning train, not the night one. I was at the platform along with cows, dogs, mosquitoes, beggars, and an obese colony of rats.
Train running late has been a common occurrence. The 9 pm train was arriving at 11 pm. A train would stop at every village, thanks to frequent chain pulls. The two hours journey became three hours. It was pitch dark at the station. The only person carrying Laltan must have been the person on station duty. I should have stayed at the station and headed to maasi’s village in the morning, but I did not.
The night was dark, and crickets were playing orchestra. Once in a while, the foxes would howl too. After crossing the pipal tree and pokher (pond), I felt someone was following me. I stopped and looked back, and there was no one. I was shit scared and started reciting Hanuman Chalisa and thinking seriously if this was the reason why maasi asked me to come during day time.
Lady: Khaini hai kya beta? (Do you have some tobacco, son?)
Me: Aree amma, itne Raat Gaye khaine kahe khaoge? (Why do you need tobacco at this late?)
Lady: Kaini hai kya beta?
Me: Nahi hai.
I woke up with a dog licking my face and a swollen head. Was it coconut falling on my head, or someone hit me? I have no clue, but I realized I was in an unconscious state.
Maasi: Why so early? What train did you take? You could have come in the afternoon.
Me: Yeps.
I was too scared to tell her or anyone else about this incident so far. Thinking about that night still scares me.
I can’t live with your parents, said Nandini.
Ishan and Nandini got married after seven years of courtship. The intercaste marriage took a lot of convincing from both sides. Ishan met Nandini during their bachelor’s degree. Both work at consulting now and are financially settled.
Nandini’s great grandfather fought with Britishers during the Champaran movement. Her family is one of the wealthiest in Bihar, which ensured she gets the best of everything.
Ishan’s father retired from the army and settled in Gurgaon for over a decade. They are from Rohtak.
After six months of marriage, Nandini proposed to Ishan that they should move out. A pampered mama’s boy Ishan was clueless about what transpired this all.
Nandini: We can live on our own. I feel like living in a cage with a constant vigil.
Ishan: My parents are forward-thinking. You are making baseless accusations.
Nandini left for two weeks client visit abroad and was in limited communication with Ishan. It was the darkest patch of Ishan’s life.
The advantage of being a mama’s boy is that you can honestly share everything with your mother. He told mom his pain and cried.
A mother is a woman and knows, went through the same, got an apartment rented for them both, got a house key to Ishan. Nandini: Where are you taking me?
Ishan: To our house.
Nandini: You have lost your way. Are you sober?
After 45 minutes drive from the airport, they entered one of the townships. Nandini was sure that Ishan has lost. Did he just get fired or fought with his parents? On the 12th floor, Lakeview Ishan’s mother opened the door with Diya/aarti in her hand.
Ishan’s mother hugged Nandini and whispered, I am a woman before a mother. I respect your independence. Do visit us on Sunday’s for brunch. Nandini was speechless.
Nandini and Ishan had a son last year. It made Sunday’s more fun-filled for their ailing parents.
PS: It seldom happens in India. 🙂