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Jan 17, 2012

Love And Be Loved

Love is life. This is one feeling which everyone must  experience atleast once in life .And the best part of love is ,this is something that everyone can afford to feel be it rich or poor .Everyone gets a taste of love in their own sweet way. I too have experienced it. I see love in the smallest of the things .Its not always necessary that love means physical love .It can be purely emotional ;it can be between two friends ,two animals etc etc.Love is the most noble feeling ever known.

Some of the things In which I see  love:
Love is when I was born and my mother wept
Love is when my parents left me for office and I wept
Love is when I used to study late nights and my parents used to check whether am sleeping
Love is when I used to be a ranker and my dad just placed his hand over my head without a word from him.
Love is when I bowed down to them for their blessings during exams
Love Is when my parents wait for me to reach home till date.
Love is when my mum calls up during a busy day to know what I ate.
Love is when my mom feeds me even today just because am getting late
Love is when I wait endlessly for that one special person to message and my X2-01 vibrates.
Love is when I wait for the day to end to have the conversation with the special one
Love is when you talk to hundred people of the opposite sex but still get the awesome feeling only with that special person.
Love is when you are fast asleep after a hard day’s work and  someone just puts a warm blanket on you just to make u feel comfy
Love is when I cook terribly and someone says “It’s yummy”
Love is when you are reaching home late and your friend texts you “Reached?”
Love is when someone tells you your imperfections is what makes you special.
Love is when someone lets you have the bigger share of the pie because you so so want it.
Love is when we both smile at each other and think of forgetting the last night fight.
Love is when someone hugs you and tells you were missed the most.
Love is when your sister cleans up your entire wardrobe no matter how many times you leave it messy.
Love is when no matter how many new friends you make, and you still miss someone.
Love is when someone’s boring talks too sound interesting
Love is when that one special message lightens up your mood.
Love is when you get Good morning’s and Good nights from your closest buddies.
Love is when you act stupid and still someone says, ’Go ahead am there with you”
Love is when we both sit silently andstill understand everything
Love is when I see a dumb and deaf couple interacting beautifully ,where I struggle to make people understand with my speech.
Love is when a special needs child does something out of the box and is happy to see their parents smiling.
Love is when your pet refuses to eat something when you are not around.
Love is when your cat refuses to sleep anywhere but on your stomach.
Love is when I wake up in the morning and the first thing I do is to check out my Nokia –X201(my closest buddy who knows my share of secrets) for the one special message .
Love is when I look the worst and still some one texts “you are beautiful”
Love is when I see an old couple spending time with each other.
Love is when you wait for that special person to reach home even when u stay across the oceans.
Love is when someone tells you , you have it in you even when the entire world goes on criticizing you.
Love is when someone says you mean the world to them.
Love is when someone says you are missed the most.
Love is when someone says they look forward to your messages and calls  .
Love is when someone says you are one of a kind and awesome at that.                              
Love is when you keep a gift hidden under your dad’s suitcase and wait to watch his excitement hiding behind the door.
Love for me is all of these .These smaller joys of life  keep me sane.I love the smallest things of my life. They make my life worth living. Everyone needs a hug ,a pat including your pets at the end of the day. Love Is something that can only be felt and not described or shared. Most of the time we ignore the small joys of life for the expensive ones like having coffee with your sweetheart in your balcony rather than the CCD’s ;having a romantic dinner with your wife at your place rather than being in the crowded expensive hotels, playing with your dog, telling your close ones what they mean to you once in a while etc etc.Being loved makes me happy happier happiest. Like someone has rightly said
There is only one happiness in life—to love and be loved

Jan 16, 2012

Miracles- Do they happen?

You don’t believe in miracles until they happen to you.

Buzz buzz went my mobile phone. The phone hadn’t stopped ringing right from the morning. And my Nokia – X201  has been my only companion through ups and downs right from the day I brought it home. We were expecting some kind of bad news that day. We were in a dilemma as to what should be the step taken .We all were having sleepless nights right from the day we got the news my uncle had been admitted to the Cancer Unit at Wockhardt hospital.
Flashback: 3 months back ,after complaining of irritation in the throat area for a long time; my uncle was diagnosed with cancer ; cancer around the diaphragm region. The entire family was shocked. We prayed that the news be wrong.But then the medical reports had arrived and it was all in front of us. It took time to sink in that someone hale and hearty was all of a sudden diagnosed with the killer disease .We all were restless but the only person who kept his calm and cool was my uncle. He seemed quite normal about it. He left like usual to his office the next day leaving all of us baffled. He visited his doctor regularly and would also get admitted for his chemotherapy sessions too. And then would again regain his office routine. He got his younger daughter married all when he knew that he was diagnosed with the last stage cancer. Everytime he got admitted to the hospital he used to come back with a  vengeance and a better progress report.All through these months ,we had seen in him the will power to live his life to the fullest, to see his grand kids and to be back to normal. Whenever I met him in hospital I could see In him the power to fight back. He taught me a lesson which I would never forget all my life ,the value of LIFE.
Last month, again my phone buzzed ,I was in the office when my mum called up to say that my uncle had been admitted with a clot in the brain and that he had fainted back at home. He was admitted and doctors had refused to work on his clot because he was a cancer patient and it was critical working on him. The doctors had given up hope and started administering medicines hoping something would work out. Two days he was unconscious without any improvement. The doctors gave up on him .He was put on a ventilator. The family prayed for a miracle.

And the prayers were answered. Third day he regained consciousness and the doctors could see him responding to the medicines. He had started talking .Doctors had marked him out of danger and the clot was reduced in size with the help of medicines. Doctors said this was nothing short of a miracle. Coming back to life and with the clot all reduced, was a miracle indeed. Being on death bed and then being granted life is a MIRACLE
 I had paid him a visit a week later and I didn’t know how to initiate the conversation. I simply asked him,” How are you?” And he said am fine and asked me “How are the others”. Then again silence fell. I stood there waiting and looking at him and keeping my phone for once away from me. Millions of thoughts ran through my mind.I didn’t know whom to thank for this. I wondered there are so many people who commit suicide when faced with  problems and hurdles and then there was this man who had faced death twice{ once when he realized he had Cancer(Cancer patients die a death hundred times fatal than the actual death when they go through the chemotherapy sessions and radiations) and when he slipped into unconsciousness } and still wants to live this badly .He still says he’s fine when he knows he’s all hollow from within. It’s the spirit that kept him going and is still keeping him alive. He taught me the value of life. He taught me how precious life is.Everytime I think I am fed up of this and that,I think of him and then realize your problem is nothing as compared to what he has been going through.
For all those who are fed up of their problems and wants to take the leap off the 18th and 20th floor, there are much bigger problems in life. Value your life. Miracles don’t happen again and again and for all. It happens only with those who try for it.Remember God helps only those who help themselves.
 I believe if you want to live survive or fight out the worst situations in life have a will power that no one can beat, not even your death.   

Jan 4, 2012

Book Review: Harbart

Harbart is a novel written by Nabarun Bhattacharya (in Bengali - Herbert) and translated in English by Arunava Sinha. This is the story of Harbart, a dimwit, good for nothing fellow who suddenly rises to fame with this extra ordinary skills of interacting with dead. Does he actually talk to the dead as he claims? Or is it his own delusions speaking ?
The author summarises his book  as :
"Harbart Sarkar, sole proprietor of a business that brings messages from the dead to their near and dear ones left behind on earth, is found dead in his room after a night of drinking with local young men. He has killed himself. Why? Was it a threat to his business which brought him money, respect, a standing in the family, more clients and fame? Or was it a different ghost from his shadow life, where he was constantly haunted by his own unfulfilled dreams and delusions?"

The plot begins with the death of Harbart. Was it a suicide or natural death?  Harbart’s life revolves around four of his friends and alcohol; alcohol being the most prominent part of his life. Harbart is described as a good for nothing fellow always looked down upon his close and near ones. His relatives have never accepted him and they have been so indifferent to his presence in the house .They hardly bothered about his life,the way he lived. His existence in itself had no meaning for his close ones. He rose to fame as the spirit talker.People from far and near came to him to get the messages of their close dead ones interpreted. Was it for real? Could harbart actually interpret what the dead ones wanted to convey? This is for you to read and know.

I haven’t read the original Bengali book so I can’t comment upon how much justice is done to the translation. Translating a book by keeping the underlying emotions intact is a herculean task in itself. Kudos to Arunava Sinha for keeping the Bengali Literature alive  through this translation. The book is difficult to understand .The poems have no rhyme no meaning to it. The writer should have explained the context and the meaning of the poems. Another phrase a novice reader wouldn’t understand is the “piu  kahan”.There are certain sections where i just flipped through without reading.So overall this book is worth a buy for all those who have read the original Herbart and want to see the translated piece in English. For others its worth a borrow.

Rating : 2.5/5
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