What would you do?*

well, this aint by me, and i had shared it many times with many ones. and i guess you are already aware of this. but this is close to my heart, and i just thought of sharing it here.


There was a guy just like us. Young, tall, smart, educated, aspiring to achieve SOMETHING, to be happy in life, to earn money and with someone to love. But, unfortunately, today he lost everything. He lost all the people who once loved him, a job which had once given him a sense of security, and mostly the hope which had given him a reason to live, a reason that had kept him strong, a reason that had kept him going. Alone in his room, leaning against the wall, smoking a lot, he finally decided. He finally decided to DIE.
He thought of many available options to commit suicide and then chose the nearby just a kilometre away railway tracks. He thought going down the running train and ending his painful life. But miraculously before leaving home somehow he wished to give his life a last single and fair chance. So he decided while walking towards the tracks he is going to meet many people, many people will pass by him and if anyone of them would smile at him and if that would make him smile too – he would take that as a hint towards “everything can be alright” he will then not die. He will then give himself another chance, another chance to make things correct and another chance to live again.
Well, forget what happened to him. This isn’t story of him and I too don’t know what happened to him? Is he alive or not? I don’t have any idea. I just want to ask YOU a simple question.
If that guy came across your way what would you do???

* this article is taken from the book "Adadhi Sadi ni Vanchanyatra" (half century's reading)

"Dreams" On Wings.

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Almost a year before a thought of writing something came to mind. A not at all connected friend named as Yadhu Krishna had influenced me about penning down my thoughts. So after a year, here I am.

Like thousands of people, I’ve started writing with not just some thoughts but something that is deep inside me, a piece of me, my dreams, my love and my hatred, my gains and my loses, my smiles and tears, me myself. I m thinking of calling this process as “making myself as I am (supposed to be)”

Every day, as I kiss my loved one goodnight, he asks me what I’d do before going to bed and the first thought that would always haunt me was “I will write something”. J

But whenever I tried to do that I couldn’t. Every time I felt “naah, something is missing”. And deleted many files many times. I was not like this before, I am changed.*

I was thinking what could possibly be the reason behind this change?? My busy academic life? Knowing my capabilities (that they are much more than I always thought)? A long lasting family issue that was finally sorted, which gave me so much relief? Actually the answer is the one person, almost two years ago I met this person, a guy who was on a jolly rideJ, and then we became friends, best friends, and now we are synonyms of each other. Kuch bhi naam do. Thoda sa alag sa, very well organised, knows what to do and what not to do? He knows how to live life. Sometimes I think what my life could have been without him? Could my birthday be so beautiful, so colorful without his drawings? My mornings would have indeed been so lonely without his texts. I share my life with him, he owns my life. It’s his. I love him.

I am changed; I now see a glass half full as just that, rather than half empty. Thanks to him.

*no conditions apply.