Wednesday, 23 July 2014

The Power of Sudarshana Chakra!!



Thinking wired is my specialty and being weird is my character!!

Daily I travel to my work and my travel is a good 30kms ride. There are pros and cons attached to all aspects we do in life. Travelling to work all by yourself, also has its own. Let me go in detail and put down few pros and cons of riding so long:


Pros:
·         Reach early to work, be a good employee, earn good remarks from the employer. 
·         No waiting for long hours to catch a public transport. 
·         Avoid traffic and sneak in from the sides in my tiny bike. 
·         That’s all I can think of!! 

Cons: The list will be too huge but let me try and jot down a few:
·         Sad to say that I add to my country’s air pollution 
·         Ruin my health 
·         Risk of accident and emotional trauma of my family 
·         See many people who pollute on road, do nothing and proceed 

The thing which annoys me the most about myself is the last pointer of the Cons. Let me take one example which makes me mad and hate myself daily for my helplessness to see people who spit on roads. As a rider I fear these people. I see spit almost everywhere. Everywhere?? Yes everywhere!!

Just imagine, how will it be to stand in a traffic signal and to tolerate person next to you spit on the road? I will be extra careful when I’m going beside a bus or a truck. I don’t know from which angle a person spits.

Dint I oppose?? : Initially, that is before getting used to this non sense I see every day, I opposed few people who did this act. I boldly asked them when you spit on footpaths or roads, where do you think the blind will walk? How do you stop a spreading disease? What model will you be for the next generation? All I get back in return for my question is “A BIG NON OF YOUR BUSINESS MADAM”.

The Super Power I thought to curb this: A pen is mightier than a sword. Thanking Asus Zenphones-- http://www.asus.com/campaign/zenfone/IN/ and Indiblogger for showcasing my idea and writing. I would wish to have a phone with the super power of “Sudarshana Chakra”.

Sudarshana Chakra: Being born in a mythological place India, I always fancied our mythological hero’s and their fancy weapons. Sudarshana Chakra is a spinning, disk-like super weapon which is in the hands of lord Krishna. According to the mythology, Sudarshana Chakra is used for the ultimate destruction of an enemy. This is what exactly I need in my “Super Phone”.

What my “Super Phone” does: My super phone identifies the person who is a potential candidate who is about to spit on road. Jumps from my pocket, Spins like a Sudarshana Chakra, Slaps that person hard and leaves a strong message which he/she dares not to forget for a lifetime and spin back to me for the next war.

My Vision: We all carry a sense of responsibility towards our society, to the next generation who learn from us. The basic thing which we can teach is “Common Sense” which is commonly lacking in common people. 

Hope this thought of mine to see spit free Indian roads can bring a difference and I believe that with the help of my “Super Phone” I can do what others cant.

This post is written for a contest in Indiblogger conducted for Asus Zenphones known as   “In search of Incredible”.

Image courtesy: Google Search. Editing Courtesy: Myself

Ranju...

Sunday, 22 June 2014

Dream A Dream

She was rushing to catch a train to Mysore. That evening Bangalore was crazily crowded due to heavy rains and Shwetha was about to miss her Train. In a hassle she reached the station and just then, the train moved. She ran like Kareena Kapoor in Jab We Met.
A strong hand pulled her in. She fell on his muscled chest.
She woke up in a great shock, while she grabbed the water and drank it up in a single breath. This was because Shwetha hated to miss something or in this case miss someone!!
She exclaimed, Oh!! No!! I miss the dream, why dint it continue??
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Meanwhile in another world, Ram held her tight in his arms when she was about to miss the train. Her rosy lips by mistake touched his tough arms as it shivered and murmured. Her tender touch, her wide twinkling eyes saw him in astonishment. She was shy, embarrassed and dint know what to do next. She pushed his manly arms away, thanked him without lifting her head and ran to her seat. Ram followed his Sita as he fell in Love with her in the first sight.
A loud honk woke Ram up and he could not believe that he was dreaming, it was all so evident.
No way!! I was not dreaming. I can’t let her go!! He exclaimed with great regret.
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Well, next evening it so happened that Shwetha and Ram had to travel to Mysore. Shwetha was all excited and on purpose she was a little late than usual to catch her train which she never did before. Ram was waiting near the door to pull his Sita in. Both were so excited to meet each other.
That day train was late and as usual Shwetha was early. She dint miss the train, he dint pull her in. Dream shattered?? I guess NO!!
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They sat in their respective compartments and stared to narrate their stories to their friends and each other’s voice was loud enough to be heard for next two compartments. With all exaggeration they concluded by yelling, if he or she was here, I would marry him or her without wasting a minute.
Ram and Shwetha were just continuing their dreams. Did they hear? Did they meet? Let me leave it to the Destiny!!
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I have heard this quote “Somewhere in the world, another man is dreaming the life you have”.
This leaves me with several thoughts. Is our broken dream continued by another? Will we ever meet a person who explains his or her dreams and it was the exact half of your broken dream.

With high hopes, let us keep those dreams dreaming and try to search that mysterious someone!!

Ranju....

Sunday, 23 February 2014

Cry…!


"Kuputro Jayate Kwaichidapi,Kumata Na Bhavati" by Adi Shankara Charya “ --there can be a bad child in this world, but never a bad mother”.

Enough is not enough to talk about you. A great soul, a messenger of god you are mother.

How can I feel this when I was not yours and you were not mine?

Am I unlucky for you? Did you decide I am bad before even introducing me to this world? Why was my birth place garbage? Can you look into my eyes and answer any of my miseries Mother?

My little eyes didn’t see your smiling face, I did not taste the nectar of my life and I remained untouched by you. Was I so filthy Mother?

Have you ever searched for me? Have you ever imagined how I look?
I know that you know my gender but I am unnamed, Mother!!

My scream cannot reach you; my search can’t find you though we might have crossed each other’s way. But, I can imagine you my Mother.


Let me cry my heart out, let me tell you that I am as beautiful as you are, I await your touch, I am not grubby oh!! Mother

Ranju...

Wednesday, 1 January 2014

Decoding my helmet lock


Enough of a long break to my blog and yes!! I have a story of my own experience. I dint have an eye to see the stories around me as I was real busy in my wedding preparations.


I was crowned a loser this week. List of things lost-
    1.     Point and shoot camera
    2.     Bike keys and expensive papers called money.


I appointed a crew at home to find my point and shoot and the search is still on. The pointer 2 is done and dusted.


Next day, I continued my journey to office with the help of duplicate keys .As I am a sincere kid who abides government rules, I had to get my helmet lock unlocked. And the chronicle of decoding the helmet lock begins. 


The two KEY people in this play of decoding machine should be introduced and these two people are the sweetest and obedient people I have met till date.


      Murthy Sir.
      Gowda Sir.


To make the understanding easier I will use terms as M, G and L (that’s me the loser in this play) going further.


9.45 AM: “L” enters the workstation worried about unlocking her helmet lock. “G” sees “L” in worry and asks the cause of the tension around and explains that he will help in taking the bike to the key maker, unlock the helmet lock and also assures to put a new lock to the helmet.


10 AM: “L” is very happy that she found a solution and gets back to work.


10.15 AM: “G” calls and updates that to break open the helmet lock; the key maker is charging 150 Rs. This tickles the saving brains of “L” as she had already lost some expensive papers; she didn’t want to get into losing some more and instructed “G” to come back.


10.30AM: As “G” was called for some work from other colleague, he passed on the keys to “L” through someone passing by to her work station. “L” was still worried about the decoding machine.


11.00AM: A ray of hope comes to “L” as “M” enters and says that he can cut open the helmet lock and for silly things why go to a key maker?


11.15 AM: “L” is super happy as “M” comes and tells her that the helmet lock is cut open and her helmet is free.


11.15 AM to 6.30 PM-“L” is relieved and happily working.


6.30 PM: The actual play unveils as “L” reaches her bike and finds out that there is no new helmet lock in the bike. “L” calls “G” to make sure no new lock was put and gets to know about the new lock. “L” tries to find this magical lock.


6.45 PM: “L’s” brilliant brain works and thinks back the whole play. 


·        “G” tells the key maker to cut open the old lock for which he was charging 150 Rs but when the key maker heard about putting the new lock, he did not take any money to cut open the old lock.


·        Miscommunication- “L” heard only about the unlocking when “G” called her and she refused to cut the lock, “G” forgot to inform “L” about key maker’s new offer.


·        “G” leaves the helmet in the new lock and hurries to his work, passing on the keys to “L” through someone passing by “L’s” work station.


·        Once the keys were back to “L”, the obedient and heroic “M” cuts open the new lock which was put by the key maker in replacement of the old lock as he thought that existing one was an old lock.


·        Total loss to Miss saving brains “L”- old lock 150+ new lock- 150.


Laughing at my own fate I learnt that whatever has to go will go some or the other way no matter how much brilliant you are.


I was broken into more laughter when the security comes and explains about the struggle of “M” in breaking the helmet lock.

This is how my chronicle of "Decoding the helmet lock" ends.


Ranju....

Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Again the home is empty!


The day before you came, our home was empty. The day you left us, our home and hearts are empty!!

Your cry was filled as a soothing tune in nook and corner of our home, your little feet was struggling to carry those heavy golden anklets.  Your Barbie doll looks, your big eyes, your tender palms, words fall short to describe you my lovely daughter.

The joy me and your mother shared when we brought you home is inexplicable. Each sentence was started and ended with you in it. Your naughtiness, the way you made us run around you. How much should I cry to get back those irreplaceable moments? You just took all those and much more awaited happiness in just a blink. What made you think that we deserve this? Oh dear, oh dear!!

Your mother is thrown apart today. How will I console her? What will I console her as, when for sure I know you are not coming back to us? What else does she need apart from you in her life? There is no hope that I can build in her. I wish you understood the situation I am in. Being a man doesn't mean I am strong enough to handle this. Oh dear, oh dear!!

Hope you are seeing us beg for an answer, look at our thirst to know about your hard decision. I want to steal that moment of haste. I want to go back and give a solution for that question which made you end your life. Time has flown and will never come back. Though we dint give birth to you, we thought of a life only with you. Oh dear, Oh dear!!

As parents we always wish you the best wherever you are. Waiting for the day which answers your misery. Only thing we know is to hold on to your memory. Rest in peace you beautiful soul. Oh dear, Oh dear!!

Again the home is empty, again our hearts are empty!!

PS: Dedicated to all those who are suffering because of teen suicides, without even knowing the reason for their loved ones death.

We hardly get a life filled with happiness. Live life to the fullest. Explore, Enjoy and Challenge life. Never kill it yourself.

Image courtesy: Google.

Saturday, 29 June 2013

Do you feel the same???

It is a strange feeling; I am portraying almost all the emotions on the emoticons list of facebook status bar. Generally, I am a crazy kid but imagine with all these emotions put together, who can handle me? Okay, Okay, I am coming to the reason behind it.

The reason for the madness inside me is a Man*(* I am not a Men hating woman and this post is not about cribbing about Men) this is about Love, Love this Man gave me. And the reason behind all these intolerable madness is the feeling of Love in me. Yes!!! I am bitten by a bug called Love and tell me who can survive this?  I am yet to find an answer.

I am pampered like a baby, I get scolding’s for my naughtiness, he builds strength in me; he is the only one I can remember when I am really afraid to step ahead with a decision. Basically, he taught me what Love is!!!

There were days when I had bad mood swings because of which my voice was on par with the roof but a glance of his calm eyes made me melt. When I was ill he was my doctor and was my medication, when I was not sleepy his lullaby was my sleeping pill, this makes me wish him on a Mother’s day for his pure and motherly heart. Basically, he is my world!!!

There are many instances of me playing pranks and irritating others for which he punished me and made me learn right things. I hate underestimating myself, but though he is in that heights which I cannot reach even when I try my heart out, he is so simple and makes me feel I own him. Basically, he is everything to me!!!

Suddenly today, I miss this Man. I know how terrible feeling it is, to miss the one whom you compare with Divine, without whom you can’t even imagine a second, without whom you feel all other fantasies in world are not yours. Am I the only one fallen for this magical world called love? Or, Do you feel the same towards anyone?

I proudly say my prince charming is one in million. Hope you have also got the same kind of person in your lives too. It might be your Father, Brother, Husband or your close friend. Find, treasure and lock them in your love. Never let them go.
  • ·        fight and Forget
  • ·        argue and Laugh
  • ·        be sad and Forgive.


Enjoy being loved, Love unconditionally. What goes around comes around.

Wednesday, 1 May 2013

A colourful world untouched!!!


World tours, cars, jewellery’s, eateries and the count goes on. Dreams are many; we all live to fulfil one or the other dreams each day and aiming to accomplish such dreams, are no selfishness.

I feel blessed as I belong to the pool of dreamers but somewhere in the corner of my thoughts, I had a blockage.

Eyes are the witness of what’s happening around. I was very proud of being praised to have beautiful eyes; until one day when I realised that’s not it.

Everything is not seen, it’s felt too- A bright day in my life, I decided to pledge my eyes. Samarthanam is an amazing organisation (http://samarthanam.org/) which dragged me towards its noble deed. A melodious song invited me in. I turned to witness all the children and staff of samarthanam sing it with their heart and soul. They all were physically challenged but they were capable to challenge the challenge.

Learning is never-ending; it’s just learnt in different times and from different set of people- A staff of samarthanam guided me to take the stairs to submit my pledge form. He told a girl nearby to instruct me the way. This girl had lost her eyes since birth and she dint even have an idea how the stairs looked. With a happy face she asked me to take 8 steps, then turn right; take 4 steps, towards your left you find the office room. I was touched and tears rolled down, but only go was to accept the fact and do the good what I could do.

A colourful world untouched- Being thanked for pledging my eyes by all the kids who were desperate to see the world through my eyes, I slipped into a thought, a world of theirs which is unadulterated,  which had never seen violence. I wanted this world to be like that in real, which becomes an irony or this cannot be thought in the wildest of dreams too. Its better that few things are left untouched.

Feel and Sense- Many things in life are felt or sensed and are less witnessed. The joy in holding in your loved one’s hand, the joy in feeling the tender kiss on your forehead when you are heavy hearted, the joy in hugging your dearies, the joy you see when you make someone smile cannot be measured. Take a moment and feel yourself. Be happy for being blessed for whatever you have and thank almighty for all those joy he has given you till date and ask him for more such joy in the future.

I acknowledge what Helen Keller said- It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision. Have an eye which has a vision to dream big and to achieve what you have dreamt.