Flashback (1980's)
I was in Delhi when Indira Gandhi was assassinated. My school was just behind AIMS and it was in the later half of the school day when we started to hear noises...noise of huge crowd. I was just 10 years old and for a 10 year old sudden loud noise means something curious but nothing more...We could see the faces of our teachers getting bleak and their lack of concentration on lessons was quite evident and surprising. Every now and then we could see a group of teachers discussing something in hushed tones. And then our principal announced an early off... I came home and saw mom really tensed. The only source of news was radio and she had put it on. She was really worried as my bro used to come back in local bus (not school bus) and his bus used to cross the area of AIMS. She left me at our neighbours place and went to the bus stop where he used get off the bus. Thnkfully he reached home safely. That evening riots broke off. Dad came home really upset. He had witnessed few of the scenes of riots where sikh community was beaten up...harmless and innocent people were being punished for a political action.
Next day we saw Delhi burning. Curfew was imposed and when we got to our roof we could see smoke from all directions. In Delhi, taxi stands were mainly owned by sikhs and almost every taxi stand was burning at that time. The people in our colony guarded the homes of sikhs whole day and night. Groups were formed to rotate the duty of guarding.
Who were these people who were guarding others? Were they hindus or muslims or christians..I guess they were human beings.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
My parents and bro
Flashback (1980's)
Growing up in the capital of the nation brought with it new experiences. I studied in the best school of the city. My father was the only working person in family of four. I have an elder brother too who is six and a half years elder to me. I have seen my parents saving and cutting on their expenses so that I and my bro could get best of education. Those were the days when my mom used to do all the chores herself. Little did we realize at that moment what our parents were going through. They were at the prime of their age…were supposed to look good and enjoy their life to the fullest. Instead they were saving their hard earned money for their kids. But we…we as kids were battling for attention of our friends, how we look, how to win in games, how to perform better in school, how to fight and win from each other…Now when I look back at those days I realize just how much we have lost. When our parents were so young, vibrant and beautiful we never ever realized that…and now when they are old, tired and wrinkled…we yearn for those old days when mom and dad were so beautiful.
Things worsened when my bro was detected to have problem with his urinary tract. He was operated upon thrice for the same problem in a short span of one year. That further strained their pocket. And the tension involved was immense. After all watching your child going to Operation Theatre is no easy task. That was a period when I saw my parent extremely disturbed and tensed. The whole life got upset. And finally my bro came back from the hospital. When he came back I was at school unaware that he has been discharged from the hospital. I remember that afternoon… when I was coming back from school and I spotted my bro sitting in the balcony of our home. I just did not know how to react. He was smiling at me…I was watching him and suddenly he got blurred. I was confused for a fraction moment and then realized that I was crying, even though I was laughing. I realized just how much missed him and loved him…
Growing up in the capital of the nation brought with it new experiences. I studied in the best school of the city. My father was the only working person in family of four. I have an elder brother too who is six and a half years elder to me. I have seen my parents saving and cutting on their expenses so that I and my bro could get best of education. Those were the days when my mom used to do all the chores herself. Little did we realize at that moment what our parents were going through. They were at the prime of their age…were supposed to look good and enjoy their life to the fullest. Instead they were saving their hard earned money for their kids. But we…we as kids were battling for attention of our friends, how we look, how to win in games, how to perform better in school, how to fight and win from each other…Now when I look back at those days I realize just how much we have lost. When our parents were so young, vibrant and beautiful we never ever realized that…and now when they are old, tired and wrinkled…we yearn for those old days when mom and dad were so beautiful.
Things worsened when my bro was detected to have problem with his urinary tract. He was operated upon thrice for the same problem in a short span of one year. That further strained their pocket. And the tension involved was immense. After all watching your child going to Operation Theatre is no easy task. That was a period when I saw my parent extremely disturbed and tensed. The whole life got upset. And finally my bro came back from the hospital. When he came back I was at school unaware that he has been discharged from the hospital. I remember that afternoon… when I was coming back from school and I spotted my bro sitting in the balcony of our home. I just did not know how to react. He was smiling at me…I was watching him and suddenly he got blurred. I was confused for a fraction moment and then realized that I was crying, even though I was laughing. I realized just how much missed him and loved him…
Be kind-everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
Thats not simply a copied tagline...this is the what I have experienced all my life. I have battled hard in my life. My birth itself was a war that my mom fought. When my mom was five months pregnant with me, she contracted jaundice. She was told by the doctors that either she or the baby would survive. But my mom held on to her faith, guts and energy. She suffered a lot during her pregnancy. But my parents efforts and faith brought results when I was born on 29 December 1973. The day I was born was the coldest day of the decade. My grandpa named me Coldie.
Thats not simply a copied tagline...this is the what I have experienced all my life. I have battled hard in my life. My birth itself was a war that my mom fought. When my mom was five months pregnant with me, she contracted jaundice. She was told by the doctors that either she or the baby would survive. But my mom held on to her faith, guts and energy. She suffered a lot during her pregnancy. But my parents efforts and faith brought results when I was born on 29 December 1973. The day I was born was the coldest day of the decade. My grandpa named me Coldie.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
About Myself
Life is queer with its twist and turns. Yeah these are the first words that come to my mind when I started writing; as writing and composition was one of my most feared subjects when I was a child and look at me now!!! I am a professional writer. Career came to me not by choice but by compulsion and I stayed on. Everyday I come across new faces and new stories.
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