Nov 8, 2015

Hold My Hand

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 57; the fifty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Madhu Vajpayee, the author of Seeking Redemption and Shades Publications, the publisher of Friendship- Bonds Beyond Time.

"Hold My Hand",She said

He gave her a smile and held her hand in his..

She did not say anything and sat silently with him.
He again went down into those silent lanes of his heart and sat there for that whole night.

She woke up quite early next morning, and started her usual routine. He was still asleep on floor, when she left him. His mind had become like this after that fateful evening.

They had gone for a dinner in a near by good restaurant. It was his wish to not take car and walk to the restaurant. Air was actually good that evening. It was a bit cold and air was blowing  with a swift pace. He was holding her hand, and then out of no where two guys came and tried to snatch her bag. She always carried her bag across her shoulders, so when they tried to pull it hard, she along with the bag was dragged, and him too. They however were unable to get hold of bag and finally ran away when they saw him.His head bursted on the electric pole there and he fell on ground. His eyes were open, but he could only see and sense blackness. His fingers moved, and sensed that she was still with her and then he closed his eyes for good.

The jerk, from the pole, was so hard that she got pulled with him and they both fell on ground alongwith one of the guys. They ran away leaving her bag.

She was dumbfounded, and last 30 sec that evening were not less than a shock for her. The person whom she admired and loved the most was lying unconscious besides her, and amazingly was still holding her hand. She, somehow to save his life, got up and took him to hospital. Doctors operated his head and found that there was nothing that was wrong with him, but the trauma of that accident would last for some time. They were unsure for how long would it last, and what would be the effects on him. She would only be able to come to know the real condition when he would open his eyes.
Looking at doctors, she did not hope much from God and only wished that he would remain alive. She did not allow her brain to  think about their future together, and only wanted to concentrate on one thing that she would hold his hand for the entire life.

To her surprise, he was found normal when he opened  his eyes. He ate well, talked well and remembered everything and even the blow that he had. He asked about her bag and those guys. She was so relieved, and was thankful to God. She started her life again with him, hoping that his health was fine and he was normal like others. They got married next month in a close ceremony, and everything was fine untill that night.
She found him sitting at the corner in their room. He was crying, and did not recognize her at first. She tried every way to make him speak, but he did not utter a word. She could not understand anything, and also did not think of relating this to that fateful day. It was only after some time did she realize that they followed the same route, where he had met with the blow.

She could not think of any other thing but to ask him to hold her hand, and he responded and held her hand. They did not speak a word, but he  remained sitting there holding her hand.
He was holding her hand but was not talking to her. He kept getting lost in his thoughts and whenever he came back to her, he gave her a smile. He would smile for a minute and would again go in his thoughts. She controlled herself and tried to be strong. She was afraid to even leave him for a moment, but she had no option but to go out and live the life for both of them.
She was determined to make him better. She daily sat with him, and let him hold her hand for hours without speaking anything. In reality, she was actually holding his hand rather than him.

This is her life now. She neither cursed  those guys nor doctors. She accepted the truth. For her it was enough that there is someone who in any condition can hold her hand for lifetime.

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Oct 27, 2015

Anything to look Hot

Book Review: Anything to look hot
Author: Jas Kohli
Category :Fiction
Rating: 3.5/5

Jas Kohli, with this book,gives you a true companion when you have no one to talk to in the train, and when your partner is snoring on your shoulder. Kohli will keep you entertained throughout the story. The eye catching thing  is this is one of the rare fiction books on the life of a Plastic Surgeon.
I picked it up only because I have not read anything about this lifestyle, although I have read Hospital from Artur Hailey, but  that is an altogether a different league. Kohli here gives you a bird's view of the life of a Plastic Surgeon through his protagonist Dr Dhruv and the challenges that he faced in this industry.

While writing this, he had also kept the story bounded with fine line of humour and love. This would not give you a LMAO feeling but would make you smile silently in your heart. This would not give you any sensous feeling, but would make you remember your loved one.  He has written this in a simple language with which everyone can connect easily.

Although start of the story is not gripping, but as the story moves on,you will find it interesting.  I finished it in one go while travelling, and completely enjoyed reading it.

One more interesting thing about this book is it will make you aware of procedure of cosmetic alteration that our bollywood superstars undergo, and after reading this you might know that how your favorite actress's nose has become like that of a Donald duck..hahs

On the whole this is worth reading, and you can consider it giving it a space in your book shelf.

Aug 29, 2015

The Design Of Everyday Things

Book Review: The Design Of Everyday Things
Author: Don Norman
Category: Non Fiction
Rating: 5/5

I am thankful to Marrisa Mayer-CEO of Yahoo, Neha Borkar-Indiatimes Author, Facebook and Don Norman for giving me an inspiration to read this outstanding, brilliantly written, awesome book for designers, and amazingly that can be read by everyone above 20. This is because teenagers in their age are not exposed to the world , or are not made aware about the nature of the world that this book talks about.

I am thankful to the above mentioned people, organization is because I comeacross an Indiatimes article on Facebook, which says that -26 Books Top CEOs Love, written by Neha Borkar. Although there were 26 books, but this title, loved by Marrisa Mayer, enticed me more to read it.

This book talks about human behaviour with technology and its evolution over a period of time. Don Norman, has so expressively written this book that you would want to continue reading it for a long time. This is something that one rarely sees in a non-fiction book. This will open up your critical eye for each and every man-made thing, meaning this will surely change your outlook towards everything  other than human beings. I would also like to recommend that people should read this book as early as they can, as they would realize then the true role of technology in their lives.

This book is a gift, for designers of any field. They can debate that this is more like a text book, but I would say that this is the best text book of their course, which they would feel should never end. For other people,  this book will bring awareness to many little things of life affected by design of machines and instruments that they use on daily basis. They would also understand the concept of how their simple sewing machine, shampoo bottle, gas stove or faucets, and even doors are designed.

With this book, everybody will able to understand a simple fact that technology is there to simplify things, and not sophisticate things, for us.

Jun 1, 2015

Bizaarre Morning

I was wondering what I had been upto last night. I ate 3 Mac D burgers, 2 large Coke, 2 Frenchfries packet and watched 3 back to back movies. I slept at 5, and did realize at that time the rumblings of my old age neigbour who had this habit of waking up at 4-5. I was not sure of the exact time.

Now it is 2 pm, and is scorching hot at 44 deg, ofcourse it is summers. I don't know what to do in the remaining part of the day. When you generally wake up so late, you actually lose the prime time of planning things up; that old neigbour's habit is not that bad also, but it just doesn't go with me. I usually get to my senses at 9, but sometimes in 2-3 months this is fine, you know waking up at whatever time, and feeling lost.

This bird sitting on the LAN cable, that passes over my balcony, at the very moment resonates with me, as she also looks to be lost. Now I don't know how She is  'she', but I generally address unknown creatures as she, I think that I am very lucky..haha..My wife would kill me, but she is not at home, and I actually don't know where she has been and also didn't left any message. The last I remember is she waking me up with soft touches and then after a minute I did remember a sudden impact on my belly and legs and then blackness. I would call her, but let me eat something. I have also sometimes observed that no matter how much I eat in night, I would wake up famishing for something or the other. I know some google-lover would answer some crap about metabolism at night..and I would say -Fuck you. I want to have another opinion to this, which is less scientific, and more ........umummmm -I don't know.

That bird flew away, disturbing the leaves of this unknown tree. There were many fallen dry leaves on the floor. These leaves are lifeless or dead, but even than you would not turn your face away. There are very few things who have that ability to look beautiful even when they are dead... I also can not name other than this, but there must be more, I think so.....

I made myself a cup of tea garnished with tulsi, elaichi, ginger. Finally, the tea did the job and I got back to my senses, and realized that it is 4 0 clock, and wife whatsapped me to reach at my cousins place....I need to hurry up or know...don't you


Apr 5, 2015

Empty Pockets

The day started with an enriching tea followed by delicious Poha and Jalebi. My mom is the best in cooking them. I teased my newly wedded wife Nimisha that she just couldn't be better than mom in this, and she made faces. We had planned a visit to Akshardham Temple in Delhi, and left the home at 11 am to reach there on time.

The convenient service from Delhi Metro did not let us deter ourselves to a visit to Delhi from Gurgaon. Although it was a holiday, but one could never predict busy roads in Delhi.

I am not a frequent visitor to temples, but Akshardham is one such temple which is also famous for beautiful gardens, exhibition and good food. Considering mom's choice of a temple, wifey choice of lush green gardens, and my choice of food delicacies, we narrowed down our plan to visit this 40 year old Akshardham Temple.

Mom and Nimisha were happy with the view from the metro. They both, as this was their first visit to Gurgaon, had not been to Delhi in a metro, and so they smiled and gave a I-saw-this-first-time look on seeing Malls, Water Park and other buildings while enroute to Delhi. We got down at Rajeeve Chowk to change the metro from Yellow Line to Blue line. Rajeeve Chowk  is one of the busiest metro stations in Delhi that handles 5 lac visitors daily. Unlike Huda Metro Station, from where we boarded, there we had to stand in que to board this metro. I  regained my lost excitement on looking at their smiling faces, even when they had to stand in que.

We reached Akshardham Temple at around 1 PM, by an auto. Temple was 2 kms far from the nearest metro Akshardham station, even that was named after the temple which had  the beautiful and mammoth structure, very visible from outside. We also expected that there were going to be eye-partying things inside.

 I was aware that everybody had to deposit bags, but was not sure about cellphone. To my surprise, the security check in took more time than check in at airports, and they wanted everything to be deposited except for money and hand wallets. I was kind of exhausted even before entering inside. Mom and Nimisha were waiting happily outside and I, on seeing them, too got charged.

I did realize after some time that I was not actually walking with any weight whatso ever, as there was no cell phone, no bags inside my pocket and on my shoulders. I was walking with empty pockets, and it was so relieving that I could not express that instant feeling.

I generally get frustated when I  don't have my cell phone, but that day I was happy to be relieved from it. We entered inside, and there was this chily breeze that kept blowing our hairs away. There were very beautiful gardens, with round and elliptical shaped trees and plants. There were different designs of all geometrical shapes, and all were very well maintained. The air inside was so clean, and was actually incomparable from what you breathe in outside.

The temple was so gallantly decorated and the pillars inside had intricate crafted designs on them, depicting different forms of God and history of the temple in itself.

There was one more good thing favorable to us was the food without onions and ginger. My mother didn't eat either, and this was the only place where everything was without them. She did taste almost everything out there, and was happy to eat such a good onion-less food outside home.

There was also an exhibition centre and a water show inside the temple, but later we realized that the watch on my wrist (and not on my cell phone) was reading 4 pm.We were getting late, and so we decided to skip them. Those 3-4hours in the blessed environment of Akshardham Temple, with the people I love the most in my life were the best and most rejuvenating hours that I had ever spent in a very long time.  There was no better time than spending it with your loved ones.I didn't realize that I was also tired  as we had to walk a lot inside the temple, but even than I was happy and fresh at the end.

We  got out, and I finally switched on my cell phone after four hours.I was back to my life of technology where I sometimes weigh more importance to the person in that small screen rather than the one in front of my eye lids.....Haha..

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