tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56892220458340549392024-03-13T19:00:37.398+05:00THE MIRACLE MAKER SAYSObserving daily tasks and daily events I have learnt one thing that life is beautiful and I bring to you the secret to this beauty through my posts. THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-39731477029961570182020-05-21T14:58:00.002+05:002020-05-21T15:02:53.914+05:00What are the 3 things that SEO teaches about life?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">The past year has been full of turmoil for me. Since 2017, life has been unjust to me, and it has thrown me battles that were very difficult to fight. I lost both my parents in 2 years and am left alone now. </span></div>
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<span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">In this time, what made me survive, is my work as a digital marketer, and to be precise, an SEO expert.</span></div>
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<span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">As everyone around me knows me well, I come up with different theories to simplify life. One day sitting at my office, I came across something really amazing. I came across 3 things that SEO taught me about life. I feel like sharing the same with my readers. </span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><u style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">1. Content is King:</span></u></strong><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">As everyone who understands SEO knows that content is king. If you do not have good content to share, then you get marked down on SEO. Similarly, if you do not fill your life with positivity and keep complaining about your life, then you will be marked down in life. You will never achieve what you want in life. Ultimately, you will never succeed and be unhappy. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><u style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">2. Plagiarism: </span></u></strong></span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Plagiarism is a crime. If your content is copied, then you surely will not rank. Similarly, in life, do not imitate anyone or do not compare your life with someone else. The more unique the content is, the more likely it is to be ranked. Similarly, the more unique your life is, the more chances are of you enjoying it. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><u style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">3. Use of correct Keywords: </span></u></strong></span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Relevant keywords are most important to rank your content for SEO. Similarly, the use of irrelevant thoughts in life does not lead you to your ambitions. Stay away from irrelevant negative thoughts, and nothing will stop you from achieving your goals. </span></span></div>
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<span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Life is beautiful. We forget to honour what we have. We always crib and cry about what we lost. I lost my parents, and I am sad about it. But, I am happy I have ambition and work to fulfil that ambition. I am a strong-willed, intelligent, and a good human being. I am thankful for that. </span></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-81928734548320701082019-09-20T19:27:00.004+05:002020-01-31T15:32:46.816+05:00The Video Game theory...... Go Win. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My dad passed away last year. It was a huge loss for me.
Life, however, had to go on and so did I. I started collecting the scattered
pieces of my life, of whatever was left. I got busy with finishing dad’s
pending work and also launching my own freelance digital marketing business. I
cannot say I was happy. A loss of your father is an irreplaceable loss,
especially when he was more of a best friend rather than your father. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Engrossed in designing websites, brochures and other such
stuff, as usual, my counselling work took a back seat. When life priorities are
brutally placed, the first thing that goes out is free work, hobby and passion.
Of course least to mention my novel had to be put to a pause once again. While
at my work desk, I got a call from an old work colleague. It had been around 7
years we had spoken to each other let alone meeting. After exchanging the
initial “How are you?” he slowly came to the point. He wanted to meet me as he
wanted to discuss an issue. In my days back at Mumbai, working for 3 Global
Services, most of my colleagues knew that I did freelance counselling work
also. This colleague was not stranger to this fact, hence the call. I told him
I had not taken any counselling cases recently and I can refer him to someone
else, but he insisted so I didn’t oppose. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I told him I will visit him at his house in Mumbai. I
reached to his house; we first went out for a ride on his bike just to relive
the old days. We came back to his house and he told his wife to make tea for
us. His 4 year old son was sitting in front of the TV and playing his video
game. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He told his wife to take him away;
however, the kid did not budge and started crying loudly. I told him, “Let him
be, he isn’t disturbing us, don’t ruin his fun.” His wife let him be. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Kunal, I will come straight to
the point, you know we both left our jobs 10 years back to build our own
businesses, you opted out of our idea of a joint venture because of family
issues back home and you had to go back. Then I spent day in and day out
working on building an empire and I always failed. I am so tired of failing, I
am very sad; I feel like giving up, I feel like this is the end. I just don’t
understand what to do, I keep failing and failing. I am very sad Kunal.” At
this point he was in tears. His son looked at us, he came running to his
father, and of course the kid was now a little scared. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I just picked up his kid and sat
down on the floor with him playing the game. The kid was a little calm now. My
friend looked at me and said, “Kunal please help me, I don’t want to be this
sad.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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I told him, “I like this game,
come let’s play the 2 player version.” He did just not understand why I was
saying this. He said with a sad voice, “Life is playing games with me and you
want me to play a video game, nice, right life makes fun of me now you sit and
make fun of me.” I told his kid, “Oye tell Papa to play with us go.” The kid in
his kiddish accent called out his dad, “Papa leth play.” It was just so cute.
He sat down on the floor; his wife came with the tea. “Now, first finish the
tea, then let’s play at least 2 levels of this game then I will solve your
problem.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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He knew he had no choice; I had a
reputation of being stubborn. “But the rules would be if your son says again
then we play again, no stopping playing till he says again.” He now looked at
me quizzically and said, “You have given up counselling work so you are just
strolling around wasting time.” “It is nothing like that I have a solution for
your problem, but first I want to play this game.” He reluctantly agreed to do
so. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We started playing the first
level, he lost, and I won. His kid shouted play again Papa win Papa win. We
played again, He lost and I won again. His kid again shouted play again Papa
win Papa win.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A man who has lost all hopes in his
life, who thinks he has become a loser, at this juncture would cry and so did
he. He was so tattered by life and so broken that even this small thing made
him cry. Very few could have understood his pain. The third time he won. His
kid started jumping in joy Kunal uncle lost Kunal uncle lost. He had a meek
smile on his face and he hugged his son. Now, his son was sitting in his lap
and he told me, “Ready for round 2 KP.” My friends called me KP. This time in
the first round itself I let him win. His son again jumped in joy Papa won Papa
won. After playing the game for 2 hours we got up. I yawned away in glory. “I
need to leave now.” I said. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Kunal, what about my problem, you
never solved it.” He asked in a stern voice. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Your problem (I laughed) has been
already solved my friend.” I said. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He still didn’t understand and
asked, “We did not discuss anything about it, and you did not give me any tips
for coping with this sadness. How the hell did you solve my problem then?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“That thing in your hand, this game
remote, is the module of answers to your problems, sit down I will explain.” I
gestured his kid to come to me, He was so cute I just could not resist picking
him and seating him on my lap. He came running to me as he was now familiarised
with me. I just sat there with this kid in my lap and said, “That remote there
is your tool to fight all your problems, that game, is the answer to your
question what to do, and this kid here in my lap is the answer to your sadness.
That game remote is like your brain; use it to know what to do if something
went wrong. That game is the lesson you should learn that when something goes
wrong you don’t give up just start again and again till you don’t win. This kid
of yours is all the motivation you need look at him and hear his words out loud
‘Papa Win Papa Win’. You have everything you need my friend to solve your
issues. You do not need help; you need yourself, through the eyes of this kid.”
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He was staring at me in complete
silence. His kid was now playing with me and saying those words repeatedly, “Papa
won Papa won.” He immediately hugged his kid and started crying. I did not stop
him, those were not tears that were all the negativity coming out, and his wife
came out hearing him cry. The whole family was together and this time not sad
but happy. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I had done my job, I picked up my
sack and started walking away, my friend came out of his house and called me, “Kunal,
thanks” He said. “Papa Win Papa Win.” I said, shook his hand and walked away. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Life is very beautiful, don’t give
up on it so easily start again and win. If you ever feel low look around there
is a lot to motivate you and if you cannot find anything just look at any random
kid. Visit your old school get yourself back from there, meet your old friends,
let them reintroduce you to yourself. Go out for that bike ride let the breeze
blow away all sadness, and if nothing works, just close your eyes listen to
your own heart, it will never let you down. Everyone out there reading this “Go
Win”. <o:p></o:p></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-51633008034211358872018-11-20T19:38:00.001+05:002018-11-20T19:38:09.401+05:00The Wrapper Theory <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Many of the issues in life are pretty simple, but we humans
have an amazing art of complicating things. We are so addicted to being
accustomed to stress that when there is no stress in our life we become even
stressed about it. In my years of observing people and reading their behaviors
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I am now working on my new company and I am always very busy
with its work. I mostly travel. My counselling work and writing blogs had taken
a backseat. Day in and day out I am busy with marketing and sales strategies
and understanding the product line and the market strategies. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I was having my dinner and got a call from a friend. She sounded
a little sad. I told her I would meet her at our regular coffee joint after
dinner. I did not ask her what she was sad about. Basically after years of
reading behaviors and observing people you develop the knack to know what is
troubling them without even asking them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We met at the regular coffee joint. We brought a cup of
coffee and were sitting in one corner sipping it. She had a sip and started
talking, “Kunal, I am not happy with my life. I cannot figure out the solutions
to the issues in my life, my career, love life, health everything has gone for
a toss. Parents are pressurizing me to get married but in that so called
arrange marriage sector also I am getting rejected almost by all the proposals
I seek. Seriously how does someone live such a life and not get angry or
stressed. I am not at all happy; I am a loser, feeling totally useless.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Saying this she started crying. I held her
palm to calm her down. I took a deep breath. I wanted to explain to her one
fact of life but in my style something unique. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“You just sit here I will be right back I feel like having a
Happy dent (chewing gum).”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She did not
say anything and sat there. I brought some 5 of those and placed them on the
table. “Have one if you like.” She half-heartedly took one and started opening
the wrapper. She could not open the wrapper .She was already stressed she just
threw it on the table frustrated; she then picked up another one and tried to
open the wrapper again. This one opened she put the chewing gum in her mouth
and started chewing. I did not say anything. We then finished our coffee and
went out. We mounted my bike and rode off. After riding for some while I
stopped the bike. We got down. She was still sad frustrated and had a small
hint of tears in her eyes. “So you threw the happy dent on the table.” I asked.
She looked at me with surprise and frustration and said, “I cannot believe it
Kunal I am here with a serious problem and all you are worried about is the
happy dent.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“That happy dent is the
solution to all your problems.” I said. She was more surprised, “How is it the
solution to all my problems? It is just a mint chewing gum.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I smiled. “What happened when you could not
open the wrapper of the happy dent?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
asked. “Yeah fine I threw it away and you felt bad sorry about it ok now can we
focus on the solution part.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She said in
an angry tone. “You just laid down the solution my friend, you just put down
half of it though. Tell me exactly what you did when you could not open the
wrapper of the happy dent.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said. “I
threw the happy dent on the table picked up another one and opened it and ate
it.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Now the solution is laid down completely in
front of you.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said. She was still
confused. “You know what the problem is you guys want everything complicated.
You even want a solution to be complicated to believe that it will work out.
Frankly that is not the truth. Life is pretty simple, if you have the correct
perception to look at it. You could not open the wrapper you threw it away and
picked up another one opened it and ate it. It’s that simple. You have a
problem in life you try finding the solution to it, but somehow you are not
able to find the solution. You stick to it. That is your problem. Throw it pick
up another one open it and eat it that is how problems are solved. Pick up
another problem find a solution to it; I am pretty sure you will be able to fix
that one at least. If you are not able to solve that one then pick another one,
do not waste time in finding solutions which you do not have right now, finish
with the problems to which you have solutions right away, solutions to the
unsolved problems will present itself to you in the right time. Remember
problems are like uninvited guests, they will never ask your permission for a
good time to drop by. As you entertain the unwanted guest, entertain the
problem for some while if it is not solved sleep over it and go to the next
one.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I silently now looked at her.
Tears now gone away and some sense settling in. She then asked me, “What about
the problem I left unsolved?” “As I said solution will show up at the right
time then you can get back to the problem and solve it, but trust me these
problems are so keen about loyalty if you are not loyal to them, they prefer
walking away from your life.” I giggled. “Okay jokes apart, some problems
automatically get solved when you are solving other problems, some become so
unimportant that you just forget them and move on and some they decide to walk
away and sometimes you will realise there was no problem at all, and it was
just a smoke screen created by your stress.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She now understood what I meant. “But what if it is an urgent problem
and I do not have solution to it right then and there?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She asked. “Ok, let’s assume that we are here
and the fuel in bike is empty, we have to urgently reach home, and what do we
do? I give you three solutions 1. We take a cab. 2. We wait for someone to give
us a lift. 3. We drag the bike and keep walking towards our houses.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked. “Of course we take a cab, if that is
not available we take a lift and the worst case scenario we drag the bike.” She
said. “See you had a solution to the urgent problem in the exact chronology of
ease. Every problem has a solution and every problem will present to you with
options of ease and hard way out. In the given situation you first decided to
take a cab easy way out, if not the cab take a lift a little difficult but
comparatively easy way out and the final hard way out drag the bike. Each
situation in life will give you such solutions you decide which one you
like.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said. She was now calm. “Which
one would you choose Kunal in the given situation?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I would of course drag the bike, everyone
knows how much I love my bike.” We both laughed. She hugged me and cried.
“Remember life is very easy and very beautiful love it and it will love you
back dear friend. Now smile, because a smile gives you all the confidence you
need.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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I wish people understood such simple things in life, there
would be lesser agony and pain in the world. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p>My dad passed away on the night of 18th October 2018. I loved him the most after all he was my best friend. He had faith in me and my dreams. Today I do not feel his physical presence around me but spiritually I am still connected to his soul. This wrapper theory would not have been possible without him. He always taught me things in a different manner and he always encouraged me to be myself/. Remember friends and readers life is too short. Do not complicate it do not crib about problems unsolved because that will lead you nowhere be positive and handle everything with a smile. I dedicate this to my dad today. </o:p></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-87349389363780372432018-07-04T11:34:00.001+05:002018-07-04T11:34:42.506+05:00The Coin Theory. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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imbalance in the brain that projects the subconscious mind or feelings when we
are sleep. Philosophers call it the motive of life. Spiritual Gurus call it
signs from God. As for me, my definition cannot fit the words so I won’t even
try it. Over the years, life has become too much of a competition rather than
an experience. I am not against it. I love competition myself. For all those
saying, just enjoy the experience and do not run in the rat race, well for those
I would say, it’s a rate race when you do not have an ambition or goal, for the
ones who ambitions and goals it is the only thing they will live for. This
ambition or goal becomes their meditation, their peace and their life path.
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not understand your dreams and do not even relate to them. All they do is
either discourage you or laugh at you.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She was very angry, my friend. Looking at her anyone would think that
today she may kill someone. I did not waste time the moment she called me. Over
the phone I could deduce that she is very angry and disappointed. So I came by
immediately. When I entered her room I could see her very angry and just pacing
up and down the room. “Preeti, what has happened? Why did you call me so
urgently? Why are you so angry and over what?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I asked her. I grabbed the chair nearby and sat on it. She looked at me
in frustration. “Why can’t the world understand that a person needs to fulfil his
or her dreams and they are doing nothing wrong in it, why cannot they have
faith in my dreams, my parents? Besides even my friends are advocating the idea
of giving up my dream. Why is it so difficult for them to understand?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ok so now I know that this is nothing new.
She was going through the same issue that millions of people are going through
especially when it comes to choosing their careers or doing something different
in life. I had developed a theory on this many years back and did have a
solution to this. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Do you have your purse around?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked her. “Kunal, I am in no mood to go
out right now. If you think that going out for either a coffee or may be a movie
would cheer me up, then you are wrong, I am seriously very angry and frustrated
right now.” She said. “Dumbo! I don’t need your purse for that just tell me is
it around.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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up her purse got a coin out of it. She was confused as to what I was doing, but
then I am known amongst my friends to do weird experiments to make them
understand things. “One problem at a time my friend is how we will do it.” I
said. “Now look at the coin carefully, just the side facing you and do not
think of the side facing me. What do you see?” I said. “I see the engravings of
Rupees 2 on it, along with the year and other stuff.” “Good, now what if I say it’s
not a 2 rupee coin and it’s a 5 rupee coin.” I asked her. “Then I would say you
have lost it. I can clearly see it’s a 2 rupee coin.” She said. “Exactly, I
cannot see the side you are seeing so I could be wrong about the coin, but you
see it so you are right. People, your parents, friends and relatives do not see
your side of the dream hence they could be wrong about your dream, but only you
see your side of the dream so you are right about it. This is the reason why
people do not understand or support your dream because they haven’t seen the
other side. But again, you haven’t seen their side of the coin and hence you
feel no one understands you, everyone is against you. The point is you have to
see both the sides. Only then, it could be balanced.” She now understood what I
meant to say. “But Kunal what if I see the other side and come to know that my
dream was wrong and their analysis was right.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She asked. “Well, do you see the dream as closely as this coin? Is it as
real for you as this coin? Can you feel it?” I asked. “Yes.” She said. “Then my
friend how can you be wrong. The coin is of 2 rupees. Your dream is not wrong. Your
dream is not unachievable if you see it this close. There two kinds of dreams
realistic and unrealistic. If you say I will be king one day and do nothing
about it that is an unrealistic dream. If you have such a dream I would say it
is stupid to dream of becoming a king. If you say I dream to becoming a king by
working in this manner or working hard or doing this business or conquering
that land with my efforts, then I would say it is a dream which is actually a
reality of the future, that dream is achievable. So first ask yourself which
kind of dream are you carrying on your shoulders, if you are carrying the
correct one then it would be real fun to fight the world for it. Make sure the
coin is of 2 rupees my friend before fighting.” She had calmed down now. She
slowly understood my point. “But Kunal what if even after understanding their
point of view, they still don’t understand mine. Shall I give up on the dream
or shall I give up on them.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She asked. “Will
you be able to buy anything with this coin if I just give you one side of it?
Will it be still valuable?” I asked. “No.” She replied. “Exactly, a dream has
to be nurtured by both sides. Both sides are equally important. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You should not give up on your dream or either
on your people. Remember, this isn’t a movie where you walk away all alone to
achieve something. It is real life my friend and here man is a social animal.
No dream will ever come true without taking help or taking guidance. Efforts
would be put by you but your dream would be achieved by you, with your parents
and friends as a team. Team work always pays off. Tell me why do you see the
denomination of the coin so clearly?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
asked. “It is too close to my eyes.” She said. “That is what you have to do,
take the dream close to their eyes for them to see it as clearly as you see it.
Involve them in your decisions rather than excluding them. Make them feel what
you feel, make them experience your dream through your eyes and in turn see
their side from their eyes.” “I guess you are right. It is not that difficult.
Even if it is, it’s worth a try, and yes, as you always keep quoting ‘Never be
the slave of your destiny, make your destiny your slave.’ I would do that. But
Kunal I would need your help. Tell me are you on my side?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She asked. I smiled, “Look closely what am I
doing?” I asked. “You are holding the coin for me.” She smiled. She hugged me. “Remember
we learnt in Economics at school that human wants are unlimited.” I asked. “Yes.”
She said. “My friend if you lose a dream or do not achieve it do not give up
never be disheartened. Remember just like human wants, human dreams are also
unlimited. So if one dream shatters, cry it out, have your dinner, go to sleep,
and I promise you the next morning a new dream will be waiting for you to take
you on a new adventure in life.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You
never give up do you Kunal” “Never ever in my life.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Do not give up on your dreams remember to see the coin
clearly and bring it closer to ones who want to see it clearly and dreams will
be achieved.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This goes out to all my
teenage readers who are now entering into their college days. All the best and
do your best. Have faith first in self and then in God remember he is holding
the coin for all of us. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-28342927079415127262018-03-18T18:22:00.001+05:002018-03-18T18:24:32.421+05:00A chat with God. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>After a tiring day at work and some burying of
memories I was about to sleep, when I got a call on my phone. I answered the
phone. “Mr. Kunal Patrawala?” asked the man on the other side. “Yes” I replied.
“My client would want to meet you in person. I am waiting with the car below
your apartment. If you could be kind enough to come with me my client would be
happy.” He said. “What is this about?” I asked. “It has been brought to my
client’s notice that you are a very good counselor and he has some issues which
he wants to discuss with you. He is badly in need of you.” It was around 11.
P.M in the night, I was a little hesitant to go. “It’s too late. Would it be
fine if I meet your client tomorrow in the day time?” I asked. “I am afraid
that won’t be possible. He has to leave tomorrow. He has just got tonight to
talk to you.” “I do not handle clients
at this late hour. If your client cannot meet me tomorrow then I guess he may
have to meet up some other counselor where ever he is going. I am not an expert
in my field there others too.” I replied. I was actually not in the favour of
going. “Well, Kunal it is really very important otherwise my client would not
have disturbed you so late in the night.” He said. I gave it a thought and
decided to just go down and meet the person. If he really would be a serious
case I would help or else would just deny any further assistance. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;">I got dressed up in my normal attire of a jeans and
a t-shirt and went down. There was a limousine standing right in front of my
gate. At any other time I would have been impressed but not today. There were
two men standing at the back door of the limo in a standard security posture.
One of the men opened the back door, “My client is waiting.” He said. I could
</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">recognise</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> that he was the one who spoke to me over the phone. I entered the
limo. “Oh! So it’s you. Why am I not surprised.” I said. “Well, Kunal, you know
how important it is for us to meet every now and then. Besides it has been a
long time you visited me. After you left things, have changed over there. We
are still not able to figure out though, as to what to do with you?” He said. He
was sitting wearing a black suit, a proper hairstyle, and a smart watch. This
time he had a tablet pc in his hands. “So you and your people are still not
able to decide what to do with Me.? So have you come to take my advice on it?”
I asked. “No, I am here for some other personal reasons.” He said. “Don’t tell
me. You are having personal issues? What you are having an addiction or are you
filing for a divorce or your girlfriend dumped you. I do not think you would be
having any such issues. These issues are just faced by us. The worst part is
you never help us in this.” I said. “Kunal, I know you are angry with me on a
lot of stuff and yes I agree that sometimes I do not help ASAP. But I always
help in some form or the other. But if you will be kind enough to just keep our
differences apart and listen to me at least once.” He said. “I will listen to
you. But you know, I do not take sessions for free so you will have to pay me
for my help.” He immediately got his cheque book out and wrote a cheque. “In
cash please, I do not believe in banks these days since the Nirav Modi incident
has happened.” I said. “You know you are talking to me right?” He asked
throwing out his attitude of being a superior being. “Yes I know I am talking
to you, so I do not have faith in your cheque, because even it may get cleared
after ages, like your help comes after ages. So cash please.” I said. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“He waved his men standing outside to get the
cash from the bag kept in the front seat. They got me my money. “Happy? Now can
we continue? Will you listen to me now?” He asked. “Of course you are
officially my client now and I am a very professional counselor so go ahead and
speak.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>“Kunal, it has been ages now that I am living this
life. People come to me with different demands and they expect me to help them.
I do help some and I do not help some. I thought that it is OK to help people
and they will remember me always. But…..” He stopped and looked down feeling
sad. “No one remembers you once they are done with you my friend. They leave
you walk away and they leave a void in your heart. Everyone in this world is
with you for a motive.” I said. “Yes and that hurts Kunal. I mean don’t you
feel at times that people be with you they be around you. They don’t leave you
lonely?” He asked me. “I do but, that cannot be changed. I cannot force people
to stay with me. Yes I do feel lonely, in fact very lonely at times but what
can I do about it. You have to learn to cope up with it.” I said. “How do I handle
it, Kunal? I know you can understand this very well. You pour your heart to
friends, family and someone special and every time they leave you and walk
away. How do you cope up with this everytime?” He asked. “Pretty simple make
new friends. There is no other solution to this. Fall in love again; make a new
approach to your family.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said. “Kunal
that is not simple. You of all people should know this. Heartaches, betrayals,
such things leave you devastated and lonely. I am very lonely Kunal.” He said
with a very saddened face. “Come on now, do not be a cry baby. You are God and
you can do anything. People come to you for praying, they look up to you in
their time of despair and sorrow. You should not be feeling lonely; bloody you
have a huge fan following out there. These people including my parents love you
so very much. How can you be lonely God?” I asked. “That is the problem. Kunal,
just like others even you think that God does not need anyone. The truth is I
am the loneliest entities of all, you are right people do come to me, but they
come with their prayers, they come to me with tears, they come to me with their
issues. I help them. After that they forget me. They don’t love me Kunal they
need me. There is a difference. They don’t talk to me, they beg to me. Once
their lives are normal they do not sit back to talk to me. I am not what the
scriptures tell you. I am just as human as you humans. Even I feel sorrow, pain
and loneliness. Even I want to talk to someone. Even I want a best friend with
whom I can share stuff with or cry out with him or her when the need be. Even I
want to feel the romance of someone special. I want people to love me not to
need me. I want them to even share their joys with me and not just sorrow. Agreed
I am the all mighty and all, but Kunal it feels nice when someone comes and
gives you some good news in person. Some people do some special rituals when
they are happy, they do it out of fear and not out of love. They follow rituals
to the book and they finally think they have not forgotten me. They waste money
on expensive things. I do not want that. Spend that money on people who need
it. I just want their time to talk to me. I want to personally talk to every
child of mine. All they do is read scriptures, chant mantras, learn The Bible
or The Quran, they never ask me how do I feel. Kunal, is it so difficult to
just ask a normal question to God ‘How are you feeling God today?’” There was a
long pause between us. I was looking at him. He was almost teary, but he did
not cry. “Do it. Don’t stop.” I said. He looked at me. “Come on God cry it out
buddy. I know you need to cry. Even I wanted to after my break up last<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>year, but I was not<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>that lucky like you to have anyone around to
cry. You are lucky you have me so cry it out.” I giggled. He too started
laughing. “You seriously are pathetic Kunal.” He giggled even more. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>“God I am sorry. Being someone, who has understood,
and seen loneliness so closely, I left you alone. I was looking for love
elsewhere, when all I had to do is just hug you. I got betrayed by pathetic
friends because I never looked at one friend who had always put his hand across
to me. God I am very sorry I blamed you always for not helping me; the fact is
you were always standing there only I was so egoistic not to seek your help.
You gave me the best of talents, you made me a funny person and above all you
made me a warrior who never ever gives up in his life. Today, I am a good
writer, a good business man, I make everyone around me laugh but I never ever
thought of just looking and sharing a joke with you. I never gave it a thought
that the most supreme authority, God, can also be lonely. I spoke to strangers
but someone who knows my soul inside out, who can read my sorrow through my
eyes, someone who stood by me all this time, I did not speak to him. I ignored
you, but you still stood there. I know how bad it feels to be ignored but I
still ignored you. God I am very sorry I hurt you so very much. You are right God
I am a pathetic person.” I said. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
hugged me. It was the best hug ever. He wiped my tears and his too. Then he
waved his men to get a beer for us. “God you drink beer?” I asked totally
amazed. “Well, not always but only when I am with my best friend.” We both
giggled. The time was passing by and God and I were having the best
conversation. I realized one thing for sure, talking to God is not all that
bad, infact it is far better than talking to strangers on WhatsApp or Facebook.
He kept on sharing so much stuff and so many jokes. He made me laugh, and he
too intently heard my views on many things. Ultimately it was dawn. “Kunal now
I have to leave. But today, I am happy I am leaving with our friendship.” I
reached for my wallet got my business card out, “God this is my card, call me
whenever you want to have a good time. Let’s hang around sometime soon let’s
say we can go for a movie or a bike ride together.” I said. We both giggled at
this. “You seriously are funny my friend, handing over your business card to
God himself.” He said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Oh come on God
you are my best friend. You should have my card.” He took my card looked at and
kept it in his wallet. “Hey God what about you, how can I get in touch with you
whenever I want to talk to you?” I asked. He looked at me and said, “Kunal, I am
already connected to you, and every human, all you have to do is just take my
name and I am right at your side buddy. Besides, do not worry I will always
listen because the reception up there is superb. I am always in your heart
Kunal, I am always in your good deeds, every time a person smiles because of
you, and I will be standing right at your side clapping for my buddy. Every
time you feel sad I will be there to give you my shoulder to cry and tell you ‘come
on now you are Kunal Patrawala you cannot give up, come on you are the miracle
maker’ I will always be with you partying in the form of your close and true
friends, and remember I do drink when I am with my best friend, and that is
every human who loves me and does not need me. Kunal, remember I will hug you
when the whole world has left you alone, and I will never leave your side ever
buddy. See you soon.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>I woke up. I do not want to get into details whether
it was a dream or was it my subconscious mind that has been at war about
believing or not believing in God. But one thing is for sure, people need God
they do not love him and hence their prayers never get answered. God is not
selfish, but he is someone who is asking for your love. Do not love him because
he will give you some blessings in return, but just love him for what he is.
Talk to him, instead of praying and trust me that will work much better.
Miracles do happen all it takes is you to make it happen. God is always with
you talk to him guys, crack a joke for me, sometimes make him laugh, wipe his
tears, have a beer with him because he always drinks with his best friends. <span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-45028789247211556222018-02-11T12:10:00.003+05:002018-02-11T12:13:46.591+05:00THE SCOOTER THEORY <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;"><i>With Valentine’s Day across the corner, the ‘love is
in the air’ feeling is common around these days. I was sitting at a coffee shop
having my favourite coffee and reading people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Yes for a change sometimes it is fun to read people. We get to learn a
lot from such observations. Being a writer, stand-up comedian and a counselor I
often get a lot of matter. I was reading couples. A coffee shop sees more
proposals, break ups, hook ups and tears of joy and sorrows when it comes to
love affairs. Today along with the coffee shop even I was a witness to some
such affairs. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;"><i>My phone started to disturb my thoughts. I have to
reluctantly keep the mobile phone me at all times. Business is another priority
of life, you cannot ignore it. I looked at the screen; it was flashing the name
of a friend, one who had long lost in time. We stayed in the same town, yet we
had not seen each other since many years. I received the call. “Hi, is this
Kunal.” He asked. “Yes.” I replied. After exchanging the initial greetings and
routine stuff my friend came to the point. “Kunal I have an issue. My wife and
I are thinking to get divorced, but I am not happy with the idea. I do not want
to get separated. I love her a lot and do not want to lose her.” Saying this he
started crying. “Hmmmmm! You expect me to talk to her and convince her not to
divorce you right?” I asked. “Yes. Please if you could. I know you are a
counselor. We need your help. I need your help.” He said. “Look I do not know
what you really think what we counselors do, but let me assure you we are not
magicians. I will try my best to convince your wife, but do not have high
hopes, because once a woman decides something, no one can change her decision.
This I have learnt over the past few years.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Saying this I however decided to help him and talk to his wife once. I
told him to come to my house the next day on his scooter. I specifically asked
him to get the scooter. He did not understand why I insisted on the scooter,
but he however agreed to it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;"><i>The very next day he came to my house with his
wife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He did get the scooter as I had
requested. We first exchanged greetings and then I started the session. I first
asked few normal questions to his wife and then came directly to the point. “So
your decision about divorcing him is final? Don’t you want to reconsider?” I
asked. “Yes it is final and there is no point in reconsidering, after several
warnings and reminders too he has not changed and now it is more than I can
handle. It is better we get separated. I know he loves me a lot, but this is
the most practical decision.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She said. “I
really hate it when people bring in practicality in between love. Feelings
cannot be practical, love cannot be practical. If love and feelings were
practical your own mother would disown you on the very first mistake you made
or the very first time you back answered her. Love is just love; nothing should
change your feelings for a person. Love isn’t just a word, it’s a commitment.
Your parents stick by your side come what may because they love you. That is
their commitment. When you marry or fall in love with someone it is yet another
commitment. The form changes but the feeling is the same and the commitment is
the same. Yes everyone has a right to be selfish. But ask yourself this, is it
such a weak commitment from your side, are you so simple to break and so simple
are your words and promises, are they so brittle, is your mantle so easily
manipulated by circumstances and issues that at the first brink of difficulty
you tend to run away.” I said. She was listening carefully. “You say you gave
him several warnings, are you in a marriage or a war. Frankly, these days I see
people have actually forgotten the meaning of companionship and marriage. You
say you don’t trust him, he doesn’t listen to you, he does things in his own
manner, he takes decisions on his own without consulting you. Were you looking
for a puppet, or a human? You my friend even you are at fault. She is not the
only one to be blamed, when you decided to marry her it was the day you signed
up to share everything with her. Marriage is not only sharing a house or a bed,
it’s about sharing your soul with that person. Love is not that complicated but
it isn’t that simple too. Just saying ‘I love you’ will not suffice, make her
feel that way. This is the reason why I have called you both here for a
session. Now, you both will do exactly as I say. After this session I leave the
decision of getting divorced completely on you two. Let us hope that does not happen.”
I said. “What do we have to do?” asked my friend. “Do you both know how to ride
the scooter?” I asked. “Yes.” They both replied together. “Pick up that piece
of cloth lying there on the table in front of you and blind fold your husband.”
I told my friend’s wife. Both were hesitant about this, they did not understand
what I wanted to do. She however blindfolded my friend. “Now, you will ride the
scooter and your husband will ride behind you. You will ride to your house and
come back. On the way your husband is not allowed to remove the cloth from his
eyes. While coming back you will be blindfolded and your husband will ride the
scooter and the same rules apply to you. In any case the person blind folded
will not get down remove the cloth and ride. If each of you wants to get what
they want, then you will not deviate from this. If you want to convince your
husband for divorce and if you want to convince your wife for staying then take
this very seriously.” I said. They were still confused, but they agreed to do
it. Humans are selfish they would do anything like a fool in order to get their
work done. She held his hand and guided him outside the house. She then slowly
guided him to sit on the scooter. He sat, keeping one hand on the back railing
of the scooter and the other one on her shoulders. When she started the
scooter, he kept both his hands on her shoulders. “Don’t drop me.” He said with
a hint of laughter. “Haha very funny.” She too said this with some laughter. For
a second they both found this weird, but I did know why they felt so, they had
not spent enough time laughing with each other. However explanations had to
come later. “Now ride safely and be back here in 20 mins. I have to leave in 20
mins for another appointment.” I said. They left and came back in 20 mins, this
time my friend riding the scooter and his wife sitting behind blindfolded. He
held her hand and guided her inside. When they sat, I told my friend to remove
the cloth from her eyes. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;"><i>“Now, tell me in detail as to what happened on the
road, do not leave a single thing.” I said. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;"><i>“Well, while going home, I found it very weird.
However, I still rode, because I somehow wanted to do this as you said this
could convince him to get a divorce, I did not understand the logic but I still
did ride. Then on the road some people looked at us, some found this weird,
some pointed at us, yet some even laughed but I did not react, we had to go
fast and come back soon. So I ignored them. When we reached home. I slowly
stopped the scooter, he alighted. It was funny so we both laughed. Then he
blindfolded me and he rode. I think he may have experienced something similar.”
His wife said. He nodded in agreement. “Kunal what is the meaning of all this,
I know you have explanations, you usually use examples to explain things, so
now explain.” My friend said. “I will explain but first answer this; I had
asked you to come back in 20 minutes why did you come back in just 15. How did
you manage to get here 5 minutes earlier?” I asked. “How is that relevant? You said
you wanted to leave so I took a shortcut.” He said. “Everything is relevant my friend.”
I said. “Now are you not surprised he took a shortcut or did he already tell
you that he is taking a shortcut?” I asked his wife. “No he did not tell me
anything, but any way how does that matter, we reached here in time didn’t we?”
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;"><i>I smiled. “You both found this meaningless yet you
did it because you both wanted to convince each other. It is exactly the same
with marriage, it is totally meaningless but we still marry, we still fall in
love because we have one motive, we need someone in our life, whom we can call
to be ours. We want someone to take care of us, make us feel special, make us
feel happy. All this is impractical, illogical so never ever take decisions of
love and marriage with your brains.” I said this looking at my friend’s wife.
She did understand my point. “Life is totally meaningless and totally
unpredictable, we plan to some extent, we know certain things to some extent
but we still do not know what will happen. The moment the person, who was
blindfolded boarded on the scooter, he or she knew the way, both knew how to
ride the scooter, but the one blindfolded had this little doubt that they may
fall. What did you do then, you tightly held the shoulders of your wife, and
you held him from the waist, both did that just to make sure you do not fall.
Love and marriage are similar, hug your partner tight, hold your hands tight
that come what may you do not fall in life and get separated. Life will bring
along a lot of storms and many twisted turns, do not let go each other, hold
each other. The person riding made sure they missed potholes and rode carefully
so that they do not scare their partner, in life when you take decisions; see
to it that they do not bring a horrific circumstance for your partner. (This is
said looking at my friend) Remember you are not riding alone, the person
sitting behind you cannot see the road, and so they are relying on you. Take
the best possible road. The person sitting behind did not know where their
partner is riding, though with the fear of falling down they held their partner
and did not question much about the route as they knew that the partner knows
the road and also knows how to ride the scooter, similarly in life do not doubt
your partner so much, trust them, and do not have such a brittle trust, that it
breaks so easily, trust your husband he knows how to handle life, he has also
had experiences in life, he is mature enough to handle stuff, he also knows he
has a wife and he has to plan accordingly, just ignore the doubts and trust him
for once. Life will bring in criticizers; people who would laugh at you and
further some who would even want to separate you ignore them and ride ahead.
Remember when things go well between you two there will be a lot of people who
would be jealous. Be ignorant about them and be careful as to not be affected
by them. Ride together, enjoy each other forget the world. You both went to
your house and came back, before time. He took a shortcut and you were ok with
it because the ultimate goal was to reach your destination in time. With love
and marriage it’s the same thing, do not question every decision he takes or
ways he does things, and just focus on the ultimate destination. You both made
it here in time that is what mattered. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Marriage and love have the same destination
and that is eternal togetherness and happiness for each other with each other
and finding it within each other. If you want to live such a married or love
life, forget the inhibitions questions and just ride together, it is illogical,
it is impractical but it is love it does not have to be logical or practical
only then you will be able to enjoy its magic.” I now looked at both of them.
They did understand my point. They were looking at each other and pondering. “Both
of you are also missing laughter in your marriage. Remember laughter is not a
simple thing, it is a beautiful thing, when you laugh together as a couple you
bring in a lot of happiness and permanent cementing to your relationship. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some jokes, some pranks, and a lot of laughter
are very important.” <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;"><i>“Kunal, all this is fine, but what if one still has
doubts? What if one still does not trust the way the other is behaving?” <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;"><i>Asked my friend’s wife. “Did I ever tell you guys
not to ask each other anything on the way to your house and back, did I say do
not speak at all, and was I there to see if you removed the cloth from your
eyes just to have a glimpse and then put it back.” I said. She smiled she had
understood. “Ask each other talk to each other more, clarify to the deepest
root, do not just assume things or do not just build rigid views about each
other, as you are scared, so is your partner. In this case your husband is
scared to lose you. Talk to him.” <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;"><i>“Yes I am scared to lose you. I love you madly and I
never wanna see a day without you. I agree I may have made mistakes, but then
who will correct me? Who will make me know my mistakes? I am not at all
stressed when you keep pointing my mistakes I enjoy that, I am just stressed
with the idea of you leaving me.” My friend said this with tears in his eyes.
His wife just hugged him. I was happy. Now, these two were never gonna go for a
divorce. I thank God that he helped me do this. After the emotions cooled down
we had some tea. “Kunal you said you had an appointment and you had to go somewhere.”
My friend said. “Yes I have to go to a party; you are throwing the party and
inviting me to it.” I said. We all laughed together. “So this scooter theory,
where did you find it from?” His wife asked. “Well, I never share the trick of
my trade.” I said. We all laughed again. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;"><i>They both left together, happy and together. I bid
them goodbye, took my bike and started riding. I wish I could convey this
theory to someone I rode with once. I wish she could have learnt it. To my
readers and all the couples out there, do not complicate love with practicality
or doubts or inhibitions, yes we are humans and it is natural to have all three
but talk to each other. Separation is not the solution to anything, life is too
short and we all have to go to the same destination. Live, love and above all
laugh a lot. Hold each other tight, do not doubt, ride your life safe, enjoy
being with each other. Love each other madly and above all believe in the magic
of love. This Valentine’s day I wish a lot of love to all my readers, may every
heart find love this Valentine ’s Day and no heart goes through the pain of separation.
God bless each and every one. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>" If I could ever meet God in person, the only thing I would ask him is to grant me your love, grant me your togetherness, I would ask him to grant me one dream, a dream of being your arms forever." </i></span></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-35189850485913997092017-08-14T12:54:00.004+05:002017-08-14T13:03:56.323+05:00The Spectacle Theory<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i><u><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The Spectacle Theory<o:p></o:p></span></span></u></i></b></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Since
the past few months I have been on a roller coaster ride in my own life. Even
though, I have always faced and handled complexities in life with a lot of
maturity and peace of mind, this time it was a massive blow from life. However,
every human has to face life alone and every human has the ability to transform
himself or herself into a better person. Hope, Love and total faith in one’s
dreams can make miracles happen. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I
had stopped taking counseling cases, also had taken a break from writing, I was
introspecting and improving my own inner strength and confidence. In this time
friends do play a very important role, I was at a friend’s place when this
incident took place. It was something so simple yet so amazing that I could not
resist writing it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I
was with my friend, standing in the balcony of his bungalow. We were just chit
chatting with each other about normal stuff. “Kunal seriously man I am so
tensed about my future. I just don’t know how things will work out and I just don’t
understand what I will do with myself. Thinking about the future gives me
jitters. I get so anxious at times and also lose all hope. Just feel like
giving up now. I don’t understand why do we have to go through so many issues in
life. Can’t life be simple? Can’t there be peace?” He said. “Can you just remove
your specks for a second?” I said. He was looking at me with a perplexed look. “Kunal,
did you just hear what I said?” He asked. “Yes I did but I just want you to remove
your specks for a second.” I replied. He was not aware as to what I am upto
then too he did as I said. “Fine, I removed my specks, now what you want me to
do? Dance around? I am into a serious discussion here and all you want me to do
is dance to your circus.” He said with disappointment. “Well, this even you
will have to agree, that my circus often finds people the correct answers, and
often gives you a clearer perspective of everything. Anyway, now just look at
the things outside the balcony and tell me what you see.” I said. He shrugged
his shoulders and looked out. “Kunal I cannot see a damn thing out here, you
know I am short sighted I cannot see faraway objects without my specks.” He
said. “That’s your problem my friend. You are looking at faraway objects, I
asked you what you see and you are not seeing where you have to. Look at the
most closest patch that you can see clearly.” I replied. He looked at the
closest patch. “I see my car parked near the gate, I see a sweeper sweeping the
street, I also see a guy sitting on his bike waiting for someone I guess.” He
described everything. “All this you could see clearly?” I asked. “Yes.” He replied.
“Now wear your specks and sit down here.” I said. He did as I asked. “When you
removed your specks and tried looking at the far away objects you could not see
a damn thing. But you could see everything that was close by. Life also has the
similar kind of vision deficiencies. People often tend to look at the future,
they are blinded with anxiety, fear and nervousness, this further leads to lack
of motivation and hopes. People do not look by at the closest patch that is the
present time.” I said. He was now listening to me intently. “When you remove
the specks in life and look at the closest patch you will see everything
clearly, a clear vision gives you confidence, hopes and all the motivation
required. It takes away the anxiety and fear, because you are no longer staring
in the wilderness of an unclear and blurred future. Future is never built on
what you see in the far away vision; future is built on what you see in the
present and how you make things happen in the present. Remember, no one can
predict your future, but only you can make it as you want it, but only by being
in the present.” I took a pause and looked at him. “Kunal, this is wishful thinking;
this is easier said than done. Don’t you have anxiety about your future? Don’t you
get jitters? Don’t you have fears?” He asked. I laughed for a second and then
said, “My friend I was not born in a test tube, neither am I a superhero, I am
human like you. I also have my fears, my anxieties and recently I too had my
emotional breakdown.” “Then how are you so hopeful, so positive, and still full
of life and so happy go lucky, what is the secret? Whenever I see you, you are
always up to some pranks or jokes I never see you tensed, depressed or crying.”
I smiled and replied, “I too cry my friend, I too be sad, but the secret to my
way of living is I have got the correct prescription of the specks to look at
my life.” “Correct prescription of the
specks to look at life, can you elaborate on this please. We are not counselors
like you.” He giggled and asked. “It’s very simple actually. Just tell me one thing;
you go for an eye checkup regularly. If your optometrist finds that the specks
you are wearing are not of the correct prescription or he feels that it has to
be changed, what do you do?” I asked him. “I get the specks changed and wear
the new prescription given to me. That is a pretty simple thing.” He now knew
what I was trying to say. “So Kunal you mean to say we should change the way we
look at life and the future?” I smiled and replied to this, “Exactly my friend.
What we do is, we look at the future with the specks of fear, anxiety and uncertainty.
It is very natural actually. It is basic human inhibition. Even I do that
sometimes. But we fail to understand that we need to look at the future with
the prescription of positive attitude, happiness, and a lot of confidence. We
should look at the future with all the hopes we have. Only then you will not
fear it, you will love it. Life is very beautiful, but the moment fear enters
life, it destroys every beautiful thing and feeling. If you ever feel feared
again about the future, very simple my friend, first remove your specks, look
at the closest patch and then change the prescription, I can guarantee then
life will show you exactly what you want to see.” He looked at me with a smile.
“I agree we are all so busy being feared about life and about future that we
forget to love it, we forget to love what we have, and then land up being sad.
But from now on I will remove the specks look at the closest patch and then
change the prescription. This is a nice Spectacle Theory you evolved here.” We both
giggled. I got up to leave. “Kunal, how is your book coming out?” He asked. “My
book is coming out quite well; I hope to get it published soon enough. I am
hopeful it will be a bestseller.” I said. “Dude you know we all are eagerly waiting
to read your book. Finish it soon man. All the best.” He said. “All in good
time my friend. All in good time.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I
returned home and started my work on my book. I was so intrigued with the
discussion I had with my friend. I thought of putting it down in my blog and my
friend had provided an apt title for the same, ‘The Spectacle Theory.’ I would
like to convey the same thoughts to my readers remove your specks, look at the
closest patch, and change the prescription. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I
love you the most in the whole universe, <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">My
love I can no longer walk in the reverse. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">It
pains me to be away from you each day, <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">But
I know God would decide hence I pray. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I
cannot sit and be negative about everything, <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Miracles
are only created when you are happy when you sing. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I
am foolishly positive I know, <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I
am madly hopeful I know, <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">But
in love it does happen so. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The
world may not see my vision today, <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">But
united with you I will stand one day. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Ending
my article with this poem that came to my mind. Signing off for now-------- The
Miracle Maker. </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 20pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-53184592162045656652017-05-18T12:05:00.003+05:002017-05-18T12:05:38.525+05:00Enchanting Romance.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">“I
wanna romance all your moods and blend with you in a manner that I do exist as
me but I still be yours and I still be you.” He said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">She
smiled and looked at him. Her gaze was on the evening sun. The moment he said
these words she found the setting sun a little more beautiful. She felt like
this moment should pause here and she should always be in his arms and just
give him all the love she feels for him. She hugged him and softly said, “You
are a poet, a writer, you are good with words, you are good at expressing your
feelings, I am bad at it so all I can do is hug you and make you feel all the
love I have for you. Sometimes I feel bad about that why can’t I express my
feelings in words to you.” She said while hugging him even tighter. “Well for
me it’s a win-win situation. The less you use words the more you hug. So I am
enjoying this” He said this with laughter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">“All
men are the same.” She hit him playfully while saying this and jumped into
laughter with him. She then looked at his laughing face, his gleaming eyes and
gently run her palm on his face. She felt his beard, she run her hands through
his hair; she placed her palm on his cheeks. He kissed her palm. She then took
his face in both her palms and kissed his eyes. “I am lucky your eyes adore me,
I am lucky they find me beautiful. It is because you say that I believe I am
beautiful, it is because you love me that I love myself even more, it is
because you make me laugh, I realize what actually laughter is.” He hugged her
when she said this and they gently blended into a kiss. A kiss so serene so
pure that the moment their lips locked with each other, their souls broke all
the chains and embraced each other. The moment their souls embraced each other
even the heavens were mesmerized. Their love, their togetherness was so
enchanting that even God himself skipped a heartbeat looking at the awesomeness
of their love and the beautiful blend and bond their souls had become. Cupid
himself fell in love with their love, their kiss. He blessed them with eternal
love. “Darling my laughter my happiness everything begins with you and ends
with you. My definition of life is you. My image of God is you. My breath is
just you. My poems would be lifeless without you. My words would weep without
you. I can romance my words so well because your love inspires me to do so.
Every moment I want to be in your arms, I want to embrace our togetherness in a
manner that no one disturbs us. Let’s just hug each other once again, let’s
just show the world what a miracle our love is, that when our souls embrace
each other, they blend into one enchanting soul, and all the bleed, breathe and
live is deep love, pure, serene and innocent deep love. Let me fall in love
with you again and again with every breath that I breathe, and every second I
look at you let me eyes be soothed.” There was a tear in her eyes. She was
touched at how much he loved her. She said a silent prayer ‘I love him the
most, I don’t wanna live without him, I just wanna be in his arms, I want to
blend into his breath, his heartbeat, his eyes and his entire existence, I just
want to become him. God give me the power to love him more than you, give me the
chance to be his strength and please God always keep him happy, let me motive
be to make him happy always and tell him every single day that I love him
madly, crazily and the most in the entire universe.’ He looked at her, She
smiled and said, “I am in the most happiest version of life that anyone could
ever be, Mr. Writer, I love you the most, just hug me and never let me go.” He
hugged her tight. She kissed him all over his face. Today it seemed they were
breathing for each other with each other. Seemed as if the heavens themselves
are in love with their love. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: 21.3333px;">Another small glimpse from the romance of these two individuals. I hope my readers enjoy it. I hope that person for whom I present this enjoys this. </span></span></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-8093052365296194722017-05-13T21:55:00.002+05:002017-05-13T21:58:07.932+05:00My destiny lay…….<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The rain drops caress my cheeks they remind me of your lips
on my face, <o:p></o:p></div>
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The wind going through my hair makes me feel your fingers in
my hair. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My darling standing here in the first embrace of rains I
feel your hug around me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The fragrance of the wet soil reminds me of your fragrance, <o:p></o:p></div>
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The colors of rains remind of your beautiful eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The darkness of the clouds reminds of your hair.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I could be good with words I know, <o:p></o:p></div>
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But you mesmerize me in a manner so, <o:p></o:p></div>
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That I forget my vocabulary all together, <o:p></o:p></div>
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A beauty like you I have seen never. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It seems God created a master piece in you, <o:p></o:p></div>
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It seems even he is in love with you. <o:p></o:p></div>
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What can a mere poet like me describe about your beauty, <o:p></o:p></div>
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I can only sit by and adore your perfections duly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The rains make me even more eager to hug you in my arms, <o:p></o:p></div>
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I want to fall in love everyday with all your charms.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Baby merely saying I love you may not be enough today, <o:p></o:p></div>
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I want to love you and make you feel it each and every way. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I want to be one with you today, tomorrow and everyday, <o:p></o:p></div>
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My darling with you is where my destiny lay. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Being a poet I often take this liberty of penning down poems. These days with the rains setting in and being a die hard romantic I could come up with some work in romance. Here comes my second installment dedicated to that special romance I carry in my heart. I again hope my words to justice here. </div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-48551492198050160952017-05-12T15:16:00.001+05:002017-05-12T15:16:27.181+05:00The pure innocent love…….<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;">They were sitting at a secluded and silent place
together. She was holding his palm in her palm. She was caressing his fingers.
He was feeling intoxicated by her gestures. He had never felt such love ever in
his life. Her eyes were stuck on his face; he was smiling away in glory looking
at her. She had a glow on her face, looking at that smile of his.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;">“I love you the most in the whole world. You are my
miracle. You are that reward that God granted me for all the hardships I have
faced in life.” He said. She held his palm even tighter and kissed it. She then
hugged him and kissed his cheeks. She could literally feel his breath on her
face. It was sheer blissful and heavenly for her. After all even she was deeply
and madly in love with him. He hugged her and kissed her forehead. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;">They looked at the sky and felt the breeze caressing
their faces but today nothing existed to them. The only thing they could feel
today was each other. They sat in silence but their souls spoke, they looked at
each other, but their eyes wandered in their hearts making love to their soul.
It was a level of intimacy like no other. They had freed themselves from the
norms of the world. They did not understand the world anymore; all they could
do is love each other to eternity. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;">“If this is love, I was a fool not to allow it in my
life all this while. I was so scared to be lonely that I did not allow love in
my life thinking it will break me if it leaves me. I thought it will break me
shatter me and leave me in tears, but today, with you my love, with your hand
in my hand, I know one thing for sure, I will never be broken anymore, where I
fall weak I know you are there standing with me, where I feel lost, your voice
will guide me, where I fear, your confidence will protect me, where I feel sad
your love will bathe my soul in eternal happiness and companionship. I am so so
so madly in love with you that today every ounce of my existence, every breath
I take, every thing in the world that I see has suddenly become so beautiful,
so pure and miraculously magical to me. The moment you call me ‘Shona’, I feel
that there could be nothing more soothing to my ears at all. The moment you hug
me I feel there could be nothing more peaceful and heavenly for me, when you
caress my forehead and kiss it I feel there could be nothing more blissful and
romantic. The way your breath caresses my cheeks, the way you softly speak into
my ears ‘hey I love you’ is something I cannot describe in words, but I can
just feel it. I do not want to share this feeling with anyone; I do not want to
be away from you even for a second. You always say I am your life source, but
for me you are the universe to me.” There was a hint of tears in her eyes while
she was saying this. He hugged her immediately. He caressed her cheeks; he held
her face in his palms and placed a very sweet kiss on her lips. Tears rolled
down her eyes. These were tears of happiness, she responded by holding his face
in her palms and again returning that kiss with another kiss. The kiss though
was on the lips but it had romanced the soul. The hug though was of the arms
but it embraced the eternity of their hearts. He wiped her tears. “You know
Shona, I was always alone in my life. I always thought love would never knock
at my door; I have achieved a lot in life and will achieve a lot more in life.
But without you all that would be meaningless. Why should I achieve everything,
all the riches when I won’t have you to enjoy that joy? Why would I achieve
anything if I do not have you with me to feel proud of me? Every time I hug you
I inhale your fragrance in me. I capture your face in my eyes so that until we
meet the next time, I could have your essence in my soul. You make me complete,
you make me the real me. You made me realize in life how beautiful love could
be. You made me a human, all I was doing was earning money and had turned into
a money making machine.” It was his turn to cry now. He shed tears like a baby.
He put his head in her lap. She wiped his tears kissed him and placed his head
back in her lap. She then runs her fingers through his hair. They just gazed
into each other’s eyes. Sometimes it is best not to say a word or write a word
about this. Sometimes it is just amazing to feel it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;">“What would you do if you lose me darling? Just a
hypothetical question?” He asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;">She held her breath for a second looked at him and
hugged him very tight in her arms. “Why do you always make me cry asking me
something like this? Why would I lose you? Tell me, have not been honest with
you or is it that something about me has hurt you? I cannot imagine losing you.
Please don’t put me to those tests even hypothetically.” She was upset. She
turned away from him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;">“Baby I am sorry. Talk to me as your voice is my
heart beat, don’t turn away from me or else I may not survive the turmoil of
this cruel world. I cant live without you and I wont live without you. If I
lose you, I will find you again, I will hug you again and I will love you
again.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;">She turned around to see him still in tears. She hugged
him tight. “If you ever bring this up again I will not be talking to you for
two days. I forgive you for now but you will have to do something for me.” She
said, now a little playful in order to lighten the serious mood. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;">He asked, “What is that I should do for you my
queen?” She smiled a bit, held his ears close to her lips, kissed his ears and
said softly in his ears, “Tell me that you love me, hug me and keep kissing me
till the sun goes down and till the moon goes down, keep making love to me till
the whole eternity falls in love with our love story. Be in my arms till the
whole universe sits back and learns what love is from us. Be mine till the
whole creation sings in glory for us, and the creator himself descends to earth
to bless us with eternal love and togetherness forever. Break all the barriers
today and just don’t enter my embrace but enter my soul. Conquer my heart and
mind and be its king. I give you all the rights over me; behold me in your arms
forever. Darling I love you the most.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;">Something romantic that came to my mind. I have been
writing inspirational and motivational subjects, but today trying my hands on
romance. I hope my words have done justice to the feelings of that person for
whom I am presenting this article before my readers to read. I hope God does
bless all of us with eternal togetherness and love forever <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-7130969903869334312017-04-20T06:58:00.001+05:002017-04-20T06:58:42.355+05:00What is Love? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“So Kunal basically you get my point?
He loves me a lot I can feel it and it is good, because, I mean he is my fiancée
and he loves me, but I still don’t know if I love him, I still don’t understand
what love is and I still don’t know if I love him why do I love him.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I was sitting with a friend the other
day discussing some jitters she was having before her marriage. She was happily
engaged to a guy who fell for her after they got engaged and she was having
mixed feelings of happiness and awkwardness. In my career as a counselor I have
come across many cases of wedding jitters, this one came to me at the exact
moment when I was not able to find some answers to questions in my thought
process. So it was both a counseling session for her and for me as well. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I am happy that at least you are
taking the effort to understand what you feel for him. Many would discard the
thought just by thinking chalta hai na ab woh karta hai pyaar toh thik hai big
deal husband hai hone waala pyaar karna farz hai uska (its ok if he loves me he
is my husband to be so it is his duty to love me.) But you at least see the
efforts the guy is putting and also want to respond which really is good. But
what I don’t understand is why you are tensed when it comes to love. It is no
rocket science. I can explain it to you. We can also find out if you love him
or no and for what reason. But first I am feeling a little lazy so get up help
me in the kitchen to make some good tea.” I said. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Back in the kitchen she told me to
sit down and she would make the tea. She slowly collected all the stuff to make
a good masala tea. I am lucky my friends know how I like my tea. While she was
collecting ingredients, I started my session of counseling again. “So imagine
love as this tea that you are making. You first collect all the correct
ingredients. First you get the tea powder the main ingredient. The main
ingredient in love is the craving, the craving to be with that person, the
feeling that when you are with this person you are happy, there is a natural
glow on your face and you tend to fly high in your attitude and your existence.”
I said. She looked at me and said, “Your brain is rotting Kunal, these are
obvious things everyone knows that this is love, come on Mr. Miracle Maker
create some magic with words in your brain.” <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Jumping to conclusions is a very
pathetic flaw we both have my friend. In my case I will work on it. In your case
be patient and listen for now. This main ingredient is not love at all.” I
responded to her challenge. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She now looked confused. “I am all
ears I am sure now that I have challenged your brain you will get something
out. Go on.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“So the main ingredients at disposal
with all the other things like the masala, milk, cardamom you collect
everything at one place, in love all this is bought to the table by both the
parties involved. They bring their egos, they bring their knowledge, attitude,
salary figures, cars, dressing sense, looks, voice, etc but above all they
bring their fears to the table. They bring their tears to the table. Everyone
has tears some show them some don’t. They bring their inner soul to the table.
Now lets continue making that tea. Switch on the burner and put the water to
boil” I said. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She did that, “This water my friend
is the binding factor of love, this factor is communication, the more clean
and clear it is the more better, when
the water boils it actually makes the aroma of tea even better which refreshes
our senses. The great communication between the two deep, intense and also
penetrating, one which enters the soul not just the heart, is that boiling
water, let it boil because the more it boils the more better it will be. Now we
add the tea powder, the main ingredient. This main ingredient is the natural
refresher, two people different from each other, with different thought
processes, bringing so many things to the table. Then entering into a boiling
hot communication, strangely this is where actually love starts to unwind its
arms. Now we add the other ingredient, Milk. The milk is the purity and surety you
look for. If the milk is not good in quality or taste the tea will not be
tasty. Similarly if the purity of feelings is genuine and true and the surety
from both is concrete the tea of love is gonna be amazing. Slowly when the milk
blends in the tea powder, we add sugar. Sugar is all the understanding and
mostly all the sweetness that comes in. Both do gestures for each other not out
of compulsion but because by this time, both are so much on each other’s mind
that they literally feel like knowing that whether the other one is safe, whether
he or she has had lunch properly or no. Whether they have reached home safely
or no and above all even they would have spent the whole day together, that
feeling of missing their physical presence when they are not around that
sweetness.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The tea was ready. I poured it in
cups and we had a sip. “Kunal tea never sounded so beautiful to me before.
Seriously man this is unique. So yes whatever you said that sweetness and all,
I feel for him genuinely and also I feel happy having him around.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I smiled and said, “My friend you are
already drinking a hot cup of love. Congratulations you love your fiancée. I am
very happy for both of you. I hope you also know the reason now why you love
him.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She blushed now and said “Yes I know
why I love him. Kunal I feel like texting him right away man.” <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I smiled, “Go ahead do it. He will be
the happiest man. Make his day beautiful and make your day a memory today.” <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She texted him and asked me, “Has
someone asked you why you love her, I am pretty sure you gave some amazing explanation
picking up something around. You rarely tell us friends anything, do you also
have those shivers and jitters. Tell me Kunal has she asked you why you love
her and yes do what are your feelings.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I literally laughed, “We are here to
counsel you not know my story, and basically I don’t have a story yet. So there
is nothing to discuss. And yes as you rightly put it across I will never be
sharing it with anyone.” <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yaar wedding gift samajh k thoda sa
toh bata na dekh chali jaane waali hu main US forever k liye nai khaaungi tera
dimaag uske baad please bata na (Just answer the question as a wedding gift to
me, if nothing much just a little, I am getting married and going to the US
forever, I will not come to bug you again.)” she was now trying to play the
emotional card on me. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Do not be so melodramatic now, fine
will just share a small part, yes I was asked recently why I love her, why am I
so confident about my feelings for her, at that very moment, of course I was
out of words, for obvious reasons that I was just staring at her and not
focusing on anything at all so whatever answer I provided at that very moment
was kind of boring and simple. It was not my magic of words speaking, but today
while counseling you, I came across my reasons, I love her because she
refreshes my life, she brings that aroma to it of being happy, She gets that
purity to the table where in blend in completely, that boiling communication
that I have with her it is the most beautiful words that I have ever spoken in
life, may be they were just simple words I did not play with words but they
directly penetrated the soul. I wish I could sit right in front of her and tell
her these words, but now it will not be that beautiful now because the heat of
the moment has passed. But yes it is something strange which I have never
experienced before and hence it is even more beautiful.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She was staring at me, “Man you
seriously love her a lot. I wish I could see her before I go to the US. But we
all know you won’t introduce her to us.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I smiled, I was happy my friends love
me so very much, But my track record has always been bad when it comes to love,
“ I don’t know what may happen what may not happen, I do not know if things
will work out, all I know is I will not change, I will be happy for whatever
beautiful feeling I could enjoy with her. But yes if things do not work out….”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Come on Kunal this is not done man. Don’t
even think about it man please please.” She wanted to cut down the negative
thought that could have arised in my mind. She hugged me. “You know when I go
to the US I am seriously gonna miss our conversations.” She smiled. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I bid her good bye and sat down to
write this article. Sometimes we counselors seriously come across to our
answers through our clients. I remembered I had kept the cup of tea aside. I am
tea enthusiast could not let my tea wait. Could not let love wait. I want to tell my readers, Love is a
beautiful thing, never be scared of it, never ever run away from it, let it
happen because it is human nature to love someone, there will be a lot of issues
no doubt, but then anything beautiful never comes easy. If you are dedicated
enough in life to be happy then the sorrow of a heart break will not scare you
at all. Do not think of the end result, you are not entitled to create it, its
not your job. God has been designated that post, but if it has knocked on your
door welcome it inside with a warm heart. Do not expect the other person to
love they may not, do not impose yourself on them, yes of course show them you
love them, then leave it there, do not irritate them. Let them remember you for
the love you had for them and not for the irritation that you gave them. Walk
away if you feel you may irritate them. Walk away when you still have that
dignity intact. It will not be difficult. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I pray that every person seeking
their dream today finds it, every person seeking happiness finds it, I pray
that no one ever needs a counselor, but if they do I pray the pain is not
excruciating. With this I sign off for the next few months. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-84551915283885417092017-03-05T17:35:00.003+05:002017-03-05T17:36:52.568+05:00Death:Foe or Friend? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i><u><span style="font-family: "aharoni"; font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Death:Foe or Friend?<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Being a freelance counselor, gives you a lot of
chances to experience different kind of pains without actually facing the
situations. I am often consulted for grief counseling. Grief, a small word, has
a huge and varied impact, on different individuals, experiencing it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I never visit hospitals to meet the ill or do not go
to funerals to pay my respects to the deceased. I cannot be trusted with my
words there because I get scared at these two places. As a child I have had a
tough time seeing my dad in hospital and my mother crying every day. That
memory has given birth to a phobia in my brain towards hospitals. Funerals are
the last place anyone would want me to be at. An imaginary brain that is
addicted to finding laughter in every essence of life is the most pathetic
asset someone would want to carry to a funeral. However, my problem is I cannot
detach this asset whatsoever. I would not be surprised if I do not attend my
own funeral for the fear of laughing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Life often has this habit of mocking you. With life
you can be sure it knows your deepest secrets and it will tease you on your
most horrifying fears. I am the favorite opponent life chooses to go for a
battle with I guess. Never in my age of 31 years has life ever gone soft on me.
This time it decided to mock my fear of hospitals and my avoidance of funeral
both simultaneously. A close friend called in. She had her father admitted to
the hospital and he was in a critical condition. She was crying on the phone
and it was pitiful. I reluctantly decided to drag myself into this knowing that
the consequences could be bad for me. I decided to keep my mouth shut during my
presence there so that I do not land up hurting sentiments or speaking anything
that could affect my friend or her family. Can someone imagine that a writer
can be bad at choosing his words and can land up into huge issues with his near
and dear ones because of the unwise sequencing of his words? Rarely that happens.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I reached the hospital. I inquired about the room in
which my friend’s father had been admitted to and immediately went to that
room. She was crying. I held her in my arms consoled her. I gave her assurance
that nothing negative would happen and that her father will be hale and hearty
soon. This I could do out of common human courtesy I had learnt back home from
my mother and father. After sometime I went to talk to the doctor to know about
the situation. The doctor greeted me with a bad news that her father was on the
ventilator and would not last the night. I was sad and also terrified as to how
would I break this news to her? The last thing I would want to do is carry the
burden to break such news to someone close to me. I sat down in the lobby on a
bench. I was trying to compose myself so that I could confront my friend and
tell her the truth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It had been 15 minutes. I had shut my eyes and was
in deep thought. It was late in the night. The lobby was practically vacant.
There were just a few lights on. Suddenly I opened my eyes to see a beautiful
woman sitting next to me. She was looking at me and smiling. I did not know the
woman. I was also surprised to my luck that a beautiful woman is sitting next
to me and smiling. However, this would be the most pathetic time to flirt with
someone. That woman smiled even more. I was now having mixed reactions. I was
annoyed on one hand with two things at hand one the news and second the smile
of this woman. I was also freaked out as to who this woman was and why was she
sitting next to me? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Don’t worry. You don’t know me. We have never met.
Yes it will be the most pathetic time to flirt with me. Frankly, flirting with
me would be injurious to health.” She said. I was now totally freaked out.
Forget being annoyed I was horrified now. I had heard rumors about ghosts
moving around in hospitals but I always ignored the factor because of rational
thinking. However, here I was sitting next to one. She again said, “No I am not
a ghost but I know what you are thinking. Well it is no rocket science or
magic, I have this skill of reading people’s expressions and knowing what they
are thinking. So relax do not be scared. I am not going to eat you” she
giggled. I thought maybe she is here for some patient. “Yes I am here for a
patient.” She said. “Ok! Now can you please stop this? This mind reading thing
of yours is annoying me. I am already in a dilemma of my own. You please go and
accompany the patient you are here for.” I said with a pinch of anger. “I will
go to the patient too, but first I wanted to speak to you. You are Kunal
Patrawala right. You are a writer I have read your work. I often visit your
blog. I am impressed by your logic about God, life and other aspects of human
existence. I must say I am a fan.” Well,
I do not know about others but when I get a compliment about my work I become
pretty happy and the person who has complimented me becomes my best friend for
life. Writing is a tough job. You have
1000s of critics out there. Some are genuine the others are self-proclaimed grammar
Nazis as Twitter defines them. However, for a writer every critic converted to
a fan is like winning the 3<sup>rd</sup> world war. So now I was getting a bit
comfortable with this woman knowing that she has read my work. All I could
analyze is that maybe she is a regular reader of mine and now she is in need of
counseling as she knows I am a counselor. So I asked her, “So you are here with
a patient?” She looked at me smiled and said, “Yes I have come to take him
home.” I now could gather that she is going to wait till morning and will finish
the formalities of discharge and then take the man home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">There was silence for some time and then she asked, “You
are worried as to how will you break this news to your friend that her father
will not last the night right?” I was
surprised but then again remembered she had skills. To me this was not
surprising people having such skills. Every human has this skill all it needs
is to train your mind to see the unspoken words in between the expressions and
everyone can accurately analyze the thoughts of any other individuals. Most of
the top notch spies use these techniques and also psychiatrists and
psychologists. I said, “Yes indeed. She is a close friend and a very dear one
to me. Breaking this news to her would be hurting her the most. I cannot do
that. It is very difficult for me to do this. I do not know what to do?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“The perception of death is so misunderstood and misinterpreted
by humans that that they make friends with fear and wage a war on death using
false and fake weapons like the ventilators and medicines. Death is a concept
that is inevitable and which will romance you so truly that even life itself
will be jealous to lose you to death. Life is so pathetic it gives you so
little in the terms of happiness and so much more in terms of trauma. Death on
the other hand frees you from the illusions of life, relations and all the
sorrow attached to it. Death romances only you and does not adulterate its
feelings for you. Life on the other hand becomes a teacher, a mother, a lover,
a friend and keeps changing to alternative realities conning you into believing
that it is teaching you something. The lessons of life are never ending and
they just keep on coming and coming. In the end you lay down as a corpse, all
those lessons gone down to the drains and of no use to you anymore. What is the
point of all this?” She said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Bravo! Well said. However, it is painful for the
kith and kin to lose a family member. They will never have the chance to spend
time with the deceased nor will they be able to love them anymore. They will
not have that meal once more with them or sing that song they loved again.
Life, though and adulterator gives a chance to do all this and any rational
human would take this chance. Death takes this all away. Though inevitable
death is always avoided and is never spoken of or rejoiced. Life on the other
hand is rejoiced and is enjoyed for all its sorrows and happiness. The lessons
life imparts playing different roles are important to every human who
understands them, because when he lays down in the end as corpse he knows there
was nothing left for him to do or to achieve life gave away all to him. So that
when lays down waiting to start this new affair with death, he knows he will
not miss anything. He will depart content that he is going out leaving a legacy
of knowledge, wealth and happiness behind. His jokes will be shared, his
laughter will be contagiously remembered and his act of living life will be
embraced by many. Every human is born as a raw material to a master piece and
leaves the world a brilliant chronicle of events. So that when he meets his
creator he can share those chronicles and the creator could enjoy the movie
sitting back and creating more such miracles. Hence it is a burden to disclose
such news to the closest of the kin.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She smiled, “You really have a way with words. I am
impressed. But Kunal, Death is not all that bad. It is just the beginning of
yet another journey. You say that the soul could meet its creator to share the
chronicles of life but how can it be possible if the soul does not befriend death
and does not kiss her lips with all the love in his heart. Death is the most
beautiful event. It should also be rejoiced by the humans as they rejoice life.
Death gives a chance to start a new. Every soul descends into a new life but
that life is not possible without death. To befriend life you have to fall in
love with death first. To embrace life you have to kiss death. To live for
years you have to die once at least.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Amazing, Tell me are you a writer or a poetess. I
mean such in depth perception about death. It is just beautiful. People can be
easily conned into believing that death is a friend and not a foe. However, I am
right now not going to romance death. I am also not going to befriend death.
All I want to do is give this news to my friend.” I said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You just befriend death Kunal. Let alone
befriending you tried to sell life to her.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“What the hell?” I said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hi, I never introduced myself. I am Death.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I was scared now. “Hello, Ms. Death” I said with a
shivering voice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She laughed, “Relax, I am not here for you, at least
not yet. You still have to sell a lot to people regarding life. You still have
a lot of people to counsel and practice a lot of funeral speeches, without
laughing of course.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I cannot say I was relieved but I was now able to
breathe at normal pace. I mean I was sitting next to death. I had this weird
thought of even flirting with her. I seriously was telling myself that I had
huge mental issues and should soon consult a psychiatrist. However the very
next moment I was sad. We humans bewilder the complete thought process of
destiny by harnessing the power of hope in the most hopeless of times. The doctor
had told me that my friend’s father will not last the night, still I was hoping
that he may survive some miracle may happen. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She smiled at me tapped me on my shoulder and said, “Relax,
I am not here for him either. You can go and tell your friend he will survive.
The doctors have miscalculated. Besides he is not that handsome so I do not
feel like romancing him as yet. I am here for some other patient. Kunal, I am
not a foe; I am a friend who will come to you one day. Hopefully on a day when
you lay down to kiss me and embrace me with nothing missing in your thoughts. Until
then see you darling.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She walked away silently. “Wake up Kunal, its
morning already.” My friend was trying to wake me up. I opened my eyes. She was
standing in front of me with tear of happiness in her eyes. She hugged me and
said, “My dad is fine Kunal. He has survived. You were right nothing negative
happened. Thank you so much Kunal for pushing me towards thinking positive. You
are a sweet heart.” She kissed my cheeks. I was at the hospital with her till
discharge procedures. When I was walking out I saw Death walking out with
another man. She waved at me and smiled and walked away. I just tapped my head
and walked home with a smile on my face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I still am inconclusive as to whether death is a foe
or a friend. I have heard mixed stories about people in grief. Some thank Death
for being so nice to their loved ones because death freed them from sorrow and
suffering yet some curse it because it took away their loved ones. In any which
case I can justify death on one pretext that love is a pathetic thing it just
happens you can never choose who you love. It is the same with death, it does
not choose who it romances, it’s just natural it happens. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In
life I crave for love, <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I
life I crave for hugs,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Life
kept betraying me all the while,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Death
was the one I found love in, <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Death
embraced me with a smile.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">---------------------
Kunal Dhiren Patrawala. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-39547126942724937372016-09-13T15:22:00.000+05:002016-09-13T15:22:12.582+05:00LET THERE BE LIGHT.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;">I was working on a lot of concepts on
what to write. I have not been that honest to my blog in the past few weeks. I
was kind of stuck with a writer’s block. Even though I know it is a common
condition among many writers but, I get pretty upset when I cannot write.</span></i><i><span style="line-height: 115%;">In despair and devastated times
miracles happen. Sometimes, life brings you to some discoveries when you least
expect it to bring you to them. Something similar happened with me. A friend of
mine was suffering from Post- break up stress. I was not able to find any way
to break into her dilemma and get her out of that depression. I had tried many
of my out of the box ideas to get her out of it and I always failed. With ample
time in hand and nothing to write I thought of trying another out of the box
idea to help her. She has a condition called Nyctophobia. Though, not an
extreme condition, but her depression had triggered its symptoms recently. I
thought of using this fear as a weapon to help her.</span></i><i><span style="line-height: 115%;">I packed my backpack and went to her
house. It is a huge villa. I have often been to the place and always have been
mesmerized with the huge architecture it is. I knew this place had a basement.
It was the exact place to try my experiment. However, my friend had never stepped
in the basement owing to her fear of darkness. The basement of this place
though has a light is pretty dark actually. I had to somehow convince her to
step into the basement.</span></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">With depression victims one thing is
always easy, the convincing part. Especially if they are so depressed that they
turn suicidal. So the convincing part was easy. I just told her, “If you really
wanna die then the basement is the best place. I will show you some ideas and
you can die in peace once I leave. Today I am not going to counsel you neither
I would to scold you for thinking about death all the time. Just come with me
to the basement and I will tell you what to do next.” The moment I used the
word death she agreed to it immediately. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">We entered the basement. She was
hesitant, even though she wanted to die. Humans are always reluctant to
overcome their fears even when they wanna die. I took a small stool and sat
down on it. She turned around and asked me, “What next?” I looked at her and
replied, “Just stand there with your eyes closed and do not open them till I
tell you to.” She did as I told. I turned the lights off. I then spoke, “Open
your eyes and find something to kill yourself.” The room was pitch- dark. The
moment she opened her eyes she was scared. She screamed loudly. I told her to
relax calm down and find something. “Kunal what kind of friend are you? I am
not at all in any mood to be a part of your stupid pranks here. You know I am
scared of darkness.” “I know you are scared of darkness, but then why fear it
when you wanna die. Just find something to kill yourself. Go ahead I am not
going to stop you at all. Life is not at all precious to you. Your family, your
friends, me none of us is at all important to you so go ahead kill yourself. I
am just being a good friend and aiding you in it. It would be easy to kill yourself
in the dark because the light will ask your soul that are you ready to die for
a petty reason called love. Love isn’t life, but you have to love your life. So
go ahead kill yourself.” “Kunal please turn on the lights I cannot see a single
thing here. Please I beg you. You are my friend.” She was now crying. “I am
your friend. I will always help you, but not here. This basement is like your
life. You store everything here, the memories, unwanted events, your childhood
and your tears. You have turned this life into darkness. Only you can switch on
the light here. I cannot switch on the light. You are the one who knows where
the switch is so go ahead and switch it on. You know exactly why your life is
dark and you know where the switch is, the only problem with you is that you
want to use the petty reason like a broken heart to lay around like a lazy
person and let there be darkness. Hearts break, people walk away and it does
hurt, but you cannot turn off the lights forever. There is a purpose to each
life and till the purpose is fulfilled no one dies. I am not going to switch on
the light. Find the switch. Think deeply where it lies.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">She kept struggling in the dark,
crying and stumbling upon things. I was a little worried. Did not want my
friend to injure herself, but I had to do it for her to be alive again. I had
to give her that kick on her ass to be back on her track. This was my way of
giving that kick. She kept on crying and begging to me again and again to
switch on the light but I silently sat on the stool. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">After sometime I could not hear her
crying. She spoke, “I loved him a lot Kunal. I was so much into him that I have
never imagined life without him ever. What will I do without him?” “You will
live.” was all I replied. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">There was silence again. She then
said, “Kunal it is not that easy.” “Yeah right, as if I have never been on that
lane before. Nothing is easy in life at first; soon you learn it and master it
in a manner that you become an example. You will master it but for that you
have to take the effort. No one among us can do that for you. I loved someone a
lot. I could have bargained the last drop of blood in veins with God to get her
happiness if the need be. I always worked hard to get happiness on her face. I
used to make up jokes out of all my serious and tensed situations everyday just
to make her laugh. I never let her know even a bit of the difficulty I went through
in life because all I wanted her to see is that smile on my face and that
laughter in my spirit. She walked away. She broke that small universe that I
had created around her. And you know what happened next? I became depressed. I
lost friends. I lost my charm. I forgot that I was Kunal; I forgot the promise
I had made to myself, and that I will never give up on life. My family was hurt
because of my sadness. I lost everything precious to me. I had switched off the
lights and started blaming God, my destiny and myself for everything.” There
was silence again. “Then, how did you get out of it, Kunal who helped you?” She
asked “No one. As I told you no one does. I just stood up and switched on the
lights in my life. I knew I had that switch somewhere. I just found it and
turned it on. I took up all my passions and romanced them; they made me a new
human being all together. I again stood up from the ground, dusted myself and
started walking again. Do it. Find your passions. Find your dreams again. If
not him there will be someone else to share them with and he will be happier to
be with you. Create that magic that you have within you and show yourself that
nothing can put you down my friend, nothing at all. When you frown to the
mirror the mirror will frown back at you, try giving a smile and even better
try laughing out loud and you will see the difference. Life is the same my
friend.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">She was again struggling to walk in
the darkness of the basement. She found the switch and turned on the light. I
was now smiling. “So you see finding the switch was easy. Isn’t it?” She saw me
sitting right at the side of the switch and smiling. “You idiot, you were
sitting so close to the switch why didn’t you switch on the lights.” She said. “Well,
I told you it is not my job to do that. It is yours and with me you can always
be sure there would be pranks and practical jokes.” We both had a hearty laugh
and she hit me playfully. I hugged her and said, “Welcome back to the light my
friend. Just remember whenever you again relapse or think there is darkness try
finding the switch. The switch is always there. Turn on the light and let there
be light.” She smiled at me. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Really just turn on the switch and
let there be light. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Signing off ------------ The Miracle
Maker (Kunal Dhiren Patrawala) </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-41245034375072558012016-07-16T14:30:00.004+05:002016-07-16T14:30:51.633+05:00THE BUMPY RIDE THEORY <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;"><b>The Bumpy Ride Theory.<o:p></o:p></b></span></u></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>“So Kunal you are saying that you can simplify
things and explain it to my brother if he is a biker.” One of my friends had
come to seek me as a counselor for her brother. She asked me this question. “Yes.
If he is a biker I can explain stuff to him more easily. This way I can help
him give up on negative thoughts and depressed feelings. I can relate to him
more being a biker myself.” She looked at me and smiled. She knew I had a knack
to simplify stuff and put it into brains of people using normal day to day
examples. “When I thought about getting him counseled by you I always knew I
was doing the right thing.” She complimented. “I prefer being humble about
this. I help because I can, but I am human too sometimes I have my lows too and
I too need someone to cheer me up. However, I will come to your house tomorrow in
the morning and hopefully I get through your brother and help him.” <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>The next morning I was at her place with my bike the
Bajaj Avenger. It actually makes you feel like God. I finished the initial
formal greetings and regards with her parents and then asked her brother if he
would be interested in joining me for a bike ride. People who have rode the
hilly regions of Lonavala and that too in the rainy season know that it is an
amazing ride. The fog caresses your face and the cold wind refreshes your
brains. He being a biker could not pass the offer. We both hit the road in no
time. I offered him to ride. He was very fond of my bike. Of course that was
the plan, letting him ride. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>The ride started with a normal stroll around the
town and then I told him to head towards an uneven road that led to another
trail in the hills. At first he said it would be a boring ride but then he
agreed. He rode towards that trail and every now and then we had to slow down
as the road was not that good. At some points of the road we literally had to
drag the bike out of potholes and then start riding again. I told him do pay
very deep attention to everything that happens on this trail and I will ask you
something about it later. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>We reached to a small roadside tea shack and I told
him to pull over. We got down ordered some tea and sat on the bench outside.
Looking at the scenic view we sipped our cutting chai. “So did you pay attention
to everything on the road that we came by?” I asked him. “Yes pretty much. But
I still do not understand what was so special about it that you asked me to pay
detailed attention to it?” I smiled. I wanted him to ask this question. “The
road my friend was a personification of your complete life. It has taught you a
lot subconsciously. It has given you everything you need to know about life and
why it is so bad and brutal.” He looked at me a little quizzical about
everything. I spoke “The road had many potholes. So what did we do? Did we give
up or did we continue?” “We continued.” He said. “Life too has many potholes,
many bumpy points and many dangerous turns in it. We do not give up. That is
the golden rule. Lot will happen in the course of life but if you want to reach
beautiful destinations like these then you have to keep going. When you reach
such a destination there will be peace and relaxation and self-contentment in
you.” I said. “But life is very difficult it always puts us to issues we are
never ready for. We are humans we get sad and depressed. Heart breaks and
emotions make us vulnerable to depression. How do we tackle that? Does this
bumpy ride theory of yours explain that?” I smiled, I was happy I found a name
for this theory. He had given an apt title for this piece of mine. “Yes it
does. Whenever you go for long rides, like I know, last year you travelled to
Ladakh on bike, did you go on non-stop without taking rest?” I asked. “No we
made stops there were many things. Sometimes the weather was not good and
sometimes someone’s bike broke down and some even had to return back. But I
finally made it to Ladakh.” He said with a sense of pride in his voice. “Exactly
my point bro. Life is a long ride. There are no plans as to which route you
select hence you are never prepared as to what will come next. But remember, getting
sad is ok, it is not a crime, sometimes even getting depressed is fine, but
that is not the end. That is just the rest you take when life takes too much of
a toll. Only the ones who are strong enough to go on will make it to the Ladakh
of Life and only they will feel this sense of pride of living a beautiful and
adventurous life. Remember you can get depressed it is ok not a crime, but if
you want to die depressed then it is the crime of the highest cruelty on your
own self. Extend your hand and life is ready to hold you and take you to new
destinations, sit and cry and life will send you back home.” He smiled. I knew
he had understood what I wanted to exactly tell him. We had another cup of tea
and then rode back. Only this time I had the chance to ride. Of course I am
biker who loves his bike and would always want to have bumpy rides. </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-5250023268879744732016-05-19T21:01:00.000+05:002016-05-19T21:01:04.633+05:00Befriending Death…<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">One
of my efforts to put down a short story I hope my readers like it. I have
always written positive stuff and always have inspired people. As a hobby I
have always tried and understood human behavior and what pains and emotions a
human being goes through in various situations. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Today
I have tried to understand the thought process of a person who is in loneliness
and approaches his death, an early death. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">They
were sitting somewhere in the mountains of an unknown land. It had been a long
and tiring journey. However, he, the human, looked energetic and all enthusiastic.
He was very happy about the journey and the ultimate destination he was going
to be at. His fellow traveller, also his captor, Death seemed tired. “Tell me
human, how can you not regret meeting me? How can you not fear me? How can you
not beg to live one more day?” The human smiled at this. Death had been trying
all different ways to get the human to say something but all he did was smile
and laugh throughout the road. At intervals he shared small incidents from his
life which made even death laugh heartily. He befriended death sharing all
those incidents. Death hardly knew that all those incidents were actually not
funny at all. They were incidents of deepest hurt and sorrow the human went
through but he still made jokes out of them. The human also spoke a lot about
how he wanted to one day meet death and make it laugh and how his dream today
had come true. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
human said in a firm voice, “My dear friend, I do not trust anyone or anything now.
So first deliver me to the final destination as promised and I will reveal the
secrets of my smile and laughter.” Death agreed to this. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
next day they started the journey again. The human accidently fell on a rock.
To Death’s surprise he laughed out loud. He stood up dusting himself and
laughing and asked Death, “Did you see that? Wasn’t it funny? I mean I am dying
for sure and I still fall.” <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Death
just looked at him all confused. Finally, after a lot of turmoil they reached
the final destination. The human sat down at the gates. Death told him, “Many
come to this point and beg and give up on me. Many sit here and cry and sob.
Many ask for forgiveness of sins. What is your reason to sit down here at the
gates? Are you scared now?” The human
laughed again. He said without a single hint of fear or a single drop of tear
in his eye, “Come sit by me my friend I need to answer your questions. You may
have forgotten our bargain but I have not. I will answer your questions first
and only then will enter the gates. I do not want to leave anything pending. So
come and sit by me my friend.” Death sat at his side. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
human took a deep breath looked down at his life and then said “Death,
throughout the road I was laughing and cracking jokes. I made you laugh and I
befriended you. All my life I did that. I laughed and made laugh. The moment my
laughter had taken away all the sorrow and tears I walked away from people. I
met new people to make them laugh. I sat with them shared their bread and
bought their sorrow. Some said you are a fool you are charging nothing in
return. Yes I have been a fool it is true but it was out of choice. All I
wanted was to sit and laugh and mock life because she mocked me right in the
face at many instances. When all my dreams were broken, when everyone I loved
walked away, when I was so jostled up that I had no guts to love any further
and I was scared to say that I loved, my life sat and laughed at me. My tears
meant nothing to her. I decide to one day mock her by befriending you and
leaving her with a smile on my face and confidence in my heart. So I do not
fear you. I do not sob because I have no one left behind who would miss me. I
belong to a class of people who are never missed. People immediately replace us
and forget us. I am not important to anyone. If you look down the valley you
will not see even a single ant praying for me or begging God to bring me back
to life. Whom should I sob for? What should I beg for? I have taken memories
from everyone. I have not left memories for anyone. I have taken her smiles in
my eyes; however I know she does not even remember my face. I have taken the
sweetness and cuteness of the kids with me but I know they will grow up and get
busy they will forget me. So I am not sobbing. Why would you think I would ask
for forgiveness of my sins? I do not want to be reborn or I do not want to have
an easy path. So I do not ask for forgiveness or beg to back. Now take me away
to wherever you want I will laugh again and again as I want to mock life again
and again. "<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-82632187320027956292016-04-23T21:35:00.004+05:002016-04-23T21:35:54.972+05:00THE RECIPE OF LIFE <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The recipe of life<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Being
a foody I always relate stuff to food. Also, this has something to do with my
gujju hormones you see. I have similarly related life to the most delicious
dish I have ever had in my existence on planet earth. Some do not value the
taste and aroma of this dish and consider it to be bitter and not tasty and
then use a sauce named suicide to further destroy this beautiful and delicious
dish. Life is a dish that is never served as expected and it is never going to
taste the same for all. But the recipe for making it tasty can be the same for
all. Yes a recipe for life. No I have not gone crazy, in fact many of us use
this recipe and we do not even know it. So I am going to tell you step by step
the complete recipe to it. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></i><!--[endif]--><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
first step is simple. Just like you sort out wheat grains and remove dirt
particles from it, remove all the dirt particles from the basic dough of life.
The dough actually comprises of family,
friends, lovers, ex-lovers, failed relations and feelings, depression arising
from failure in exams, career and other important things, happiness of
achieving stuff, happiness of being in love itself, happiness of playing with a
toddler, and many such good things too. Now sort out the bad particles and
throw them out. Remember this is going to be difficult but if you have tried
sorting out wheat grains you will find this much easier and fun. In fact
sorting wheat grains is even tougher I have tried it. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">2.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></i><!--[endif]--><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Now
that you have the pure dough of life in your hand do not let it dry, pour
determination, dedication and laughter in it. Laughter is the most important
ingredient. It is easily available in funny movies, jokes and pranks. You will
have to deliberately do this stuff to extract the laughter essence from it. Now
that you have the laughter essence, pour it as much as you like. Laughter is
also recommended by doctors so the health freaks do not worry just pour it all
in. After mixing laughter add taste enhancers like travelling, exploring,
learning new things, new adventures, new skills and also curiosity towards
something new and positive. All this can be added as per your taste and
likings. The taste enhancers will give a good texture to the aroma of life. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">3.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></i><!--[endif]--><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Now,
that you have mixed taste enhancers and laughter you will need to now rest it
for a while till it boils up to some tears, yes tears are important. This
mixture should release tears as this will make life soft and light. Tears will
further release the unwanted gases in life called sadness, depression and
tensions. Once tears are released the dough will become light and soft. Now
heat it on efforts for a small period of time till you get a sweet aroma. That
aroma is acceptance. Remember acceptance is the most important stage in this
dish. If you do not get the aroma of acceptance it means the dish will not be
tasty. Once you get the aroma of acceptance inhale and enjoy it because there
is no other joy in the world than inhaling acceptance. This will set your mind
free and also enhance your taste buds towards whatever life tastes further on. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">4.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></i><!--[endif]--><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Now,
slowly stir this dough with happiness, positive thoughts, dreams of career and
a better life, past achievements and new goals and a lot of love from family
and friends. Remember if you do not put in love from family and friends all the
efforts of mixing laughter will be vain because then laughter will not enhance
the taste at all. So love from family and friends is important allow it to
enter your recipe of life it will make it taste better do not lock yourself in
a shell, if you have inhaled the aroma of acceptance well enough you do not
have to worry these things with family and friends will automatically fall in
place. Many decide to inhale the aroma of acceptance as the first step but the
problem is they do not know that to inhale it you need to laugh first, laughter
will make you strong enough to inhale that aroma of acceptance. Now along with
this stirring will come the stage of forgiveness and amends in this dish, yes
mix forgiveness you seek from others and amends you make with others into this
dish. When you add these it will release out more tears and hence giving it
more of a good texture. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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</span></span></i><!--[endif]--><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
fifth step is easy. Let it cool down and keep watching it till it blows up into
a nice a fluffy bread kind of a thing. Now add inspiration to it. Just like laughter
inspiration is an important ingredient. Yes you can add inspiration in the
initial stages too. Just like laughter inspiration is also not harmless to the
body so you can add it as much as you like. There are two kinds of inspirations
available in the stores. One is the negative inspiration that could make life
bitter and lead you to sauces like suicide, drugs and crime which will make
life taste bitter and the other positive inspiration which consists of loving
your own self and your own health, loving your family and friends, dreaming big
to do something amazing and creative and helpful in life, taking efforts to
become a better human in mental, physical, spiritual and principle aspects.
Choose the positive one as it will make life taste sweet which will lead you to
look more beautiful/handsome, gain praises, earn more money to enjoy more
luxuries and fun moments like family outings and trip to that favorite water
park or theme park. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">And
just like that taaaddda the dish of life is ready. Suicide and depression is a
sauce that will ruin your taste. Let someone in talk to your mom or dad they
will initially be angry but they will understand. Remember they love you the
most in the whole world, despite of the arguments or anger you are still that
small little toddler baby to them. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I
was once asked why do not worship God and why I do not want anything from him?
I replied ‘God is very far away and for him to deliver my goods will take time.
I have the hands of my parents on my head so I guess I do not need God. Because
I believe God is employed by my parents to keep me happy. So if I can directly
talk to the boss and get my stuff done why should I bother praising the employee?’
there will be times when the bosses would be angry that they do not even want
to hear you. In such situations do as you do in government offices, bribe the
employee to reach to the bosses. So bribe God with prayers to reach to parents.
World is a beautiful place and there is a lot to see and explore. Do not end
your lives just petty idiotic reasons. Yes every reason is petty and idiotic
when you sit and admire the miracle called life and the things you can achieve
by setting yourself free from sadness depression and tears. Make it a habit to
think that depression, sadness and suicides are an abuse and you will not stand
these abuses associated with your name and existence. If someone calls you
depressed or sad make a habit to think that it is an insult. No human should be
depressed or sad. I get angry when someone calls me sad. Do not insult life,
but make it so precious that even death gets addicted to you being alive. Do
not give up so easily, in fact let it become harder and you emerge as a
champion in the end. Life is precious; honor it by creating a miracle and not
giving up. There would a lot of people unfortunate than you compare your life
to theirs and see how better your life is. Remember you are the key to
everything and without you nothing will exist. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 18.6667px; line-height: 21.4667px;">NOTE: The steps to the recipe can vary from person to person but the ingredients should not. </span></i></span></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-59172858897276306022016-03-02T12:07:00.000+05:002016-03-02T12:07:04.844+05:00The Key to Choose.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I
was sitting in the hotel lobby when I overheard a group of people discussing on
the stuff called “Arranged Marriage”. I was intently trying to listen. I could
hear only bits and pieces of the complete conversation. Being a relationship
counselor and a writer I had to know the views of people on this hot topic of
“Arranged Marriage”. The first girl said she was not sure how to go about an
arranged marriage system as she is always confused about choosing stuff in
life. Yet another boy said he did not believe in the system of arranged
marriage and will never marry a stranger. I could relate to this stuff as I too
had the same inhibitions some time back before I developed “The Key to Choose”
theory. I stood up and approached them. I introduced myself first and then
said, “So you guys are having problems with the arranged marriage stuff is
it?” They said yes they had a lot of
problems regarding the issue and they were pressurized by their parents to get
married soon as they had already come to the threshold of the age of marriage.
I heard intently to the problems and told them I could offer a solution. They
said they would love to know about the solution. I told them to meet me in the
hotel lobby after half hour. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">After
going to my room I changed into a more comfortable attire of a black t-shirt
and blue jeans. I directly went to the lobby after having a cup of tea in my
room. I could see the group already waiting there for me. I took a seat in the
middle of everyone and gave one glance at everyone. One of the girls spoke, “So
you say you have a solution. What is the solution?” I took a deep breath before
I could speak. “The solution is very simple. However the solution varies according
to gender. So I will first start with the boys then will come to the girls. For
boys choosing a girl for marriage is exactly similar to choosing a car.”
Everyone looked puzzled at me. The girls thought I meant disrespect. However, I
had no intention of any disrespect or joke here. I actually believed that
choosing the right girl for marriage is just like choosing a perfect car for
you. One of the boys asked me, “How can choosing a girl for marriage be as
simple as choosing a car?” I was ready with the answer, “Tell me, what you take
into consideration while buying a car for you?” “I first see if I like the
model’s make and shape, then I check for the engine make, whether the engine is
powerful or not, then I </span><span style="line-height: 18.4px;">inquire</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> about the fuel efficiency, then the price. If I
cannot afford it in price or I do not like one or the other feature I either
ask for a modification or decide to buy another model.” He said. “Well, you
have answered your previous question yourself, haven’t you?” I said with a
cunning smile on my face. He still looked puzzled. “When we go to see a girl
for marriage the first thing that comes to our minds is her looks, the figure,
the hair, the face. This is exactly like looking at a car and its model. The
visual appeal is most important. If you are sure you are not even 10% attracted
to the girl in case of her looks then you have already made your decision haven’t
you? So just like you don’t want an ugly car you don’t want an ugly wife. Then
you spoke about the engine, in my opinion a woman’s character and her strong
will and confident aura is what draws man’s attention and then furthermore these
attributes make the man fall in love with her. So if the car engine is not
strong or not well built you disregard the car. In the same manner if the woman’s
character is not strong or is not well groomed you disregard the woman. Isn’t it
simple?” They were now having a small hint of a smile on their faces. “Now,
coming to fuel efficiency, if the car is not fuel efficient we do not buy it. Relating
this to choosing the girl for marriage, the point would be to see if the girl
is supportive, will she be there with you forever or she will ditch you at the
first hint of troubles in life. Will she comfort you in the long years of life
to come ahead and give her 100% attention n, love and care and be loyal to you
or will she not be able to hold up to your expectations. Will she look after
your family and share responsibility. This would be the co-relation of fuel
efficiency with the topic at hand. Furthermore, the price is the most important
governing factor. Let me tell you very practically we don’t buy a car if it
very expensive. Similarly, if you know you know you earn say 50,000/- per month
and the girl has huge expectations. She just wants branded stuff and wants only
foreign trips for vacations and wants you to gift her jewelry on every small or
big occasion then my friend it is very clear you are not going to afford her.
So you will not decide to marry her. If you do then remember you will have to
keep paying EMI’s in to the banks and here I mean it literally taking loans to
satisfy her needs and expectations. Compromise in an arranged marriage is like
a unsaid rule. You will ask for modifications in the features of a car if you
do not like some features, well you can ask the same to a girl whether she will
be able to adjust to your surroundings, whether she will be able to handle
stuff with you regarding family matters or no. Finally there will be certain
aspects where you will let go certain negative aspects and marry her hence either
making compromises on both ends or shall I say making modifications or asking
for modifications and vice versa. It is that simple. This is the key to choose
my friend.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The
guys looked puzzled but slowly the quizzical looks turned into looks of content
and ease. “What is the key to choose for us girls?” The same girl who spoke
earlier asked me the question. “Well for girls it’s like investing in an
insurance policy. Now you tell me what things you consider while getting an
insurance policy?” I asked. “I would see if the policy suits my needs, if it
gives me proper insurance cover, how much premium do I have to pay and what
rate of return would I get if I have not claimed any bonuses, will it give me
accident cover. Will I get a tax rebate?” “Whoa! That was a wise woman
speaking.” I said. Everyone giggled. “Well, while choosing a guy make sure
about the financial stuff. Remember we live in a patriarchal society. Here the
women need to leave their paternal homes and settle with the guys. Also women
here not considered running the house with their income. If they do then it is
amazing. Which, it should be actually. Every woman should be allowed to have a
career of her own if she wishes to have one. Nonetheless if she wishes to be a
housewife the husband should be efficient enough to look after the family’s
financial needs. So first check the financial stability which co-relates to how
much cover an insurance policy can give you. If the cover is not sufficient
then you do not buy the policy similarly if the boy is not financially stable
do not marry him. You said something about accident cover. Now, as I previously
said a girl has to leave her parental home and live with the guy and his
family. In case of emergencies with the girl’s family, will the guy support her
family? In the time of need of his
in-laws will he be more of a son than a son-in-law. Will have enough resources
to help are the things that co-relate to accident cover. Every insurance policy
has a premium to be paid. Here the premium to be paid is love and affection and
care. Will you be able to love him forever and 100% and will you be able to top
up this premium of love and affection every now and then. Because if you cannot
then this policy will lapse leaving your married life devastated and both the
parties emotionally hurt. Well the bonuses and rate of return here would mean
will he love you the same, will he thrive to achieve much in life to fulfill
your dreams and support you in whatever you want to do. Will see the efforts
you take to make his everyday life beautiful and will he appreciate those
efforts every time with either gifts, compliments, love, hugs or kisses. Will
he take equal efforts in return to make life more and more beautiful for you
every day? If yes, then go ahead sign the policy. It is that simple.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Well,
all this is fine. But how do we judge them? Are there any specific questions or
gestures we ought to look for while talking to them or shall we screen their
body language or what?” One of them asked. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“When
you first master this process of co-relation you will master the tricks to
knowing the key points in this key to choose. You will yourself find that you
are able to judge them more easily then you did before once you build this road
map in your brain.” I said. </span><span style="font-family: Arial Narrow, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-59305066557404314382015-08-09T12:04:00.003+05:002015-08-09T12:04:28.612+05:00THE ESCALATOR ACT <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The Escalator Act.<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Kunal
don’t you think that the idea is risky. I mean it is good to have an online
business and all but still we are not experts in marketing and sales. Do you
think we can do it?” This was my friend’s response when I told him about the
ecommerce workshop that I had recently attended. “Every new idea is risky and
every new step we take is something we will always be unsure of. None of the
businesses were started by experts. Every big business has, had its own share
of failures and drawbacks. One becomes an expert only by practicing his skills
and testing his knowledge and not by just sitting at the bay of the river and
just dreaming about swimming. I know initially we will have our share of
failures and setbacks. Besides, you talk about sales and marketing, all I have
learnt in my life about sales and marketing is that there is never a definite
pattern to sales and marketing. There is always a new strategy and a new idea
waiting to be harnessed.” I told him. “I agree with you my friend but still
there is a huge fear in my heart about the whole idea.” He replied. “Out of all
the people on the face of this earth I did not expect this coming from you my
friend. You have time and again proved yourself and your worth to everyone
around. I always thought you would never be scared to face new challenges in a
career.” I told him. We sat there in the coffee shop sipping our coffees and
discussing other stuff. He actually wanted to change the topic. I wanted him on
the venture desperately as I trusted his knowledge in the field of business a
lot. At some point I believe I could make a mistake but unlike me he was an
analytical man. He had huge experience in the field of sales and also he was
always sure about the calculated risks, but here he needed some coaxing into
the idea. I was not able to strike up the proper approach to his brain and
hence was not able to convince him about it. However, I am stubborn animal I do
not give up so easily. Lol. After finishing our coffee we went out of the store
and started looking around other things in the mall. My friend then told me he
wanted to buy a nice perfume for his wife and that the perfume store was on the
first level of the mall. We headed towards the elevator. At that very moment an
idea struck my mind. “Dude I am claustrophobic can we just go by the escalator
instead?” I said. He looked at me quizzically and asked, “Since when did this
happen that you have become a claustrophobic?” He asked. “Just 30 seconds ago.
Now can we take the escalator please?” I told him. My friends are used to my
weird and childish ways and hence he did not argue much, after all it was not a
huge issue. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As
we approached the escalator I told him, “Let people from behind us go first. We
will go after them.” He shrugged his shoulders as he did not understand what I
was upto, he let the people behind us go first. Then he was about to step up on
the escalator. I grabbed his hand and stopped him. He was now getting irritated
and I let some more people pass by. He got more irritated when I did the same
thing again and then he told me, “Kunal enough of your childish plays now
please I want to go to the first level for my purchases. If you are done
playing, can we go now?” I smiled. I told him, “Why step on the escalator? Just
stand here and you will reach the first level automatically.” He looked at me
and said, “Kunal seriously you have lost it dude. You cannot reach the next
level if you do not step on the escalator or enter the elevator. You have to
step ahead. Otherwise people will either push you or abuse you for blocking
their way and they will go first.” He paused for a second. He then looked at
me, I was already smiling. My point was proven. “Exactly my friend in life
whenever you are in doubt and you decide to just become static or decide to
stick to your position, afraid of what lays ahead, it will never let you
develop or move on. Many things in life can generate such a fear, we have to
overcome this fear of “What ifs?” and step on the first step of the escalators
of “Let’s try it and see”, many times it has happened that we love someone but
do not express it because we have the “What if?” fear in our brain. We want to
progress in life, in our career but we always think “What if?” Life is just
like this escalator my friend. If you do not take the first step and go ahead
it will not wait for you. Other people will move ahead they will bump you with
abuses and insults because you did not take the initiative in life to move
ahead. They will go ahead and you will be standing irritated looking at them in
despair thinking I need to go ahead. Mere thinking is not enough. You need to
take an initiative. Life will lead you only if you want to take the initiative.
Life will not tell you beforehand what lies ahead but it will surely elevate
you to a better position either in experience or in knowledge. So always
remember taking the initiative and putting the efforts is very important.”
Having said this I stepped on the escalator and so did my friend we both
reached the first level and did all the shopping we needed to do. Men do not
waste much time in shopping. They are mostly precise about what they want and
they buy only that. So, not much time was wasted in our shopping. After
finishing shopping we sat at the bench by the railing. He then told me, “Kunal
taking initiative is fine, but then there are escalators that take you down
too, how do you decide which escalator are you on?” I did not think for a
moment and pointed him in the direction of an escalator that was going down and
asked, “Why do you think that lady who took the escalator that was going down,
decide to take it?” “She wanted to go down.” He answered. I then said, “Dude it
is pretty simple. Life gives you two options progress, mental peace and
happiness sadness, downfall or mental chaos. The choice is always yours. If you
want to be happy in life the escalator of life will always take you to a better
position in life, if at that level you feel you have landed up in a problem you
will still be happy and find solutions instead of sitting and cribbing about
it. But if you decide to take the escalator to go down then for sure you will
never be happy and crib about everything. So life is your shopping mall where
you decide where you want to be and what you want to buy and let me tell you a
trick all the good shops, which are selling good products in life, are always
situated on the upper floors.” He smiled. “So all that claustrophobia is now
gone.” “Claustrophobia who me, no I never had claustrophobia.” We both laughed.
How amazing it is that simple things in life can give you the most important
lessons of life. If we observe deeply life is always simple. We just make it
complicated and difficult. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-85559734247187084772015-07-22T17:55:00.002+05:002015-07-23T13:47:43.007+05:00For the Namesake......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><u><span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">For the Namesake….<o:p></o:p></span></span></u></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">At
the beginning of the article I was very confused as to what title shall I give
it but then I realized that titles are just for the namesake. The irony is that
this title even justifies the context of my write up.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I
was sitting outside this huge temple situated in the hills somewhere around
Mumbai. I will not disclose the exact location as I do not want to hurt the
sentimental and religious values of any human being. So coming back to the
point, I was sitting in this huge temple veranda made by some very famous
business man of our religion as he was directed by some very famous monk of our
religion. The place was too huge. I was sitting outside and enjoying the
natural view of the place around. I was happy listening to chirping of birds.
It was refreshing. When the soul is refreshed it automatically has a pleasant
smile on the face and the mind has pleasant thoughts. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">As
I was enjoying this refreshing experience and feeling energized I saw a monk
coming towards me. He was all dressed in white. (People who have seen Jain
monks know how these Jain monks dress up, for those who do not know please
check out on Google.) He had a pleasant smile on his face and was approaching
me with sheer serenity. He came and asked me, “Why are you sitting outside the
temple and why not inside? Don’t you want to offer your prayers? Don’t you have
to finish your rituals?” I looked at him bowed down in respect to his </span><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px; line-height: 24.5333347320557px;">monk-hood</span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"> and told him with a smile, “Reverend one I am offering my prayers and doing my
rituals right over here sitting on this wooden bench.” He smiled. He then asked
me, “I am new to the methods of your rituals can you please help me understand
your rituals and learn them. I would love to learn your rituals and please God
and pray to him.” I smiled. I was happy that unlike my parents and other monks,
this monk did not get angry at me nor did he insult me, in fact he wanted to
talk to me and know my practices. But just to make sure that there is no catch
in it I </span><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px; line-height: 24.5333347320557px;">inquired</span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">, “And in return you would want me to enter the temple and perform
the normal boring practices, right?” He giggled. “No, in fact I am thinking of
following your practices forever instead of these boring practices. I hope you
do not mind that. So shall we start? Tell me more about your practices.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I
was content to hear this and proceeded, “My practices are simple. My religion
is simple and my God he is even simpler. I have been to many temples and many
pilgrim places since childhood. I belong to a very religious family. Our
lineage has 15 monks including both men and women. Coming from such a background
of a religious family it is obvious that some of my childhood vacations were
nothing but a pilgrim to a religious place. Every religious place I found an
idol and a name written under it. Every temple had a name carved on it. The
name under the idol told me the name of the God and the name on the temple told
me who built it. But can we build a house of God. We humans cannot construct
our own buildings without flaws and faults how you think us humans can
construct something for the creator. These people build temples and places of
worship just for their names to be recognized in the society. The idols are
nothing but a mere stone. God isn’t what they have carved. He is far more
beyond that image and far more beyond that idea. God does not need such huge
temples. He is sitting right next to you in a metro train. He is may be eating
a sandwich with you, he is even drinking beer with you and he is even crying
with you. Every morning he drives to work with you and every evening he is
massaging your head. He is may be smoking a cigar with you and having a jolly
good time and singing songs with you in the shower. But humans build huge
temples thinking they will bind the idea of God and get recognized in society
as men of God.” “Then, you think that humans construct temples just to get name
and fame.” The monk asked. “No, that is not the only reason. The main reason is
humans want to run away from their guilt. Every human commits a sin. They think
building these temples would make them feel lighter of the burden of sins they
carry on their hearts. This actually is not true. You cannot bind sin just like
you cannot bind God. Both sin and God are an idea and not a figure or a body
that you can bind. The bigger the structure the bigger the realization and the
burden of sin the human carries with him or her. Temples are not actually places
of worship but places where people leave their stench of sins and think that
once they are here the guilt of this sin will not be following them. Actually
we do not need temples at all. My religion doesn’t need huge temples or
chanting of mantras or wasting of flowers on an idol. My religion and my God do
not reside in the huge temples built by men. My God resides in my breath, he
resides in my blood, and he resides in my complete existence. My religion does
not belong to the people who want to be famous, it belongs to the people who
want to anonymously make others smile and reside in hearts of people for their
good deeds.” “So you think temples are not necessary at all. How do you think
then, that we humans can lighten the burden of our guilt?” He asked. “We just
need to accept. We humans do not accept that we are nothing but Humans. We are
a species who were created imperfect. That imperfection was actually God’s
perfection in creating us. Had he created all of us perfect we would all be God’s
isn’t it? We are not Gods neither will we ever be. So we have to accept we are
humans. We need to accept we will commit sins and mistakes, but above all we
need to accept that we can ask for forgiveness and we can give forgiveness and
this can make us change into better humans. We have to accept this change too.
No human is wicked. Every human is born a child and every child is the face of
God and not devil. We just need to embrace that child and cry it out, all of it
and hold the hand of that child to become innocent and pure again. Temples are
just made for the namesake, religions and practices just divide, the heart
unites and the brain decides. It’s all in that small tiny brain of ours.
Religion has only led to divisions and more sins. People killing each other,
countries separated that once lived as one country. Of course I am pointing out
here the two countries I would love to see as one again India and Pakistan. Men
should not build temples. They should build schools. Our country has so many
children, who cannot get education because they do not have money or proper
facilities. Has anyone thought of building a school for these children and
educate them. The biggest charity is to impart education to your fellow human
which not only enlightens them but helps them to earn their living for their
whole life. This education will fetch them their daily bread and indirectly the
person who has imparted them education has fed them too. These people will
always remember that good human who did this throughout their lives, they will
not require to carve the names of this human on a piece of stone, this name
will be carved on hearts, which I think is a far more better thing than a piece
of stone. Stones wither structures break what does not go unnoticed is a small
gesture of help, love, care and brotherhood. Why waste such huge spaces in a
country like ours where there is no place for poor to stay. Instead why not
build houses for them at cheaper rates and give them clean and healthy
facilities to live. I know no one will think about this because this is not
profitable. Everyone is worried about their profits. And all these people do
those rituals in your temples since years till date none has changed. My
religion says practice sharing your bread, may be you do not have much with you
but give away at least something. My religion says educate someone teach them
to write their own names and your name will be carved on their hearts. My
religion says help others, and help will be sent to you the day you need it. My
religion says love everyone with their flaws and give them a chance to improve
and you will be loved in the same manner, My religion tells me to welcome my
enemy with a smile, chances are the enemy will be befriended. I sit and cry
with someone who cries if I cannot make them smile at least they feel a little
lighter in their times of despair. My practices tell me to make everyone laugh.
My religion tells me to unite and love all. Children are a beautiful piece of
God’s creation my religion tells me to teach them proper values and therefore
allows me to create masterpieces of God’s work.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">The
monk took a deep breath. He looked at me smiled and said, “You speak like a monk
I think you will be one in future.” I started laughing. “It does not matter I am
a monk or no, what matters is that I am a human. I have accepted that I am a
human and I will do mistakes and commit sins, but I am ready to ask for
forgiveness and forgive others for everything. I am ready to change to become
something better. Religion is a free flowing thought it is far beyond the
uniforms of </span><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px; line-height: 24.5333347320557px;">monk-hood</span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"> or no </span><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px; line-height: 24.5333347320557px;">monk-hood</span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">. In the end everyone is going to be either
buried or burnt both monk and men alike. But yes the only difference I would
make is leaving a mark on as many hearts as I can and then gracefully embrace
my death. God has given me a role here to play, and I promise to be the best
one here. I will be everyone’s joker and make everyone smile and laugh.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The
monk kept his hand on my head and blessed me, “God never wanted these temples
he wanted humans. Be a human and always make everyone happy. It is a difficult
job but if you say God is with you right now then I guess no one has to worry.”
We both giggled. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-10876623267958909642015-07-16T15:23:00.002+05:002015-07-16T15:23:57.046+05:00My..........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 24.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My…..<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Darling, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">If ever I get an opportunity to bargain my breath
for your smiles I will willingly do it, you know that. I often say I love you
not to hear your response in return as ‘I love you too dear’ but to feel the
beat my heart has at that very instance when I say those words to you. Every
time I hug you my soul feels the warmth, which it had missed since many
incarnations and reincarnations. I could easily walk away and not notice what
is going on around when I am deep in conversation with your eyes. I do not
remember the last time I slept without thinking about your smile. I wish to
give you more and more smiles. I know I am being selfish in doing that, after
all if it wasn’t for your smiles I would have never woken up to the world ever.
Every day it’s your voice that is an early morning melody to me which actually
spreads a sweet fragrance in my mind. I could just go on for hours and hours
listening to you sitting at that coffee table where we first met. You have so
much to say I have so much to hear that fact brings a smile to my face I want
to always be intoxicated with the feeling of being with you, of being in your
arms. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I am so deeply connected to you that my heart aches
to see even a single drop of tear in your eyes. I can bargain with God for your
happiness though I have my own tiffs and differences with him. I can beg him to
spare you smiles forever and if he wants, in return, he can take away each drop
of blood from my veins. My happiness will always be incomplete if I don’t see
you around. I have huge ambitions, but achieving them would be stale if I don’t
see you clapping for my success. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I am not good at singing, but I wish I could sing
you all the feelings so deep in my heart for you, giving away everything I have
to you and asking nothing in return. I belong to you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I could call you by many names. I could call you my
life or my universe, could call you my breath or my heart beat, but all that is
so common isn’t it? I just want to call you mine. I just want to call you My…….
I do not want to complete this statement as it would take me at least a 100
lifetimes to get the exact word to fill this blank and I just want to keep
living more 100 life times lying to you that I didn’t find the exact word, and
a 100 more giving an excuse that I could find a better word and a 100 more to
find another excuse to keep living a 100 more lifetimes just with you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Your love has defined
my very existence,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Your smile is my motivation my persistence.
For you my darling I will go that extra distance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> So much I
have to give to you in my life and so much to make you smile, just that fact
brings a smile to my face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I live for thee, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I would die for thee, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Whenever you need me, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My darling with you I will be. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Do not ever go away from me, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Without you I don’t know what I would be. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I hope I have been able to express my love for you
in a manner that could make you happy. Often in our daily lives and routines I
am never able to speak the true feelings of my heart with you. I know, you know
how I feel for you, but sometimes, just sometimes it’s important to express it.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Sweetheart, as I said I could call you by many
names, but I would just like to call you My…………… I am just Your………….. When love
is so deep I don’t think it matters what we use as a metaphor to describe
ourselves, we are just going to be Your and My. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">With this I conclude my letter to you. I love you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">While sculpting this piece of literature I have
clearly broken rules of Grammar and language and also vocabulary. For a writer
it is a crime as good as murder. But Love is a complete different language.
Deep romance, deep within the heart for that special someone. Words flew out on
the laptop and enchanted me with what a piece it created.I have never been good at writing romance before, but every writer has to challenge the boundaries of his comfort zone to create masterpieces. I hope this piece is good enough for a start up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-73379938358686964592015-06-24T13:45:00.002+05:002015-06-24T13:45:20.688+05:00THE T-SHIRT THEORY <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 115%;">‘The
T-shirt Theory’<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As a part of my daily life, seeking a perfect
partner for marriage has become an inseparable part of my living. My parents
have become seriously tensed as to where am I headed with all the thought
process of mine, where they are pretty sure I will land up making all the wrong
choices or may be will land up not marrying at all. I do not blame them for
this over-reaction on the given situation as I know they are ‘INDIAN PARENTS’
and their logic is both practical and emotional. Their practical side of the thought
process appears into action when their children are choosing their careers and
the emotional side comes out when their child is not married at the age of 29.
Both the aspects have different after effects on the child depending from
person to person. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Now, as I said the emotional side often appears
during marital issues, so here I was attending yet another meet of unmarried
girls and guys of our community. All thanks to mom’s emotional blackmail and
the false tears she had in her eyes. She knows that always works. Now I know
where I got my acting skills from. I landed up into another trick of hers and
decided to go with her and dad to one such meet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We reached the venue in time. It was 8.30 A.M. in
the morning and some tea and breakfast had been arranged by the community for
everyone. Well, people who know gujjus would know that we gujjus cannot survive
without dhokla, thepla and khakhra with our tea. So, we entered the hall, had
our tea and breakfast and then went to the first floor for the main event. As I
had thought, the event did not start at the correct time. I was not amazed as
we Indians are used to the ‘INDIAN STANDARD TIME’ system, whereby everything
starts late. While sitting there I could see many other girls and guys of my
age who had obviously come there for the same reason as me. Everyone was
nervous and was sweating. The auditorium however, was a centrally
air-conditioned one. I looked at everyone was realized how nervous people were.
I thought to myself, why can’t I be nervous like these people here? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I know everyone was too scared of getting rejected.
It was this fear I had given up on a long time ago. Not because I did not feel
scared of being rejected, but because I had found a theory to this situation
also. I called it ‘The T-shirt Theory’. It is strange how we can learn huge
lessons of life from the smallest gestures we do. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Rejection is a huge fear which leads to many other
fears. The fear of failure is the first one to be inflicted on the person who
has the fear of rejection followed by the fear of losing. Once these three
kinds of fears are inflicted a human being always tends to be into a depressed
state of mind and loses faith in positivity. Rejection is not to be feared
however bad or sad it may be. Every rejection is a chance for selection
somewhere else. Nothing on this planet ever is a ‘dead stock’ everything and
everyone is utilized somewhere or the other. Very few people understand this
fact. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s plain and simple; when you enter a shop, say to
buy a t-shirt. The shopkeeper will show you all the t-shirts he has in stock
for selling. You look at a few, you shortlist a few, then you buy just one. All
the other t-shirts are put aside. These t-shirts are nothing but the rejected
people we come across. So, are these rejected t-shirts never sold? Well, these
t-shirts are bought by other customers. As I said nothing is a ‘dead stock’.
Sometimes the shopkeeper will sell these t-shirts in a sale so that all the
t-shirts get sold. It is in the same manner when you see all your friends around
you getting married or getting selected in good jobs or getting selected for
anything important in life, it’s a bulk sale, do not worry someday you will
also be selected. The problem with us humans is we compare ourselves to others
a lot. Friends got good percentages and we feel sad as we did not. We forget
that every t-shirt is different and every t-shirt is unique. Every t-shirt has
its own color and fabric and everyone wants a different t-shirt. Remember if we
all wanted the same t-shirts then the world would be a boring place. If
everyone got the same percentage, don’t you think there would be no fun at all
in appearing for the exams, if everyone got selected by the best MNC’s then it
would be like a bee hive. Day in and day out we would work as slaves and we
would live the same routine. How boring? Rejection brings about a chance to be
unique, to be different and to be precious.
Those who fear rejection do not focus on their best qualities as their
constantly thinking about their bad qualities. ‘I am fat, I am ugly, I am not
that well educated, I do not have money’ all such reasons do not allow you to
focus on ‘I am very good at business, I play cricket very well, I am a
confident person and I never give up, I have huge ambitions, I am very intelligent,
I have practical knowledge, I am fat but I am cute.’ We just keep focusing on
negative traits ultimately messing up with all the chances we have to be
selected rather than being rejected. Hence we develop the fear of failure in
turn ‘What if people will laugh at me, What if I do not do it properly, What if
I mess up at work, I am just good for nothing’
this is all we think always because we fear rejection. Both these fear
in turn lead us to the fear of losing. ‘ I know she will not like me and reject
me as I am fat, I know my boss will throw me out as I do not speak proper
English, I know I will fail my exams as I am good for nothing because my
principal thinks so.’ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Remember, every t-shirt is different and every
t-shirt will be sold one day or the other. Nothing is a ‘dead stock’ on this
planet. Everything and everyone will be utilized one day or the other for the
sole purpose they are formed for. Finally, I would quote the lines I had learnt
at school “You are important, precious, beautiful and always on the run.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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selected, I did not get any calls from any families, I heartily had my lunch at
the venue and walked out with a smile on my face as I knew some day or the
other I will be utilized. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-64973146480145640712015-03-30T11:55:00.003+05:002015-03-30T14:40:05.523+05:00THE REAR VIEW MIRROR THEORY <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Kunal, it is not easy to get over a divorce.
I spent 2 years with him and I cannot just forget him in an instance. Would you
be able to forget someone you loved, so easily?” I was asked this question by a
friend who had just gone through a divorce proceeding and was now sitting with
me discussing how difficult it is for her to get over her ex-husband. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I
often come across broken relationships and one common thing I find in them is
that they all have the pain of forgetting the moments, the beautiful moments. I
cannot say I do not understand the pain and we all have to become insensitive,
after all, I have been a victim to this pain. However, we have to live with it
and find a solution to it. Until date, I was not able to find an easy way to
put to it to people, how to forget your ex. However, today, the friend of mine
had given me the opportunity to invent a new way of getting across my point to
people. It is just very simple actually. The answer was right in my parking lot
and I did not observe it in that manner. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I
agree, I would not be able to forget someone I loved, so easily. Right now, I
cannot think of anything else to say. By the way, can you please drive me to
Pune tomorrow? I am not in the mood to drive.” I answered her. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Of
course I can. I need a change. May be we can have fun on the trip. May be watch
a movie in Pune or we can just keep driving on the relaxing road to Pune.” <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
next day she came to pick me up. As per my reputation, I was ready on time. I
took a seat in the passenger side. Of course was not in the mood to drive. Once
we hit the highway, I said, “Can you drive the car looking into the rear view
mirror. I mean completely up to Pune. Just look in the rear view mirror and
drive.” She looked at me quizzically and then said, “Kunal, though I am going
through a bad time, but I have no intention of committing suicide. No one can
drive looking just in the rear view mirror. You have to look straight to drive
straight.” “There is the answer to the
question you asked me last evening. Life is also just like driving a car. You
can never drive looking in the rear, the past. You have to sit in the present,
look towards the future and drive.” She smiled. She knew I was right, she had
to let go off her feelings and her sorrow in order to move ahead in life. “But,
Kunal, we have to look in the rear view mirror every now and then to see
whether someone from behind does not bump into our car. How would you explain
your ‘Rear View Mirror’ theory on that?” <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She
had a valid point; to her surprise, I had an even valid explanation. “You are
right we often see in the rear view mirror to check whether no car bangs us
from behind. In relation to life, let us consider the view in the rear view
mirror as your past, the present position of your car to be your present, the
road ahead as your future. When you are driving your own life, you always look
behind that the past does not hamper your present as you are progressing
towards your future. However, as I had stated before you cannot be looking in
the rear view mirror if you want to go ahead on the road. Often for hours, we
do not even look in the rear view mirror when we are moving ahead in full swing
and that is a good sign.” She was now looking at me with gleaming eyes. She
knew no one could provide her a more apt explanation for this. “You know some people
hire drivers to drive their cars?” I asked. She looked at me and said, “Yes,
often because they cannot drive their own cars.” “Correct.” I said. She looked
at me and said, “Can we hire someone to drive our life?” I smiled, I knew this
question will arise and I was already having the answer. Many of my readers
already know what I am going to say. NO. “Well, that’s what you did right,
hired your, not so good husband to drive your life. You thought he will take
care of you love you and make things happen for you. He will make you happy. However,
you landed up being sad and lonely today, missing him and feeling depressed
about how things went by. The problem with us humans, including me too, is that
we often relate our happiness with someone else. We think they are the reason
for our happiness and their mere existence in our lives will make us happy and
super-prosperous. The fact is the driver is never bothered about how the car is,
he is not afraid of accidents; he knows the cost will be borne by the owner.
Life is your car, your driver, the person you decide to have in your life to
make you happy, is not bothered if he/she one day walks away, as they already
know that the cost of pain will be paid by you and not them. Remember, it is
always better to drive your own car, if you do not know how, learn it. Life is
the only driving school that gives you ‘ON THE ROAD DRIVING LESSON’ it directly
makes you sit in the driving seat and tells you to handle the steering and
drive your own car. We learn to drive our own life in the way we want, we are
always careful we do not harm it or damage it in any manner, any route we go on
we always know we will find a way out as we are the drivers of our own lives.
Remember, there is no route that will make you lose everything. Every new route
will take you to a new place and give you a new experience.” She was smiling.
She knew she should learn not to relate her happiness to her ex-husband and the
memories she had with him. Instead she should find new motives of life, may be
take a new degree in education, learn something new that she has never learnt
before, do something she feared before, try out new things to do, go to new
holiday destinations. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We
arrived at a roadside food joint. I told her to pull back and park the car
there. She did as I said. We got out of the car had some refreshments. I told
her “Now please drive me back to Lonavala.” She looked at me surprised. “Kunal,
we are not yet at Pune. You said you had some work there right?” “Yeah, my work
is done. Moreover, yes can I drive the car please? I enjoy driving a lot.” I
said. “So all this was just to make me understand.” She asked with a hint of
surprise in her voice. “Yes, of course, otherwise, I love to drive and ride. I
can drive for hours and hours without getting bored. However, I wanted to make
you learn something so made you drive. I hope thoughts have sunk into your
brains. (Giggles)” She too started giggling. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You
are right Kunal, I had given away the steering wheel of my life in the hands of
my husband who took me for granted and made me pay with pain. He damaged my
life and my emotions. Now I guess I will never allow anyone else to drive my
life ever. I am the only reason of my happiness and prosperity; I will progress
in my life and see to it that my past does not hamper my present and my
progress towards my future. I will not fall weak to emotions and give up. I
will progress in life without always looking in the rear view mirror.” She said
it with moist eyes. I knew the pain she had gone through. She just needed a
push out of it. In fact, all of us just need that little push out of our pains.
I hope I can get as many people as possible out of pain and sorrow just with
that little push. “Now can I have the keys of the car please?” I asked. She
said, “No, Of course not, you just said never allow anyone to drive your car.
So I am going to stick to it.” She got into the car laughing. I too took the
passenger seat giggling. I was happy she was now smiling. After all that’s my
job as a miracle maker, make everyone smile. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-67631582660052629762015-03-02T19:44:00.003+05:002015-03-02T19:52:57.698+05:00 A BALANCED MARRIAGE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i><u><span style="line-height: 115%;">A balanced marriage....<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></b></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;">I was recently at a get-to-gather
organised by our community. This was for the sole purpose so that we can find
and seek proposals for marriage. Well, being single at 29 and having senior
citizen parents often forces you to land up at such places for their sake. So
here, I was staring at people around me looking out for a proper proposal for
myself. I was walking around the venue when I suddenly came upon a small group
discussing stuff. They were discussing about marriage. The basic discussion was
about dominance, understanding and love in a marriage. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;">Being a writer how could I expect
myself not to participate in the whole discussion? Therefore, I took a chair and
sat beside a beautiful girl (for understanding purpose would refer to her as
‘The girl’ henceforth in the post). The girl was intently listening to
discussion. A boy from opposite to me said, “Women these days dominate a lot
and men get dominated. It is not right to dominate a man. I mean we boys have a
life, we need some space.” A girl from the group immediately said, “Yes right,
as if we girls do not have a life and we do not do enough sacrifices. Every boy
should tolerate a little dominance. We do not ask for much. We just want to
feel like a queen.” The boys in the group were all creating a chaos saying, “As
if we boys do not make sacrifices.” In between the chaos, the girl at my side
and I were silent and listening. I stood up “Guys, chill all we need is a
balanced marriage. Just like a balanced diet.” Everyone was silent immediately.
They were silent not because they were impressed by me, but because they did
not understand my point. The girl sitting next to me was smiling. She asked,
“Could you please explain your point?” I smiled at her. Finally someone
intelligent who wants to discuss things, not debate, and create chaos. Another
boy said, “Yes please explain it to the girls first they need to understand it
more than the boys.” Again a chaos started. This time it was the girls creating
the chaos. The girl sitting next to me stood up and said, “Guys if we are just
going to create chaos like this we are never going to understand what this
gentleman here has to say. Give him a chance to speak first. Just be quiet and
listen. Let us all behave like mature beings and not college kids.” I was flattered
at the very moment. However, keeping my thoughts to myself I proceeded. “I can
explain this much better if you guys can follow me to that garden over there.”
They agreed and followed me. The girl I walked with me at the forefront. I
asked one boy and one girl to come forward. I told them to sit on the seesaw in
the garden. They hesitantly sat on one. Now I looked at the audience, which I
now had in front of me and said, “Marriage is like this seesaw. If it is not
balanced, there will be no fun. If the girl puts more pressure on the boy about
spending time with her, having family time, taking her for shopping or to her
mom’s place or keeps dominating him for everything then the boy will never be
able to come up in life, just as he will not be able to come up here on the
seesaw. He will not be enjoying the so-called ride called marriage he will just
sit there passively, while the girl thinks she is on the top of the world when
actually she is not. The moment the boy gets agitated and angry he will walk
down from this seesaw and the girl will fall right down to the ground and
injure her. In reference of life, that injury will be emotional and hurtful
forever, leaving scars on your heart.” The girl was now smiling. I looked at
her and smiled too. I continued, “I agree that dominance is an inseparable part
of a marriage and let’s face it people every now and then there is going to be
dominance from either side. The only fun would be if the dominance is
balanced.” She again looked at me and said, “Balanced dominance you say?” I
spoke again, “Yes a balanced dominance. A dominance, that is positive, and from
both sides. Man and woman are huge Ego Stations; both the beings need their
egos served with </span><span style="line-height: 30.6666641235352px;">honor</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">. The wife dominates her husband and the husband
dominates the wife. Both need to get their share in life. Excess on any side
could lead again to the same situation we spoke earlier.” Another girl asked,
“Can you give an example?” I started thinking upon an example. I suddenly
looked at a balloon seller at the gate of the garden. I bought four balloons
from him. I called a boy ahead and told him to blow the balloon. He was blowing
the balloon. He stopped at a particular point where he thought the balloon would
blow. I told him to blow more. He blew
more and suddenly the balloon blasted. I collected the pieces of the balloon,
called a girl ahead, and told her to patch up the balloon. She looked at me
quizzically. I took the pieces from her and told her to sit. The girl was
smiling she had understood my point. “Guys, marriage is just like this balloon.
It cannot take a lot of pressure. Either of you tries to pressurise the other
with your dominance there will be blast in your marriage. This blast will be
irreparable leading to heartaches. This can lead to the ultimate fatal end of a
marriage. However, if you do not excessively blow the balloon, it will never
blast. Therefore, stop burdening each other with ego fights, proving points,
correcting punctuality, or common stupid causes that do not at all matter.”
Everyone had understood my point. “Don’t you think there is a thin line of
difference between love and dominance that we often tend to forget, and
unknowingly cross the line? That is also bad is it not? I mean, we have to be careful not to cross
the line. We have to love each other but not dominate, do you agree.” The girl
said. I smiled. “I agree completely with you.” Someone asked, “Can you please
explain to us what she said?”I could have given an example but I wanted to see
how she explains stuff. In addition, it gave me a good advantage to flirt with
her. “It will be better that she explains it to you all.” I gestured her to
come forward. She confidently came forward and told me to give a balloon. I
gave her the balloon. She blew it up and told me to tie it to a thread. I did
as she asked. She then took the balloon and handed it to a girl. “Keep the
balloon with you. Do not let it go away from your hand at all.” She did as the
girl asked. “Look at this balloon now. It is nothing but us. Personify
yourselves into this balloon. Now, if we love someone a lot and not do not
provide him or her enough space, they will never be able to fly high. The
reason being the pressure we put on them. Love is just like this thread. It is
there to keep you on track; however it also pulls you back if not balanced and
expressed in excess from either side, love is to be shared and not only given
or taken. It is a two-sided transaction and not one-sided deal. Love each other
but give each other enough space to flourish in life. Marriages are there to help us live life with
happiness and not with pressures. If we </span><span style="line-height: 30.6666641235352px;">pressurize</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> each other to be with each
other always, then we will find our marriage a burden and not a happy affair.
Girls, remember just as you even boys need some time to themselves away from
everything. Away from all of their hectic schedules, away from family, some
time with their friends, where they can enjoy some time for themselves. They
are always busy working hard for the family so that they can give you all the
luxuries, happiness, and love. There are many pressures, a boy faces. He too
needs some relaxation. If you keep him clinged to yourself, he will surely feel
like running away from you. Boys, even you have to agree to this and the same
applies for you too. Give the girl some days off where she can be free, she can
wear what she wants, go where she likes, be with her friends, away from all the
worries about family, her job or business or household chores, somewhere she
can enjoy being on a vacation. This way you both would understand the value of
each other while enjoying the married life too without any complaints.” I was
intently staring at the girl and smiling. I was surprised at her intelligence
and her thought process. She had mesmerized me. At any other given day in my
past I would have asked her, will she marry me? However, my past gave me huge
scars that taught me that I should not be hasty and wait for my destiny to work
for me in the context of life. She looked at me staring at her and just smiled.
I was startled and looked the other way. At that moment, my eyes could easily
reveal my thoughts and I did not want her to read my thoughts. “How do we keep
track of so many things? Marriage is a difficult task.” Another boy said. “Yes
it is difficult, but it is beautiful too.” The girl and I almost said this
simultaneously and then looked at each other smiling. “How come it is beautiful
with so many complications?” She looked at me and with her eyes gestured me to
speak. I gestured her again with my eyes to take over. She said, “Well, let’s
be very frank, all of us here know how we feel when we do not have a friend to
talk to when we need them the most. At the age we are mostly, all our friends
are married and their priorities have changed. We can no longer, call them at 2
in the night, and talk to them. We need someone close to us to hug us, to hang
out with, to look after us in times of our need. Someone...” “Someone, who is
right beside us,” I started completing her sentence now. “Someone who can tell
us they love us, someone who can make us feel very special, that one with whom
we can sit and share a coffee in the night while watching a movie. Someone, who
can keep us on our toes for being on time for dinner and who will care for us.”
The girl and I both looked at each other and smiled. There were no doubts or
questions anymore. The girl and I started walking towards the buffet counters
for lunch. We took a plate each. We were silent, until we sat down for lunch at
a table. She sat with me. There was no one else to disturb our perfect moment.
We introduced ourselves to each other and spoke to each other about our likes
and dislikes, about our hobbies and our thought processes. There was something
magnetic between us. After we had lunch, we sat there for some more while talking
to each other. At 5 in the evening when the get-to-gather was almost at an end,
I escorted her to her car. “Hey Kunal, mind if I take down your number. I mean
we can be in touch. I would not want to miss an opportunity to talk to you and
meet you again.” I smiled. She too smiled. I gave her my number. “Don’t you
want my number?” the girl asked. “No, I am confident enough you will call me
within the next 15 minutes.” She giggled. After 15 minutes........ “So I guess
you were right I did call you in 15 minutes.” The rest is a personal
conversation. The story however is yet to finish. <span style="font-size: 20pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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THE MIRACLE MAKERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049274711380835962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689222045834054939.post-78052006148603171332015-02-12T19:23:00.002+05:002015-02-12T22:21:58.233+05:00LOVE IS HAPPINESS <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Love and romance is a topic I often prefer not to
speak about ever. I have my share of failures and setbacks in this field.
Hence, I decided never to speak on it. However, I got a call from a friend, who
herself happens to be a motivational speaker. She had called me about an
invitation to speak at a seminar. Such invitations are common for both of us.
She is a wonderful companion and an amazingly knowledgeable person and hence I
share a very fruitful and healthy friendship with her. She said, “Kunal, we have
been invited for the seminar that I was telling you about the other day. It’s
about your favorite topic Love and Romance.” She giggled taunting me on this.
Out of all the people on the face of the earth, I am always worried discussing
and debating things with her because I often tend to lose arguments and
discussions with her. Someone had once said never argue with a beautiful woman
and especially a beautiful woman with brains. She was one such rare
combination. “You know my answer already. I will be passing this offer. I will
not be speaking on this issue at all. However, I will accompany you to the
venue if you want a pick up and drop service or a bodyguard service.” I
giggled. “It’s at 8 in the evening pick me up and please do wear that black
blazer you often wear. You just look charming in that. Who knows may be some
girl would fall for you there and we can then hear wedding bells.” She laughed.
“Done, as usual I will not be arguing with you. However, I will not mind if
that girl is you who decides to fall for me.” I said. She laughed again and
said, “Stop flirting now and do not be late. Pick me up sharp at 8.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I was sharp on time right outside her house. I
entered the driveway, right on the porch of her house and before I could even
ring the doorbell, she opened the door of her house. She often does that. She
knows I am punctual. After all best friends always know the traits of each
other. She was dressed in the routine trouser and shirt that she often wears
for seminars and lectures and I was dressed in my routine war attire. A black
2-piece suit and hair properly jelled up with my black watch and black shoes.
People who know me will be well acquainted with the fact that I am obsessed
with black. We drove to the venue. The host welcomed us with a warm heart. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The seminar held, was for youngsters (not that I am
not young anymore but I belong to the age group of above 29 and these were in
the age group from 20-25.) They were looking the promising future of our
country and some not so promising faces sitting around. It was of course with
the Valentine’s Day around the corner they were eager to hear about Love and
Romance and wanted guidance on that. I took a seat in the front row with our
host when my friend took to the stage and started her speech. “Good evening
young women and gentlemen. I will be lying if I said I could define Love or
Romance. However, my friend here can reflect on it even in a better way than I
can. Therefore, I would be stepping down so that he can enlighten your young
minds with his brilliant thoughts on this topic. Kunal please take the stage.”
I was startled. I seriously had not prepared for this. She came down the stage
winking at me. “Go for the battle Lion. Let’s see how you turn the tables now.”
She whispered in my ear. Now that she knew I was challenged I would give my
best shot. Nice way to play me out, I thought. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I took to the stage. I stared blankly at everyone
for a minute cleared my throat and said, “I was told I am here to guide and
motivate, my way of guiding and motivating is a bit different than others. I
prefer it to be an interactive session rather than a boring speech. As my
friend here said I would enlighten you people with my brilliant thoughts,
frankly I would steal thoughts from your minds and frame them in a manner you
would understand or like to understand them. The ‘like to understand’ being the
most important here. Therefore, instead of speaking about Love and romance I
will like to answer questions about them.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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promising’ group I mentioned earlier stood up raising his hands. I gestured him
to speak. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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stammer. “Aaa according to you what is love?” He probably had spoken for the
first time in public. He had gathered all his courage to ask me this
question. I gestured him to sit. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Love my friend is a waste of time. It will bring
you nothing until you know and understand the real essence of love. Until then
love is just a waste of time and it will do nothing but destroy you. I am not
discouraging you here. But first learn the real essence of love.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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you please tell me what the real essence of love is?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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were working according to her plan. I was looking at her and smiling too. I
knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to get the fear of love out of me and
what other better way than putting me up to answer questions asked by audience,
where she knew I will not lie to the audience and to myself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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your lunch today?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes.” He replied. “Did you like it?” I asked.
“Yes.” He replied. “Why did you like it?” I again put forth a question.
“Because it was my favorite dish and it was tasty.” He said. “So it was your favorite
dish, therefore it made you happy and when you were eating it, you felt it was
tasty.” “Yes I was happy.” He replied. “What if you got the same food every
day?” I asked. He said, “I will love it because I will be happy to eat it. It
is my favorite dish.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“There you have your answer. The real essence of
love is happiness. Without happiness, Love will not exist. With love, you will
be happier every day, just like you will be happier every day eating your favorite
food.” He sat down as he had his answer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“How can one remain happy every day? There will be
stressful days. There will be difficulties in life that will make you upset and
hamper your thought process making you sad. How can one be happy all the time?”
a girl asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I gestured her to sit down. “You are in college
doing your post graduation right?” I asked “Yes.” She replied. “Before I answer
your question can you please help me with some of my queries? My phone here is
giving me unwanted notifications here about Twitter and Facebook and Gmail. I
am a very busy man and it irritates me at work. Can you please tell me how to
turn these things down?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“It’s simple go to the settings and turn them down.
What’s so complicated in that?” She said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I smiled and even she smiled when she realized what
I was trying to explain. “Your brain is just like any other smart phone or
tablet pc. Just go to its settings and turn down the negative notifications and
bad thoughts. There is a reason why ‘HUMAN’ is the most intelligent species on
earth. We humans can think, we can react but above all, we humans can choose.
It is in our hands that we keep cribbing about stuff or we smile at each moment
and decide to be happy. We cannot buy happiness. We cannot achieve happiness by
exchanging it for things. We can only decide to be happy. It is the only
emotion with the control completely in our hand. So, go to the settings and
turn down the sad notifications, what’s so complicated in that?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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smiling too as she knew I was not making the students understand I was making
myself understand stuff. I was walking this walk with myself instead of these
people around. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Being happy makes you consistent towards something.
You will love what you do if you are happy. You will love the person you are
with if that person makes you happy. You will love yourself, which is the most
pure form of love, if you, yourself are happy. Happiness is a major driving
force when it comes to love. Without happiness love is incomplete and without
love happiness would be stale and boring.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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mobile phones for a second. The battery would be happiness and the things we do
with it, like calling, texting, photographing, Twitter and Facebook, etc to be
love. What will happen if we do not charge them every day?” I asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“The batteries will die off and we will not able to
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Exactly, when the batteries of happiness die off
the cell phone with ‘love’ to be used will be rendered useless until you charge
it. Similarly, you charge the phone but you have no service, no internet, no
games, no flashlight on your phone, you cannot call anyone or text them, you
cannot use twitter or Facebook, what will happen then?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“The phone would be of no use. Even though it has
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Exactly, my point, with all the happiness in the world,
what would you do if you do not have love, if you do not have someone to stand
and applaud for you, it can be anyone, a loving friend, mother, father, </span><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px; line-height: 24.5333347320557px;">fiancee</span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">, wife or kids or just another human being. Having all the happiness in
the world will also be fruitless if you cannot celebrate it with love.
Therefore, without happiness, love is incomplete and without love, happiness
would be stale and boring.” I concluded. Everyone clapped. The session ended
here as I did not get any further questions, but instead I got everyone
smiling. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"> I came down
the stage; we had our dinner at the venue. While driving back, my friend was
intently looking at me. She was smiling. She knew I was looking at her. “</span><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px; line-height: 24.5333347320557px;">OK</span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">! </span><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px; line-height: 24.5333347320557px;">OK</span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">! Thank you. I know I owe you this one.” I said with a smile. She laughed and
said, “So now you realize Kunal, you keep saying you are happy but my friend the
phone with all the battery life is useless if there is nothing to use in it.
Happiness is useless if there is no one to share it with, no one to applaud. Do
not be scared of love Kunal; give someone a chance to love you. Give someone a
chance to applaud for you my friend.” She said. I smiled. We came to her house.
We got out of the car. As usual, we hugged each other. “Hey, Thanks a lot for
making me do this. Thanks for killing my fears. I am lucky and happy that you
are my best friend.” I said this with my eyes a little moist. She hugged me
again. She wiped my cheeks and said, “The pleasure is mine to be your best
friend. I can never have anyone better in my life to be my best friend. I love
you and will cherish you for life my friend. Now drive safely and be happy.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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While on my way back home, I stopped by the lake. I removed my wallet and threw
away a picture that I was carrying for a long time. I felt a little lighter
inside. I had shut down the unwanted notifications of my brains. After all
what’s so complex in that?. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;">Being a writer, I have always been
into a situation most writers land up in, known as the “Writer’s block”. This
block can disrupt the writer for a mere hour or may be a month. It depends from
person to person. Stuck with one such block, I was sitting in the local coffee
shop, staring at my laptop screen and thinking on all the practical ideas on
which my mockery can create magic. I could not come up with any brilliant ideas
after an hour of introspection and imagination. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Suddenly a man just entered into the
cafe I was sitting in and approached me. He asked me “Excuse me. Is this seat
taken?” I looked at him. Black suit, black shades, hair all jelled up in a
sleek style, all this made him look very stylish and classy. His wristwatch was
Swiss made, which was again in black </span><span style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">color</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">. (Yes, I am obsessed with such kind
of clothing as some day I want to wear such clothes. That we can discuss
later.) I just nodded in agreement. He pulled the chair and sat right in front
of me. He was looking at me and I was staring at my laptop screen. “It seems
you are working. I hope I am not disturbing you?” He asked politely. I looked
at him and said, “No you are not. I am not actually working. I am just stuck at
something.” “Stuck at what?” He asked
again. “I am a writer. I do not suppose you have ever heard of the term
‘Writer’s block’. Have you?” “Oh! That. Yes, I have heard about it. It’s a
situation where the writer gets stuck and cannot create any magic with his
words and whatever he writes he is not happy with it and not satisfied with it.
Correct?” I was surprised to know that
people these days are aware of such terms but then I </span><span style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">realized</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> this man is a
classy man and he probably is a knowledgeable one. Therefore, it is not
surprising he knows stuff. “Yes, you are correct. I am stuck with ideas. I have
written over 50 articles and none is successfully satisfying. Being a writer, I
know if I am not happy with what I have written and if I did not enjoy writing
it, no one will ever enjoy reading it. Therefore, I am looking for that spark
of one successful article.” “It’s all about success </span><span style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">isn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> it?” He asked. “Yes.
I mean who does not like success. Everyone likes being successful in everything
they do. Who would want to be a failure?” He looked at me with a smile and
asked, “Have you ever given a thought that success if incomplete without
failure. Success and failure have a love story.”An intelligent man asked me an
intelligent question and I had to give him an intelligent answer. “Success does
not always have to be related to failure. Success in itself is beautiful.
Success does not need any auxiliaries to define it and reap the benefits coming
along with it in the package.” “Agreed that success is self-sustaining and it
can solely survive. However, what if one never knew what failure is. Just think
the complete equation of the statement you just used would change. It will only
define success as a stale situation, which is going to be the ultimate result
of every human being. Like the end, result for every life is death.” I was happy
to hear an intelligent point. “It is an intelligent argument. However, do you
feel people will enjoy failure or success?” “People are so busy in their daily
stuff that they never </span><span style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">realize</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> the important stuff around. People like you and
me, who sit down to get deep into the honeycomb of life devour the small
things. We know that if we enjoy success, failure is also important too. Life
will be out of balance if we lose the contrast in life. The balance is
maintained with the contrast between positive and negative, failure and
success, happiness and sadness, day and night and ultimate example is life and
death.” “I agree the contrast is important and the balance is the most
important piece of the puzzle of life. However, success and failure do not go
hand in hand.” “Oh! Then let me show you. Can you come with me?” “Yes. Let’s
go.” We both got out of the cafe. As I
said, this man was stylish and classy. He owned a BMW, and yes, it was black in </span><span style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">color</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">. (The obsession continues). We got in the car. I did not know where we
were driving to; he had giving the driver instructions. The car drove into a
pathway of a classy hotel. The driver drove us right to the main porch. The valet
assistant came and opened the door of the car for us. The hotel received him in
such a manner that it was quite evident that he was a VIP. Everyone was
greeting him in a very respectable manner. People came running towards him to
get his autographs. I was awestruck to the extent that I could not hear by what
name people were addressing him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">We both walked to a conference hall.
Many more people were present there. There was a restriction for anyone from
the outside to enter this hall. Only invited guests had entry. This was a total
private party. The man looked at me and said, “You will be stunned to meet
people I introduce you to today. They are not the normal people you meet every
day.” “That, I can imagine, from the kind of security here.” I said. He
laughed, “You are just so curious and analytical.” He was right about me being
analytical from the statement I made. However, I was stunned to know that he
came to know my brain was having many curiosities now. Very few possess the art
to read my brain. He first greeted two men and he introduced them to me. “Here
meet Mr. Death and Mrs. Life.” He was right I was stunned to hear the names.
Who in the world would have such names? “Yes, I know what your brain is
thinking. It is no joke it is Death and Life. The same death and life we keep
hearing about. They are here. These two have a love story. They are married to
each other since the day of the existence of the humankind. None survives
without the other. Where life goes death follows. There is neither a human who
lives forever, nor who is never born. This is the amazing contrast of life yet
they live together hand in hand. The first example, that the contrast is
nothing but a relationship of love between the two. A bond inseparable forever,
bound in marriage.” He then introduced me to Mr. Positive and Ms. Negative.
(Not being gender biased here assigning negativity to women just that it suited
my write up.) They were in a relationship though yet not married. Because there
had been times that, a human had only been positive and never been negative.
However, I could see that both Mr. Positive and Ms. Negative were madly in love
with each other. One cannot deny though, that it could be an on and off
relationship. Then we met Mr. Happy and Mrs. Sadness. Happily married since may
be before the existence of human life. They existed since the time of Gods on
Earth. They were then married in the
year when human life came into existence in the form of bacteria. Since then
they have been playing games and enjoying each other’s company. Mr. Positive
and Ms. Negative are their distant cousins respectively. I just tapped on this
man’s shoulder and asked him when he was going to introduce me to Success and
Failure. “Ah! I have kept the best for the last. Come I will introduce you to
them.” We went to a table in the </span><span style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">center</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> of the hall. Decorated lavishly, it had
all sorts of expensive silverware and dining table accessories on it, along
with many food items. No doubt I felt a little tempted to eat stuff but I </span><span style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">realized</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> I was on a weight loss spree and my diet should be in track. There
right in the most important seat was Ms. Success and Mr. Failure. Success was
looking very beautiful. She was dressed like a fairy and it is now I understand
why every man desires her. She was so tempting and adorable that I felt like
sitting and staring at her and romancing her forever. Well, just for
imagination sake I can term that she was looking like Anushka Sharma or
Madhubala dressed up all like a fairy. (Both actresses are my </span><span style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">favorite</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">.) On
the other hand I saw Mr. Failure all dressed up in dirty clothes. He had a
beard and unkempt hair. He was probably drunk and was on the spree to get drunk
more. He was aware that people were staring at him and calling him all sorts of
names but he could not help it. He was trying every bit to look a little
presentable and greet people with respect, but he was too shy and unconfident
about greeting anyone or talking to anyone. Everyone came and greeted success,
but no one even wanted to mention a small hello to Mr. Failure. I felt pity. I
leaned forward to greet him. The Man held me back. “If you greet failure
remember Ms. Negative and Mrs. Sadness would come along to seduce you. They
will play all the tricks to make you fall for them. They will loot you of all
your talents skills and leave you no option but to join Mr. Failure at the
table, exactly in the same manner that he is right now. So choose wisely.” I
could not leave someone so depressed and sad. It is my moral responsibility and
my nature to cheer people up around me. I decided to greet Mr. Failure first. I
took a seat next to him. Immediately, Mrs. Sadness and Ms. Negative started
giving me seductive and tempting looks. (I wish that in real life some girl
would do it. LOL) I however ignored them and spoke to Mr. Failure, “Hi!” He
looked at me and was stunned. No one at the party was greeting him and he found
suddenly a man coming to him and greeting him. He was overwhelmed. With teary
eyes he said, “Hello young man. Who are you?” I was happy to see a smile on his
face. “I am Kunal, just a normal human being.” “Normal, Dude you are lot more
than normal. Who decides to greet a failure like me? No one wants to sit and
talk to me. No wants to befriend me. However, you decided to talk to me. You
are kind hearted and a genuine man. I will like to be your friend. Will you be
my friend?” I was a little taken aback. I did not know what would follow if I
made friends with failure. However, I never chose my friends based on looks or
circumstances. I chose them based on my heart. If my heart decides to make
friends with someone, my mind never objected. “Yes why not? I will be friends
with you.” The Man immediately gestured Mr. Positive and Mr. Happy to guard me.
He probably was worried about Mrs. Sadness and Ms. Negative destroying me.
Nevertheless, I gestured him to relax. However, Mr. Happy and Mr. Positive were
en-guard towards Mr. Failure and me. While chatting with Mr. Failure there were
many things we shared. Many things he did not like and he wanted to change them
for his darling Ms. Success. He was trying hard he said. He was crying profusely.
I had no other option but to hug him to console him. Seeing this, The Man, Mr.
Positive and Mr. Happy were all alert now. They all surrounded us. In his
enthusiasm, Mr. Failure hugged Mr. Positive and Mr. Happy. They too did not
object and hugged him back. The Man was now smiling. After an hour of talks Mr.
Failure said, “Kunal you have become my best friend and it is important for me
that I introduce you to my darling Ms. Success. Come with me I will introduce
you to her.” He held my arm and took me to Ms. Success. She was sitting at the
table chit chatting with other guests present there. All those guests looked
very important. Therefore, I hesitantly told Mr. Failure, “Hey! We can meet her
later. She seems busy with some very important people.” “No my friend she will
meet us. The one who befriends Failure and makes it smile, laugh and dance is
the most important person to success and she can never deny meeting him
immediately. She respects the one who ignores Sadness and Negative thoughts and
helps failure to embrace Positive and Happy thoughts.” With confidence booming
in his eyes, he took me to be introduced with success. He called for her,
“Success, my darling please can you come here for a moment.” Success did not
waste a single moment and immediately came towards us. I was a little hesitant.
Such a beautiful woman is coming to greet me and I was so </span><span style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">under-dressed</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">. My hair
was undone and my beard not shaven. I looked like a roadside Romeo in my denim
jacket and faded jeans. Failure looked at me and said, “Do not be shy. Look at
me. I look even worse than you but she still loves me a lot.” Success came and
hugged Failure. She placed a kiss on his lips and forehead. She then looked at
me and in her sweet beautiful voice said, “Who could this handsome guy be?” I
was overwhelmed to hear the word ‘Handsome’ that too from the one and only
Success. She was so beautiful and she complimenting me with the word ‘Handsome’
was a dream come true. It is not every day that a beautiful girl looks at a
fatso of 90Kgs and calls him handsome. She came towards me holding hands with
failure. She placed her other hand in front of me. I held her hand and kissed
on her fingers. (Just like the French kiss a Senorita’s hand) I then spoke in a
deep voice, “My name is Kunal Dhiren Patrawala. I am a friend of Failure.” At
this very moment, there was total silence around. It seems I spoke the words a
little too loud in my excitement of meeting such a beautiful woman that
everyone could hear my words. Everyone was staring at me now in an awestruck
expression. There were whispers around. I could hear people pointing at me and
telling their fellow mates ‘This man is a friend of Failure.’ Failure was all
confident now, had his chest out with pride. His eyes were gleaming with
happiness and faith. (Nothing to do with God here, I do not believe in
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overwhelmed to see that people were now noticing Failure in a total different
perspective. They were showing respect towards Failure. She then looked at
Failure and found that he was very happy. She then hugged me and kissed me on
my cheeks. People were again awestruck. Then she gestured the musicians to play
music. She held my hand took me to the dance floor and asked me to dance with
her. Soon Failure joined us and all the three of us had become the centre of
attraction at the party. People were clapping and applauding. Failure had some
amazing dance moves. No one was aware that Failure could dance so well. I was
happy to see Failure dancing and happy. I gestured The Man and Mr. Positive and
Mr. Happy to come and join us. They came and started dancing with us. Everyone
was happy and I was satisfied. I was satisfied, because one more time I had
justified my existence on earth making someone happy. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">After the party was over, The Man
accompanied me to his car. On the way back, he told me, “Now you know why
Success and Failure go hand in hand. Success romances Failure. However, it
respects those who change Failure and instead of letting it be sad and negative
make it happy and positive. Therefore, without failure success is not at all
possible. Success seems unimportant without failure. The man who knows how to
change failure into everything happy is the man who knows success and always
achieves it. You know how to make someone laugh, and the height of this talent
is that you made Failure itself laugh, how you could imagine Success would not
befriend you. You are now her best friend. So dude you are one lucky chap now.”
I was happy to hear all this. I however had one query. He looked at me and he
knew it that I had a query. We came back to the cafe. He got down and shook my
hands. “I know you want to know who I am right.” “Yes, I do.” “Mr. Kunal Dhiren
Patrawala, I am your imagination.” I was stunned hearing this. He just gave me
a smile and waved good-bye. I was suddenly sitting at the cafe with my laptop
in front of me. I could see I had typed the whole article. So, now I know my
imagination guided my soul to the words I needed to carve the sculpture of my talents
and vocabulary into a statue I enjoyed making and now adore looking at. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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