A Sorry Citizen

Clueless thinking of how to pen down a subject that have been bothering since a while, this came to me unannounced, demanding to write. Bothersome unconfined to me but a nation.

Dear friends, have a apolitical read !!

Hence defining the topic would be a stupidest job to do, leaping over to a sad-some situation that approached a friend of mine, which beyond the dirty reality took her to emotional distress.

When the whole nation is busy following a special act of the government, some supporting while others opposing, anyway both leading to violence, here lies a nation being torn at its worst, worrying whether it could regain someday what it had lost. In the normalcy of daily-day lives, the friend who is a B.Ed. graduate, being appointed as a trainee in a school was asked to attend a class of grade 4. Dealing with the lower primary children is a haphazard for the trainees for two reasons. Number one, they don't ever seem as teachers but a far super senior who just visits the class when the real teachers are tired. Number two, since the validity of reason number one is prevalent, the treatment received is also of a brothers' or sisters', never of a teachers'. Hours of tries of disciplining the children, one would ground so easily with a mentality of giving up the 'not yet reached teaching career'. The one in the group of trainees, from a Muslim community, who got married very recently, was surprisingly allowed to continue her academic life amidst of all the orthodox useless traditions of her family. After all the hard part of teaching the children, she had the most amazing games for them, which made them disciplined and stole their hearts. She continued it on a daily basis that the children now developed a sense of enjoyment during the training period classes. Apparently on a day, when the session finished a bit earlier, they sat together for a chit-chat and talking about the cats in her home who are just like them, naughty all the time and how much her father used to beat her for poor marks in her school days etc, a boy neared her and asked in his cutest innocent manner why she was wearing this long black almost whole body covering dress. She laughed and told him that because she is a Muslim and usually they use this dress known as purdah. The boy with his mouth little more opened than before asked her now; 

   "You're a Muslim? So, when are you going to Pakistan???"

Shocked, the girl asked who told him this and he replied that his Dad told him the other day. The bell rang and she left the class thinking how will she teach a generation like this !

My friend told me that this was one of the saddest situation she had to face in the recent past. The melancholy of the purdah girl spoke the loudest even in the silence.

My dear Dad of the child, 'supporting or opposing' is of your personal choice. But the food you make your son eat four times a day is impalpable when you induce such poison, in concert to him. I wonder whether you have also told him to keep quite during that line of the pledge, 'All Indians are my brothers and sisters'. What a numb you are !!

#AVenemousGenerationIsSproutingToo

#NotSeeingAnyFuture

#ASorryCitizen

Also, please keep the political comments with you. Thank you. 

Survived Challenges !!

Friends,

A 5 months wait is not fragile. So, here is a biiiiig haaaii......

With hearts throbbed, Kerala survived its second flood. The havoc, year after year celebrates its competitive spirit of being more havoc. After all of those regrets of false lifestyle, curses of fate and striving towards normalcy, it left leaving cautiousness in each and every mind of people all over Kerala. The laziness of rain towards a pause is a yellow card till date.

And during the time, I saw three groups of people in the politicized Kerala:
 One, people with a hand of financial help for the affected. Money flipped to authorized accounts with a stern belief on them, have had reached the expected, whomsoever the expected were !! The receipts must have had an obligation, I guess, I wish !!!!! 


 Two, including the capables as well as the incapables, whom I think are mostly ready to work really hard and are genuine towards whatever work they do. I salute you for the efforts. They lacked that belief on the availability of financial aid and chose a better intellectual way of their own, okay many ways and went on, from the beginning to the end.

 Three, this is so interesting. They were in their respective comfort zones, watching everything. Sometimes felt sorry for the condition, in between. Belief never matters for them at all during a silly flood. Sitting completely doing nothing, they were busy sharing tips on what not to do for the relief aids on their social media groups. I hope they eat and sleep well, today too !!!

Anyway, three of these taught us one or the other which can be remembered. In this place, where political reasons hide behind even an ant bite, survival shall never be that easy.
(Comments on this line planning to approach me will be uninvited guests. Thank you).

Witnessing something other during such peak times was more of pain, I could say. Being bored in a public place, I saw a group of five girls, in their teens enjoying their post school time chatting and pulling each other's nose, happily, without any water around them. We shared the same feeling of hunger by then, when they decided to chew something where I stood idle of dreaming the food awaiting me back home. The colorful packets on their hands made that attention seeking noise of everyone around. Within a minute, emptying the packets and clapping the leftovers down, the girls bid bye each other and walked away, happily. Now, the charming five plastics, on the road, in a round table conference position, accompanied me. 

I was worried to pity on what ! Their non eco-friendly act?? Their culture?? Their education?? or Their gender??

I mean, everything can be criticized during a crisis.

I proudly thought of my alma mater then, which carried out the swachh bharat abhiyan (even long before swachh bharat came into existence) every week, sometimes each single day, without a fail, ever !! 

The women before us, who fought for the right to education and all other things, seeing this, might be regretting on the other side of life. Inside the home, with a non-outer world connection was far better than contributing to the destruction, they might had murmured each other.

Dear flood, may you never come our way another time to bring back these plastics to our homes. We are already fed up. But never underestimate us as tired.  Fight is until to the tomb !!! 

#keralafloods2019

#survivalstories

-until next time-

When travel really astonishes you !

Friends,
 As it is the peak time of the end of the semester, I really have busy days. A couple of pending assignments which had been kept to tomorrows to do (though tomorrow hadn't happened still), some power point presentations (which I hate the most), other unavoidable works and more than any of these, end semester examinations in less than a week. So plans for updating the blog was only in succeeding list of priorities.

But resistance almost ate me. I have to write this.

A day back, I had to travel in a four wheeler with three men who are completely harmless and decent. Two middle aged and one in his late twenties. This is the story of my frustration, anxiety, uneaseness and whatever you call it being not in a good state. 

I will disclose three things that had happened inside it with a time frame of almost two hours.

Number one :
The completely extremist people picked me up from a place where one of my friend dropped me in a two wheeler. To my bad luck, the friend was genetically a 'male' by birth. So I was given a wonderful look for holding his shoulder while I was getting down from his two wheeler. Literally they took a sword from air by chanting some mantra and cut out my hand in a single give. It was 3 in the noon and the sun was burning people in light. And you know, I was advised to better walk in this scorching sun than coming in a two wheeler with a male friend, that too touching him because it was too much better to inhale sun rays. After all, Vitamin D is important.
I curse, let your submissive misogyny suck you someday !!

Number two:
Getting out to the main road, after filling fuel, I was assigned to look if any vehicle from the other side is approaching or not and suddenly the man in the twenties started to laugh. After the self entertaining teeth show, he explained the reason behind it still trying hard to hold his breath. He was very much astonished about  a social media joke that resurrected on Women' day. It goes like this.
 Somebody on Women's day was remembering someone that it is Women's day today and the other one immediately asks, "Women???" (like who on earth are those?). And the first person explains, "Ya, the ones who uses indicator lights only after turning to the respective sides". And then suddenly the other man recognizes who a woman is. Wow, like there are no other ways to explain about a woman but only traffic mistakes.
The man in the car do not even possess the basic common sense to self estimate how lame his joke was. Even though the brain wasn't, his tooth were super bright.
May God shall always bless him !!!

Number three:
We then passed by a worship place of a particular religion where some sound was coming out which was also completely religious. It was a religion which mismatched my travel-mate's religion and they got bloodshed disturbed by the sound. You may not believe, but the same man in the twenties started mocking the sound that came and commented:
" They thinks that they are some K. J. Yesudas.".
Thank God K. J. Yesudas hadn't heard him or might stop his singing career for using his talent as a comparing example in such a worst way. I was really speechless watching him. How could someone be this stupid. Your generation is ashamed for having you but your religion is such a lucky one dude.
I was simply thinking of the day you realize your own stupor for being a waste agape !!

There are number four, number five and so on too. But I will loose myself if I continue.

Friends, I am heedless how you might have felt reading this but what I had pointed earlier was true. It was such frustrating and discomforting. People like these shall never find a way of the beautiful world in which they live but are unaware of.

And of course, if somebody has any plans of awarding me for the level of patience I had attributed, you are utmost welcome !!!

-no much love this time-

My first blood donation story !

So, here am I !

Back to you, back to the favourite space, to the ease world !!!

My dear people,

    If you believe, I missed being with you but days detained me for some better reasons. I have been a bad custodian of complications all these while. Anyways, finally out from the not wholly 'busy bee' moments.

   Restarting gratified and love, love and pure love for all those who never missed a chance to make me spit out the reason behind the pulled pen. If I was in a worst situation by then, you made me happy and if I was in a good situation, you made me much happier. Whatever it may be, glad knowing u remembered me and 'MINE'. 

   Hope all of you had donated blood for at least once in your lifetime. If not, hurry. May this page of MINE make you run to. I wanted all of you to do it not only for the reason that donating blood is a good deed but it will experience you something different as it happened with me. And today you will be reading about my very first blood donation story.

   It happened almost two years back. As usual the class was filled with silent yawns just after the first hour and the immediate entry of the second hour lecturer added up-to the witheredness. Then the not less graded fairy junior excuses for students with an O +ve blood group. Three of the back-benchers including me raised hands within no time and got out of the yawn room. I confess, my main motto was to get out and not the donation. Well, three of ours were. Picked up some other students too and we headed to the donation centre. Least I knew our destination was the Regional Cancer Centre (RCC), Trivandrum.

Have you ever been there? I should say this. People who lacks capacity witnessing suffrage, never ever visit RCC. Believe me, never ever !

   The hub of masked mouths and shaved heads !!!

The first thing I saw in RCC was a girl, not more than 10 taken in a wheel chair. Her head was tilted to one side and eyes were half-open. She was not dead but anytime soon, I guessed. The worst guess one can ever have ! From the corridor to the inner rooms we could see people from different age groups in the same situation. Sadly, majority of them were children. Teens were not less too. Passing by each of them what I noticed was the relatives of the patients with more heart aches than the patients had. 

Shaved minds accompanying shaved heads !!!

   We were taken into a corner of the first floor. They checked all the formal stuffs including the height, weight, blood counts etc which then revealed the lacking counts of one of our friend who was made to just sit idle waiting us to complete the donation and way back. I remember the disappointment lead her to take an oath of having beetroots thrice a day.

After all the formal procedures we donated blood. A girl whose brother was a close friend of one of our junior was in need of the blood. The energizers dissatisfied one of the donor to regain the energy which made us wait an another hour for him to stand himself up.

   We came out of the terrible scenes to the side of the courtyard of RCC where the brother of the patient (who is the friend of our junior) was waiting for us. He looked pale, faded, hope ran out of his eyes which were thanking us now. He asked us to join him to have as much as food we are in need of which we whole heartedly rejected. Then he rushed to one of the nearby shops and brought us two large bottles of some fruit juice. I am sure , it might have been the largest one in the shop. All those who cry over some unreasonable things, should have met this man. For there is nothing worse than witnessing yourself at his place, waiting for your dear ones to come out of the hugs of death. Unable to have any conversation with the innocent soul, we bid a bye before which he held a hand of one of my friend and kept it close to his heart saying, "May god bless you all, thanks for this and please do pray".

   He waved us with a smile, eyes tear flooded with walls behind him echoing the heart felt prayers. 

   A year back then, the girl left him, left the world which I came to know from a WhatsApp message. She was just 13. I prayed, still prays to give him the strength to bear the loss satisfying myself  thinking at least I had been for her in a small stage of her life.

-infinite love-

    

Never let go off things you could !!!

Stealing some worthwhile moments of your's over again !

Welcome back readers...

Once you go back to your academic life, the boredom mode which never kept you companion-less all along the vacation days transmutes suddenly to a busy mode. The reality is, actually you don't have anything to do in the initial days but you are busy !!!

Okay, whatever it is, today I would like to write something which will never bring a smile on you but I have to write it. 

She was passionate about driving. Even though that was never her foremost matter to worry about, she always had a desire to drive it of her own someday. And the day was not so far. The driving classes went on with fastened heartbeats, inescapable shiverings, much laughter and a lot to remember. But she never knew the final day will be the one to remember for the whole lifetime. 

It was the test-day. She had brighter mind-goings. All the boastings in the WhatsApp group till last night of being a legally permitted driver is going to be real.She had to leave early than the other days. Much early that the Sun as well as her friends still had time to turn up !! So all the messages to pray for her was sent the previous night itself. And yeah, they only prayed to make up the test I guess.

It was raining heavily. She noticed the wipers doing a hard job to endure with the heavy rain. That was the last minute mock-test before the actual one. The other students were about to reach only. She was insisted to start with her's. He sat next to the driver's seat with her in the white Maruti 800. All these days, during the classes, she noticed him touching her hands. She could never mind it because steering of course needs hands and to be taught with the master's hands which may lead to some touchings and all. Most of the other students of her batch were boys who were all smaller than her by age but taller by height.

She didn't forget to pray before she started. And rehearsed the things which were taught by him. But this day was more confusing for her. She worried much. May be the tension was the one which never allowed to bring the actual thing in practice. He got angry by then.

" What the hell is going on ???

Do drive properly for God's sake. You are going to be tested within hours".

She could hardly hear him. The sound of rain was audible than of his roar. This added up to her tension. But she tried hard to concentrate and do well. And suddenly the closed windows of the vehicle mattered him.

"Why this windows are closed ??? Just open those".

And then he leaned over to her. His hands went in front of her chest part. The spark underwent within her by then, didn't allow her to notice even he touched more of her or not. And then he lifted almost the major part of his body from the seat and tried to impose it on her acting to be leaning towards the window to open it. What scorched him that much to open the window of her side in that heavy rain when the one in his side was still closed ??

She was unable to move. She leaned backwards as much as she could but the seat was not the leaning one !!!

He went back after opening the window. Now, it rained inside the vehicle too but only on her side. She started getting wet. She looked at him who was putting much effort in his work to get his student passed anyhow.

"See, I am getting wet. The windows cannot be let open like this. I am soaking". She said in a normal tone.

He looked her much ruder this time and asked, " Is that what matters you now ? You want to get passed or not"?

That was unbelievable. She was not even allowed to speak up. Without help, she resumed the practice where she couldn't even touch the gear just because his dirty hands waited for it to grab those. She suddenly pulled back her hands a couple of times when she felt the abnormal touch. Yeah, there are those 'abnormal touches' which a girl could sense at times.

Now she was scolded for pulling hands from the gear. And when pulling back stopped working, his hands started working towards the higher part of her hands where the buttons of the hands of her kurti stopped him and rescued her. She was able to sense the unusual things happening around her but was unaware of doing something all of a sudden. She was able to cry but then one of the other student showed up.

 In anger, he insisted her to get out of the car and the other student was called up for the mock-test. He again leaned over her and opened her door and almost tried to push her out. She got out of the car and searched for places to escape from the rain. But it was a ground !!

She stood in the rain all through the other one's practice and then she was called again. With much uneaseness, she went on and this time it was better than the former one. 

With a relief, she was about to get out and then she heard him saying with a wink :

"Girls look much sexier when they are wet".

A tight hard slap on his filthy face !!! Is that the one all of you were expecting??? Sadly, no way. That didn't happen. Instead she stood there for more than two seconds with a red face. Tears plugged in her eyes, fearing to touch the cheeks. She controlled her feelings because she never wanted to  worse the situation. After the test, went back home, broke up and the rest was handled in the way it had to be handled even though it was late.

There are no girls who never experienced any of the worse situations like these or other even once in their lifetime. Most of them falls in the category of being helpless. 

Sitting in the room in my house with my father on one side and brother on the other, I can speak of hitting him to death. I can write of punishing him to the worst. But being in such situations will always never bring all those words into practice. I really admire and respect those girls who are enough courageous to handle such situations and honestly pray, May all girls over there get the same courage.

And this was an experience of one of my friend. I wish such things never happen to any girl. I had to compulsively write it here, share it with you all because I still couldn't forget the tears in her eyes when she told it to me and may be someday I cannot bear the guilt of sitting idle witnessing her tears. But now, at least I had done which I could !!!

May I never get another opportunity to write things like these !

-infinite love-

Strolling over the favourite part of life !!

Hello my dear readers,

Thought of catching you up so soon that I couldn't resist myself from sharing this one with you !

The other day, had a get-together with the school friends over again. Whenever we huddle up, more often than sharing all our fresh life-goings, all we do is laugh ! Just laughing, laughing and laughing for no reason. But this insanity is sectionalized to girls only. The lunatic ladies !!!

And that one day turns out to be the ecstatic one birthing an inner yearn to be with them more and even more !!

School was never less than home for us. Aside from all the achievements one earns from a residential school system, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalayas contributes furthermore. Being a Navodayan is our self-esteem for life.

And the best part from my school life was the 'migration life'( As I had already mentioned about the migration policy of JNVs in one of my by gone posts, further illustration will bore you). The one whole academic year at JNV Gonda(Uttar Pradesh) is one of the ever best memory of my life till date. We had a totally different kind of life there enjoying freedom to the fullest of being the craziest ones. Most of our doings out there cannot be disclosed even after years. Even though we were sure our doings outraged our own dignity, we never compromised for 'an obedient us'.

And today I will share a hilarious happening from my migration life.

This is an episode from our tour days over there. It was a three-four days trip to Agra and Delhi. Some of our parents, two teachers and a female staff companion accompanied 19 of us in a reserved mini bus. By then, we were not matured enough to travel ourselves or I bet the crew would had constrained to 19 of us only and we have had much more fun than we actually had with all of them. Agra was our first destination and the morning freshening up was from JNV Agra. I remember the migration girls over there from JNV Kottayam who helped us in all the chores. But the breakfast we had that morning was heart-breaking one. Out of glee, empty stomachs were taken along with us thereafter till the noon meal which occurred nearly in the evening.

 Anyway the excitement of witnessing the Taj Mahal for the first time overrode the hunger. It was less than a two hour journey. One could see Taj erstwhile from a far view, on your way itself, covered with white snow. The far view seems more beautiful in the early morning snow and all you could see is the monument but nothing else. Within no time we reached the gate part from where you don't have a view of it. The crowd over there seemed to be telling that , ' Oh my dear children, you are not gonna see the World Wonder today. Better head home' !!! Hence the immatured us are not dutied to care for the complications regarding the permissions, entries etc and etc, we still don't know how that soon we went inside the so called entry or  part of Taj superseding such a huge crowd and queue. And there is a main gate just near to the lawn in-front of Taj. The view of Taj is only possible once this gate is open. And this was one of the 'heart-beat-skipped' moment of my life. The very first view of Taj Mahal. I never trusted all those General Knowledge books saying Taj Mahal is higher than Qutab Minar but it was much big in real and brought a scar in my trust though! The gate went open and we stood witnessing the White Wonder of the world. It was really wonderful !!!

Then we had to queue for more than an hour to get inside it. The queue from the lawn area went a round and then through the steps to get upon it and it went one more round which then directly took us inside the door. And yeah, we were in the last round of queue. There were policemen in each corners and in such a crowd they couldn't concentrate on any other matters but only managing the visitors and trying to get them inside peacefully. All the cops seemed to be North Indians because all were shouting loudly in 'pakka' Hindi language. Well, because both the states(Kerala and UP) had linguistic differences, there was none other than us speaking Malayalam language in the school compound as well as mostly in the outer compound too. So that our language can be used in any situations without any restrictions. We can even blame people facing them by faking a smile. This of course was an advantage for us. Thank God Hindi is our official language so that vice-versa happening will never help them. So in the queue, all of us were not in one after other sequence but scattered here and there. And so all of us planned to gather after getting down of Taj.

The cops were out of their minds tired of being settling people and shouted at all of us over there. We were not at all pleased with them and kept on murmuring each other about their rudeness. And then two of my friends who were together in the queue were enjoying each other's company talking absolutely rubbish and laughing at everything and nothing. A cop was noticing them for long witnessing their nonsense. They really got angry on the cop for watching over them. And then they started talking about him each other in Malayalam assuring there is none around who can understand the language other than them.

"Why this man is staring at us? It had been long. Look at his eyes. He has such big eyes. Dare looking one more minute we are gonna strike those big eyes" and the murmurs went on. It was so loud that he too can hear but can't understand.

 Finally the queue took us inside Taj where we saw the tomb of queen Mumtaz. She slept silently there. We could only spend just minutes inside it and came out soon. They had to encounter the same cop then, this time much near to them. As the queue moved further and when both approached near him, something strange happened. The cop who used to rudely stare at them, now gifted a smile. Both of my friends were puzzled by this. They questioned the smile and searched for reasons behind it. And the cop with the same smile leaned near them and asked;

"Taj Mahal okke kand kazjhinjo??" (Have you watched Taj)

Yeah, it was in Malayalam!! To the ever worst luck, he was a Malayali, who accepted all the murmurs and confined the answer to it in a beautiful smile.

Should I explain the situation of my friends??? Both stood frozen, eyes almost pushed out of the holes and shivering a bit. Both shook their head as an answer and silently walked away from him, still frozen !!!!

Oh my God, our stomach ached laughing to this  when they told us about it later. We still discusses the same thing each other during our get-togethers and all.

Such a hilarious experience !!

Why do a Malayali cop works in Agra?? Why can't he work in Kerala?? He speaks such a 'pakka' Hindi that none will doubt him for a Malayali.

My dear friends, never judge people by their looks. They are gonna sue you in amusing ways like these !!!

And our journey thereafter was quite awesome. Here is a picture of Taj Mahal which some among us took that day.

And I keeps our pictures too. But I really dare posting those because all of us looks terrible in it.

Hence that was the funniest part of the trip. The life over there was full of happenings like these or a way another related to this type. That was our lovely days for life. Today, here we stand cherishing it after all these long 6 years but still as the best moments !!!

See you soon with something other.

-infinite love-

The recognition of 'being blessed' !!!

Back to my readers !!!

Much busy as well as lazy days kept it this long to reach out to you !

I was all thinking about what actually people mean by 'being blessed'. I had seen most of them using it when comes to the family matters. Like they captions it for a family picture or says they are blessed to have such siblings etc. Of course it is ! Most of us but never think in much depth. Well, according to me, being blessed is when we live a life with protective shelter and good food. Oh, come on, air is what all will get of no cost. The matter comes only whether it is fresh or not ! But the former two, people die being denied of these. Some even live without these, yearning to die, but couldn't. Because they are not blessed as we are. The thing is, we never realize how or for what we are really 'blessed' ! 

Each and everyone of us may have seen people who don't have a house of their own, wandering here and there, in bus stands, railway stations, in streets, begging for food, money. How those people are blessed? They are not, never ! All they have in their eyes is a hope of help from us, 'the blessed ones' ! Our childhood innocent thoughts always included of thinking where these people go or where they live etc. Yeah, I had such doubts and I know most of you had too !

These days when talking about homeless people two such souls strikes my mind at once. I will share about them to you too. 

I had to witness one of them every single day during my degree days since 2015 until some two and a half months ago. A man in his mid-thirties, tall, not much fair, in a shirt and dhoti(I had never seen him in any other dress though). He had long black hair tied to a high-bun, some days left loose. I remember one day he had a hair cut and we double looked him. He used to sit out of our college near to the fence. He will be present in his usual place every morning before we arrived for the classes. And in the evenings we used to visit our favorite tea shop near to the junction and he used to sit on the long steps of a shop opposite to us. And we had also seen him walking from the junction towards the college fence. But never seen him opening his mouth or talking to people. Once in a while, he smiles at us. But the unease to such gracelessness restricted us from smiling back. He used to smoke off and on. One day, it was an August 9, 2016 evening, I was walking through the way passing him with one of my friend. By noticing him for the first time, my friend judged him as a drug addict. I am unaware of the ability behind that foremost sight judgement ! That can be true or may be my friend was wrong. But we used to believe that he was someone who had a bright life back. At times we used to worry of his whereabouts, discuss each other about him and that is when we realize our childhood flew away leaving some pure bits within us, forever !!!

The other one was whom I had to encounter during most of my journeys from hostel to home. A young lady in her late-twenties, dark, neatly tied black hair, not much tall but had sufficient height that none will compare to a precise one. She kept a mismatching dressing trend(well I know calling it a trend will scrunch your eyebrows but nowadays regardless the person, whatever out of an usual style turns up to be a trend and forgive me for it) I had been seeing her since two years in the ladies compartment of Thiruvananthapuram to Mangalore Maveli express. I don't even know whether she travels defying the rules of Indian Railways because a TTE check in ladies as well as general compartment is occasional. She walks through the whole compartment and keeps on murmuring something dissimilar. Sometimes she carries a bag with her. She chats with the other passengers, sometimes disturbs them. Some months back, me and one of my classmate were travelling in the same compartment with her when she disturbed the whole passengers a lot. She abused many of them and my classmate couldn't sleep that whole night. It had been three days since I last saw her so far. I was really shocked when she approached me last Wednesday evening in the same train. She came and asked me:

"Was that Deepthi with you people?"

I signed no shaking my head. And I thought that was all about the journey. She will never let us move in peace. She went to the next seat murmuring about the missing of Deepthi. A middle aged lady in the seat was asking her many questions one after other. She is from Thalassery and is in search of an old age home where she wanted to stay hereafter. The lady suggested her one of them in Shasthamangalam. She was studying the address loudly by heart then. She told the lady that she was married and her husband left her.She had two children who lives with her parents. But it was evident from her way of talking that all of it was just lie as well as rubbish. She moved to the last seat then scolding another girl to sit properly. Anyways that was it and none of us saw her in the morning. At a point of time, I was all thinking about the Deepthi she was searching for !!!

Both of these people were not born as how they are now. Maybe they were blessed ones once and are definitely not now. Regardless of a home, they don't even have an identity of their own. How could someone be blessed when they don't even know who they are and what they are for??? They are just two from millions like them.

We should be thankful to them in some ways. It is only because of them we think of ourselves as how blessed we are. We don't live a compact life like them but are blessed. We should have that proficiency of recognition. We live happily here is because of all we have. We live a plenty life. The recognition itself brings positive omen.

Feel the bliss and let the only life be happily lived !

-infinite love-