Thursday, June 2, 2011

My Brother – Token of Love


I can’t remember living without my brother around. We are very close in age. I nicknamed him as “KUKUR”. My brother is an inborn dancer, talented actor and the best of all.  He loves bikes. My brother uses 100% of everything he has to do the things that are reflex to us. I have learned to wait and watch him. This has taught me patience. This is why I believe “an A for effort”, beats an A for the result. My family is very close and they all have taught me things that make me “Anu “
My Home
We, “My family”, have learned to be … loud. We are one noisy family. Because of that I can sleep just about anywhere. My Brother and I shared a room as kids and he also made his fair share of wavelengths and vibrations. He loved the sound of music, talking on the phone, tape recordings of his own voice imitating teachers at school and slamming doors. He would stand and open and close a door 500 times. My bro’ like all kids grew up and I got to watch him. As a girl, I used to run around the house in my slip to the theme music of “Rangeela”! I ran circles through the house until my Dad came home and would say, “Settle!” or my mom spanked me. My bro’ played with the doors and I ran circles through them over and over until mom had enough. It takes children a while to learn how to become embarrassed and I hardly do the Rangeela thing anymore.
Patience and courage
I watched Bro’ evolve into a courageous man who was, to find his own independence.
* I saw him ride a bike on his own, crash it on a fast speedy turn, his bruise his body and still, get back in the saddle to ride again – and not be scared!
* I witnessed his dancing skills and his desire to explore. He use to learn and practice every step till it was perfect.
* I remember the day when he met with an accident, OH! Still I get scared when I think of that event, he met with a train accident, God blessed him, he was saved, though he couldn’t dance for 3 months, still he never took himself as loser, his whole dance group left him, but he had high hopes, he knew he’ll make it big somebody, now again he is an amazing dancer. He is really courageous.
Humour
My Brother has taught me to enjoy the time I have and those I love. He and I are very close we have both grown up “side by each” together. We synchronize in the sense of humour department that is for sure. We both can be a little whacked!
He gets people laughing. He has a gift that is absolutely wonderful to witness and experience and others have told me the same.
He also touches people somewhere inside and he is rarely scared of people or confrontation. He is confident that way. He is straightforward… there is no sugar in his jar for coating much embarrassment. He knows who he likes and why. He listens and cares about your feelings. He is a character and loves to be part of the action. He has a great sense of humour. He has taught me a lot about people and the acceptance of others no matter who they are. He sees no hierarchy in society. No one person is more important than another in social status, colour, or ability.
Believe
He has also taught me that life is fragile and that life isn’t fair: you must make the best of it and keep your head high. Think positive, be positive, resolve what you can and think in solutions. Every day with him is a great experience.
Confident
My bro’  has taught me to stand up for what I believe in, voice my opinions even if they are not popular, do not compromise my principles, and stand confident on my own if I believe in something – do not back down if the consequence is worth the effort.
The ‘ties that bind’
My parents have always been great to us. They have taught us many of life’s lessons like good parents do. My bro’ has great empathy for others, their difficulties and their feelings. He is great at discussing those situations with you and letting you know that he is thinking of you in your tough times. He always offers to help. He has great insight when it comes to his observation of your emotions. He understands. He listens. I feel greatful to have him as my bro. I’m sure I would be a different person if I did not know him. He makes me remember that we are all people here on this Earth and we are all important to our friends, family and loved ones just the way we are.
I can go on writing about him …He is a beautiful part of my life. I just want to say-
B – eing the best is what you share.

R – eal , trusthworthy , and to every deed you are fair.

O – utstanding and worth appreciation is the skill you bear.

T – ogetherness and innocence you care.

H – ealing any pain with kindness you dare.

E – verything you do is special and rare.

R – ich in values and with a great understanding flair.

A Brother like you is a blessing for a lifetime.
I love you ‘ Kukur’ , My Bro’ you are the BEST !
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Alen…I love you!!!


Note : I was in standard sixth when I wrote this poem…:-)..Do read… it is cute and fun.

It happened one day…
I met him on the way…
The wind was clam …
We met each other in the farm…

He saw me…
I saw him…
We exchanged smiles…
We were friends!

We met daily…
Our time passed gaily…
We chatted a lot…
About just here ‘n’ there…

I knew as days passed, he care..
That feeling which came to me was very rare…
We had a lot of things to share..
We made a very nice pair…

One day he said..
He had to leave…
He  had to join work…
He was in the army…

I was sad…
Somewhat, really mad…
But nothing I could do…
He had to move..

The day came he had to leave…
We kissed each other goodbye…
He was waiting for the bus…
Standing in a queue…

When I gathered all courage…
And shouted ….Wait!
Alen ! I love you……….I love you…

Suddenly there was a gap…shshshzzzzzzzz
When mom waked me up… from my study…
With really a tight slappppppp…………..:-)
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Monday, May 23, 2011

Royal Me’


At  5.30am the alarm rang , and I woke up wore my tracks and sportz shoes and went  for a jog,  it was very  chilled I dialled my friend shanny’s number, she said she’ll join me in 5 at joggers’s park , buzzed vinay(vinny) , he was already waiting for me with his silver colour Royal Enfield,  Woah! that was the only thing which wakes me up early... every morning, was desperate to learn riding a Royal Enfield, I used to lieto my  mom and go jogging to learn biking …naughty me!

Vinny and I waited for shanny, unfortunately she didn’t turn up that day, we started with our training session..I must tell I felt a “Queen” when I kicked started the bike and started it on the road…it was an amazing experience, vinny used to sit behind me to guide me…you won’t believe It took me one whole day to kick start the bike, when I initially started to get hands on it…But now it was an amazing feeling everytime I ride on it…I was not very good but confident when I sat on the Royal…I think Royal is the king of Bike’s….It gives a God like feeling every time I get on it…Forgive me GOD!

One day Vinny and I decided that I test my driving skills and ride the royal on the road , shanny warned us, but I was super excited and overheard her, just kicked started the Royal, vinny jumped on the bike with me and off we went on the road riding to joy…when suddenly there was huge truck in front of me…I was shit scared , instead of slowing down I changed the gear, I was too fast, lost control, the truck guy was drunk…and there just in seconds we slipped and slide off  the road, before the truck could take us on….I was hurt badly, both I and vinny were lucky that we did not crack any of our bone….Passer bys helped us getting back our breath to normal, even the drunken truck driver had stopped…courtesy :) , Nothing went wrong with the royal , except for the mirror (cracked)….

That day when I reached home… it was very difficult to face my mom… I’ll skip the home part….It was a very big episode....I decided not hide anything from momma...
But yes...Even today the memory of learning to ride a Royal Enfield is fresh in my mind ….I can still feel the Royal Me’

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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Hello God…


Hello God…I’m Aneeshya , How are you?  I’m just 4 and half years old, I’m very sad, I see Mom and dad fight every day, I heard them saying last night that will part ways, does that mean, they will stay away from each other forever, If so…then I want you to help me , I don’t want my mom and dad to be separated…You know what God…Here’s a deal just say yes if you like…’mean how will u say yes…I never heard you talking…’m sure you are dumb…but you can always gimme a signal if you like my offer -like drop the flower on your head..Right on my hand and I will know you said ‘YES’

Now the deal is-
I will never cry and ask if I want something
I will listen to everything mom and dad say…
I will learn all my poems by heart (whispers  ...Only which I like)
I will never dirty (chee  ...chee.../pooh...poo) my knickers
I will not play in the mud and lick my palm to taste it , but if u like the taste of mud I can share it with u…sorry :)
I will not break my toys
I will talk to you everyday
Just imagine I will make u my best friend, share my milk and pudding with u...
I will also share my chocolate with u…
I will not hurt my neighbor’s dog by pulling his tail...
I will not eat chalk when no one is around...
I will not hide momma’s chappals…
I will not eat momma’s lipstick (tho’ it’s yum and tasty)
I will not do any kind of Drama while eating food…Will eat whatever is served
I will never put my finger in my nose in front of guest...
Will not be stubborn anymore…I will be a good girl...
Will not sleep during Rhyme class...
AAchooo….will not force daddy to play with me, when hez tired…
Will never hide my dad’s shoe lace or tie it as a necklace …
I will not prepare invisible food and tell momma to eat it…
I will not bite my cook…(I just hate her..Whispers)
I don’t want mom and dad to leave me …I want Dad to take me to school forever and Mom to love  me and make good pastries for me…

Aneeshya…just went on and on…her parents were listening to her conversation with God, they slowly kept the flower on her hand when her eyes were closed…they realized their mistake...


Never argue, abuse, or talk about separation in front of your child, care for your child and your child’s happiness…You are a world for your child!

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Monday, April 25, 2011

The Dead...Don't mourn their Fate!


It was like 3.00am in the morn. I was reading the letter which said…
Dear Diana,
I Love you, trust me, I can never think a day without you, you are very important for me, 11 years is a long time to understand someone…I know I do, though you don’t want to understand me, please don’t say you don’t trust me, it really hurts, the girl you saw in the coffee shop was my sister, it’s true I never mentioned about her, but come back I will let you know the reason, you and our daughter Mary are a world for me. 
I can’t bear the thought of separation, why did you fight with me, you never gave a chance to explain, this was the only way I could speak to you, let you know how much you mean to me, this is just not a letter , it is me saying to you that don’t leave me alone in this world or I will be no more, I’m incomplete without you Diana, come back hold my hand, I will do as you say, I be as you want I will do anything to just make you smile , just be mine forever…just don’t go away…come back…. I also have booked the house of your dreams , and when you come back you'll will also have lots of surprises which will make you happy...please come back..its me on my knees I want you and Mary to be with me forever....
Love Richard ('m only yours my love')
There were tears in my eyes when I read this letter I decided to go back…
Flashback
I just packed my suitcase, told Mary to get ready and reached for the car keys it was 1.30am, I was pissed off with Richard, cos’ I thought he was having an affair, actually I did see him couple of times with another girl, and which wife in the world can ever bear a another women in her man’s life…I wanted to separate, Richard tried convincing me, I was not ready to listen, just pulled my suitcase from the staircase and rushed to my car, Mary... my beautiful daughter followed me…
Present
I have no idea when Richard slipped the letter in my purse… but the letter was really touching and honest, I decided to go back…speak to him and get things settled, I was just feeling guilty after reading the letter..when there where millions of things just running and juggling thru’ my mind I heard a crowd on the highway shouting for help I rushed to see what happened…it was a car accident, the car seemed quite known, the lady who was driving the car died on the spot and to my surprise she looked like me…my heart was beating faster…and I knew it was "ME" I did not want to believe it ...I saw Mary lying unconscious , I wanted to hold her, but no one could see me, I wanted to go back to my body, tell the crowd ‘m there, ‘m alive…no one could hear me…I’d lost it for my life…I could never go back, never say “Richard. I understand…’m sorry” My anger separated me from my loved ones… I was dead…helpless…and couldn’t mourn at my fate!

"Never be angry with your loved ones give them space, a chance to explain, or you might miss them for lifetime"

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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

NOT FOR SALE...Buried For Life!


Driving through dirty lanes, junky roads, isolated places, almost late evening…I was wondering where Gateway of India is …I asked “Uncle…Where are we going he just said – Aarti don’t worry you are safe, just trust me…” I had no option but to trust him, I was new in the city, suddenly the taxi stopped...my uncle told the driver to get down and told me that I just had to co-operate as he will change my life forever , I did not understand or realize what he was saying, but it was not to late when he started touching me, hugging me, his grip was just becoming more and uncomfortable for me, I tried to free myself, I shouted , I yelled but there was no one who could hear me, except the taxi driver who did not care , My uncle forced himself on me, pushed himself so hard on me that I lay half alive, but to my sudden shock I found the taxi driver tearing the tits and bits of me…my dreams were crushed and tattered …I lay there knowing I’m buried for life…

Aarti had come with her uncle for Mumbai Dharshan, and that to without informing her parents, she thought if she did, they won’t allow her and sees the darker side of life. There are ‘n’ numbers of innocent children like her, who are traded everyday for sexual purpose, raped and thrown on railway tracks, used to make blue films, top class child prostitution… A customer may negotiate an exchange directly with a child prostitute in order to receive sexual gratification, or through an intermediary (pimp) who controls or oversees the prostitute’s activities for profit. The provision of children for sexual purposes may also be an object of exchange between adults. Many children are prostituted over the Internet with the use of webcams to facilitate this abuse, and pornography may be linked to the prostitution. Children are often forced by social structures and individual agents into situations in which adults take advantage of their vulnerability and sexually exploit and abuse them.

Why??? Can we voice this??? I know we can’t completely stop it, but can we care that it does not happen to innocent children, atleast save one innocent child from the abuses and happenings, as it happens without predictions. It is so scary to think that an innocent child is being used for lure business.
Let’s join and save an Aarti from being “buried for life”

Children are God's messengers and never for sale! Let's voice for the assets of our nation "THEY ARE NOT FOR SALE"

End Child Prostitution, Child Pornography and Trafficking of Children for Sexual Purposes


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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Will You KISS Me...


I had to choose between him and my mother what could I do…Just moved on…  Harry loved me like no one, we were two people and one life, I too loved him immensely, we decided to get married but my mother did not want me to marry Harry, she always said he loves only you not the “YOU” inside.

I tried convincing her a lot, but she was never happy about me and Harry being together, she used to completely ignore my talks about how much Harry means to me, everything was vain, I just couldn’t convince her enough. Harry wanted me to go against my mom and get married to him, to tell the truth even I felt the same, I thought once I get married to Harry, things will automatically change, my mom might realize how good a son-in-law Harry is…But somewhere I felt a pinch of going against her, I didn’t have a father, my dad passed away when I was quite young, my mom was the only guide, friend and family for me…

Harry and I started arguing on our marriage, every day we used to end up saying we better break-up if things continue the same and always make up the next day with a kiss on my forehead. I really loved him. Finally I decided to speak to my mother once and for all and even if she permits or not will get married to Harry, it was like 7.00 in the evening, I will never forget that evening my Mom was having coffee and reading a book, I sat in front of her and said “Mom, I’m getting married to Harry, I know you don’t like him, but I love him a lot, I can’t stay without him..so even if you say NO I will and want to spend the rest of my life with him” My mother had tears in her eyes, she said “I will be really happy if Harry and you are together, but there is something I want to share…”

I was confused, coz’ my mom was always against Harry, suddenly a change of mind…My mother continued…”I have hidden a fact from you, I’m HIV Positive, I came to know about this only a couple of months back, I did not want to scare you by sharing this truth about me, I always want you to be happy, I want you to settle with your love and live a happy life…”  Please go ahead and don’t share this scary truth with him… my mom was literally crying hard, I was in complete silence, I did not know what to say, or how to react suddenly this came like nowhere, I just went to my room…She came to my room and asked “Will you still love me..Will you still hug me…I did not wait to hear anymore, I hugged and kissed her cheeks, and I had tears in my eyes while she was still crying...

I met Harry I looked into his eyes and asked him how much he loves me…he just smiled and hugged me, I felt warm and comfort, I told him to kiss me, he kissed me and that was the most romantic kiss ever I can still feel that in my veins (smiles) , I knew... it will either be the last kiss or a forever one…I shared the truth about my mother…He was quite , he did not say a word but suddenly he was laughing and said so what … everything is fine Don’t worry!!! I was feeling relaxed that Harry has accepted the truth and still loves me…when I was weaving my thoughts he just said that he had to leave coz’ he had some meetings scheduled…
He was just walking away waving his hand...When I realized he did not kiss me “GOODBYE”...I called...Wait Harry "Will you not kiss me Goodbye…" He just smiled and rushed into his car...my eyes were moist…I got my answer….

I came home to my mom…Now I knew from within and was confident, that someday if I had to choose between my Mother and him….It will be my mom...I love you MOM!

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