It has never been easy to write for me. Sometimes you like to write about the things which have happened in the past or about the things which you dreamt of, or which are happening at present.
Every now and then people tend to ask me about the reason behind all this. It’s very simple, “I just like to put my heart into it.”
Sometimes speaking truth isn’t that easy. Being true to yourself takes lot of courage. It is just because everyone cannot understand what you are going through and what your circumstances are. Just because everything seems right it doesn’t mean that everything is right. Everybody in this world has a mask put on, which they never take off.
Speaking truth is just like removing the mask and revealing your inner self to let people know who you are. The chances are that you can lose your friends, your near ones, your dear ones, and whom you have known from long time. It takes great bit of courage and strength to speak of truth.
All my life I’ve always tried to speak truth. It was a little bit difficult because I lost many friends who were quite close to me. People fail to understand that to speak lie it is very easy but to hide it, it is very difficult. It is just like an infection, which cannot be cured.
I write because it is easier to tell the truth by writing. It makes my heart feel free, my mind without any burden, and my soul without any guilt.
Speaking truth makes you feel weightless, it frees your mind, it makes you strong and bold to face the world that you have done no wrong and when you stand in front of the mirror and see yourself you feel proud that one more day you have faced the world without saying a lie.
Just try yourself speaking once for awhile the truth and facing the world as it is. I’m sure it will make you more than happy than you were before.
“You just live once, but if you do it right then once is enough.”
It had been several days now, but there was no improvement in grandma’s health. Doctor’s tried every option on hand still the prognosis was grave. Grandma was not showing any signs of recovering, just lying still on the bed, not able to respond to any commands, as if just a stone sculpture was kept in the corner of the room with all the ER machines beeping around, nurses trying to attend, it was clear that there was no hope.
Three days past without being able to eat or take liquids, just staring at the walls and thinking when all this will end — doctors now felt the need to contact the family.
The telecaller from the hospital team called up the residence, a full ring — but no one picked up the phone. Answering machine started and the caller left the message. The telecaller informed the hospital staff of not being able to contact the family and hence had left a message.
The physician in-charge got desperate and checked who was the next of kin and tried to contact again but in vain.
Next day morning, a young man in his 30s, Fred, came to the hospital. After inquiring on the help desk, he turned towards the room where grandma was there. He went in slowly so as to not disturb grandma, but as soon as he opened the door and stepped in the nurse sitting by grandma saw that the fingers of grandma move and she blinked, as if she knew who was there in the room.
Fred sat down and asked the nurse about the state of grandma. She said all the things that were in the chart note. Hearing what the nurse said there were tears in the eyes of Fred. The nurse requested Fred that he should talk to grandma and ask her to eat and drink so that she could improve and be out of here.
He talked to her, but she was just staring on his face. He said to her many times and in return she babbled some words that he couldn’t understand. Fred said many times but to no avail. Everything seemed so still and listless. There was complete silence in the room. Fred’s mind had stopped working now — he wanted that grandma should become healthy and come with him but what he was not able to understand that why she was not able to listen him and why he was not able to understand her ? This question was constantly running in his mind.
Just then Aunt Claire arrived to the hospital. Claire lived across the street where grandma and Fred lived. Claire saw that Fred was sitting near grandma; a smile came on Claire’s face, but was halfhearted.
Fred talked to Aunt Claire, he said that he told grandma to eat and drink but she is not listening at all. Nurses are trying to make her eat and drink still she is not responding. “She just keeps of babbling. I just cannot understand her !! What she is trying to say?” Listening to what Fred was saying Aunt broke into tears.
Wiping her tears she said dear Fred, you say that you are not able to understand what she is saying. She is the one who brought you up when your mom and dad died in car accident when you were 1-year-old. At that time you cried, you babbled, but she knew every little gesture of yours, what you want and what makes you happy. Now when she is in a state that she is not able to speak and is babbling you are saying ” I can’t understand what she is speaking !!!”
Fred, my dear, she does not want anything else than love, care, and a will to survive that his grandson is there by her side. Just go and sit besides her, make her sit, give her something to eat and drink, and you will see the change.
Fred following the advice went and did the same. After few days the doctors saw the miracle. Grandma who was not willing to eat, who was just staring at the walls, was now hale and hearty, wanted to go home again and wanted to live.
Will is very strong in a person’s life as are love and care. Love and care gives us the will and strength to fight against all odds in life. No matter how difficult the time is, no matter how dark the night is, the dawn beckons.
He is the one with whom I started to learn my life. He is the one who made me who I am. He is the reason why I am here writing this up. Words are very less to describe him. Thinking where to start from – the first time when he picked me up in his arms or when he kissed my forehead and felt the joy that cannot be defined or when he was out there shouting to the world that he had become a proud father.
He is my mentor. I still remember the time he used to teach me, make me study hard, trying to take out the best of me. I still miss the time when he used to play with me and run behind my cycle when I was learning to ride it.
He never stopped for a while to think about himself, always on the go, doing some thing or the other, keeping himself busy with what he could do to make me a better person. Still I can recall the time when he used to go to work on bicycle kilometers and some times take us movie on it. Those days I really cherish.
Walk with him and the picnics which we went, times when we enjoyed together are some of my life’s best moments. The moments which are framed right in the center of my heart glowing with pride, honor, and respect for him.
He has always been there for me whether it was the good times or bad. He has always been like a friend, a colleague, a mentor, a guide, a teacher, and what not when the time required to be.
He made me grow under his shadow protecting and caring me all the time. He was there when I first started walking and fell down; he was there when I first started talking and babbled, and when I first said “dada”. He taught me how to do the things which I could have never done without his help.
It is true that one never realizes until when he has experienced what it is to be a father. It is the time when my 4-year-old son came to me this morning and kissed me and said, “Dad, Happy Father’s Day”, just tears came in the eyes as it flashed to me that I am too a son to a father and a father to a son.
This piece of write-up cannot define the love, respect, honor, faith, trust, believe, warmth, care that I have for my father, as words are very miniscule to define what he is to me. He has stood up for me for the times when no one was there to support. He is my courage, my strength, my hope and faith.
It is never too late to say Happy Father’s Day whether be it or not; for me it is and always will be everyday a Happy Father’s Day everyday.
Be there for him as he has been there for you all your life.
Just the name of it plays sweet, soothing music in the hearts of lovers longing to meet each other; just the smell of water droplets touching the soil and mixing with it gives us the sense of satisfaction that Rain Gods are going to be there to satisfy the earth from the blazing, scorching, sun of the summer.
The word monsoon originates from Arabic word “mausim” meaning the season in which certain winds prevail, which are, named from the places situated in the direction where they come from.
Monsoon and mythology have been quite related in the sense that the great poets in the Indian history have always portrayed lovers in exile in the backdrop of monsoon. One of such is the narration from the great Kalidasa, who has in “Meghadootam” (CloudMessenger) narrated how the monsoon approaches and many love-struck hearts long to be with their beloved.
Mythologically, it goes like this — Long time back nearly at the time of Mahabharata there was a sage named as Ayan. Hetook brahmacharya and went into solitude to complete his tapasya (hermitism) in Himalayas. On the other side, there was a king name Kashiraj, a good ruler. He was blessed with a girl child who he named as Amba, but Kashiraj had always dreamt of having a boy, a prince, to rule his throne after him. So, he decided to bring up this girl child in disguise of boy so that no one should know that the child was a girl. But as the time passed by Amba reached the age of marriage, Kashiraj was in dilemma as how to face the consequence of revealing that Amba was not a boy but was a girl instead. At that point, Kashiraj approached to Yaksha (nature-spirit) and requested him to lend his male gender to the girl child “Amba“. Somehow Yaksha agreed upon and lent his male gender to Amba and in turn Yaksha himself turned into Yakshi “a female gender“.
Yakshi hid herself not able to reveal who she was and kept crying constantly in the clouds. The conversation between Yakshi and her wife was narrated by the great Kalidasa in “Meghadootam” (CloudMessenger).
This Yakshi one day met the sage Ayan who was continuing his tapasaya in the Himalayas and to lighten her heart she told her story to sage Ayan. Ayan was deeply moved by the melancholy and dilemma of Yakshi and he decided to lend his male gender to Yakshi and he did it. Thereby the sage Ayan was turned into Ayani and remained the rest of her life as female and Yakshi again was turned into Yaksha.
CHATAK (Jacobin Cuckoo, Pied Cuckoo, or Pied Crested Cuckoo )
Chatak is a well known bird, also referred as Jacobin Cuckoo, Pied Cuckoo, or Pied Crested Cuckoo. This bird drinks water falling from sky. It does not drink at all from the water bodies on earth. It is a symbol of devotion, love, will, and strength. Great people give example of this bird and say the way it waits for the rains to come and quench its thirst is comparable to a sage doing his tapasya to please Gods. Unmoved by its determination of not drinking the water found on earth makes this bird more significant and a poised soul. With the sight of clouds in the sky it starts singing so as to please the Rain Gods to rain and quench the thirst of the earth as well as hers. In Hindi elders say “Bhakti karo to aisi, jo ho Chatak jaisi” means “show your love to god in such a way in which Chatak does“.
These birds are found in the Himalayas, Sahara in Africa, Myanmar, and some parts of Sri Lanka. They lay eggs in other birds nest and leave them there to hatch.
This bird has significance because it is thought that with the singing of Chatak and persuasion, the Rain Gods become happy and do the rains on the earth.
FOLKLORE – CURSE OF THE BUFFALO
There is a famous folklore associated with Chatak as to its origin, but how much it is true I do not know. It goes like this — Once there was an old woman who had a daughter. They lived in a small village. They used to provide milk to the villagers. Everyday the old woman would take the buffalo for grazing and to drink water from the pond. The daughter on the other hand was very lazy. She did not do a single thing to help her mother. Whole day she would just lay around or play with friends.
One day the old woman was very ill, so she called the daughter and told her to take the buffalo for grazing. She gave the girl some sweets so that she would not feel hungry en route.
Daughter took the buffalo in the jungle where her mother used to take, but instead of grazing she tied the buffalo to a tree and sat in the shade eating sweets. Buffalo was thinking in the mind that when this girl would finish sweets and let me allow to graze and quench my thirst as she was very thirsty, but the girl instead of releasing the buffalo took back home without grazing.
When they reached home back, her mother asked has the buffalo finished with the grazing and drinking water. At that point, the daughter lied to mother saying, “Yes, she ate a lot and drank too.” The buffalo got very much angry and cursed the girl that she in the next birth will become Chatak and feel the same way as the buffalo has felt. The girl wept and begged for mercy. Buffalo was kind and said that you will not be able to drink water from the earth and only you can drink is the water which falls from the sky and hence it was done. Thereafter the Chatak could only drink the water which was from the sky — i.e., rains.
Monsoon is what people wait for whole year, for crops to grow, for new life, for satisfaction, peace, and prosperity. It has its own significance, a whole life cycle revolving around the water. Still the cuckoos are out chirping and singing, clouds have surrounded, thunders are on, will this time they will be able to please the Rain Gods ?