Monday, June 1, 2009
Hai …… I am flying back to my home. This time also I need to share you what are the things I heard and seen in my journey. I am resting in the upper birth and below there are some peoples sharing who are they and their living style among them I find a common thing. They all are hurt in one sense, but in different ways. I want you to travel with me through their life what they had shared each other all the way to their destiny in 9hr’s of time.
Below birth was occupied with a middle age man and his boy aged 14. He owned a tea shop and he has 6 children and the boy was the first one. The tea shop is the only income for that whole family. Apart from all this he was explaining about his children the boy with his is deaf and dumb and the below two children are handicapped (affected by polio). But the way he talked to us says that with all these thigs he was happy that he had 6 children as the gift of god. What to say for him I was stun with his reply’s and explanation.
Mean while one person who was listening who was very jovial in his aptitude just started talking about him. He was working in Adu-Dabi for 15 yrs and he had a good wealth, he was living so happy with is family. One day his business was slowly slipping from his hands and it wend around for four years and now he had forcefully return back to his native, now he owned a telephone booth as his only wealth. With a big laugh he was telling that I am the first person who buy an Ambassador car in my whole village at that time, but now… still that man was laughing and looking up to say thanks that still I am living happily. Here also I am fail to say some thing because I don’t know how to react to that man.
It was deep night, 1 am. TTR was scolding a man with a boy in his hand. I just woke up with the sound and peep in the location were the sound is. I found a woman with a child (aged 3) and a man standing aside with a child (aged 4 months). He was begging for some thing after that he came to my seat and advice the man to stay there. He was looking so much worried. I asked the man about the things happen. He explained me in a brief that, he was coming from a hospital and he didn’t book any ticket, just they get in to the train with an open ticket. I asked the man who is sick. He said it was his elder boy, he is day by day sinking, he having a spectacular deceases, dropping the blood count day by day. I looked at the boy; he gave me a blissful smile which made my eyes filled with tears. I had given my birth to the family and keep on looking at the boy and the father, the boy’s eyes say’s about the eager to live in the world and the father’s eyes says about,how much day’s I can see my son’s smile … it was so hard to see both of them smiling and playing ,but will the next day sun shines for the boy? I don’t know ….. I don’t know any thing and I have no words here also… what should I say..I am just a butterfly who can travel and see the people and prey for them…
Below birth was occupied with a middle age man and his boy aged 14. He owned a tea shop and he has 6 children and the boy was the first one. The tea shop is the only income for that whole family. Apart from all this he was explaining about his children the boy with his is deaf and dumb and the below two children are handicapped (affected by polio). But the way he talked to us says that with all these thigs he was happy that he had 6 children as the gift of god. What to say for him I was stun with his reply’s and explanation.
Mean while one person who was listening who was very jovial in his aptitude just started talking about him. He was working in Adu-Dabi for 15 yrs and he had a good wealth, he was living so happy with is family. One day his business was slowly slipping from his hands and it wend around for four years and now he had forcefully return back to his native, now he owned a telephone booth as his only wealth. With a big laugh he was telling that I am the first person who buy an Ambassador car in my whole village at that time, but now… still that man was laughing and looking up to say thanks that still I am living happily. Here also I am fail to say some thing because I don’t know how to react to that man.
It was deep night, 1 am. TTR was scolding a man with a boy in his hand. I just woke up with the sound and peep in the location were the sound is. I found a woman with a child (aged 3) and a man standing aside with a child (aged 4 months). He was begging for some thing after that he came to my seat and advice the man to stay there. He was looking so much worried. I asked the man about the things happen. He explained me in a brief that, he was coming from a hospital and he didn’t book any ticket, just they get in to the train with an open ticket. I asked the man who is sick. He said it was his elder boy, he is day by day sinking, he having a spectacular deceases, dropping the blood count day by day. I looked at the boy; he gave me a blissful smile which made my eyes filled with tears. I had given my birth to the family and keep on looking at the boy and the father, the boy’s eyes say’s about the eager to live in the world and the father’s eyes says about,how much day’s I can see my son’s smile … it was so hard to see both of them smiling and playing ,but will the next day sun shines for the boy? I don’t know ….. I don’t know any thing and I have no words here also… what should I say..I am just a butterfly who can travel and see the people and prey for them…
Monday, May 18, 2009
Today I have a funny thing to share with you. All these days I am flying all around ….. so many things I have seen… but to list out is one special picture I have struck. It’s not a picture but it is a truth. On the way to a restaurant I have seen a women with a child in her hand, she is only 18- 20 yrs and the baby is only 6 month’s old. I was watching at her from the long. She was begging at all the peoples on the way to the restaurant in need of food for her baby… and crying like any thing. Most people were giving 5, 10 rupees and helping her. I too was feeling very bad about her. After my break fast I to give her 20. This became some times a usual one. But my dear… this was not the story I am about to tell you. Once I went around in beach side I was surprised to see the same women there but this time she was one legged. I was shocked. I thought she may met an accident. But were is the baby? I was sad and just move all my way to home. Next day it’s was government strikes, so I am free to fly around, roads were empty and I can fly any were …. I reach near a bus stand here I saw an another women with the same baby in her hand.. I was confused.. And I decided to ask her what happen to this baby’s mother? , but she is telling like that was her baby… I went near to her and first I gave her 20 rupee and asked her what I had in my mind. She just looked very hard at me and continue with her actions.. Again I asked. But this time she turn at me and started shouting at me.. Any how I managed to said her about what I saw . and give her another 20 rupee to cam her down. One lady from other side of the road ran near me and took the baby. I came to know that that was the actual mother of the baby….What do you feel about this? I just can’t say anything because all the three womens are doing the same but only for food. So what should I say to this and world and to them…..
Monday, April 27, 2009
Emm... it's a long time i have talk to U.
I am flying with a heart full of problems, which i can't able to understand it self. Any way the journey has to continue. I am in a train now going back to my sweet home; it’s a local train to catch the main train. I rush in to one corner and stay by looking all the faces around me, I found a space in the middle of the seat’s and sat very gently. My heart was full of desire to meet some one very special.
When my eyes scan each person near me I find a lady sitting down there near the doors. About her, she look’s very dirty, torn sarees, beside her some sticking clothes, so you can understand who she is. I looked at her face at the last .i was shocked. Her face was full of stitches, it’s look like she met an accident very recently.. Even some blood stains were even seen. I looked at her and after a while she also looked at me with her fading eyes. It was a gentle look. I thing she came to know that I was looking at her, nobody else. I have an internal feel that she is speaking to me, her eyes speak. I feel like her pain was transferring to me through her eyes. Hoo I feel totally disturbed. At one stage I can’t even look at her eyes. I just withdrew. After a while I return my attention to her. She is still looking at me ,but this time tears started rolling from her eyes one by one , it’s make my heart tear down completely. She was telling to her and also telling to this world some thing very anonymous, but its make me confirm that she was hurt by the people in this world.
The whole Sean continues till one blind man interrupts the whole silence of the compartment with his rough voice. He was asking some money to have some food from each person. So many turn their face. Somebody scolded him also. Some body stand like nothing is happening around them. It makes me too sad that I am seeing all these things.
When he reach near the lady, she looked at every body’s face once and try to open a cover near her, she took a fifty rupee and give to the old blind man. I was shocked not only about she had given the money but she had a beautiful smile after that. So may postulates run around my mind at that movement? After that I bow my head to show my gratitude. At last I reach my station were I have to get down. Say bye to her and continue my journey… I am flying again to see more things... Come join with me.
I am flying with a heart full of problems, which i can't able to understand it self. Any way the journey has to continue. I am in a train now going back to my sweet home; it’s a local train to catch the main train. I rush in to one corner and stay by looking all the faces around me, I found a space in the middle of the seat’s and sat very gently. My heart was full of desire to meet some one very special.
When my eyes scan each person near me I find a lady sitting down there near the doors. About her, she look’s very dirty, torn sarees, beside her some sticking clothes, so you can understand who she is. I looked at her face at the last .i was shocked. Her face was full of stitches, it’s look like she met an accident very recently.. Even some blood stains were even seen. I looked at her and after a while she also looked at me with her fading eyes. It was a gentle look. I thing she came to know that I was looking at her, nobody else. I have an internal feel that she is speaking to me, her eyes speak. I feel like her pain was transferring to me through her eyes. Hoo I feel totally disturbed. At one stage I can’t even look at her eyes. I just withdrew. After a while I return my attention to her. She is still looking at me ,but this time tears started rolling from her eyes one by one , it’s make my heart tear down completely. She was telling to her and also telling to this world some thing very anonymous, but its make me confirm that she was hurt by the people in this world.
The whole Sean continues till one blind man interrupts the whole silence of the compartment with his rough voice. He was asking some money to have some food from each person. So many turn their face. Somebody scolded him also. Some body stand like nothing is happening around them. It makes me too sad that I am seeing all these things.
When he reach near the lady, she looked at every body’s face once and try to open a cover near her, she took a fifty rupee and give to the old blind man. I was shocked not only about she had given the money but she had a beautiful smile after that. So may postulates run around my mind at that movement? After that I bow my head to show my gratitude. At last I reach my station were I have to get down. Say bye to her and continue my journey… I am flying again to see more things... Come join with me.
Monday, April 20, 2009
I am a new bud, I am very much new to this world, I am slowly opening my eyes to see this world, Shall I open……?. When I see around I found an old man laughing at me....... I too was very much glad to see him. But it shocked me when I look in to his hands; it was cut off from elbow.... were am I. Am I intervened in to hell or the world of living things. My laugh is getting wiped out at the first glance itself? But I feel happy I had made him laugh at least a moment. Who am I ... I am a newly born BUTTERFLY
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