Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Yet another last day ............. :(

Its over four hours since I bid adieu to the security guard before leaving office for the last time. The "last" word is the last word i like to encounter. Just try recollecting how many times this dreaded word has preceded 'day' in your life. And I am sure every time it has left you drenched with emotions. Last day in school,junior college,graduation college, post graduation college,in the room you shared with your college buddies,a summer camp,a training program,in the building/locality you spend all your childhood,in an organization you worked for,a tour where you made new friends, in the country of your origin which you leave for better prospects.....the list may go on.All this last days involve departing from people you have spend all your best times with and that makes it all the more difficult .I have been a part of too many of this last days and every new one has taken a toll on my sentiments . Just a hope that I am spared of this last day trauma till the ultimate last day.

The feeling of feeling god.....!!!!!!

There have been incidents that happened round me which have made me believe that god is not in the temple, mosque or church where we go about seeking it. What’s the use of standing in long queues to get a glimpse of that statue in commercialized worship places if he doesn’t reside in your hearts.

So in the selfish world around me i had really lost track of what god is and what is the feeling of ‘feeling’ him .And then there was the recent incident which changed my perspective a bit.

I and my wife recently had been to Shivaji Park(place where Sachin Tendulkar, the batsman, was groomed) just for an outing. I don’t know what it was for wife but for me it was like for old time sakes. I really get nostalgic the moment I go around in that area. After sitting around near the beach and having some good time talking to each other we decided to have dinner at Gypsy. It was a great place and we had a good combination of wine and dine. The quantity of their serving was exhaustive and knowing the appetite of Devyani it was but natural that some quantity of food (some Chinese rice), was bound to be left uneaten. And as usual we did what 80% MCG (read Middle Class Group) do, parcel the leftover. After paying off we decided to walk it down till Dadar station. Just as we reached Sena Bhavan we saw a street kid sitting on the footpath and eating something. At that moment I saw at my wife and without wasting a second I just handed over the parcel to him .

There was an instant spark in his eye and he smiled on getting that food. That smile was so soothing and relaxing that I felt as if someone from the heavens is actually blessing me. Just about as we continued our walk,I was thinking to my self, what i saw in his eyes was indeed god.I was feeling god.Whenever I remember that incident it still makes me feel good and also restores my belief in god. God does exist ,its just that we try to search him in wrong places and things.

The joy of giving and the peace and sanity that it can bring to your heart is much more sacred than going to a worship place and worshiping god.

I am sure if god reads this he would agree ,and, in the true sense i got the ‘feeling’ of feeling him.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Sensed the Humor!!!!

The best part about raw humor is that it can emerge out of any situation any time (good or bad)....Sometimes a real frustrated person can come out with the best and most humorous punchlines... I had gone to watch the IPL semi-final between Mumbai and Bangalore.Now, with the venue been shifted to Mumbai at the very last moment ,online booking was the only option to get the tickets.The pain was that one had to take a print out of the e-ticket and collect the hard copy from the venue itself after showing the appropriate identity documents(read pan card/driving license etc.)We reached the venue some 6 hours before the start of play and were greeted with long queues of people waiting for their turn at the counter.There is a long service road that runs adjacent to the DY Patil stadium.So one had to walk a good stretch of say half a mile from the main road to reach the ticket counter..About five minutes later, from frustrated gossips around us , we were introduced to the fact that people have been standing in the line from as early as 9 'o clock and still had not got the tickets.It seemed that the lines were moving at snails pace and mercury levels were rising exponentially.Each and every one was frustrated and cursing their decision to come and watch the match at the stadium instead of doing it from the comforts of their living rooms.Three more liters of sweat later I realized that i had to submit the photo copy of my license too.I asked the person just ahead of me where will i find a photo copy shop as i couldn't sight any as far as my eyes could see.I was sure that the gentleman had gone through the similar blunder cos by his looks and exhausted appearance i guessed he too had got a photocopy for his license from some where around.His reply was quick and classy. "Buddy just walk back towards the main road, the photocopy store is just '300' calories away..!!"..he he he .......Wat a reply