Go Read "The Kite Runner"

My friend insisted me to read the book - "The Kite Runner" by Khaled Hosseini. I remember buying the same book to gift my ex-boss on her farewell. I was sure the book was excellent but when a book is gifted you always like it. I love getting books especially the ones I yearn for. He told some snippets of the book and I was inclined to get the book fist hand. I was going on lone long journey on my own to Nagpur. The best friend you can carry for the way. I went to Crossword, I was on a mission to buy this book and I did.

I was just waiting to pick it up and start reading. Once I did start reading, the only time I would have kept it down would be when I had become extremely hungry and could not resist but eat my food. The author has been explicit about the characters potrayed in the book. The friendship of Amir and Hassan followed by the feeling of betrayal of this same friendship. I could feel the conflict Amir felt when he had let-down Hassan for his own benediction. Just because he wanted to see the twinkle of recognition in his father's eyes for him.

He could see his friendship coming to an end, as he could not even meet Hassan's eyes. Hassan being the servants son was benign soul. He was aware of Amir's betrayal but yet he had forgiven him. Amir's guilty indulgence makes him send Hassan packing away. His father feels very dejected with their departure.

Soon afterwards due to invasion of Russians Amir and his father have to flee from Afgainstan. They go to the famous USA..thereafter Amir is a changed man.

But something calls him back to Afganistan something now he needs to pay for after so many years for one betrayal.

Mr Hosseini has taken us through Amir's all kind of emotions of friendship, authority, betrayal, new life, love, and in the end his sense of redemption.

With inordinate compassion and stunning simplicity, Mr Hosseini portrays Amir's impossible dilemma. Complications abound, but the answer lies in humanity's capacity for kindness. The grace of acceptance heals the wounds of brutality, for with forgiveness anything is possible, even the wild joy of soaring kites against a winter sky.

So I suggest Please go and read Kite Runner

Can't Let You Go

Now time has come
To let you go
To soon become lonesome
And there is memory flow

When things went wrong
You were there to make me strong
You showed me right directions
And made necessary corrections

You are always there
To understand and care
You know me the best
surely better than the rest

Now I have to let go of the bond
Which I am so very fond
now I have nothing but to sigh
Over the days gone by

I know you have to go
Can't stop you from doing so
I know your heart says no
But the situations are your foe

This tie will not end here
Of which I am very sure
Because the bond is deep and strong
which will keep growing lifelong.

To Part Ways

The train moved slowly and the jerk brought me back to reverie, the time had come to depart. We all three rushed to the door. I did not even get to hold on to my friend for one last time. I jumped out and felt like dragged from one scene to another of play, too quickly. He was at the door clutching it like his life and tears rolling down his eyes. A wave of something welled in my heart; I cannot explain I could not see him miserable. It just kept screaming in my head, “STOP, don’t go”.My throat went dry; it was difficult to keep normal face and tone of voice.

He called up and spoke. No, he was not able to speak. I am sure he felt like a bird whose wing had just been torn apart. I was overwhelmed with the feeling of imperceptible loss. I had to be strong and assure him he was going away for good. I know he had made decision after much thought. It would have been wretched to see him stagnant here without any opportunity to grow. I understood that but yet could not explain something inside me. We spoke for sometime and even had the spunk to crack a few jokes.

Later the whole day was a whirl of events I was not a part of and was just happened to be there because I had to be there. You guessed it right I was at work. I took the time off and sat with a friend whom I did not have to explain anything. It is the same magic I was already missing that with him I could sit quiet and he would understand. There are very few friends with whom you can do that. It hurts the most when they have to leave and go. Towards the end of the day when I was alone and could not stop myself anymore. Finally I broke down, when it actually hit me I never would be able to get those moments back again.

Small things, happy and sad moments we shared will be memories I would cherish forever. Times had come to part ways and yet hope to meet again which will keep us all going on and on….

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Dazzling Sunday

Today is a dazzling Sunday. Nothing really concrete was set up for me, but series of events which are mundane and yet unavoidable. The set up remains the same, midmorning is completely wasted in preparation of late afternoon lunch. Yes, I must admit that the lunch is very appetizing, rich in spice and different in variety.
If you have this luncheon you will not be hungry till the night.

It’s the diwali weekend and I don’t want to be cooped up in my house. I decide to venture out in the sizzling afternoon. Series of phone calls and couple of eager buddies in same situation, agree to meet up. With the blessing of our local train transport we managed to meet each other in an hour’s time from the time decided to meet up. We all felt religious, so laughing all lovely bum chums reach Sidhivinayak temple.

Once we reached there we had to choose from the screaming vendors, all marketing the same thing the other shops are trying to sell. We take our respective garlands, coconut and modak. We march away to offer them to our lovely Ganeshji. Once in the queue we are hollered to move faster. We are pushed inside the pew and just because we were holding the basket we got the benefit of viewing God Ganeshji a few extra seconds. We had to think fast, chant our prayers, collect the basket, get the glimpse of Ganeshji and all we had to manage in 60 seconds or you would be screamed at by the security, “Madam Chalo Chalo”. Only other option being come out and pray to your hearts content.

Now that we had our share of religious commitment made for the month or two at least. We decided to go to marine lines and chill out. Empty trains were welcoming us with both hands out stretched. I stood at the edge of the train holding the pole. The sweet cool breeze blowing on my face gave me weird sense of exhilaration. Though my act remained short-lived as my girl friends rebuked me from my so called brave act. Then just out of the blue I wanted to sing “underneath your clothes” by Shakira. I sang loudly with full voice. No I am not a singer. No, there were just my friends in that compartment. I was within my civil rights.

We reached Churhgate and all the beautiful Diwali lamps just made me thirstier. No wait, I think this would have to be blamed and guilty charged the humid October in Mumbai. We passed the infamous “Gaylords” and “Not just jazz by the bay” decorated in glitters and people inside shimmering with love and frolic. We instead chose the quiet “Baskin Robins” to cool us of the heat. Ocean was calling me and I had to just be there. Others joined me.

The pavement was completely crowded with people, beyond which I could hear the slow rumble of waves softly calling out to me. We found some empty space. My mind was clear of all petty things which I would otherwise ponder, if at home. Another friend joined us there. But I was already at a faraway land. You could say I was drunk with sea water. Around me people just kept rambling away. But I was not thinking nor was I blank of emotions. The colorful spray of crackers against the velvet blue night sky and with the soothing sounds of waves had absolutely captured me.

It was getting late and it was time to leave my wonderful friends the night sky and the ocean to play similar magic over millions of others. Reluctantly all of us gathered back to make our way back home. This was one of the truly in its sense a magical evening for me.

Diwali is round the corner

Well surely looking outside any time of the day you would know that it’s Diwali. Especially, if you move out in the evenings just in your local market, you won’t be able to buy a single item without colliding into someone else. I was traveling in the bus at least 2 weeks before Diwali. From the bus I could just see heads and heads of people. I was not able to make out their faces they just kept moving like robots in Irobot movie.

Shops keep luring all their customers with their fancy looking, be it lights, clothes or sweets. Now more than tradition it’s a stipulation to have all the things at home. If you don’t have time to prepare the same items at home, it’s required of you to purchase for your relatives and colleagues. I fail to understand the basic need for that. Why all years we have to follow the same tradition. I know people are alive and have fun. But the preparation of fun has turned out to be very arduous.

You have to dive into the pool of people in the market. Scream to be heard at the shop. Bargain to get things at lower prices. Get stuck at the traffic jam for hours before you reach home with the goodies. When you do reach at home you get a list from family members what needs to be replaced. You have to follow the same vicious circle.

Then I think about the people who stay away from home for work or studies. They have to spend the diwali without their family members, away from home. They miss out on the excitement following each Diwali. Crackers, sweets and diya’s awaiting them at home.
Each one of us has our share of fun at Diwali. Children again would be asked to describe that each year in form of essay. Women would boast the amount of food items they were able to make at home this year. Men would discuss the bonus they got from their company. Girls go ohlalala over their new clothes. Guys would discuss the types of cracker they got to burst. And so it goes..…..

About me

Hi All

To know who I am and what I am ....personally I feel that you would have to just keep reading all the silly, yet somewhere close to my heart, bits that I would keep writing.

For begining :

We may not remain
Always in pain
Though it is hard to maintain
The happiness we sometimes gain

Survival is the truth
Since life is a fruit
Luscious sweet and sour
To live it is in our power

Hardships come and go
Why make life our foe
Life is like our friend
It is always there to fend

To take an easy way
In long run we pay
We die away slowly
By use of intoxicants daily

Wait for joyous happy days
They are surely to come your way.

Please feel free to go ahead and comment and give suggestions.
I would be waiting for response O' my dear readers.