Chapter 23: Patience on Test
March 5, 2011
Three days away from freedom. The mind has now started wandering between possibilities and impossibilities. Giving me company though are books, blogging, movies, music and definitely my passion for writing. I extremely enjoyed watching two amazing documentaries on the romantic lives of John F. Kennedy and his wife Jacqueline Kennedy. The other documentary threw light on the painful & struggling life of Marilyn Monroe. I’ve been completely besotted by this blonde actress. So much so that I still remember watching every movie of hers during a festival announced on Zee Studio two years back. Her story was immensely moving and inspiring. The most beautiful thing about both the documentaries was the connection between the two. Marilyn had a whirlwind romantic affair with John F. Kennedy and his younger brother. Jacqueline was all the way aware of this. Marilyn’s story is that of how a beautiful woman was exploited just because she was charming & blessed with the natural gift of being extremely seductive. Today on a weekend, I would have preferred traveling to some far off place and spend time photographing. But due to my immobile status, I had to put my passion on rest for yet another day. My mind has started galloping towards March 8. My orthopedic surgeon has promised me, the plaster will be removed on this day. But I will still not be allowed to make it to my office. Not before March 14, is what he had to say. But what matters to me is the freedom. The moment my plaster is removed; I am going to take my bike out of my garage and vroom around. It’s being lying unattended, ignored and immobile just like me. I love my bike more than anything else. She has helped me travel beautifully to my desired destinations. I am waiting for the moment, when she will be taking me all the way to the coasts of Konkan in the second week of June. Now that my patience is on test, I just can’t wait to go mobile again.
Two amazing movies, I watched today:
Shiver – A Spanish supernatural thriller on Lumiere movies. It was extremely scary and also indirectly emphasized the fact that we are doing a hell lot of injustice by cutting jungles. The animals are also hurt by this injustice and they will one or the other way hold the human mind hostage & make them do things, they as animals have been doing so far. We are not far from transforming into four legged blood thirsty beasts.
50 FIRST DATES – Adam Sandler & Drew Barrymore simply were too adorable in this romantic flick. It is the most amazing movie where a guy comes to know of his partner’s traumatic way of living with the problem of short term memory loss. The concept of short term memory loss though was dealt with more seriously by Christopher Nolan in Memento and blatantly copied by A. Murugadoss to create an Indian Ghajini. But originality rarely has a substitute. The movie 50 First Dates also had a message in it that no matter what the circumstances are in life, if you love somebody – be by his/her side to support life.
Chapter 24: Accident Averted
March 6, 2011
Mom has always been asking me to be cautious while taking bath. But today time was not in my favor. I slipped dangerously in the bathroom but was saved. My plaster got completely wet and I found myself trembling again. Because I couldn’t fathom the fact that exactly after one month, I literally escaped being hurt again. Had I not immediately held myself together, I would have definitely fractured my right arm and sprained my neck. This incident has left me miffed and mom worried. I know these are the times, when we want to stay away from superstitions. But they come knocking on the door. This painful impact that I luckily escaped from falling prey to gave rise to suspicions that something is just not right. Is there an evil eye that’s prying on me? Or am I prying on the evil itself? I am sure, I will come out of this and rejoin forces that help me think creatively. In this entire immobile phase, my fondness for reading, writing and watching foreign language movies has only grown. Also I’ve developed immense interest in catching up with travel shows and browsing websites, which invite freelancers who want to contribute their travel writings and get it published. I am keeping my fingers crossed but am still left shaken by another accident that I successfully averted. Time might not have been on my side during these accidents but the invisible hand of God saved me from serious damage.
Chapter 25: Conversations with Best Friend
March 7, 2011
My best friend Nikhil had wanted to meet me ever since I met with the fatal accident. Some how due to unavoidable commitments, he couldn’t make it. Finally he made it my residence, just a day before my long awaited freedom. From the moment, he set his foot we just conversed, laughed and continued taking a walk down the memory lane. From second week of college till graduation and thereafter, it has been 18 years, we have seen our friendship only grow. Today he works as a Development Officer with LIC and I am into advertising. But our paths were never the same in the past. He was the one pursuing a career in creativity and I was the one pursuing a career in official administration job. But as destiny had it, our paths changed. So today he came to meet me to cheer me up. He had planned to leave in an hour. But some old memories just consumed us for a little over two hours and finally when he made his mind to leave, he hugged me and said, “Let’s go to Goa again to celebrate what we call - A LIFE OF SUPREME SINGLEHOOD”. I said amen to that and I wrapped up the day dreaming about a tomorrow, which will gift me, my FORBIDDEN FREEDOM FROM FRACTURE.
Chapter 26: Mobile AGAIN
March 8, 2011
FINALLY FREEDOM FROM FRACTURE
I spent the entire morning and noon and the evening waiting for the clock to tick 7.30 pm.
The time for my freedom had come. In the afternoon, I had seen a dream that was a medley of all the activities I’ve indulged in during my immobile days. Right from story telling to blogging, to watching television, to getting entertained by foreign language movies to writing short thriller stories and to the many inspirations, I imbibed from the dynamically changing world around me. My elder uncle ferried me to my orthopedic surgeon’s clinic on his Honda Activa. The moment, I entered, I asked the surgeon – WILL YOU GRANT ME MY FREEDOM TODAY? He smiled and replied, “Today is the day you shall be relieved of those frustrating days and thoughts”. I was taken to the mini operation theatre. The guy, who was entrusted the responsibility of cutting my plaster, showed me an instrument, which threatened to cut deep into my skin. But that was a gimmick to break the ice. He just made me hold the instrument and touched the blade with his bear hand. I was shocked to realize, it was just a vibrating instrument that can only manage to pierce through a plaster and not the skin. Much to my relief, my leg was set free of the 2.5 kg plaster. My surgeon asked me to get an X-Ray done. The image proved that my hairline fracture had healed. But my surgeon advised me to resume work only from Monday, March 14, 2011. I agreed to the series of physiotherapeutic exercises, he recommended. And he signed off saying that I should avoid jogging till the end of April 2011. Thereafter he promised, I can go completely footloose. Having tasted freedom on a very special day (WOMAN’S DAY) and one of my best friend Mansha’s daughter’s birthdays, I walked free out of the clinic and arrived home to hug mom. Victory did come at a cost. But I shall cherish it for a lifetime………
Loads of love, 100 gms of life and fistful of luck to all who have helped me stay inspired, motivated and restless... craving for more out of life…!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
IMMOBILE HOURS Fourth Part of one new chapter
Chapter 22: Just Another Day
Four days more.
I am eagerly waiting for March 8, 2011.
My orthopedic surgeon reconfirmed, the plaster will be removed.
The plaster has become my second skin.
I am finding it difficult to move.
And therefore, I am left immobile.
Now begins an impatient countdown to the D-Day.
I spent my day glued to the television set and what did I absorb from it:
In New:
Quattrocchi was set free from the Bofors case allegations.
Arjun Singh, Senior Congressman passes away.
West Indies defeats Bangladesh and comes under direct attack at Mirpur.
Lalit Modi, former IPL Chief makes an allegation of investigating agencies demanding bribes.
Gaddafi, Libyan ruler is fighting tough.
A Marvelous Movie:
I’m Not There, a Bob Dylan biopic on Lumiere movies.
Four days more.
I am eagerly waiting for March 8, 2011.
My orthopedic surgeon reconfirmed, the plaster will be removed.
The plaster has become my second skin.
I am finding it difficult to move.
And therefore, I am left immobile.
Now begins an impatient countdown to the D-Day.
I spent my day glued to the television set and what did I absorb from it:
In New:
Quattrocchi was set free from the Bofors case allegations.
Arjun Singh, Senior Congressman passes away.
West Indies defeats Bangladesh and comes under direct attack at Mirpur.
Lalit Modi, former IPL Chief makes an allegation of investigating agencies demanding bribes.
Gaddafi, Libyan ruler is fighting tough.
A Marvelous Movie:
I’m Not There, a Bob Dylan biopic on Lumiere movies.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
IMMOBILE HOURS Third Part of two new chapters
Chapter 20: Self Help
March 2, 2011
The kitchen is a terrain I’ve rarely tried to tread into. I’ve never felt the need to do so. Mom is the Queen of the Kitchen. Whatever she cooks is simply amazing. And my knowledge of cooking as such is limited to making Maggi noodles, frying an omelet, boiling an egg and doing my favorite stuff of making coffee. But yes I had once tried to give Pav Bhaaji a shot. The result was extremely disastrous for my father to declare, I better never take it to the frying pan. But today I chose to tread into that somewhat uncomfortable terrain. Mom wasn’t at home. So I had to keep her bothered over her mobile phone to let me know where half of the things are kept in the kitchen. My relationship with the kitchen is limited to the second drawer beneath the gas burner, which stocks my favorite collection of biscuits, cookies and salty snacks. To be frank, I was not making some extremely experimental kind of breakfast. But it was once again the most simply Maggi noodles, which still lives up to its promise of chasing hunger away in two minutes. The only experimentation I did do was chopping an onion with my eyes swelling up with tears, finding a 12 day old chili and adding them to Maggi for some hotness for the tongue. The end result was satisfying. Self help had triumphed. So intrigued and inspired I felt, I hastily limped towards the balcony and called out for my sister who was leaving for some work. I told her to get me brown bread so that I can treat myself to an entertainment of a breakfast tomorrow – two egg omelet with five toasted slices of buttered brown bread. Sounds yummy na. I shall try my level best to make it simply delicious.
Chapter 21: Thought Process
March 3, 2011
I truly wish this could have been my most desired vacation. But isn’t what it is supposed to be. I know sometimes or most of the times, my writings on this blog must have hinted more of despair and much less of hope. The question of whether I deserved this or not also made me reconstruct the night of February 9, 2011. But then I thought, what is the use of it? Is there any? No, not at all for sure. In my entire course of immobile hours starting from February 10, 2011 till date, some things have remained inseparable from me. I would like to list them accordingly – my laptop, my wired internet connection, my mobile phone, my personal diary, my subscribed issues of Open magazine, my books, my copy of The Roazabal Line (courtesy: Yogeta Yadav), my copies of my favorite news daily Hindustan Times on alternate days, my supply of dairy milk chocolates, my music, my blog, my facebook profile, my emails through gmail, my chats, my poetries, my tv set, my music system and my mind. All of them have stayed with me. I downloaded some amazing Bengali music, which I feel is the best so far to lend my ear too. I also did lot of travel reading. I think that is my latest passion, I am getting addicted to and shall love to stay addicted till health permits me to explore new destinations or some age old destinations in new light. I want to return back to work. I still can’t imagine how things are getting managed in my absence. There is no God’s hand to take care of things that are directly or indirectly related to me. But I am sure during this last one month my love for writing and reading has only grown. And I’ve developed a fascination for two great channels on air – FOX HISTORY & ENTERTAINMENT & LUMIERE MOVIES. 45 minutes back, I witnessed fantastic cinema. In fact, I was rendered speechless by the Turkish movie – THREE MONKEYS. The story revolved around an affluent politician and his driver’s family. The movies core theme revolved around the lust for wealth and woman. And there was that cutting edge dimension of old family secrets. On a very lonesome, workless day I couldn’t have asked for more. Equally amazing was a round of entertaining comments that I shared with my comrade Rohit in Mumbai office and Adee S. in Delhi office. I know the eccentricity of being a hardcore Bengali simply spilled out. But at the end of the conversation, I had a hearty laugh. I was thrilled to discover the way Rohit (fellow Bengali colleague) was instantly reacting to it. At the end of the day, I feel fresh and fabulous. By the way for the second day, I prepared my own breakfast of two egg omelet with five slices of toasted brown bread with little butter on them and treated myself to a cupful of hot piping coffee. Finally I might succeed in shedding my image of being a complete Kitchen Illiterate. The mission to Kitchen Literacy is on… Smiles
It is 1.45 am now.
March 2, 2011
The kitchen is a terrain I’ve rarely tried to tread into. I’ve never felt the need to do so. Mom is the Queen of the Kitchen. Whatever she cooks is simply amazing. And my knowledge of cooking as such is limited to making Maggi noodles, frying an omelet, boiling an egg and doing my favorite stuff of making coffee. But yes I had once tried to give Pav Bhaaji a shot. The result was extremely disastrous for my father to declare, I better never take it to the frying pan. But today I chose to tread into that somewhat uncomfortable terrain. Mom wasn’t at home. So I had to keep her bothered over her mobile phone to let me know where half of the things are kept in the kitchen. My relationship with the kitchen is limited to the second drawer beneath the gas burner, which stocks my favorite collection of biscuits, cookies and salty snacks. To be frank, I was not making some extremely experimental kind of breakfast. But it was once again the most simply Maggi noodles, which still lives up to its promise of chasing hunger away in two minutes. The only experimentation I did do was chopping an onion with my eyes swelling up with tears, finding a 12 day old chili and adding them to Maggi for some hotness for the tongue. The end result was satisfying. Self help had triumphed. So intrigued and inspired I felt, I hastily limped towards the balcony and called out for my sister who was leaving for some work. I told her to get me brown bread so that I can treat myself to an entertainment of a breakfast tomorrow – two egg omelet with five toasted slices of buttered brown bread. Sounds yummy na. I shall try my level best to make it simply delicious.
Chapter 21: Thought Process
March 3, 2011
I truly wish this could have been my most desired vacation. But isn’t what it is supposed to be. I know sometimes or most of the times, my writings on this blog must have hinted more of despair and much less of hope. The question of whether I deserved this or not also made me reconstruct the night of February 9, 2011. But then I thought, what is the use of it? Is there any? No, not at all for sure. In my entire course of immobile hours starting from February 10, 2011 till date, some things have remained inseparable from me. I would like to list them accordingly – my laptop, my wired internet connection, my mobile phone, my personal diary, my subscribed issues of Open magazine, my books, my copy of The Roazabal Line (courtesy: Yogeta Yadav), my copies of my favorite news daily Hindustan Times on alternate days, my supply of dairy milk chocolates, my music, my blog, my facebook profile, my emails through gmail, my chats, my poetries, my tv set, my music system and my mind. All of them have stayed with me. I downloaded some amazing Bengali music, which I feel is the best so far to lend my ear too. I also did lot of travel reading. I think that is my latest passion, I am getting addicted to and shall love to stay addicted till health permits me to explore new destinations or some age old destinations in new light. I want to return back to work. I still can’t imagine how things are getting managed in my absence. There is no God’s hand to take care of things that are directly or indirectly related to me. But I am sure during this last one month my love for writing and reading has only grown. And I’ve developed a fascination for two great channels on air – FOX HISTORY & ENTERTAINMENT & LUMIERE MOVIES. 45 minutes back, I witnessed fantastic cinema. In fact, I was rendered speechless by the Turkish movie – THREE MONKEYS. The story revolved around an affluent politician and his driver’s family. The movies core theme revolved around the lust for wealth and woman. And there was that cutting edge dimension of old family secrets. On a very lonesome, workless day I couldn’t have asked for more. Equally amazing was a round of entertaining comments that I shared with my comrade Rohit in Mumbai office and Adee S. in Delhi office. I know the eccentricity of being a hardcore Bengali simply spilled out. But at the end of the conversation, I had a hearty laugh. I was thrilled to discover the way Rohit (fellow Bengali colleague) was instantly reacting to it. At the end of the day, I feel fresh and fabulous. By the way for the second day, I prepared my own breakfast of two egg omelet with five slices of toasted brown bread with little butter on them and treated myself to a cupful of hot piping coffee. Finally I might succeed in shedding my image of being a complete Kitchen Illiterate. The mission to Kitchen Literacy is on… Smiles
It is 1.45 am now.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
IMMOBILE HOURS Second Part of Fresh Chapters
Chapter 9: Gratitude
Undated & Forever
Deepty – for positive words of wisdom
Adi – for care and concern
Daleep – for motivating me
Ganesh – for sharing the most difficult moment of his life
Dipanwita – for being the first one on the 2nd day of my mishap to call me & express concern
Kalpesh – for being the best buddy
Ulka – for never letting me feel alone
Sonar – for letting me know that there are issues with copy
Deepa – for being there the way she is
Prasad – for being the best of buddy
Apurva – for being cheerful and cheering me
Mansha – for making me believe again in destiny
Prashant & Swati – for being my supportive
Sanat – for letting me know that I can still manage to be unstoppable
Ajay – for telling me that worrying will only weaken me and therefore I should continue working
Raji – for challenging me again and again
Gayatri – for telling me that lunch was terribly silent
Rutu – for making me believe that she will always remain the darling of a friend for me
Rohit – for comradeship that requires no words to be described as it is inevitable
Lydia – for keeping in touch
Yogita – for telling me it is good to have a neighbor who keeps you on your toes
Yadav – for tolerating all my tantrums
Priya – for making me realize I am really scary
Jaggu – for pushing me hard to work on a few captions for his photo exhibition
Khanna – for telling me how invisible I have become
Sweetu – for keeping on telling me to get well soon
Yogi – for saying that one accident can never leave me without energy
Rajeshri – for letting every one know that I have become immobile and getting me connected
Kiran – for making me believe again that true friendship is much more precious than any other wealth in this world
Rupal – for quarreling over the fact that not meeting a friend often leads to such long unforeseen vacations of a painful nature
Ameet Sonawane – for telling me from America that I will get well soon
Ashina – for getting me involved in something I was unaware about
Nikita – for letting me know that beyond everything hidden is that truth of mistrust
Nikita Narang – for offering the flowers to my Lord Ganesh in office
Adees S. – For delhidreams
A big thank you to my daredevils: Antara – for ferrying me to the hospital on her Honda Activa | Udayan – for being the first to rush to help his elder brother | Arpita – for unlocking the door to the home in which I lay in pain | Bara Maima – for putting my injured leg on the pillow and caressing me with love & care | Nibedita – for missing her dadamani | Bara Mama & Chota Mama – for saying it is just a temporary phase | Didu – for giving me courage…
But Mom is the greatest of all… I love the way you are simple, loving, caring and supporting me through all this.
Chapter 10: Moment of Total Triumph
February 17, 2011
I had visualized it come alive. I had eagerly anticipated its truism. And my phone rang. I answered after the first bell. The voice on the other end declared – THEY LOVED IT AND WE HAVE GOT TWO MORE TARGETS TO HIT. I loved that positive feeling. I had worked hard on this campaign. But this entire campaign belongs to a team, which made it sure that we delivered quality without compromising on our vision. Sitting at home, perched on an escalated computer chair and a plaster, I wasted not a single second along with my team to put things in place. At the end of the day, we are answerable. I simply felt great to be at the core of the triumphing moment. And I give entire credit to my team and my creative partner, my buddy for making me believe again – ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IN THIS WORLD IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Chapter 11: It Is So Not Very Of Me
February 18, 2011
My conversations were bitter. My deliverance was lethal…
Chapter 12: Shocked and Awed
February 19, 2011
The internet is a powerful tool of communication. But once misused can shatter everything. Be it pride, honor or glory; God forbid if someone ever manages to hack into your personal email id, you are in for a shock. Today I helplessly witnessed something that kept unfolding miles away from me. It was a virtual war of words. It was a digital destruction of an identity. Everything that seemed secure was at stake. And what suffered the most were friendship, trust, faith, belief and mutual admiration. Passwords were being changed, identities were deleted, profiles were scrutinized, forwards were monitored and on the other end of the phone were three voices. Every voice spoke on a different level. One spoke on the level of suspicion, the second voice spoke on the level of being in grief and shattered and the third voice spoke on the level of surety. The location was traced to a crime capital of a place located in the heart of a lively city like Mumbai. Nothing seemed to be unstoppable. Be it doubts, words, allegations or making it sure that one or the other gets hooked, booked and cooked. At the end of the day, I was left shaken because in spite of being confined my mind was pushed to a roller coaster of a ride… Shaa…. It was so much unexpected of you my friend. I will take lot of time to recover from this shock. Because I really had no role to play in this.
Chapter 13: Ruined Sunday
February 20, 2011
It was a sunny Sunday. I was watching one after the other best movies on television. But I was thrilled to catch up with Roman Holiday on Zee Studio starring Greogery Peck and Hepburn. At the same time my movie viewing experience was interrupted by a phone call that made a demand. I did share the information that was demanded of me. But the voice on the other end made me feel as if I was at the core of something that was completely untoward. I was questioned, I was crosschecked and I was asked to part with information that I consider very serious. At the end of the Sunday while watching the amazing Marathi movie Gandh, I realized how fragile every relationship is. I also realized how closest of friends misunderstand you and mistrust you on a matter which is actually rooted in the city you are just based at. Anyways I retired for the day feeling very disturbed.
Chapter 14: Never Say Never Again
February 21, 2011
I had once promised myself that I will never step into the shoes of another person who is an expert in his or her own field. But I had to do so today because somewhere I felt my commitment towards my creative vision was feeling threatened. I believe there are different ways of interpreting and decoding visions. But today, I was dealing with a mind which simply refused to think. My phone calls were left unanswered. My online chats were left unaddressed. My smses never received any replies. I even sent mails. But the unthinking mind just wasn’t in a mood to cooperate. After trials and errors, I gave up and decided I should sacrifice my selfishness and step into the shoes of a person who seems or is supposed to be knowing a bit more than me.
Chapter 15: Completion
February 22, 2011
My mom says very soon I will find myself feeling petrified of my own temper. Her fears might just come true some day. I was speaking to my otherwise soft spoken colleague from office. I wanted to make it sure that before I proceed for my journey to a slightly laid back town, I accomplish my assignments. But this particular assignment just continued getting stretched. Though I felt apologetic later, at that moment my colleague became the victim of my wrath. I know for days, she would be in a state of disbelief that it was I to whom she conversed with over the phone. And it was the same me, who might have really jeopardized her eardrums. Luckily I completed my bit of work that was left pending. There are also those who are stuck between two worlds – Better and the Worse. It was disheartening to see how creativity was put at stake. But then I had very little or less to complain about because we were chasing a livewire deadline.
Chapter 16: Escapade
February 23-27, 2011
Only my mobile was with me. Half of the time, the network was zero. The journey went well and the people around me were filled so much with life. For a moment, I failed to realize that I was tending a fractured left leg. I felt like keep walking with them for hours. But they advised me to rest. I caught up with lovely tea. I entertained myself to good quality food. I enjoyed sleeping longer hours. And I enjoyed smelling the smoke that emerged out of the manmade charcoal gas. I just want to be there forever in the near future.
Chapter 17: Home Coming
February 28, 2011
A break within a break.
A home away from home.
A feeling complementing a feeling.
A vacation in a vacation.
A complication surrounded with more complication.
I felt nice coming back home. Hope kept me feel driven; the hope of soon getting rid of my plaster tomorrow. The first thing I did was put on my television and catch up with some real entertaining stuff. I opted for infotainment. I loved to watch a Macedonian movie on Lumiere Movies which dealt with supernatural happenings. The name of the movie was Shadows. It had a simple but sexy concept. The movie revolved around a doctor and his encounters with spirits. Thereafter it was a lot of viewing of an equally stupid budget, which does no good to inflation. Air fares and hospitality costs are supposed to cost more. And how dare our finance minister shamelessly declare that healthcare cost might go still higher. Indian politicians can kill the Indian population in one blow by waging a war of prices. Soon there will arrive a time when we will find ourselves begging at many doors…
Chapter 18: Mixed bag of sordid feelings
March 1, 2011
Today was eagerly awaited. I just was excited for my left leg, which was all set to taste freedom. The pale looking plaster was supposed to go and I was sure to walk my way or drive my way back home. Nothing of that sort happened. The entire experience left me feeling pathetic, even more frustrated and I cursed every moment of that moment when I met with this bloody accident. I understand the harshness in the language of my writing is due to the most inevitable experience, I didn’t want to be a part of. On reaching the nursing home, I was shocked to find my doctor’s cabin empty. Limping desperately, I rushed to the reception and asked where the doctor is. The receptionist was a bit too busy with the animated conversation she was having over the phone. The second attempt of communicating with her was a success, which was made possible only by my sister. She came back saying, the doctor had left for a stroll since there were no patients to be addressed between 6.30 pm to 8 pm. We were at the nursing home at sharp 7.45 pm to avoid the situation of causing any delay to his departure. The orthopedic has been immensely helpful so far. On entering his cabin, I was warmly welcomed by his smiling face. Courteously he once again asked me to pull the stool and sit comfortably. I did so. He went through the prescription, turned towards me and inquired about my health and my leg movements. After lending an ear to all my motivated conversations, he ticked the name of a medicine I have been taking doses of so far and declared – I AM HAPPY TO SAY THAT YOUR PLASTER WILL BE REMOVED ON MARCH 8. WE ARE DELIBERATELY DELAYING THE PROCESS TO SEE TO IT THAT THE BROKEN BONE STIFFENS IN A GOOD WAY OR ELSE YOU MIGHT HAVE TO STAY INDOORS LONGER. I was left shaken. I had thought, today was the day of freedom but was only left feeling upset when I was made to believe, it will stay one more week. It will stay on my left leg to tease me and remind me of that fateful Wednesday. I came home hurling silent abuses within my mind. I could even feel the instant irritation caused. A friend called up after I reached home to inquire about my health and I vented my anger on her saying – IT YOU THINK A PLASTER IS FUNNY, GET YOUR BRAIN SCANNED. That was the end of every communication today. The night has arrived and I just don’t want to sleep. I might continue reading a book or catching up again with another show of THE SOCIAL NETWORK on my laptop. Or maybe continue reading the freshly arrived issue of my most favorite magazine – OPEN.
Chapter 19: Irreversible
Undated and Forever
I must make peace with the thought that it was an untoward mishap. But it happened. I should have been very angry but I sacrificed my anger. It is painful experience. I have to live with it at the moment. I now feel I really must not have let him go. He ruined some of the finest moments of my life. Who the hell had asked that stupid biker to drive unabashedly? Wasn’t he aware that he was driving on a road and not flying in the sky? People walk on these roads. Life changes on these roads. Why didn’t he blow the horn? Who had given his wife the right to start screaming on me? Didn’t he deserve that slap from the bystander who took control of the situation? Who the hell was he? Hiding his face behind a black helmet mask, seated on a 180 cc Black Bajaj Pulsar, he kept riding like a madcap and what did he do? He knocked me down… B*&$@##&###*!@#
What I have lost in these many days, shall never come back to me and it is my most precious PEACE OF MIND.
Undated & Forever
Deepty – for positive words of wisdom
Adi – for care and concern
Daleep – for motivating me
Ganesh – for sharing the most difficult moment of his life
Dipanwita – for being the first one on the 2nd day of my mishap to call me & express concern
Kalpesh – for being the best buddy
Ulka – for never letting me feel alone
Sonar – for letting me know that there are issues with copy
Deepa – for being there the way she is
Prasad – for being the best of buddy
Apurva – for being cheerful and cheering me
Mansha – for making me believe again in destiny
Prashant & Swati – for being my supportive
Sanat – for letting me know that I can still manage to be unstoppable
Ajay – for telling me that worrying will only weaken me and therefore I should continue working
Raji – for challenging me again and again
Gayatri – for telling me that lunch was terribly silent
Rutu – for making me believe that she will always remain the darling of a friend for me
Rohit – for comradeship that requires no words to be described as it is inevitable
Lydia – for keeping in touch
Yogita – for telling me it is good to have a neighbor who keeps you on your toes
Yadav – for tolerating all my tantrums
Priya – for making me realize I am really scary
Jaggu – for pushing me hard to work on a few captions for his photo exhibition
Khanna – for telling me how invisible I have become
Sweetu – for keeping on telling me to get well soon
Yogi – for saying that one accident can never leave me without energy
Rajeshri – for letting every one know that I have become immobile and getting me connected
Kiran – for making me believe again that true friendship is much more precious than any other wealth in this world
Rupal – for quarreling over the fact that not meeting a friend often leads to such long unforeseen vacations of a painful nature
Ameet Sonawane – for telling me from America that I will get well soon
Ashina – for getting me involved in something I was unaware about
Nikita – for letting me know that beyond everything hidden is that truth of mistrust
Nikita Narang – for offering the flowers to my Lord Ganesh in office
Adees S. – For delhidreams
A big thank you to my daredevils: Antara – for ferrying me to the hospital on her Honda Activa | Udayan – for being the first to rush to help his elder brother | Arpita – for unlocking the door to the home in which I lay in pain | Bara Maima – for putting my injured leg on the pillow and caressing me with love & care | Nibedita – for missing her dadamani | Bara Mama & Chota Mama – for saying it is just a temporary phase | Didu – for giving me courage…
But Mom is the greatest of all… I love the way you are simple, loving, caring and supporting me through all this.
Chapter 10: Moment of Total Triumph
February 17, 2011
I had visualized it come alive. I had eagerly anticipated its truism. And my phone rang. I answered after the first bell. The voice on the other end declared – THEY LOVED IT AND WE HAVE GOT TWO MORE TARGETS TO HIT. I loved that positive feeling. I had worked hard on this campaign. But this entire campaign belongs to a team, which made it sure that we delivered quality without compromising on our vision. Sitting at home, perched on an escalated computer chair and a plaster, I wasted not a single second along with my team to put things in place. At the end of the day, we are answerable. I simply felt great to be at the core of the triumphing moment. And I give entire credit to my team and my creative partner, my buddy for making me believe again – ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IN THIS WORLD IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Chapter 11: It Is So Not Very Of Me
February 18, 2011
My conversations were bitter. My deliverance was lethal…
Chapter 12: Shocked and Awed
February 19, 2011
The internet is a powerful tool of communication. But once misused can shatter everything. Be it pride, honor or glory; God forbid if someone ever manages to hack into your personal email id, you are in for a shock. Today I helplessly witnessed something that kept unfolding miles away from me. It was a virtual war of words. It was a digital destruction of an identity. Everything that seemed secure was at stake. And what suffered the most were friendship, trust, faith, belief and mutual admiration. Passwords were being changed, identities were deleted, profiles were scrutinized, forwards were monitored and on the other end of the phone were three voices. Every voice spoke on a different level. One spoke on the level of suspicion, the second voice spoke on the level of being in grief and shattered and the third voice spoke on the level of surety. The location was traced to a crime capital of a place located in the heart of a lively city like Mumbai. Nothing seemed to be unstoppable. Be it doubts, words, allegations or making it sure that one or the other gets hooked, booked and cooked. At the end of the day, I was left shaken because in spite of being confined my mind was pushed to a roller coaster of a ride… Shaa…. It was so much unexpected of you my friend. I will take lot of time to recover from this shock. Because I really had no role to play in this.
Chapter 13: Ruined Sunday
February 20, 2011
It was a sunny Sunday. I was watching one after the other best movies on television. But I was thrilled to catch up with Roman Holiday on Zee Studio starring Greogery Peck and Hepburn. At the same time my movie viewing experience was interrupted by a phone call that made a demand. I did share the information that was demanded of me. But the voice on the other end made me feel as if I was at the core of something that was completely untoward. I was questioned, I was crosschecked and I was asked to part with information that I consider very serious. At the end of the Sunday while watching the amazing Marathi movie Gandh, I realized how fragile every relationship is. I also realized how closest of friends misunderstand you and mistrust you on a matter which is actually rooted in the city you are just based at. Anyways I retired for the day feeling very disturbed.
Chapter 14: Never Say Never Again
February 21, 2011
I had once promised myself that I will never step into the shoes of another person who is an expert in his or her own field. But I had to do so today because somewhere I felt my commitment towards my creative vision was feeling threatened. I believe there are different ways of interpreting and decoding visions. But today, I was dealing with a mind which simply refused to think. My phone calls were left unanswered. My online chats were left unaddressed. My smses never received any replies. I even sent mails. But the unthinking mind just wasn’t in a mood to cooperate. After trials and errors, I gave up and decided I should sacrifice my selfishness and step into the shoes of a person who seems or is supposed to be knowing a bit more than me.
Chapter 15: Completion
February 22, 2011
My mom says very soon I will find myself feeling petrified of my own temper. Her fears might just come true some day. I was speaking to my otherwise soft spoken colleague from office. I wanted to make it sure that before I proceed for my journey to a slightly laid back town, I accomplish my assignments. But this particular assignment just continued getting stretched. Though I felt apologetic later, at that moment my colleague became the victim of my wrath. I know for days, she would be in a state of disbelief that it was I to whom she conversed with over the phone. And it was the same me, who might have really jeopardized her eardrums. Luckily I completed my bit of work that was left pending. There are also those who are stuck between two worlds – Better and the Worse. It was disheartening to see how creativity was put at stake. But then I had very little or less to complain about because we were chasing a livewire deadline.
Chapter 16: Escapade
February 23-27, 2011
Only my mobile was with me. Half of the time, the network was zero. The journey went well and the people around me were filled so much with life. For a moment, I failed to realize that I was tending a fractured left leg. I felt like keep walking with them for hours. But they advised me to rest. I caught up with lovely tea. I entertained myself to good quality food. I enjoyed sleeping longer hours. And I enjoyed smelling the smoke that emerged out of the manmade charcoal gas. I just want to be there forever in the near future.
Chapter 17: Home Coming
February 28, 2011
A break within a break.
A home away from home.
A feeling complementing a feeling.
A vacation in a vacation.
A complication surrounded with more complication.
I felt nice coming back home. Hope kept me feel driven; the hope of soon getting rid of my plaster tomorrow. The first thing I did was put on my television and catch up with some real entertaining stuff. I opted for infotainment. I loved to watch a Macedonian movie on Lumiere Movies which dealt with supernatural happenings. The name of the movie was Shadows. It had a simple but sexy concept. The movie revolved around a doctor and his encounters with spirits. Thereafter it was a lot of viewing of an equally stupid budget, which does no good to inflation. Air fares and hospitality costs are supposed to cost more. And how dare our finance minister shamelessly declare that healthcare cost might go still higher. Indian politicians can kill the Indian population in one blow by waging a war of prices. Soon there will arrive a time when we will find ourselves begging at many doors…
Chapter 18: Mixed bag of sordid feelings
March 1, 2011
Today was eagerly awaited. I just was excited for my left leg, which was all set to taste freedom. The pale looking plaster was supposed to go and I was sure to walk my way or drive my way back home. Nothing of that sort happened. The entire experience left me feeling pathetic, even more frustrated and I cursed every moment of that moment when I met with this bloody accident. I understand the harshness in the language of my writing is due to the most inevitable experience, I didn’t want to be a part of. On reaching the nursing home, I was shocked to find my doctor’s cabin empty. Limping desperately, I rushed to the reception and asked where the doctor is. The receptionist was a bit too busy with the animated conversation she was having over the phone. The second attempt of communicating with her was a success, which was made possible only by my sister. She came back saying, the doctor had left for a stroll since there were no patients to be addressed between 6.30 pm to 8 pm. We were at the nursing home at sharp 7.45 pm to avoid the situation of causing any delay to his departure. The orthopedic has been immensely helpful so far. On entering his cabin, I was warmly welcomed by his smiling face. Courteously he once again asked me to pull the stool and sit comfortably. I did so. He went through the prescription, turned towards me and inquired about my health and my leg movements. After lending an ear to all my motivated conversations, he ticked the name of a medicine I have been taking doses of so far and declared – I AM HAPPY TO SAY THAT YOUR PLASTER WILL BE REMOVED ON MARCH 8. WE ARE DELIBERATELY DELAYING THE PROCESS TO SEE TO IT THAT THE BROKEN BONE STIFFENS IN A GOOD WAY OR ELSE YOU MIGHT HAVE TO STAY INDOORS LONGER. I was left shaken. I had thought, today was the day of freedom but was only left feeling upset when I was made to believe, it will stay one more week. It will stay on my left leg to tease me and remind me of that fateful Wednesday. I came home hurling silent abuses within my mind. I could even feel the instant irritation caused. A friend called up after I reached home to inquire about my health and I vented my anger on her saying – IT YOU THINK A PLASTER IS FUNNY, GET YOUR BRAIN SCANNED. That was the end of every communication today. The night has arrived and I just don’t want to sleep. I might continue reading a book or catching up again with another show of THE SOCIAL NETWORK on my laptop. Or maybe continue reading the freshly arrived issue of my most favorite magazine – OPEN.
Chapter 19: Irreversible
Undated and Forever
I must make peace with the thought that it was an untoward mishap. But it happened. I should have been very angry but I sacrificed my anger. It is painful experience. I have to live with it at the moment. I now feel I really must not have let him go. He ruined some of the finest moments of my life. Who the hell had asked that stupid biker to drive unabashedly? Wasn’t he aware that he was driving on a road and not flying in the sky? People walk on these roads. Life changes on these roads. Why didn’t he blow the horn? Who had given his wife the right to start screaming on me? Didn’t he deserve that slap from the bystander who took control of the situation? Who the hell was he? Hiding his face behind a black helmet mask, seated on a 180 cc Black Bajaj Pulsar, he kept riding like a madcap and what did he do? He knocked me down… B*&$@##&###*!@#
What I have lost in these many days, shall never come back to me and it is my most precious PEACE OF MIND.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
IMMOBILE HOURS
Chapter 1: The Unimaginable First
February 9, 2011
Morning 9.30 am
Location: Office
Moment: Offering prayer to Lord Ganesh
Day had begun on a regular course, like everyday life begins in an ad agency. The office was wearing an abandoned look. The most dedicated Client Servicing Executive had already switched on her PC and started keying in vital details about the day ahead. I was thrilled and I was in the brightest of mood to convey my aspirations, desires, dreams, imaginations and intent to my boss. I had wound up the previous day, feeling very content and satisfied. The excitement was spilling over to the next day that is today too. Being the most restless and the most eager person, I just wanted to liberate myself from a burden of confused & apprehensive thoughts. Speaking to my boss, I felt at peace. I was also in a mood to do lot of new things. After some while, I started working on the copy for a brand, which if had come to me three months back; I would have chickened out. But I am thankful to my colleagues and contemporaries, who have time and again made me believe that we should better avoid going back to that page in the dictionary, which displays the words – impossible and unimaginable. During lunch, I was back to the debate to prove that Bengalis and Keralites are two distinct communities. Practically both are the same and both states of West Bengal and Kerala are ruled by a Communist Government. I should be thankful to my colleague Raji for always being the unquestionably strongest contender, I ever had. Right from discussing eating habits to the art of paadchaari (art of farting), we yelled at each other, we abused each other and wrapped up the lunch by me taking the lead in describing how a fart can enjoy a roller coaster ride within the dhoti of a Bengali Gentleman (often addressed as Bhadralok). Post lunch, for the first time in so many months; the feeling of slipping into Nirvana was not that intense. Work continued, laughter continued and so did the euphoria to do what the heart willed to. A separate 30 minutes were spent singing songs at the chill zone of our office. I had already spoken to a production expert. The appointment was fixed, any time beyond 7 pm at the most prominent Famous Studios. Accompanied by my very understanding Art Director (Ulka), we drove to the studios. The person, we met had a magnetic personality. She spoke to the point and I could feel the positive vibes, she generated through her conversations. Stepping out of Famous Studios, I asked my creative buddy if she was interested in grabbing a quick munch or a packet of Lays. Both unanimously agreed upon two packets of Lays. A taxi driver immediately agreed to drop us at Curry Road and Sewri respectively. My conversations continued and I knew how difficult it is for an otherwise calm person like Ulka to tolerate my verbose self. As we crossed Arthur Road Jail and neared Chinchpokli station, I asked the driver to stop the taxi. Ulka assured, she can drop me near Curry Road station or at the most near Dadar and still can make it on time to board a Vashi bound local. But my restless self had to make a quick move. I jumped out of the taxi, crossed the road and headed towards a shortcut, which led straight to the bridge leading to Chinchpokli station. As a rule, I looked to my left and then to my right before crossing the road. I tucked my mobile phone in the front pocket of my newly purchased blue denim jeans. I had taken two progressive steps and to my right was a huge crowd also crossing along. Suddenly I heard people yelling towards me – LOOK OUT. Before I could turn to my right to discover, what that loud voice was all about, I felt an impact.
After two minutes of complete blackout, I gathered consciousness and saw a woman hurling abuse straight at me. I found my mobile ripped apart, lying unattended on my left. My left hand was below the front wheel of a Black Pulsar bike. My left leg had twisted completely and was beneath the rear wheel of the bike. My right arm was swollen and there was a bulge on the forearm. I requested the woman, who seemed to be newly wed to first calm down. I assembled my mobile phone and was helped to gather myself on my feet by a stranger wearing a white shirt over a black trouser. I saw the biker well-mounted on his 180 cc Jet Black Bajaj Pulsar. He looked at me with anger. The yelling woman, who supposedly was his wife, was now standing resting her hand over his shoulders. He was unlocking the helmet that had so far covered his face. Before he could react or respond; someone mounted a tight slap on his face. Once again, the woman started hurling abuse at me. I inched a bit closer to both the shocked biker and his over sensitive wife, folded my hands and begged for an apology. I requested every one around to pardon the biker and also begged for forgiveness, me being ignorant to their yell of warning. I was helped by the fellow bystander to cross the road. He asked me if everything was fine. He crosschecked with me, if my mobile was with me and was there any valuable thing that I think, I might have lost. I replied affirmatively that everything was fine. He helped me drag myself with an immensely painful left leg to the platform. He helped me settle down on an elevated and tiled sitting space and ran at a speed only Karl Lewis can manage. Within two minutes, he was back with a bottle of chilled mineral water and asked me to immediately consume it. Thereafter he asked as to where I am headed to and which train, I wish to board. I told him that the approaching train will help me reach my destination that I was headed to. He was keen to travel along. But I thanked him for what he had generously and selflessly done for me. Before I could turn back on boarding the train and ask for his contact details, he had miraculously disappeared in the emptiness of the railway platform. I called up my Art Director and told her what had happened. She had made up her mind to ask the taxi driver to take an about turn. But I stopped her from doing that. I managed entering deep in the railway compartment. My facial expression narrated the story that I had met up with a mishap of a fatal nature and therefore was allowed to occupy a seat by my fellow Gujarati travelers. One of them, even helped me stretch my leg and informed the onlookers that I had met with an accident and I be allowed to travel with my leg stretched wide to my destination. Ulka continued to be in constant coordination over the phone. Drop-by-drop, I had by now not only emptied the bottle of chilled mineral water but also started feeling sleepy and feverish. After one hour from the time, I met with the mishap and so much water going into my body, there was no way I could have not felt the need to take a leak. I looked around and realized the train had come to a standstill at the station, which is a huge junction. Since there were two more long distance trains, expected to cross tracks; I was sure my train would definitely get delayed. By now the pain in my leg had traveled from being intense to being intolerable. Still I stood, pulled down my bag from the rack above and alighted to take the three minute trail to the nearest unhygienic lavatory. After I relieved myself of the intense pressure felt in my gall bladder, I re-boarded the same train that I was traveling in and finally reached my home town. Alighting late at around 11 pm in the night, it was very difficult to walk. So I started limping and then dragged myself throughout the railway platform. No one came to my help and neither did I ask for help. Staking my life further, I chose to cross the railway tracks because taking the foot over bridge could have proved suicidal. I dragged my way to the nearest auto stand. A woman mercilessly watched my plight and disappeared in the rickshaw, I had hauled for. Luckily another one followed and was extremely concerned. He jumped out of the rickshaw, freed me of my backpack and asked me to put my hand over his shoulder. He gently helped me get into his spacious and clean rickshaw. He then requested me to guide him to my home. I had sent a sms to Ulka and also spoken to her over the phone that I was fine. The rickshaw came to a halt near my home. The rickshaw driver once again helped me climb the steps to my home. I pressed the door bell. My mom unbolted the door. I entered my drawing room and collapsed, shivering & yelling. Before she could inquire, I told her that I had met with an accident and was knocked down before I realized what had gone wrong. She undid my shoes. My left leg had swollen very badly. I called up my boss and explained to her that the unpredictable tomorrow holds a painful surprise for me. I couldn’t rest my feet on the ground. I limped, had my dinner and took three doses of painkillers. Mom massaged my leg, elevated it on three pillows and at around 12.30 am, in great pain I passed out. The stranger who helped me stand, I think was God’s messenger.
Spot of accident: Chinchpokli bridge near Chinchpokli station
Vehicle of devastation: 180 cc Black Bajaj Pulsar
Time: 8.24 pm
My facebook status read: It was closest than I had ever imagined. But the invisible presence of GOD came to my instant rescue & I defied it. The only hiccup-I AM IN DEEP PAIN.
Chapter 2: The Painful Second Day
February 10, 2011
It was Prashant’s birthday. Sleeping on my bed and in pain, I dialed his number to wish him. Being my Chaddi Buddy, from my voice he instantly concluded that something was not right at all. He was right. I told him how last night had been so very difficult. My little brother and sisters took me to the nursing home, got my left leg bandaged. The initial X-Rays posed no threat. But the doctor thrashed my hopes of making it to office in next two days by declaring, I had suffered a fracture and I cannot at all travel for next one month. Thanks to the two young doctors who attended to me carefully. Late in the evening, the orthopedic surgeon gave his final verdict – It is a hairline fracture and I am not allowing you to travel for next one month. He then advised me to meet him next on Monday for a brand new plaster to be done. Nikita and Ashina came to know of it and didn’t for a second leave my phone calls or sms unattended. Ulka was still concerned because she was the first one to know of the mishap I had met up with. My strongest buddy Amit Sonar just made me laugh & laugh. And so did Kalpesh. Then there was my friend Nikita Narang from office, who said, “Kaisa hai tu mere dost”. Rutu and Shruti told me that the lunch hour was extremely silent. Raji asked me to recover soon. While reconstructing the entire episode of the fateful yesterday evening, I felt more agitated. I was nowhere at fault. I was just crossing the road. It was the biker who had to impress his wife that he was a cool biker and left me victimized. Why did I at all leave him? Why did I apologize to him? Why did I stop a bystander from slapping him? Why did I not allow my helper to not take note of the number plate? Whatever damage was to be done had been done. Thank you to everybody who called up today to once again make me feel that I am a tolerable person, who can be a friend, a colleague, a partner and of help. Love you all.
Chapter 3: The Hopeful Third Day
February 11, 2011
It was my first official day of being rendered immobile. But I had made up my mind to continue being in high spirits. I was already working to deliver and meet the deadline for an amazing range of summer skin care products. My friend Paulami came along with her son to pay me a visit. Calls, smses, emails and sos continued to make me believe that there was so much care, concern and love around. Everyone made it a point to convey their concern for me. It is friendship and love that matters the most. Mounted on my computer chair and my left leg elevated on a set of four cushions, I kept working and stayed online to see to it that my absence from office didn’t at all bring activities to a standstill. Apprehensions did keep me bothered. But my boss made it a point that I keep them at bay because I had to continue being positive and my will power had to remain strong. My colleagues and friends made it a point to even crack jokes over phone calls to simply keep me laughing. A big thank you to Rutu, Gayatri, Ganesh and everybody for that once conference call made to me that got me instantly connected to my most loving office. Rutu continued teasing me that this entire mishap would have never taken place, if I had not been at fault. Yes, I know she just wanted me to take this comment sportingly. And I did so. And therefore, I continued smiling. Prashant and Swati came along visiting and along with mother took good care of me.
Loads of love, 100 gms of life and fistful of luck to all who have helped me stay inspired, motivated and restless... craving for more out of life
Chapter 4: The Inspiring Saturday
February 12, 2011
Daleep finds a special mention today for having called me and once again made me feel that my pen still is mightier enough to churn out some great creative work. And a warm gratitude to Shruti, my day beginner in office who never fails to greet me a hearty good morning once I am finished with my prayers to Lord Ganesh. Fourth day of being immobile and I have not felt short of excitement. Keeping me in high spirits are smses from friends, colleagues, old clients and definitely facebook. Had facebook hadn’t been around; these immobile hours would have become extremely intolerable. Nikita made it a point to be in touch and Ashina definitely never forgot that I am in pain. And how do I not mention my creative partner Ulka, who just made it sure that I don’t forget that she had repeatedly advised me not to jump out of the taxi to rush for the train, which I finally boarded on the fateful evening of February 9, 2011. Paulami and Sneha paid me a visit. In fact, Sneha made it a point to get coconut water. She knows that sometimes the hottest of tempers can be calmed down by the sprinkle of coconut water. Thank you Sneha.
Chapter 5: The Extremely Happening Sunday
February 13, 2011
Sunday is my most favorite day of the week. It couldn’t have been so animating, had it not been the experience of watching four movies back to back. Yes, I was definitely missing a friend who was caught up with work. Neither could I get angry for that friend being unable to get in touch with me nor could I bang the baton of claims that how the friend could forget me so soon. Anyways I found true solace in watching Uttarayan, a beautiful Marathi movie on ETV Marathi that dealt with love. Shivaji Satam emoted and acted well while Nina Kulkarni simply left me surprise. Ageing Viju Khote still managed to charm. Uttara Baokar continues to be the powerhouse of talent. I deliberately don’t want to describe the story out here because it is an amazing adaptation from the book Durgi. At the same time on Star Pravah, the Marathi movie Haapus was in full bloom. Once again Shivaji Satam was at his creative best. The veteran Sulbha Deshpande easily played the most loving grandmother. Makarand Anaspure finally has shed his shoddy image of being a buffoon. Evening got much better when Sumbaran another gem of a Marathi movie was relayed on ETV Marathi. I loved it to the core. Once again Makarand Anaspure was weaving magic. Siddharth Jadhav was thrilling in a cameo. The concept of the movie was extremely touching. The Patil of a village, his wife, his ancestral home, his children, his illicit relationship, the Dhangar community, everything was too touching. I wrapped up the day with a dose of laughter unlimited when Johny Lever screamed Bhoooooola in Golmal 3. Chota Mama and family came visiting and my childhood friend Prashant delivered some more books for me to enjoy reading. Abhay too didn’t miss coming home. He is my best train buddy.
Chapter 6: Valentines Day
February 14, 2011
Entire world had drowned itself in celebrating Valentines Day. My friend Nikita kept wishing me the same. But I was in a melancholic mood. Not for being companion less. But for falling short of inspiration and motivation. Strangely both Nikita and Ashina like the great friends they are pulled me out of an otherwise frustrating mood that I was caught in. Even though my mind was caught fiercely in a battle between the odds and the evens, my friends helped me deal with it even more strongly. The concern that had started developing fast was over the evening. I just did not want to experience it. But sometimes, we have to go against our wishes. And therefore I sat there at the nursing home. The doctor gently invited me in and in 15 minute, he had made me feel great. He bid a good bye saying, “Get ready to walk the talk buddy”. I was thrilled and I was overjoyed. But at the same time, I had to be extra cautious. I was being given a heavy dose of medicines to kill the pain I was still experiencing. But the feeling of being able to stand straight on my feet, made me feel like the fighter who chose to flex his muscles only to win the first round in the boxing ring. Also a million thanks to my creative partner and the midnight call made by two of my colleagues – Baba and Babu (Ganesh & Rohit). It was extremely sweet of both for having considered me of an opinion. I felt extremely honored. The entire campaign reminded me of the select words, my father once proudly pronounced with extreme precision.
Chapter 7: Keep Walking
February 15, 2011
Under the influence of heavy medication and prolonged sleeping hours stretching from a drowsy 12.30 am to an almost incredible 10.30 am in the morning. Thanks to the phone call made by one of my lovely office colleagues Manisha, I did wake up. Or I would have ended up being lazy, extremely unenergetic and in no mood to work. In her voice, I sensed concern and in her speech I sensed care. It was good to stand firmly on my feet with the support of a stick. I took the centre stage to brush my teeth by not sitting on the chair by standing near the basin. My sister was surprised but still happy that her Dada was back on his feet. Thereafter I switched on my laptop. One of my yet another favorite colleague had already kept me updated about a wonderful brief. Then called up Lydia, whom I meet and greet every morning in the office. I thanked her for calling me because even within the confines of my drawing room, she made me experience the ambience of my otherwise energetic office. Some friends called up. And I stayed online. But I also was in the dire need of catching up with some sleep. I think the medicines given to me last evening really made it difficult to keep my eyes open. Still I made it a point to finish writing for my office team. My singing buddy Kalpesh called up and then called up my creative partner Ulka. At the end of the day both made me smile. The copy that I had created for the concepts they had developed complemented each other so well. I went to sleep peacefully. But I was missing another dear friend of mine who was extremely busy with a conference and even if she wanted to couldn’t call me up. I signed off, expecting to hear from her tomorrow and sent a sms to my comrade Rohit Mukherjee who grew a year younger this midnight. I hope he never fails to charm his many admirers. Happy Birthday Rohit. Oh yes! I continued fighting with Raji online and that one phone call from Yadav was enough for me to continue being in high spirits.
Chapter 8: A Friend Comes Back & So Does Inspiration
February 16, 2011
It is difficult to fathom the fact that one week is over. I could have not even thought of it, if Mom would have not suddenly got emotional. It was a holiday on account of Id. Maximum bed rest was the agenda for the day. But I chose to do maximum reading of unattended Sunday papers and freshly arrived subscription issue of OPEN. By afternoon, I had convinced Mom to sacrifice her afternoon siesta to join me in watching Danny Boyle directed 127 HOURS. Watching the central protagonist self-axe his hand; we both were shocked. Mom and I repeatedly thought how the actual person on whose life the movie is based might have dealt with the situation of being stuck between the situation of death and trying to stay alive. The movie ended. I switched off my laptop. Mom lay by my side. After ten minutes, she turned towards me with tears in her eyes. She said, she had never felt so weak and defeated. She said she always thought she was at her courageous best. But the sudden demise of my father followed by another crisis and my present mishap made her feel defeated. I assured her not to worry at all. I am very well aware of the inhibitions and insecurities she is dealing with in the unknown corners of her heart and mind. She reminded me, “Son, it is one week when you arrived in pain just for me. You dragged yourself home so that I am not left feeling worried. I can tolerate everything that comes over me. But seeing you in pain hurts me deeply. I sometimes will to ask God as to why He makes it a point to make me see so much pain and why takes my son through experiences, he definitely doesn’t deserve?” I consoled her by saying that might be this is God’s own way of testing my endurance. My best friend called up too. I was really thrilled to learn that she has not only followed her dream but she is close to achieving a lot more. Nikita has made me realize that friendship is a special relationship, which should be treasured till the time we breathe our last. And if I don’t mention Ashina, I think the entire circle of a beautiful friendship shall remain incomplete.
8.24 pm - LAST WEEK - FEBRUARY 9, 2011 - SOUTH MUMBAI - I WAS LEFT IMMOBILE. ONE ENTIRE WEEK IS GONE AND AM YET TO RECOVER FROM THE UNIMAGINABLE IMPACT OF WHAT THEY CALL 'AN UNTOWARD MISHAP OF THOUGHTS, IDEALS AND PERSPECTIVES'. ONE ENTIRE WEEK AND I STILL REMEMBER EACH & EVERY THING OF WHAT MIGHT HAVE GONE WRONG.
But I am absolutely fine. I am accomplishing all my work commitments, meeting new challenges and waiting for more work & more excitement to come my way. This is the power, this is the strength and this is the courage, I have earned and inherited from my Daredevil Dad and Loving Mother… Just waiting for a new tomorrow I am also happy to know about my creative partner’s first ever meeting that she will be attending to present our idea to the client. Life can’t get better than this. I also made a new friend today. She is young and is a pursuer of her own dreams. May God bless Titash.
My facebook updates:
It was closest than I had ever imagined. But the invisible presence of GOD came to my instant rescue & I defied it. The only hiccup-I AM IN DEEP PAIN.
If I CAN, I WILL... If I WILL, only then I CAN (a philosophy, i discovered in the last 24 hours about myself)
Immobility is a curse... Thankfully the mind continues to be in constant motion :)
Loads of love, 100 gms of life and fistful of luck to all who have helped me stay inspired, motivated and restless... craving for more out of life
Confined & under control of unforeseen circumstances.
Friends and family always dilute the feeling of negativity that is sometimes felt within... I must say, I am very very lucky at this moment for being blessed with positive feelings :)
February 9, 2011
Morning 9.30 am
Location: Office
Moment: Offering prayer to Lord Ganesh
Day had begun on a regular course, like everyday life begins in an ad agency. The office was wearing an abandoned look. The most dedicated Client Servicing Executive had already switched on her PC and started keying in vital details about the day ahead. I was thrilled and I was in the brightest of mood to convey my aspirations, desires, dreams, imaginations and intent to my boss. I had wound up the previous day, feeling very content and satisfied. The excitement was spilling over to the next day that is today too. Being the most restless and the most eager person, I just wanted to liberate myself from a burden of confused & apprehensive thoughts. Speaking to my boss, I felt at peace. I was also in a mood to do lot of new things. After some while, I started working on the copy for a brand, which if had come to me three months back; I would have chickened out. But I am thankful to my colleagues and contemporaries, who have time and again made me believe that we should better avoid going back to that page in the dictionary, which displays the words – impossible and unimaginable. During lunch, I was back to the debate to prove that Bengalis and Keralites are two distinct communities. Practically both are the same and both states of West Bengal and Kerala are ruled by a Communist Government. I should be thankful to my colleague Raji for always being the unquestionably strongest contender, I ever had. Right from discussing eating habits to the art of paadchaari (art of farting), we yelled at each other, we abused each other and wrapped up the lunch by me taking the lead in describing how a fart can enjoy a roller coaster ride within the dhoti of a Bengali Gentleman (often addressed as Bhadralok). Post lunch, for the first time in so many months; the feeling of slipping into Nirvana was not that intense. Work continued, laughter continued and so did the euphoria to do what the heart willed to. A separate 30 minutes were spent singing songs at the chill zone of our office. I had already spoken to a production expert. The appointment was fixed, any time beyond 7 pm at the most prominent Famous Studios. Accompanied by my very understanding Art Director (Ulka), we drove to the studios. The person, we met had a magnetic personality. She spoke to the point and I could feel the positive vibes, she generated through her conversations. Stepping out of Famous Studios, I asked my creative buddy if she was interested in grabbing a quick munch or a packet of Lays. Both unanimously agreed upon two packets of Lays. A taxi driver immediately agreed to drop us at Curry Road and Sewri respectively. My conversations continued and I knew how difficult it is for an otherwise calm person like Ulka to tolerate my verbose self. As we crossed Arthur Road Jail and neared Chinchpokli station, I asked the driver to stop the taxi. Ulka assured, she can drop me near Curry Road station or at the most near Dadar and still can make it on time to board a Vashi bound local. But my restless self had to make a quick move. I jumped out of the taxi, crossed the road and headed towards a shortcut, which led straight to the bridge leading to Chinchpokli station. As a rule, I looked to my left and then to my right before crossing the road. I tucked my mobile phone in the front pocket of my newly purchased blue denim jeans. I had taken two progressive steps and to my right was a huge crowd also crossing along. Suddenly I heard people yelling towards me – LOOK OUT. Before I could turn to my right to discover, what that loud voice was all about, I felt an impact.
After two minutes of complete blackout, I gathered consciousness and saw a woman hurling abuse straight at me. I found my mobile ripped apart, lying unattended on my left. My left hand was below the front wheel of a Black Pulsar bike. My left leg had twisted completely and was beneath the rear wheel of the bike. My right arm was swollen and there was a bulge on the forearm. I requested the woman, who seemed to be newly wed to first calm down. I assembled my mobile phone and was helped to gather myself on my feet by a stranger wearing a white shirt over a black trouser. I saw the biker well-mounted on his 180 cc Jet Black Bajaj Pulsar. He looked at me with anger. The yelling woman, who supposedly was his wife, was now standing resting her hand over his shoulders. He was unlocking the helmet that had so far covered his face. Before he could react or respond; someone mounted a tight slap on his face. Once again, the woman started hurling abuse at me. I inched a bit closer to both the shocked biker and his over sensitive wife, folded my hands and begged for an apology. I requested every one around to pardon the biker and also begged for forgiveness, me being ignorant to their yell of warning. I was helped by the fellow bystander to cross the road. He asked me if everything was fine. He crosschecked with me, if my mobile was with me and was there any valuable thing that I think, I might have lost. I replied affirmatively that everything was fine. He helped me drag myself with an immensely painful left leg to the platform. He helped me settle down on an elevated and tiled sitting space and ran at a speed only Karl Lewis can manage. Within two minutes, he was back with a bottle of chilled mineral water and asked me to immediately consume it. Thereafter he asked as to where I am headed to and which train, I wish to board. I told him that the approaching train will help me reach my destination that I was headed to. He was keen to travel along. But I thanked him for what he had generously and selflessly done for me. Before I could turn back on boarding the train and ask for his contact details, he had miraculously disappeared in the emptiness of the railway platform. I called up my Art Director and told her what had happened. She had made up her mind to ask the taxi driver to take an about turn. But I stopped her from doing that. I managed entering deep in the railway compartment. My facial expression narrated the story that I had met up with a mishap of a fatal nature and therefore was allowed to occupy a seat by my fellow Gujarati travelers. One of them, even helped me stretch my leg and informed the onlookers that I had met with an accident and I be allowed to travel with my leg stretched wide to my destination. Ulka continued to be in constant coordination over the phone. Drop-by-drop, I had by now not only emptied the bottle of chilled mineral water but also started feeling sleepy and feverish. After one hour from the time, I met with the mishap and so much water going into my body, there was no way I could have not felt the need to take a leak. I looked around and realized the train had come to a standstill at the station, which is a huge junction. Since there were two more long distance trains, expected to cross tracks; I was sure my train would definitely get delayed. By now the pain in my leg had traveled from being intense to being intolerable. Still I stood, pulled down my bag from the rack above and alighted to take the three minute trail to the nearest unhygienic lavatory. After I relieved myself of the intense pressure felt in my gall bladder, I re-boarded the same train that I was traveling in and finally reached my home town. Alighting late at around 11 pm in the night, it was very difficult to walk. So I started limping and then dragged myself throughout the railway platform. No one came to my help and neither did I ask for help. Staking my life further, I chose to cross the railway tracks because taking the foot over bridge could have proved suicidal. I dragged my way to the nearest auto stand. A woman mercilessly watched my plight and disappeared in the rickshaw, I had hauled for. Luckily another one followed and was extremely concerned. He jumped out of the rickshaw, freed me of my backpack and asked me to put my hand over his shoulder. He gently helped me get into his spacious and clean rickshaw. He then requested me to guide him to my home. I had sent a sms to Ulka and also spoken to her over the phone that I was fine. The rickshaw came to a halt near my home. The rickshaw driver once again helped me climb the steps to my home. I pressed the door bell. My mom unbolted the door. I entered my drawing room and collapsed, shivering & yelling. Before she could inquire, I told her that I had met with an accident and was knocked down before I realized what had gone wrong. She undid my shoes. My left leg had swollen very badly. I called up my boss and explained to her that the unpredictable tomorrow holds a painful surprise for me. I couldn’t rest my feet on the ground. I limped, had my dinner and took three doses of painkillers. Mom massaged my leg, elevated it on three pillows and at around 12.30 am, in great pain I passed out. The stranger who helped me stand, I think was God’s messenger.
Spot of accident: Chinchpokli bridge near Chinchpokli station
Vehicle of devastation: 180 cc Black Bajaj Pulsar
Time: 8.24 pm
My facebook status read: It was closest than I had ever imagined. But the invisible presence of GOD came to my instant rescue & I defied it. The only hiccup-I AM IN DEEP PAIN.
Chapter 2: The Painful Second Day
February 10, 2011
It was Prashant’s birthday. Sleeping on my bed and in pain, I dialed his number to wish him. Being my Chaddi Buddy, from my voice he instantly concluded that something was not right at all. He was right. I told him how last night had been so very difficult. My little brother and sisters took me to the nursing home, got my left leg bandaged. The initial X-Rays posed no threat. But the doctor thrashed my hopes of making it to office in next two days by declaring, I had suffered a fracture and I cannot at all travel for next one month. Thanks to the two young doctors who attended to me carefully. Late in the evening, the orthopedic surgeon gave his final verdict – It is a hairline fracture and I am not allowing you to travel for next one month. He then advised me to meet him next on Monday for a brand new plaster to be done. Nikita and Ashina came to know of it and didn’t for a second leave my phone calls or sms unattended. Ulka was still concerned because she was the first one to know of the mishap I had met up with. My strongest buddy Amit Sonar just made me laugh & laugh. And so did Kalpesh. Then there was my friend Nikita Narang from office, who said, “Kaisa hai tu mere dost”. Rutu and Shruti told me that the lunch hour was extremely silent. Raji asked me to recover soon. While reconstructing the entire episode of the fateful yesterday evening, I felt more agitated. I was nowhere at fault. I was just crossing the road. It was the biker who had to impress his wife that he was a cool biker and left me victimized. Why did I at all leave him? Why did I apologize to him? Why did I stop a bystander from slapping him? Why did I not allow my helper to not take note of the number plate? Whatever damage was to be done had been done. Thank you to everybody who called up today to once again make me feel that I am a tolerable person, who can be a friend, a colleague, a partner and of help. Love you all.
Chapter 3: The Hopeful Third Day
February 11, 2011
It was my first official day of being rendered immobile. But I had made up my mind to continue being in high spirits. I was already working to deliver and meet the deadline for an amazing range of summer skin care products. My friend Paulami came along with her son to pay me a visit. Calls, smses, emails and sos continued to make me believe that there was so much care, concern and love around. Everyone made it a point to convey their concern for me. It is friendship and love that matters the most. Mounted on my computer chair and my left leg elevated on a set of four cushions, I kept working and stayed online to see to it that my absence from office didn’t at all bring activities to a standstill. Apprehensions did keep me bothered. But my boss made it a point that I keep them at bay because I had to continue being positive and my will power had to remain strong. My colleagues and friends made it a point to even crack jokes over phone calls to simply keep me laughing. A big thank you to Rutu, Gayatri, Ganesh and everybody for that once conference call made to me that got me instantly connected to my most loving office. Rutu continued teasing me that this entire mishap would have never taken place, if I had not been at fault. Yes, I know she just wanted me to take this comment sportingly. And I did so. And therefore, I continued smiling. Prashant and Swati came along visiting and along with mother took good care of me.
Loads of love, 100 gms of life and fistful of luck to all who have helped me stay inspired, motivated and restless... craving for more out of life
Chapter 4: The Inspiring Saturday
February 12, 2011
Daleep finds a special mention today for having called me and once again made me feel that my pen still is mightier enough to churn out some great creative work. And a warm gratitude to Shruti, my day beginner in office who never fails to greet me a hearty good morning once I am finished with my prayers to Lord Ganesh. Fourth day of being immobile and I have not felt short of excitement. Keeping me in high spirits are smses from friends, colleagues, old clients and definitely facebook. Had facebook hadn’t been around; these immobile hours would have become extremely intolerable. Nikita made it a point to be in touch and Ashina definitely never forgot that I am in pain. And how do I not mention my creative partner Ulka, who just made it sure that I don’t forget that she had repeatedly advised me not to jump out of the taxi to rush for the train, which I finally boarded on the fateful evening of February 9, 2011. Paulami and Sneha paid me a visit. In fact, Sneha made it a point to get coconut water. She knows that sometimes the hottest of tempers can be calmed down by the sprinkle of coconut water. Thank you Sneha.
Chapter 5: The Extremely Happening Sunday
February 13, 2011
Sunday is my most favorite day of the week. It couldn’t have been so animating, had it not been the experience of watching four movies back to back. Yes, I was definitely missing a friend who was caught up with work. Neither could I get angry for that friend being unable to get in touch with me nor could I bang the baton of claims that how the friend could forget me so soon. Anyways I found true solace in watching Uttarayan, a beautiful Marathi movie on ETV Marathi that dealt with love. Shivaji Satam emoted and acted well while Nina Kulkarni simply left me surprise. Ageing Viju Khote still managed to charm. Uttara Baokar continues to be the powerhouse of talent. I deliberately don’t want to describe the story out here because it is an amazing adaptation from the book Durgi. At the same time on Star Pravah, the Marathi movie Haapus was in full bloom. Once again Shivaji Satam was at his creative best. The veteran Sulbha Deshpande easily played the most loving grandmother. Makarand Anaspure finally has shed his shoddy image of being a buffoon. Evening got much better when Sumbaran another gem of a Marathi movie was relayed on ETV Marathi. I loved it to the core. Once again Makarand Anaspure was weaving magic. Siddharth Jadhav was thrilling in a cameo. The concept of the movie was extremely touching. The Patil of a village, his wife, his ancestral home, his children, his illicit relationship, the Dhangar community, everything was too touching. I wrapped up the day with a dose of laughter unlimited when Johny Lever screamed Bhoooooola in Golmal 3. Chota Mama and family came visiting and my childhood friend Prashant delivered some more books for me to enjoy reading. Abhay too didn’t miss coming home. He is my best train buddy.
Chapter 6: Valentines Day
February 14, 2011
Entire world had drowned itself in celebrating Valentines Day. My friend Nikita kept wishing me the same. But I was in a melancholic mood. Not for being companion less. But for falling short of inspiration and motivation. Strangely both Nikita and Ashina like the great friends they are pulled me out of an otherwise frustrating mood that I was caught in. Even though my mind was caught fiercely in a battle between the odds and the evens, my friends helped me deal with it even more strongly. The concern that had started developing fast was over the evening. I just did not want to experience it. But sometimes, we have to go against our wishes. And therefore I sat there at the nursing home. The doctor gently invited me in and in 15 minute, he had made me feel great. He bid a good bye saying, “Get ready to walk the talk buddy”. I was thrilled and I was overjoyed. But at the same time, I had to be extra cautious. I was being given a heavy dose of medicines to kill the pain I was still experiencing. But the feeling of being able to stand straight on my feet, made me feel like the fighter who chose to flex his muscles only to win the first round in the boxing ring. Also a million thanks to my creative partner and the midnight call made by two of my colleagues – Baba and Babu (Ganesh & Rohit). It was extremely sweet of both for having considered me of an opinion. I felt extremely honored. The entire campaign reminded me of the select words, my father once proudly pronounced with extreme precision.
Chapter 7: Keep Walking
February 15, 2011
Under the influence of heavy medication and prolonged sleeping hours stretching from a drowsy 12.30 am to an almost incredible 10.30 am in the morning. Thanks to the phone call made by one of my lovely office colleagues Manisha, I did wake up. Or I would have ended up being lazy, extremely unenergetic and in no mood to work. In her voice, I sensed concern and in her speech I sensed care. It was good to stand firmly on my feet with the support of a stick. I took the centre stage to brush my teeth by not sitting on the chair by standing near the basin. My sister was surprised but still happy that her Dada was back on his feet. Thereafter I switched on my laptop. One of my yet another favorite colleague had already kept me updated about a wonderful brief. Then called up Lydia, whom I meet and greet every morning in the office. I thanked her for calling me because even within the confines of my drawing room, she made me experience the ambience of my otherwise energetic office. Some friends called up. And I stayed online. But I also was in the dire need of catching up with some sleep. I think the medicines given to me last evening really made it difficult to keep my eyes open. Still I made it a point to finish writing for my office team. My singing buddy Kalpesh called up and then called up my creative partner Ulka. At the end of the day both made me smile. The copy that I had created for the concepts they had developed complemented each other so well. I went to sleep peacefully. But I was missing another dear friend of mine who was extremely busy with a conference and even if she wanted to couldn’t call me up. I signed off, expecting to hear from her tomorrow and sent a sms to my comrade Rohit Mukherjee who grew a year younger this midnight. I hope he never fails to charm his many admirers. Happy Birthday Rohit. Oh yes! I continued fighting with Raji online and that one phone call from Yadav was enough for me to continue being in high spirits.
Chapter 8: A Friend Comes Back & So Does Inspiration
February 16, 2011
It is difficult to fathom the fact that one week is over. I could have not even thought of it, if Mom would have not suddenly got emotional. It was a holiday on account of Id. Maximum bed rest was the agenda for the day. But I chose to do maximum reading of unattended Sunday papers and freshly arrived subscription issue of OPEN. By afternoon, I had convinced Mom to sacrifice her afternoon siesta to join me in watching Danny Boyle directed 127 HOURS. Watching the central protagonist self-axe his hand; we both were shocked. Mom and I repeatedly thought how the actual person on whose life the movie is based might have dealt with the situation of being stuck between the situation of death and trying to stay alive. The movie ended. I switched off my laptop. Mom lay by my side. After ten minutes, she turned towards me with tears in her eyes. She said, she had never felt so weak and defeated. She said she always thought she was at her courageous best. But the sudden demise of my father followed by another crisis and my present mishap made her feel defeated. I assured her not to worry at all. I am very well aware of the inhibitions and insecurities she is dealing with in the unknown corners of her heart and mind. She reminded me, “Son, it is one week when you arrived in pain just for me. You dragged yourself home so that I am not left feeling worried. I can tolerate everything that comes over me. But seeing you in pain hurts me deeply. I sometimes will to ask God as to why He makes it a point to make me see so much pain and why takes my son through experiences, he definitely doesn’t deserve?” I consoled her by saying that might be this is God’s own way of testing my endurance. My best friend called up too. I was really thrilled to learn that she has not only followed her dream but she is close to achieving a lot more. Nikita has made me realize that friendship is a special relationship, which should be treasured till the time we breathe our last. And if I don’t mention Ashina, I think the entire circle of a beautiful friendship shall remain incomplete.
8.24 pm - LAST WEEK - FEBRUARY 9, 2011 - SOUTH MUMBAI - I WAS LEFT IMMOBILE. ONE ENTIRE WEEK IS GONE AND AM YET TO RECOVER FROM THE UNIMAGINABLE IMPACT OF WHAT THEY CALL 'AN UNTOWARD MISHAP OF THOUGHTS, IDEALS AND PERSPECTIVES'. ONE ENTIRE WEEK AND I STILL REMEMBER EACH & EVERY THING OF WHAT MIGHT HAVE GONE WRONG.
But I am absolutely fine. I am accomplishing all my work commitments, meeting new challenges and waiting for more work & more excitement to come my way. This is the power, this is the strength and this is the courage, I have earned and inherited from my Daredevil Dad and Loving Mother… Just waiting for a new tomorrow I am also happy to know about my creative partner’s first ever meeting that she will be attending to present our idea to the client. Life can’t get better than this. I also made a new friend today. She is young and is a pursuer of her own dreams. May God bless Titash.
My facebook updates:
It was closest than I had ever imagined. But the invisible presence of GOD came to my instant rescue & I defied it. The only hiccup-I AM IN DEEP PAIN.
If I CAN, I WILL... If I WILL, only then I CAN (a philosophy, i discovered in the last 24 hours about myself)
Immobility is a curse... Thankfully the mind continues to be in constant motion :)
Loads of love, 100 gms of life and fistful of luck to all who have helped me stay inspired, motivated and restless... craving for more out of life
Confined & under control of unforeseen circumstances.
Friends and family always dilute the feeling of negativity that is sometimes felt within... I must say, I am very very lucky at this moment for being blessed with positive feelings :)
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