Mighty Deed

She watched the rain drops race by on the window of her car. She was exactly at the same place where she was a year before, from where she had started it all.She was standing in front of Abhaya Anathaashram and it started to rain as soon as she pulled in.

She had quit her job a year ago, her flourishing career, a result of 3 years of hard-work. Her bank balance was depleting. She had come a long way and there was no turning back now.

She wanted to start an NGO of her own like Abhaya. She thought getting her NGO registered would be the toughest task. But, she was wrong. She had done everything from bringing in like-minded people to form a governing body for the NGO to getting it registered. But, the biggest task in front of her now, was raising funds for her NGO.

She left no stone unturned. Yet she had lost. There weren't many people or private organizations to help her. She didn't blame them, given the scams that they get to hear everyday. The least that she could manage was to rope in a few Corporate Organizations to fund, but that wasn't enough.

She still remembered her first day as a tutor at Abhaya. She saw a bunch of kids with curious eyes judging and assessing her. Over a lot of ice-creams and stories, she had earned a piece of their unconditional love. It seemed all so easy back then. She thought to herself "HOW can it be so difficult? I am doing a good thing here. How?"

Her thoughts were broken by a knock on her window. She wiped the film of vapor on the window from her hand to see who it was. It was Raaji, her favorite kid of the lot, with an umbrella. Raaji was studying in 10th and wanted to become a dancer. She instantly opened the door of the car to hear Raaji say "Akka, You should have called up. I would have got an umbrella".
Raaji took her arm and led her into the house not waiting for her to answer.

The house was upbeat with inane laughter as always. She wondered how the kids managed to stay so cheerful every single day. Raaji went in to get a cup of tea for her. She sat down wiping her hands from a towel. She heard Darshan saying "I want to become a Doctor you know, the one that takes care of dogs. I'll prepare some kind of lotion for people so that when the dog bites with it's canine teeth, it wont hurt people."
She thought if she would ever be able to help the kids to hold on to their innocence against all the things that were trying to steal it from them. Because she had lost her's, over the years.

Her train of thoughts was broken again when she saw a mailman at the door-step. It was a courier, addressed to her. She was pleasantly surprised looking at the From Address. She opened the letter and started to read in a hurry.

The last few words shook her balance, literally. The letter said "As a token of appreciation and thankyou for your support, we want to help you in return." In the envelope was a cheque for one lakh rupees addressed to her NGO, Samarthya.

It was a letter from an NGO, to which she was sending money from her salary, 500 rupees every month from the past 3 years.

But she couldn't understand why would they want to help her. She looked up from the letter to find Raaji with a cup of tea.

Raaji said with a chuckle, "I wrote them a little letter you know, about your situation."
She smiled and went on to say "Your lessons came in handy."

She felt a choke in her throat and eyes moisten up.

Poem..?! Not quite there yet!

When your dreams were long gone; like ashes in the air
You built a new dream about me

You say "My heart is filled with pride because of your glory"

I say "My glory is having you beside me"

When your life was in pieces

You longed to put the pieces of my life together

You say "I never got to live a life like yours"

I say "I can never be like you; ever"

When your hand goes out to wipe my tears

I am unaware that your soul cries a river

When your wishes fell on deaf ears
You made my wishes come true; as though; magically

In the face of impossible;
I say "I'm frightened"
You say "Get Inspired. There's always a way out"

When days pass by and memories fade away
Your love for me only grows more
You are the very reason

Of my existence; For my existence

When you smile; the God of my imagination takes a human form

You say that "I am the reason of your smile"
I say "I am not even worth to be in your life"

When I lose my faith in the cosmic bodies;
I notice the reason; Why the world is still a better place to live in

It's because of You...Amma!

Mid-20-Crisis

Mid 20's...

There's something insanely funny about the mid 20's..

Well..for starters...you compare it with your early 20's when you were a college going kid..the times when you thought you were the most hip-n-happening kid on the block while your dad kept yelling away "You are not getting anywhere with that attitude of yours.."

You have a few crushes..a few flings...you think you have "life" figured out just as when you end up in a boring corporate conference room where people are talking about making "Action-plans" but somehow as soon as you get out of the room..god knows HOW but the "action" is all vanished and you are only left with "plans".

Slowly you start to realize the same holds good for your personal life as well...

Well now's the time when when you go through a lot of whatthehellamidoingwithmylife thought process which honestly dosent take you anywhere either..!

You here a lot of gyaan all around..mostly coz it's free of cost..!

There's a very dear friend of mine whose dad tells "Iss duniya mai kisi ko 2 rupaye de do..lekin gyaan mat do..sab moorkh hain.."  I totally agree with him and there are many people who need to follow this..! :P

I just got off track there..coming back to the mid 20's..

You come back home from office; switch on your laptop and log in on to Skype since you also need to give time to your onagainoffagain relationship with your gf/bf..

Then you start to realize that your job is actually a joke and what you do is probably the most pettiest thing on earth!

Then comes the time when the whole world is bothered about your next promotion and/or marraige..while all you have been doing is to visit the same old restaurant for the umpteenth time...

You look at yourself in the mirror and you look awful coz there's nothing much in life to do other than boozing...(Long Live Old Monk..Erasing pain,trouble and brain-cells since godknowswhenitwasintroduced)

You notice a new grey hair..you think you have moved on..grown mature enough ..but in reality you are only stuck in second gear...!

Cheers to the mid-twenties...! :)