Another Black Day!!

Pune "German Bakery " blast,another Black Day.
The series continue,you receive sms ,an email ,wear black fashionable tee to express your condolence over this blast,Aren't you guys exhausted or frustated wearing Black or morning all year around for something or other??
But still we continue in same fashion,coz we got habituated and this is the case with us right now,ask yourself once"Aren't We??"
We blame on political powers,political parties on each other,media on police & intelligence and vice versa,but in short we all are running away from our responsibilty by giving an stupid reason,"we are common man what we can do?"
Now,atleast now stop giving bluff to yourself and your brain and face ,its we who did mistake and we are facing it in forms of loosing our brothers and sisters,we all will stand for forming a new state,against someone hitting our religious sentiment or giving racial comments but we have taken pledge ,we will never stand for our country , just sit and cry all the time for numerous bomb blast,i am sick of it i have realised its my mistake"I have a voter id-card ,but i dnt go to vote,coz no1 in my family goes,it serves all purpose except for voting" and this might be the same case with you all too.
People So this time lets not moan or wear black or celebrate "Another Black Day",instead lets come forward make society aware of anti-social elements"
So,that atleast our children's can have a secure INDIA.
Continue this thread and make it reach to maximum people..
Gud Nite!!

The Age

Thanks a ton people for amazing response of last two stories,
This time again i am back with a issue "The Age",no it doesnt have to deal with any genration gap or diffrent mindset,but it strikes my outset,the outset of 19-24 year old,the genration that is called young,flexible and dynamic,but i somehow feel that the genration is not of those stuffs but facing the realtime world .
I entered into college some years back passing out +2 ,Till +2 a person is said to be matured if he knows ,he should study or he should have aim,but not once you pass it..the real-time fact starts then ,when you try to balance emotional,mental,intellectual questionaire.It's a place where we loose ourselfs and fell into hands of Matrix.
"Matrix"-Its a definition for this world,its series of complicated,difficult,unpredicatable questions and people that float around.
So coming back ,this matrix how are we suppose to crack it or beat it or master it.There is no book published till now which tells the secret recipe,but there is something we need to explore
and that is "I".
"I"is the existence,the entity,the only thing which can relate to cosmos,and its our duty to explore our motive of life,the way we should live-it doesnt mean testment but the experience that we should entertain in life.

CHANGE??You Have It!!

I've written many stories till now. All of them have been an outcome of my imagination. But, few days back, my life itself had offered me a unique story. This is a story about how shockingly real, the real world is.

So here it is, a comparatively short-story which is 100% real -

Yesterday, I was on my way to the Paradise. Excited and happy, out of many reasons at all. I found an auto-driver who agreed to charge according to the meter was one of those many reasons. The weather had taken a smooth turn and it was more-or-less cloudy which gave my burnt skin a salving respite from Hyderabad's charring heat. After a short-siesta and a shorter lunch, those fluffy clouds played the role of the dessert.

The auto-driver was exercising his racing skills and it added to the fun since the not-so-warm wind was kissing my bearded-cheeks all throughout. The speedometer was touching the likes of nineties and I was feeling that the auto-driver had some ulterior motives of setting some speed record or testing the agility of the tyres, until my body started experiencing the sudden forces of inertia. Yes, the auto started decelerating. The image of a red-pixellated-disk of the traffic-light managed to cross my spectacles to finally paint my retina. The image was clear-enough to furnish my curious mind with the reason behind that sudden advent of inertia.

The auto decelerated at a decelerating rate and it took some time to come to a full stop. Probably, it was not until the auto-driver was completely convinced that his tyres have passed the agility test, that he stopped. My cheek encountered a sudden disappearance of its lover but soon somebody else took the place and gave it a wet sensation. Soon, the tickly wet sensation catapulted since the flood of sweat made its way downwards through the jungles of my beard.

'Tak-tak.' A knock buzzed my ears.

I looked out of the auto. There was nobody. My eyes roved around and then the gravity pulled it downwards. A lathi(wooden-stick) was approaching my field of view. The lathi proceeded ahead in front of my eyes to bring out its master and all the while, the painfully slow advent of the man-behind-the-lathi did a subtle task of sparking immense curiosity in me.

Moments later
Upon seeing the lathi with its master, I became a bit shocked after not being able to find a hand catching hold of its top-end. There was no hand at all. Instead it was just the arm-pit of his right hand that held that lathi; while the left hand, which was physically alright, was holding a stained plastic mug in hope of getting some alms.

'I don't have any change. Go ahead.' These words came out of my tongue unconsciously. My conscience tried to scold me for lying, but my logical and unkind mind subdued that faint inner-voice.

He looked at my eyes and oscillated his plastic mug in front of my eyes. It contained not more than six to seven rupees.

'Go ahead. You won't get anything here.' I rebuked him. He dragged himself slowly away from me. I could see his rags, each of those shreds contained in itself untold stories about his life. His life - which had no importance for me. Why should it even be important? He was frail and old - someone who would be counting his days to get liberated from this dreadful world.

Just at the moment he crossed the auto-driver, the auto-driver stopped him by holding his left-hand.

'Babaji, take this. Get yourself something to eat.' The auto-driver said handing over two coins of two rupees each to the Master of the lathi. I could see a divine smile on that old-man's face which seemed to be reassuring the auto-driver that his act of kindness would be remembered forever.

I was dumbstruck and embarrassed at the same time. I was feeling poor in front of that speedster. Something seemed weird to me. My engineering mind tried to find a reason. But, it failed miserably. Meanwhile, the red painting on my retina was transformed to green and my long-lost lover was back into action.

'Bhaiya, you embarrassed me! Why did you give money to that beggar? I mean...there are so many beggars in India...if you keep giving alms at every red-signal, how would you sustain yourself?' I asked.

'Saheb, I don't give money to each and every beggar that happen to cross my eyes. This old-man's condition was too worse. Have you ever thought how difficult it would have been to carry ourself if we had just one hand? Plus he was old, under-nourished and hungry. I just could not resist.'

'Half of India is hungry. You can't go and feed each of them.' I said irritably.

'Half of India is hungry. You can't go and feed each of them. But, you can help at least one who is really in need.' He said.

I didn't like his logic. My ego just didn't want to take lessons from an auto-driver. I chose to be quiet. The auto paced back to the nineties and my quietness remained my companion for the next ten minutes.

I reached Paradise. Fortunately, no more red lights hindered my cruise with the wind.

'Saheb, it is 57 rupees on the meter. Do you have any change?'

'Yes, I've change,' I said with pride and extended my right hand to hand him the fare, and simultaneously said, 'I am never short of change.'

He smiled and offered his left hand to collect the money. I didn't quite like it, as in India it is customary to give or accept money with the right hand - the righteous hand.

'Bhaiya, atleast extend your right hand.' I said.

He extended his right hand and I poured down a fifty-rupees note with seven lustrous coins which when struck his palms gave a sonorous sound. It drew my attention towards it. The fibre -fabricated single-coloured palm with no lifelines at all and the plastic fingers unable to catch hold of the seven metal disks made a shiver of shock run through my whole body.

I looked up at him. Those eyes showed conviction and there was an unrealistically beautiful smile on his face. In that short moment, his heart touched mine.

He looked into my eyes and said, ''Saheb. I wish that you're never short of change!" and moved back to his auto to set a new speed record once again.

P.S. Thank you for reading this. Hope I made you feel how I felt when it really happened.
P.S. The real stories are much more tragic and emotional. That's why I try to remain in the limit of my imagination.