This is what True Love is all about

Another touching story forwarded through email. Whether it is true or not, it certainly has a message……

”It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 a.m., when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him look at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.

I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer' s Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is." I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life.

"True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be. With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there are some that come along that have an important message, and this is one of those kind. Just had to share it with you all.”

So close to home!!

These are the days, when the leaves would leave their branches and drift down elegantly, swaying in the breeze, landing softly on the ground below.

A school girl, in her school uniform, her bag on her back, returning from school; happy that yet again another day of school is over. She would choose the brownest and the biggest ones, gleeful when she heard the crisp sound of dry leaves.

The school girl, though now grown-up, is back again. In a new country, new surroundings, in her backyard, looking for the brownest and the driest of the mango leaves, gleeful to hear the familiar crisp sound. She is close to home, so close!

Of failed attempts and disappointments!!

Are the High Commissions and Consulates here to help people or to trouble them?

With hope I went to them, permission to visit their country. To enjoy the nature, to appreciate it's beauty. Just a few days of leisure and pleasure, of new place and people of that land.

But it was not to be. Terror unleashed in the world prevented it. No more simple pleasures of travelling. It's a time of rejections and dejections.

Would I had been a bird - which boundary could stop me?
Would I had been a river, would I stop flowing across borders?
Would I have been the wind, would I be stopped from blowing?

Alas! to be a human.

What lies beyond?!!

A friend had forwarded this beautiful mail. I want to share it with you all.....

A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side."

Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."

"You don't know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"

The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.

Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear.

I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing... I know my Master is there and that is enough."

WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN IT !!!!!

Who is mightier?!!

Neither the Pen nor the Sword.

The mightiest one is the ‘Nature’. Yes, it can make or break destinies.

Nature is its own master, no one can control it, not even the Supreme Power or ‘God’ as some might say.

It can cause Earthquakes or Tsunami Waves, Floods or Draughts…..nothing or no one can stop the nature.

And to be fair, nature warns. Only we choose not to hear.

Don’t mess with it. We will only harm ourselves. Leave it alone, respect it and we will be fine.

How Farheen was saved…

It was a regular day. Back from work and the students were already waiting. Freshened up, had something to eat and started teaching. Everything was as usual, giving lessons, checking homework, etc.

Suddenly in the hum of children’s voice came a shrill shrieking sound. I froze, the sound was full of terror!! I heard it again, this time calling my mom…”Bhaaabbbhiiiiiiiiii”

We rushed out, to the neighbour’s. She was holding her baby, little Farheen, almost lifeless, limp in her arms. “What happened?” my mom asked her. She talked incoherently. Tears flowing non-stop, looking at her child turning blue…..

He grabbed the baby from neighbour’s arms, my brother. Wrapped the baby in blanket, clutched her to his chest and ran down the staircase, barefeet.

Others were too stunned to react. After my brother was gone, some talked “too late”, “she won’t survive” and so on….

The lady, when she came back to her senses walked with my mom to the Doctor.

Farheen survived, brother said she gasped as he was running down the staircase, maybe all that hugging and running had opened up her lungs. “A little more delay and she wouldn’t have survived” were the doctor’s words.

She was playing in the washroom as her mother was doing the washing. Children are fascinated with water, almost always without exception. She was too, playing with her hands in the bucket full of water.

Suddenly, there was an eerie silence. Her mother sensed something and looked behind where Farheen was playing. She could see her two tiny legs pointing out of the bucket!! Bubbles rising up to the surface!!!

She hauled her out of the water with her legs, but she wasn’t conscious. Was already turning blue and hence the shriek……

Farheen had to be hospitalized for a week, to be kept under observation in case she developed any complications belatedly.

Quick thinking saved her life. The new lease of life has made her more livelier and she is growing up into a chatterbox.

Mother India!!

No, I hadn’t watched the movie then, but I loved the song since the moment I had heard it play in our school hall. I was asked to participate in Independence Day celebration function, one of the dancers in a group. The practice started, the song played again and again to perfect the steps.

On the D-Day, we were dressed in traditional Indian attire, rural to be precise.

Miniature people, girls dressed as men with pagadis and women in ghagra cholis and flowing dupattas. A riot of colours, red green yellow white brown…..

The music started and adrenaline rushed through us as we made an entry, with perfect movements and synchronization. Faces glowing, eyes lively, bodies vibrant …..enjoying every moment on the stage.

Our performance earned a torrent of applause. I was hooked.

I heard the song after a long time today morning, on AIR….

dukh bhare din beetey re bhaiyaa ab sukh aayo re
rang jeevan mein naya laayo re -2
hoy hoy dukh bhare din beete re bhaiyaa, beete re bhaiyaa

dekh re ghataa ghirake aayi ras bhar-bhar lai - 2
o ghataa ghirake aai, ho
chhed le gori man ki beena rimjhim rut chhai - 2
o ghataa ghirake aai
prem ki gaagar laae re baadar bekal moraa jiyaa hoy - 2
dukh bhare din beete re bhaiyaa ...

madhur-madhur manvaa gaaye apne bhi din aaye - 2
o madhur manvaa gaaye, ho
saavan ke sang aaye jawani saavan ke sang jaaye, o - 2
o madhur manvaa gaaye, ho
aaj to jii bhar naach le paagal kal na jaane re kyaa hoye - 2
dukh bhare din beete re bhaiyaa ...

I relived my childhood :)