Hum Saath Saath Hai

My blog title has been inspired for a fellow-blogger (Always Happy) friend’s titles. She has an unusual way of putting up important things in a light and easy manner. And so today when I was thinking of an apt title, I happened to use her technique.
While dropping my daughter for her classes yesterday, which I’ve been doing for more than 6 months now, but some things strike you late, I passed a house, where there is an Audi, a Lexus and a Porsche, parked side by side a speed boat. Here I would like to remind you my friends, its not so usual in Indore to have so many top end models in one house, so you can imagine how filthy rich this person would be, but then his next door neighbor with whom he shares boundary wall is a, you may not have guessed it, a slum dweller, who works with a monkey and a street dog to earn his daily wage!
 
My daughter’s school is a supposed to be amongst the best in the state, but in its back drop, there is a area which is house to a small group of homeless people, for whom education is a far away dream, the only things that they pray for are food and a decent pair of clothing.
In life we often come across such stark disparities, which at times also make me feel guilty, I don’t know why. But then I see the other types and I also feel jealous, how she can have more than I have. I don’t know if it happens with everyone or not, but when I’m in a good mood, I see the lesser ones, but when I’m in a bad one, I always see people who are better off then me.
Though I have the sensibilities to understand that on the ladder of life, the rung that I’am standing on is not on any of the extreme ends, , but there are always things that someone will have that you would be longing for. It could be anything, material, emotional or physical. For my daughter, it’s the baby monkey she sees everyday on her way to school, she even asked me why she can’t have a monkey in her house too. For me its emotions. I think love can conquer over everything, if there is enough love and acceptance around you nothing in this world can let you be sad or low.

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Tathastu, God Bless.

You are the spark that ignites
The life for me
Otherwise it’s just spurts of
Air in and out of me
You make life worthy of being
More than love to be seen
Is to be felt
There are spasms that happen
Here and there, not too often
Of missing and seeing you
But the presence makes up for moments lost.
I would like to have more of you

More of you than life itself,
More here than there
More with me than without me
No, I’m not complaining
Just aspiring for more
Hopeful for a Tathasthu! (Wish Granted)
Knowing you are loved is not enough
Feeling the love is what matters.
  

Tathastu, God Bless.

You are the spark that ignites
The life for me
Otherwise it’s just spurts of
Air in and out of me
You make life worthy of being
More than love to be seen
Is to be felt
There are spasms that happen
Here and there, not too often
Of missing and seeing you
But the presence makes up for moments lost.
I would like to have more of you

More of you than life itself,
More here than there
More with me than without me
No, I’m not complaining
Just aspiring for more
Hopeful for a Tathasthu! (Wish Granted)
Knowing you are loved is not enough
Feeling the love is what matters.
  

Crazy Cricket Craziness

So finally we’ve won the world cup, what an honor what craziness what not!
Here first let me tell you I love cricket, and enjoyed the match as much as anyone.
And my heartiest congratulations to one and all!
But how do we celebrate? And how do we take the victory or the failure makes the man a winner.
Yesterday, as in most parts of the world, not just India, but also in the US, in Canada and the Arab countries, our national flag was all over the place.
People were seen holding, waving and prancing all over the roads with the flag, isn’t this some kind of disrespect to the flag?
Our national anthem, for which we are supposed to stand up and show respect, was the favorite song to be danced on, be it in the streets or from car speakers.

Mad and crazy things happened on the streets, lots of people with kids and wives were harassed and troubled, because a majority of the public was “HAPPY”.

The streets were jammed, people were jumping out of cars in the middle of the roads and dancing, singing and abusing, I can understand the dancing and singing part, but why abuse? Blowing your car horns, trumpets and dholl (drums), it was all happening and adding up to the noise decibel.
Even before the match, we called them Ravans, and spread the word about “Lanka Dhavan” (Burn Lanka), is that the way we Indians treat our “Atithis” (Guests)?
We were the world cup finale’s hosts; I feel we could have shown some poise some dignity.
On my way back from a friends place after witnessing the awesome moment, I saw some rather shocking things, things I dint think should happen, weather here or elsewhere. And these incidents wiped off some of the enthusiasm off the feeling of winning the world cup.
Just that we were stuck in the traffic and took more than 90 minutes for a 10 minute drive was not enough.
There was a couple with a small child in the car who was terrorized by all this shenanigans. A man happened to jump upon their car! He may not have found enough space on the roads.
People throwing holi color with water and beer was also a very common sight, did we get free alcohol with the world cup too that I was not aware of?

Fire crackers were another nuisance. I can understand bursting crackers, but this was more like bursting the whole fire-cracker factory! My next door neighbor has delivered a baby the recently she just got home yesterday morning; I was more worried about the child than anything else.
You shall also see lots of people saying, “PROUD TO BE AN INDIAN”, I want to ask weren’t you proud to be an Indian, sans the world cup? Is being an Indian, only limited to winning the world cup?