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Thursday, 28 May 2015


They both were two pegs down and were sitting on the ground with their arms around each other, gazing up at the starry summer sky.

‘Just look at the sky,’ said Jobin, stroking her hair. ‘ what we are looking at now is how the sky  would have appeared thousands of years ago.’

He had told her the same thing on the day they first met but Christina thought not to interrupt him- this was his way of sharing his world with her.

Many of those stars have already died, but their light still fills the universe. Other stars were born far away, and their light has not yet reached us.
So no one knows what the real sky looks like? She asked.
We don’t know. We study what we see, but what we see is not always that exists. He said.

‘ I want to ask you something. What are we made up of?. Where did the atoms that make up our bodies come from?.

Jobin looked up at the ancient sky and said: ‘ they were created along with the stars and the river. In the first second of universe’s existence .

‘ so after the first moment of creation, nothing more was added.’

‘no nothing. Everything moved and continues to move. Everything has transformed and continues to be transformed. But all the matter that exists in the universe now is the same matter from all those billions of years ago, and not one single atom has been added.’

Christina sat studying the movement of both river and stars. It was easy to see the river flowing across the earth, but it was hard to see the stars moving in the sky. And yet both were moving.

Jobin, she said at last, after a long silence during which they both watched a boat passing by. Let me ask what might seem an absurd question: is it physically possible that atoms that make up my body could have been in the body of someone who lived before me?’

Jobin stared at her in amazement. She surprises him everytime.

What do you mean, he asked.
What I said, is such a thing possible? Is it possible that the atoms that made up the body of someone who died could be in my body and in someone else’s body?.

He said nothing for a moment, then said:

Yes it is.

Wednesday, 27 May 2015


Christina felt a tremendous urge to cry. There had been a time when nothing was as important as herself. She had several boyfriends and had always believed that she loved each one, only to see love vanish from one moment to the next. Of all the things, she had experienced until then, love had been the most difficult. Just then, she was in love with someone slightly older than herself; he was studying chemistry and had a completely different vision of the world from hers. Once again, she was putting her belief in love, trusting her feelings, but she had been disappointed so many times, that her heart lay in despair. She was no longer sure of anything. Nevertheless, this was a great gamble of her life………… 

The soul of adam was split into two, and eve was born out of him.’

If in the beginning , there were so few people on the face of earth and now there are so many, where did all those new souls come from ?

The answer is simple, we divide into two. Our souls divide as do crystals and stars, cells and plants.

Our soul divides into two, and those new souls are in turn transformed into two and so, within a few generations we are scattered over a large part of earth.

In this process of dividing into two, we also find ourselves. And this process of finding ourselves is called love. Because when a soul divides, it always divides into a male part and a female part.

That’s how the book of genesis explains it ; the soul of adam was split into two, and eve was born out of him.’

Tuesday, 26 May 2015


In life, each person can take one of two attitudes: to build or to plant, but one day they finish what they are doing. Then they find they are hemmed in by their own walls. Life loses its meaning when the building stops.

Then there are those who plant. They endure storms and all the many vicissitudes of the season, and they rarely rest. But , unlike a building, a garden never stops growing. And while it requires the gardener’s constant attention, it also allows life for the gardener to be a great adventure.

Gardeners always recognize each other, because they know that in the history of each plant lies the growth of the whole world.......

Saturday, 23 May 2015


It was 8.30 am in the morning and i was chatting with her, for the past few days we were fighting, fighting on every small issue. she had no time for a loser like me, not responding to my romantic messages, to the wonderful poems i wrote for her. all looked like a garbage to her now. other priorities had taken my place. i felt sad, distressed, defeated and lost. i was staring at my mobile in disgust and anger. when came my mother, to remind me such a loser i am. 

what do you plan to do with your life.......chatting with your friend is all you want to do....what have you gained all this year,,,holding this mobile in your hand...what do you want to do....what have you made of have made a joke of yourself.....

her words came like a double edged sword cutting my heart already in despair to pieces. Anger took control of me and i with whole my strength throwed the mobile towards the wall that was shamelessly seeing me getting insulted by life. the mobile split into its basic components. tears rolled from my eyes and i sat there breathing heavily struggling to live , struggling to calm down the beast in me. My mother was shocked to see me behave like this and tears rolled down her cheeks.

i really could not see her like this so i ran out of the house and just ran, ran and ran to an isolated place and shouted out aloud. i spend some lonely time with myself, sobbing, letting my tears come out. As an hour passed by,i calmed down and when i came back to my senses. i started missing my mobile and i realized what a big blunder i had done. i had given an interview yesterday and was expecting a call from them, my friends had planned a beer party, how would they contact me, she was fighting with me for all the wrong reasons, what if she had sent a sorry and actually realized her mistakes. I walked back to my home and i walked fast, faster, fastest to reach my home.all the while praying that nothing should happen to my dearest mobile phone. i just prayed to God that to forgive me this time.

I reached home and knocked the door, my sister opened the door. I straight away went to my bed where the separated components of my mobile were lying. Battery, cover and the bodypart itself were lying away from each other. I assembled them together and switched it on, and to my surprise it did come alive, I felt so relieved and as I took a deep breathe to relax, I realized my mobile was dead again, sorry it became unconscious. I really felt like stones hitting me hard on my head. I with my own hands screwed myself. I felt terribly upset but it was no use regretting now. I took my mobile in my hands and rushed to the nearby hospital, I mean repair shop and asked the owner of it to begin the treatment immediately.

He after opening the parts and examining it carefully asked me, ye kaise hua, iske to anjar-panjar dheele pad gaye bhaiya.

I said, well ya it fell from a high place.

He said, bohat buri tarah gira hai ye to aur iske parts bhi milne band ho gaye hai ab.

 I said, arey bhaiya, kuch bhi karo..theekh kardo isay.

He said, chalo acha. As he was operating my phone, he asked me…..kabse yahi mobile chala rahe ho, android kyu nai le lete.

I said, paise nai hai.

 He said, arey mujhse le lo, 1800 rs main mast micromax ka set dila dunga.

 I said, utne rupay bhi nai hai mere paas.

He said, mobile sudharvaane ke to paise hai na.  

I asked , kitna kharcha aa jaayega.

He said, 500rs.

I said, abbey jaan lega ka, kuch to kam kar.

He said, bhaiya isay kam main to na ho paayega….mushkil hai…aap kahi aur se karwa lo fir.

I said, chal acha kar de and saying that, I took the last 500rs note that was left in my wallet and gave it to him.

There was a burning sensation in my pocket, in my mind, in my heart that 500 rs went in haste.

A moment of anger cost me 500 bucks..ain’t that a bit costly…..

And as I took my phone which was alive and working now, I remembered all those advices of my parents, my friends and dear ones to control my anger……….my anger has costed me a lot of things in the past….alaass….when do I learn to control it…..

Friday, 22 May 2015


No Man is an Island. What happens to one, happens to us all, for we all are made of clay and stardust. We share the same moments of time. The universal second hand starts its unforgiving forward sweep towards the next minute. … this very own minute in India :

Two young lovers are kissing each other somewhere….

Someone is getting murdered….

A mother is giving birth to a child….

A couple is having sex….

An unlucky woman is getting raped, molested or eve teased….

Thieves are out to rob a house….

And many others would be busy watching IPL…….

All this happening this very minute somewhere or the other…..

All this and infinitely more in space of sixty seconds, and then time ticks on until it finally sends us into the same unknown eternity.....

Tuesday, 19 May 2015


For a mother what can be more painful to see her son suffer from her own eyes and what if her son has come into this world just 8 months ago, how painful isn’t it. After 9 months of carrying a life in her womb,  a mother gives birth to a child after bearing excessive pain. She embraces all this pain because once the ordeal is over, pain will turn into pleasure, sufferings will turn into bliss, screams will turn into smiles for a new life is born through her. A new life comes into the world.

 How painful it is to see a life which has just stepped on earth dying before his mother’s eye.

What if we could help her somehow, what if we could save her son’s life. What if God gives you a chance to save a life of a child, will you do it. I hope you do. Through my blog, I request all my readers to go through the letter that I have posted below and do whatever help you could. That would be really kind of you. Six lakhs rupees is the amount that needs to be collected. If six lakh people contribute even 1 rs, the amount could be easily arranged, if 60000 people contribute 10 rs each, the amount could be easily arranged. Donate, even if it’s a little amount. What matter’s is your intention to help and your good will to save him.

I would request dear readers to please share this post on your facebook, twitter and google+ accounts. I would also request all my fellow bloggers to please repost this post on their blogs and urge their readers to share the same. Lets make this happen, let us do something for this little soul. Let goodness pour in from all sides for this cute little one. let's make him live so that he experiences the blessings of life.

So here is the letter that was forwarded to me by Poonam sharma, a schoolmate of mine.


One of my friend Prajakta Pakhle has his 8 mothns old son suffering with Heptic Vein Thermobosis. (Budd Chiari). This disease has a syndrome of blood Clotting in veins of liver and swelling in liver leading to liver faliure 

Treatment involves

Radiological intervention

Hospital bill is expected approximately 6 Lakhs and Baby’s family is struggling to manage this financially as they have already spent the same amount uptill now since the birth of the child.
I  need you to help this little kid in his tough times and come back to his life crossing this financial hurdle on hospital expenses.
You can contribute any small amount with heartfelt wishes for his speedy recovery. Pls share with your contacts to help the baby.



I am posting an image of the letter released from the hospital itself below for proving the authenticity of this post.

This letter itself, the pic of the baby and the image letter from the hospital were forwarded to me by Poonam.

Thank you Poonam for involving me in a noble cause.

For all the help that you could offer, i give you all two contact numbers, contact them and let them know that we care :-

Poonam sharma - 09765157733
Paresh pakhle - 08939485749

and you can also mail them at

For your sincere contributions, here are the bank details.

Account number- 095001503651
IFSC code- ICIC0000950
Account holder- Paresh pakhle

Jesus loves you all…

God bless you all….