An old man who called me Mummy

Life is in high spirits. I easily get what I desire. These words always linger on my orifice like an affirmation.  I was surrounded by my loved ones. Never saw distress or such unhappiness which would break my heart forever. Indeed, I had many crushes which were soon crushed, but they did not bring any effect to my life and touchwood for that!!

Fear of losing a loved one was curtained as I was born fearless, brave and of course a happy soul. For me, my life was a vacation on earth which I was enjoying, until a fateful day when I chose to experience hell subconsciously on this earth and I was promptly introduced to one.

In my school books, I had learned that man is a social animal and when I was introduced to melancholy trust me I forgot the meaning of social and all I could see were animals around me in the form of homo sapiens.

 

Suddenly, life became vindictive. Fear all of sudden embraced me and for the first time it dared to enter my life in the form of malady and death of my loved ones, but as an old saying goes if demons are around to bring you misery so are angels to get you out of it.

One day when I was sitting all alone in the dark counter near my house with tears flowing down as if a dam had broken, I saw a figure watching me. I stood up and started walking not because I was scared but because I personally do not like people watching me cry. The moment I stood up he called me by my name. I turned my back and saw an old man smiling asking me to sit.

Remember, when my son died, I was sitting here only and crying when you had passed by and said that it is part of life and asked me to write my thoughts in a diary saying that he would read it and I would feel better…

Oh, I realized!! He was an old man who had lost his wife in an accident and simultaneously his young son in a year or two.  I remember I had felt sorry for him when once like me he too was sitting in the dark and crying.  What I could not understand at that time was how it felt when you lose the one you love to death. How you desperately want to hug them asking them to stop for you, how you just want to tell them that you love them so much that life would have no meaning without them. You want to hold them tight so tight that they would not run away even if they wanted to. How you desperately want to convince them to stay because you love them.

Sorry, I said. I am sorry. I could not understand at that time how you had felt inside. I just used words to calm your inner turmoil and this is the way how it is done isn’t it.

Old man smiled and said how wise you are!!

I said no, I have grown up in a day I guess

Old man: I too am grown up but I cried like a baby when I lost my people and twice you came to me and your words helped me. It’s good to use words.

While wiping my tears with a smirk I tried to avoid further conversation and got up to leave.

Old man:  No wait where are you going?

Me: It’s just too late uncle, I think my mom would be worried

Old man: Okay if you want to go I cannot stop you

Me:  Thank you. I think you should also make a move. Your family must be worried

His head was down and he murmured something which I could not hear, and maybe I was not in a mood to hear too and I left.

 

Next morning, I saw him waving me and asking me to stop

I was slightly better by now. I stood there waiting for him to come.  While standing there I recalled the times when I used to watch him going to the office. The attitude he had, the look on his face was majestic and his skin was like he had directly landed from Iran. I often used to call my grandfather to look at him as he looked like his younger brother. Same eyes, similar hairstyle, self-same skin but different attitudes. My granddad was very affable and he was quite disdainful but now this old man was a beggar of words, he wanted someone to talk to. He stopped people and try to be cute with them but no one was interested because when they tried to be friends with him he showed his stance.

He came running to me and in between heavy breath said can you please give me a diary.

Me: A Diary! Who me!!  In my mind, I was thinking he is a rich man why can´t he purchase a diary on his own but since he had asked for one I gave him one instantly because I had one handy in the home.

I saw his eyes twinkling and he said thank you and ran back to his house like a child.

It was bit annoying but anyways let it be. I chose not to think of it anymore.

In the evening I was passing by his house and he shouted thank you, mummy, for the diary.  Stunned I asked him if he was alright. He immediately came down and sat on the stairs, held my hand and told me the day my mother died I was not so broken because I had my wife to be with. One fateful morning I and my wife were getting ready to go to the office and on one foolish thing we fought like kids. She left for office in a huff without any breakfast. After she had left I felt bad but thought of making it up with flowers in the evening. Alas, that never happened. In another fifteen minutes, I got a call from the hospital that my wife was brought dead to them. Later we came to know from some passerbys that while climbing the bus she was pushed by a guy and her foot had slipped making her fall in between the wheels of the bus.

I tried finding solace in my kids but my kids were married by that time and I was left alone.  I never went back to the office and took voluntary retirement and with the money I opened a general store for my son. Later in life, my son too left this world by taking an overdose of drugs.

I again tried finding solace in my grandkids and daughter but for how long! They too avoided me after a while though they give proper attention to my medication and one day when I was thinking of killing myself while sitting in the dark you stopped and said words which brought back hope. I recalled my mother, you look like her. She too would have said what you did and I decided to live my life. I never dreamt that I would soon find you sitting there and crying and I had asked you for a diary because you gave me hope to live and I tried to do the same when you looked baffled. I can understand what you are going through but this is just the beginning of your struggle don’t give up and thank you for listening to me. Nobody listens to this old man mummy.

I grinned and patted his back and moved ahead.

Two weeks later I went to his shop to buy some goods and he introduced me to his daughters saying she is my mummy. The ladies laughed of course and one of them apologize saying he was in deep depression.

She said my father worked for Defence Ministry and he wanted our brother to join Army but my brother had his own path. All of his life, my father kept three of us in the discipline. He was strict but gave us the best of everything but now we are married and you know it is difficult for us also to keep him with our present families but we visit him daily. Sometimes he does not talk to us and sometimes he acts like a child who has his own small world.

I held her hand and said I understood and I didn’t mind him calling me mummy. Let him be a good son now we laughed and then life moved on. Time passed by and I kept on giving diaries to him year after year. Sometimes I would stop to listen to him and sometimes I would change my way maybe because I was happy and content in my life.

It was the beginning of 2016 when he again asked for a diary and I broke down into tears telling him that my father had left me forever. He was quiet for a while and said he felt sorry that he could not come to bid him goodbye as he was not in Delhi at that time. I accepted his apologies but I forgot to buy him a diary and did not even see him for months. One day while I was passing by his shop he yelled for me in the same tone calling me mummy in front of so many people. I looked back asking him what happened now. He said nobody cares for me now and I feel uneasy. I looked up to his caretaker who laughed it off saying he is saying this to everyone.

ME: No worries son, tonight mummy will pray for your good health and happiness till then be a good boy and stay positive

Old Man: I will try mummy

I could see some uneasiness on his face but thought it was just a bout of depression he was having again. As I turned to go he again called me mummy and as I turned he waved and said Goodbye. I took it lightly until the next day I learned that he was no more …

Such is life. Now you see it now you don’t!! Isn’t it. I felt bad but then what can I do except feeling sad. He had to go to his real mother where she would have actually embraced him saying son I am here with you in this another world where death is not allowed to enter only love and love. I would miss someone stopping me and calling me mummy until I have my own….

God bless your soul son

Love Mummy

 

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Born with a silver spoon

“Born with a silver spoon in the mouth” these words were often uttered by my relatives for my father. And  smilingly he used to tell me that I was born with a silver spoon too.  We both were destined to meet each other in this lifetime with this wonderful relationship.

Last year, I had written an open letter to my father and after reading that he was taken aback. He had fondly held my hand and shared many memories which he had for me.

I never knew that it would be my last letter to my beloved father and his physical presence would vanish within the same year.

This year, while writing about him my mind asked me who will read this now. Who will give you the best hug like always and make special butter chicken for you on father’s day coz the one who did is no more.. . Sad isn’t it?

But my heart said, he will read my write-up’s  through my thoughts. He will hug me in my dreams and as far as butter chicken is concerned he would put that thought in someone’s head and I will be served with love as always !!!

Trust me, last afternoon while having this conversation in my mind I never knew that my paternal aunt (My father’s sister) would prepare butter chicken for me in the evening. See how my father has become my angel and gets me what I want 😉

My papa and my grandfather both have been my best buddies and I cannot imagine anyone taking their place in my life ever.

My life moved on slowly after my grandfather’s death in 2013, and on 02nd, November 2015  a standstill came in my life with my  father’s passing away, stating now both of your best buddies are gone forever.

Those who not only taught you  values stood with you in your storms and made you the happiest human in this world, played, danced, sang songs, laughed have gone forever.

The house is no more a home. It is empty, the sound of silence turning out to be the most troublesome sound. The only thought which stayed with me was I don’t want to live anymore in this world.

But then, my father visited in my dreams. He keeps on visiting me from  time to time in my depression and sickness and keeps counseling till he makes sure that he has made me strong  and has grilled the understanding that it is just his physical presence which has  gone He is listening to my every thought and is with me …

After he left, suddenly people changed. The eyes which showered love gave the most devious looks I had ever seen. Yes, I was very uncomfortable with the change but it had to come. I was in a state of shock.

I shared every little thing with my father and I am recalling a phase of my life which was one of the most difficult times of my life. It was when my friends stood against me and my father guided me and told me to remember only one thing – “It’s better to be defeated on principles than to win on lies”. The people you think were your friends are showing you their real self. Be strong and move on. They were never your friends and they never would be.

My grandfather often used to ask me to take things lightly and used to divert my mind by reading me short stories every evening.

Years have passed to this incident. I sill meet inhumane, selfish people to hurt me but my father’s guidance makes me stronger each day.

I again  remember an instance here when I was hurt by someone’s words in office and I immediately called my father and told him how much I was hurt with thankless people. I kept on cribbing and he kept on listening to me without saying a word. He did not vamoose me  and when I stopped my crib and said hello over the phone again assuming that the line was disconnected he said do you know what I am doing right now. I said no, he said I am preparing your favorite ginger pickle for you.

My eyes twinkled and I almost forgot about all the bad instance of that day and started dreaming of that Ginger pickle. That was my Father for me !!!! .

Till he was alive I never cried. He made sure I slept with a forgiving clean, happy heart. And when I lost the presence of both my handsome men (my grandfather and father) they once again made their way to make me feel their presence in their absence, by being there in my dreams. Guiding me gently and making me wake up with a huge smile each day. Will I ever miss them? Will I ever bid goodbye to them…

Till the day, I let you go until we say our next hello it’s not goodbye…

Till I see you again…

I’ll be right here remembering when

And if time is on our side

There will be no tears to cry on down the road

There is one thing I can’t deny it’s not goodbye…..

Indian Politics versus Fan

It was just another day for me when I received a forwarded message on my cell phone from a friend

 

 

“Watching “FAN” right now. It’s just amazing and mind blowing. I will give it 3 out of 5 stars. You can also watch it live at your place. Just switch it on and it will start revolving at an amazing speed on the top of your roof!!

 

Laughing!!!  I too laughed after reading it. The question is what do we do when we read jokes which give us hearty laugh.. Yes you are right. We forward it to our friends so that they too can take a minute out from the stressful life to laugh or smile. Sorry Shahrukh Khan but I didn’t create this joke this was forwarded to me!!!!

 

 

To my surprise I instantly got a revert  message  from a friend who is  staying in UP cribbing about the load shedding usually done during summers ,saying  that they hardly get to see the fan running .I had no option but to just smile. My phone buzzed again and now another friend was cribbing about how “Samajhwadi party” was ruling in UP and they cannot see fan rolling on the roof cause light is only available for 12 hours a day. When I asked them to make a complaint on the Government website I got a reply saying now this is a joke!! This is not Delhi where every complaint of citizen is taken care of. Sigh! I wish I could tell them how Delhi is functioning under AAP and BJP.

 

A joke forwarded turned up into heated argument amongst all of us on our cell phone group. The argument made me surf the website of Samajhwadi party where I could not find any feed back or complaint section. Also the last updated bulletin was of February, 2016.

 

I surfed a little more and noticed that they have advertised about Samajhwadi Akhilesh App. On downloading that also I could not find any complaint or feedback option. May be I missed but you guys must try it…

 

This is such a shame when it comes to Indian Politics. I have noted the same thing on PM Modi’s app also. They don’t have any feedback or complaint section.

 

I must admit that our PM and CM  of Delhi are bit too high on using technology for advertising purpose. They are having websites where we can lodge our grievances which only demonstrate their positive side!! But…………..

 

Grievances, that never get noticed or heard. I too personally have lodged one complaint over thousand times. Every time they issue me a new reference number and this has been going on for the past one year but I haven’t given up. I will continue lodging grievances till they act upon it.

 

Indian Politicians should learn to use technology to help the citizen of the country instead of boastering.   They shouldn’t use it as a FAN which will not work unless there is light.

 

Samajwadi party should learn from AAP and BJP and create a grievance cell for the states they are ruling but must also use brains to actually hear  those pleas  and feedback so that they can give excellent services and people feel indebted to vote for  them. This goes for BJP and AAP too. Accepting grievances and issuing the reference number does not solve problems .I feel working on them does !

 

So Bring some high voltage light on technology and make fan of your services. Roll on high speed just like our amazing attractive and hardworking  Shahrukh Khan in his new movie  Fan .Do watch.it is a good movie.

PS Political Parties: Jokes apart , Advertising and showing off what you have done is good but please use social networking sites to hear plea of the citizen of India which surely would help you to improve your services .

The Calling from my prespective

 

 

It was just like another day when I had nothing to do with grief in my heart churning me to death.

 

I don’t want to live. I have seen all kind of relations and experienced emotions, What is left in this world for me to see and like everyday before sleeping one more time I invoked for the reason for being alive.

 

Suddenly, days are silent, as if everything is standstill. I have been invoking for that one reason and nothing happened, until one day I saw my favorite author Priya Kumar sharing tweets with her fans who were thanking her for sending them her latest book  ‘The Calling”.

 

After months, my heart wanted something. Yes, I wanted this book.. I tweeted her requesting for a copy for myself. She asked for my email id and within an hour I received an email from her secretary asking me for bank transfer of Rs.699/-

 

No, I didn’t rush at all, I knew I was facing money crunch and money didn’t dance on trees. Money is an investment and deal should be fruitful whether it is in reading a book and learning from it or something else!!!

 

I gathered up courage and gambled my money because the name “The Calling “was intriguing. Curiosity took the better off me. I forgot all my heart racing emotions. My focus was only on buying the book and I bought it somehow.

 

It was Saturday afternoon that I received my copy in a packet which said Priya Kumar Training System. On opening, I saw the book which was beautifully wrapped in a paper with a sticker of PK. I was mesmerized.  I didn’t want to tear it at all !! The presentation of the book was beautiful.

 

I opened the book and I saw a personalized message from the Author for me . It was about happiness!! Happiness that was far away from my life .

 

Since it was a weekend and family being around I was a bit hesitant how to handle my curiosity to open the book. The little devil in me winked and said no harm in peeping J

 

I took my little “ME” time and started reading. I must say the story is indeed gripping and the vocabulary used is simple without much jugglery.

 

The words were dancing in front of my eyes as if they were written for me only. Suddenly, I saw myself as Protagonist who was frustrated with his life and searching for answers of what’s and why’s of life.

 

Yeah!! I found my reflection in Protagonist.

 

I read and re-read the Protagonist encounter with the sage as if I wanted that knowledge to seep deep  into my psyche.

 

I recalled my invocation of “why I am still alive”. The Universe had conspired. The Calling landed in my hands, as if it was a forced divine intervention.

 

The arrival of this book in my life had a perfect timing. I took three days to finish the book taking my time to take pleasure in each and every word.

 

Trust me this book is meant to be read carefully. The calling lies in every single word of the book .

 

The  road to Hemkund Sahib was described in such a way that I felt I was walking along in my imagination and the knowledge given about it was so obvious that I feel like visiting it searching for my Chandu who could be my insightful friend guiding me towards the magical stone and the sage .

 

With every turn of the page, I questioned my recent belief.  I loved those 3 tests given by a sage to Protagonist and before reading how he performed as I placed myself in the situation. The sagacious Shetall in me passed the first two tests easily but failed in the 3rd one and the reason I failed was because for all these months my emotional level had been hocus pocus. I just could not focus on my self-calling.

 

This book played the role of an eye opener to me  and the end was beyond imagination. Though with every turn you might have an urge to read it quickly so that you get to the end but I will say patience here plays an amazing role and yes it can change your life and guide you towards your calling in life as it has in my life.I know my Calling now!!

 

I would give 5 out of 5 stars to this book  and  pray that Priya Kumar  keeps inspiring me  with her books . Love you for creating the Calling.

 

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Stop Sexual Violence

Sexual violence in India is increasing with each day passing.

A –Judicial system of our country is not strong
B- People lack awareness in our Society
C- Fear of being abused or getting killed. The most strongest of all is “ Log kya kahenge” – “ What will people say”

It is such a shame that when we see other countries are taking stern actions over such cases, we as Indians chose to ignore the fact that raising voice against sexual harassment is crucial.

I personally feel that if we together as a society work on the three basic things we can save many upcoming cases on sexual violence

It is not only necessary to bring awareness in girls but in boys too. The sexual violence does not happen with just girls first of all!!. There are juveniles including boys too who get harassed but choose to keep quiet because of the pressure either built up by the parents or by the one who did it.

By keeping quite we not only support our weak judicial system but encourage such vultures to attack more.

By hiding what happened with you, you end up supporting a statement “ Log kya kahenge” ( what will people say) . It is time now that our society should change. If you choose to show yourself forward in using upgraded electronic gadgets, fashion, styling then why not in your upgraded thinking.

I am sorry to quote an example of Nirbhaya’s case. If she would have been a daughter of any member of parliament or of any high profile family would the court would have let this Juvenile walk out so easily helping him to open a tailor shop and 10 lakh rupees for his future. Deep down inside we all know the answer but unfortunately no one would raise a voice against such judicial system where this act is not strongly punished.

Our government should take a stern action in making this act punishable in such a way that fear should install in every Indian Vulture who rapes.. They should be plagued with the fear of loosing their life or their limbs for the rest of their lives

Further to this our new upcoming generation that is parents needs to change their attitudes and thinking .towards the word sex education.
While writing “The gang of wonder kids” I spent time with these kids who were approaching adolescent and saw that their parents either do not have time for them or if by chance they had they were installing their insecurities into the kids. There was an instance where these kids treated me as their best friend sharing each and everything , While being around them no wonder I was their best buddy , they discussed whatever gibberish they had in mind coz I chose not to draw a line of being an elder with them… I realized boys were very curious about how female body grows and vice versa. Alas! When I tried talking to their parents they all had a line to say “ They are too young for sex education”.. “These days kids have their own mind, they are much clever then us I guess they will figure out themselves”!!

Sorry to say but this curiosity in kids can lead to crime . This curiosity leads to rape , These curiosity leads to be in a relationship where they should be learning about other things, these curiosity leads to FOCUS on things to which they do not have knowledge. Yes they have their own mind and so did we in our era but taming was important at that time and now also, no matter how forward you move. Every thing should not be dependable on schools and teachers. Its YOU who have to invest your time in your kid to make him/her an asset to society ..

Let me remind to these new age parents that your era was different. At that time use of electronic gadgets was not convenient, Come on I would ask these new age parents to grow up now. These days puberty hits at 10 don’t you think it is your responsibility to stand up and be a friend to your kid in a way that they do not fear from you and end up learning all the nitty gritties in a safe environment that is YOU.

In the end, all I can say is the Indian Society needs to open their mind towards their responsibility in giving sex education instead of blaming the kids to be who they are because of the so called dialogue “ all is because of the Generation gap “.

Thank you…

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Open letter to Prime Minister of India

Respected PM,

Recently I was going through your website where I noticed a column saying “Share your Ideas “

That made me write this letter to you as I have plenty of ideas buzzing within me but I don’t know how to implement them to make our India “The Best” and Corruption free.

I am purposely making this an open letter as I feel that only if we as citizen of the country try to be the best then only we can offer this world the best.

I would also like to know what others feel about this open letter. Please do share your views in such a manner that it does reach the present King of this country i.e Hon’ble Mr. Narender Modi.

  1. Rage in youngsters.

Every day when I open newspaper I notice the news of students getting killed by other students either on first page or the second. Reason: Monitor gave names of the students making noise in the class, teenager’s girlfriend chose another boy over him etc

Sir, I would request you to kindly introduce mandatory period of mediation and Psychology for all students. There are many institutions like art of living and all who promotes meditation which is more necessary now days. The power of forgiveness is eliminating and anger and frustration is taking a seat in the front row of our lives. Tiny kids when taught from the younger age on how to control themselves can have a new and better young generation.

  1. Eunuch dancing on the streets for money

Not everyone is born with a strong will power like hon’ble Laxmi Narayan. I have seen and met many Eunuchs who have to dance on streets or on good occasions in families to earn livings.

Sir, they are part of our society which cannot be ignored hence would request you to open special schools for them so that they can grow and who knows one of them can represent India . The kids in normal schools must be taught a difference of genders apart from male and females’ .There is another category which should be treated with respect and must be accepted as a normal person.

  1. Elimination of special quotas and SC/ST category

The special treatment which is given to OBC SC/ST should be eliminated.

Sir, we all are part of India and if General category is taking pain in moving ahead in life why SC/ST or OBC’s are given special treatments.

Why there is only 3 to 5 Chances for General Category to give exams whereas the other categories are given infinite chances

Do you know major corruption is coming in India where general Category buys certificate of SC/ST to move forward

Do you know that many doctors of SC/ST categories were given degrees which are leading to wrong diagnoses and killing of people? The best categories choose to leave India and settle abroad because of the treatment they are given by the government.

Delhi is flooded with IAS students and I see maximum ruthless and ill-mannered boys who continue to give exams for IAS with the help of SC /ST/OBC certificates and let me tell you if they become IAS India will never progress.

When we all are Indians they why this partiality?

  1. Dogs and monkeys on the streets

In every lane, in every street you see stray dogs and monkeys roaming around. I would request you to please open special homes with vet nary hospitals for them in every area which should be taken care by the dog lovers of the particular area funded by MCD of course. The reason is not to make a mini zoo but to give them a place where they are not harmful to society.

As far as Dogs are concerned if one house takes the responsibility of vaccinating and giving food to one stray plenty of homes would have there personal watchmen and trust me they are much better watchmen then humans.

Since our society does not have a big heart and we cannot knock every door of particular area to vaccinate a stray though we do give food but then also they can prove dangerous to little kids playing in the parks or home pets who end up transmitting ticks and diseases. I know NGO’s at different places are working for them but in the area which is within the range.

I also see people abandoning there pets just because they are old. These special homes and vet hospitals should be able to give them place to stay Also it would give employment and help to local retired people, house wives, people under depression and kids with rage teaching them a new meaning of responsibility.

  1. Lazy Government officers

While working for foreign government for quite a long time I have noticed how our Indian Government employees are lazy bums may be because they know that no matter how they work they will not be fired. Government job promises permanency which leads to delay in work.

I am too presently facing lazy action by a government office where no body is interested in taking responsibility of the work and corruption is on hilt. If we refuse to give money our work is kept pending for years I feel helpless here. No wonder I have seen foreigners making fun of Indian Government office.

If we say coming in one minute it means an hour and if a foreigner says coming in one minute it is a commitment. I feel ashamed when I hear this but this is a fact from which we cannot run away.

I would request your stern action over here to ask them to make their day to day time sheet on what work they have done and how much time they took in finishing that work. They keep things on pending and major part of the day is spent gossiping. I have witnessed this attitude and indeed it is a shameful thing Sir. Please make your government official WORK!!

  1. Senior citizens and their safety

Sir, we all have to grow old and no one can run away from that natural change which occurs in body. I have seen loads of camps near dispensaries, electricity offices and water bill offices which distract elders while walking which can lead to an injury. Please stop allowing these add campaigns near places where elder people mostly travel.

Also Elimination of Cycle Rickshaw is requested as it is not feasible for any elder to take a car and every place sometimes they do take Rickshaws and I have noticed that it is difficult for elders to climb cycle rickshaw would request you to let more battery rickshaw with low floor where it is easy for elders to step up and sit should be introduced more along with meters so that cheating of money should not be another issue

If my letter sound’s like a Hitler is talking to you then I apologize and request you to look into these 6 major categories Sir to make India a better place to live in where we respect all religions and treat every category as in General SC ST or OBC as one Sir .

To bring the change we have to be the change we want to see

Kind Regards
Shetall

Smiles

“I add a smile to everything I wear and that has always worked great for me.”

How true are the above said lines. After the success of my recent book “The Gang of Wonder kids” which is the combination of fiction and non fiction, I invited all the characters of my book to my birthday party for celebrating our success. We all were happy, shrieking and dancing.

No wonder, my house was in a big mess. Soon it was time for some food to serve. Since I am not into cooking I enjoy ordering food from outlets when guests come in. I ordered food for them too from McDonalds, after all kids enjoy eating junk food which they hardly get to eat at their home. But to my surprise one of them refused to eat food from outside. He simply asked for something which was made at home and was vegetarian since it was Thursday.

My God!!! My cheeks went red in fear as I had invited them during afternoon when everyone was out for work so that no one would get disturbed. Who should I ask to cook. What do I do now. I was terrified and tried hard to convince the kid (by the way he was Manas the foodie in the book) that I can order something vegetarian for him but he simply refused and said that he would like to leave while Wincing at me.

I had to think quickly but what do I do. I asked him to wait and enjoy with other kids while I searched my fridge frantically for something. Thankfully I saw half packet of Mc Cain Smiles lying in the freezer. I quickly took white bread. Kept some oil to heat on the gas. Meanwhile I spread little butter on the slices and added a cheese slice on it with piece of onion, capsicum and slices of cucumber. Meanwhile the oil was heated and the Mc Cain smiles were also now on natural temperature. I quickly took a piece of one Mc Cain Smiles and deep fried it.

I added that in-between the slices and kept the whole thing in toast maker while praying that the foodie boy liked this. With my fingers crossed I served it to him with ketchup wondering what his reaction would be.

All I was praying in my heart was om namah shivay isko ye pasand aajaye please God.(Please God, he likes it )

I decorated plate with sandwich divided into four pieces with ketchup in between and gave him to eat. He squinted at the plate and took a piece dipped in the ketchup and took his first bite. At that time I felt I was a contestant of Masterchef and he was Sanjeev Kapoor about to approve or disapprove my creation.

He ate it and smiled while his eyes went wide open and all he said with stuffed mouth was Yummy didi .

What a relief I had!!! At that time atlast little Sanjeev Kapoor had approved my dish for me. It was Shetall ji aap agle round me ja rahin hai ..( Shetall , you are eligible for our next round )

Looking at him , the other kids also wanted to taste so they tried taking little bits of it from him and soon everyone wanted that!!!

I was amazed at my own cooking skill. Never knew I could cook something so tasty within minutes.

Well, the packet was finished in a jiffy. They all enjoyed Mc Cain smile sandwich. More over I was happy for the boy who had refused to eat anything from outside. This difficult test led me to know a new Me. Now I had a new feather in my cap. I knew “I too can cook”. All the kids asked for more.
Next day their mommies were at my door asking for the recipe. No wonder I did share it with them but the wonder kids could not find that taste. They kept on coming back to my house every now and then asking didi, can you please make one smile sandwich for us please.

I thanked God for an instant inspiration on how to use Mc Cain smiles with vegetables and cheese lying at home at that time with bringing smile on everyone’s face.

This one instant is now in my sweet memories with a folder named unforgettable memories and will remain so even if I get married and have my own kids.

It is difficult to make little ones happy and once they are happy they keep coming back to you for the dose of happiness and smiles every time. Thanks to Mc Cain for creating Smiles which can give instant happiness to everyone.

http://www.mccainindia.com/

Together Forever

We were together. I forgot the rest. Walt Whitman

To me togetherness means switching off mobile phones and having time of my life with my family and friends.

For me, togetherness means recalling happy times spent with our loved ones. While writing about togetherness I get washed off into memories of how it felt to be together at one phase of my life. I recalled tiny Sheetal following her grandfather wherever he used to go. I recalled once when my grandfather was all set to travel to Allahabad to meet his sister and I asked him to take me along, he warned me that I would get bored as there were no kids there with whom I could play with but I just wanted to go with him and to go with him I would agree to everything he would say. I promised him that I will study there and would not trouble anyone and moreover I will take my toys and would not get weary for sure

He laughed and next day we both were in train , I was so happy watching out from the window of the train. This is something that I still can enjoy while traveling in trains. Alas! Those were the days …. Upon reaching Allahabad within hours I felt bored and asked my grandfather to take me back home. He took me to a big garden of his sister where I saw plenty of vegetables growing in the garden . No wonder that was something very different for tiny Sheetal. Four days continues we both spent our quality time in her big garden and my grandfather taught me magic of growing tomatoes, reddish, turnips and many more. I still remember tasting them instantly as he used to carry a little knife along with him in the garden. That taste of turnip reddish and tomatoes were so different. I had a good time with him and no wonder I learnt about fertilization and how to sow a seed . He taught me that When growing vegetables, keep in mind that many root vegetable seeds are sown in cool seasons, either early spring or later summer/early fall for a fall crop. To avoid buildup of pests and diseases in the garden, rotate your root vegetables by family and water them. L
Later I read about in my school book .

I remember another instance when I was so fond of this advertisement of Kissan Jam on T.V ( kissan jam chahe jese khaiye ) that I used to sing to him every day and every time. No wonder my grandfather bought Kissan Jam and Sauce for me . My eyes twinkled and we both used to have variety of deleicous breakfasts which would have jam and sauce included in my breakfast. I would refuse to eat a breakfast if it was not prepared by my grand father.

He used to heat up bread with little oil till it used to become crispy and then would spread Kissan Jam on that for me along with one glass of milk and the bestest breakfast was enjoying Kissan sauce with a tasty Omelet made by him.

Yes , those were the days we both enjoyed the true meaning of togetherness that of course made me learn loads of things while spending time with him and whenever I recall memories I recall that saccharine taste of Kissan Jam and no wonder now now how much I miss enjoying omelet with Kissan Sauce made by him.

People may come and go from your life but the bliss of enjoying togetherness at one phase of your life with them while leaving your gadgets aside will soon become a memory to cherish and fairytales for coming generation to listen……

I sat on the window seat of a train waiting for my station
Train stopped at every station making me meet new someone
Some told me stories of frustration
Some told me stories of love and infatuation
Guarded by time they got off on their station
Thanking them for the time they spent with me
Creating memories of togetherness indeed
I bid them good bye with smile holding melancholy of separation
Reminiscing stories they left with me as a treasure
I continued waiting for my station

http://www.kissanpur.com/

Animal Rights in India

The favorite, most wanted and welcomed genus among homo sapiens are Cats and Dogs

There are people who adopt or buy them as pet for their family but as a toy and not as a member. I don’t know is it just me who has witnessed these canines being torchered and abused by us humans or there are others who have sensed their plight. I feel sad that Animal Rights in India are not so strong.

Recently, I took my furry baby sultan to his doctor i.e. Dr. Rajeev Seth,( his clinic is in Anand Niketan and Punjabi Bagh but we prefer visiting his Anand Niketan clinic.) for his regular check up. The most generous man I have ever met. He had been treating Sultan’s elder brother Kooky since he was a kid till he took his last breath,

Sultan was gifted to me by Dr. Rajeev and Dr. Amish when kooky left.

Both of the Doctors understood our pain and I can never thank them enough for bringing Sultan in our lives.

So, I was telling about something which I saw at the clinic. I saw two young kids’ one boy and a girl holding a picture of golden retriever dog with their tiny coin collection bank, approached doctor by pointing the picture in the newspaper they were holding . The girl said Uncle, do you have this dog? We have money can you please give him to us. Mamma says that you have dogs.

Awww she said it so innocently that my heart filled with compassion for both cuties. I could make it out that they were resident of the same area itself. Without more ado I saw their mother rushing after them gasping her breath while looking at the doctor and saying that they have been collecting money for long for the pup. She had asked them to carry on for another month or two but don’t know why they made up their mind to come to you today only and I had to run after them to stop them.She smiled and told the doctor that the money the kids had in their piggy bank was not enough to buy a golden retriever dog.

Dr. Rajeev Seth smiled and asked her whether they actually wanted a pup

When she nodded in yes he very politely started explaining to kids the responsibility they were asking for…
Do you know that you have to take puppy out daily twice for walk?

Do you know you have to teach him many things to be a member of your house and he would be very tall in time ..

To which they looked up to their mother and the boy immediately replied Uncle we have kept one stray outside our house, we along with mamma give him milk everyday and also we have given him name . He follows us wherever we go and he also wags his tale when we come back from school but mamma does not allow us to play with him because we cannot bring him to you for injections he is big.

No wonder we all laughed and Dr. Rajeev did took the interview of the lady to check her seriousness in keeping a dog as a pet and explaining her that there is difference in keeping dogs outside and inside. She was smart no doubt and had done her homework before hand. She assured him that the pet would be treated as her third baby, to which Dr. asked them to come next day to collect the pup. The lady was astounded and asked for the amount. Doctor smiled and said let me take the amount these kids have bought . I saw the happiness and gratitude on the faces of the kids and soon three of them left his clinic.

I asked doctor why so many questions and why that interview was required when she was ready to pay?

To which he said that they were talking about adopting a LIFE not just an ANIMAL and he never encourages any first timers to adopt / buy dogs and cats just like that.

On my way back home, I contemplated my thoughts on how people just gifted or sell someone a canine just because they looked cute or just to maintain good relations with the other party without keeping in mind whether they have any prior experience of keeping or feeding pets, what kind of personality they had. Are they animal lovers? Do neighbors give good feedback of them as far as treating stray animals? Will they be able to treat them as their baby or just a pet who they would put a leash on and make them sit at one place?

I sometimes wonder those who keep their dogs or cats in leash every time do they ever think what if someone makes them sit at one place how would they feel? The way they dump them at unknown places just because poor dog/cat has become old or one or the other member detest them would they ever do this to their own kids?

I don’t know but for past few months I have come across many cases like these and I feel so sad for these furry babies who cannot speak their feelings out.

I wonder whether humans have conscious. Do they understand when they will get old their kids too can throw them out of the house just because they are of no use?

I cannot interfere in anyone’s Karma for sure but yes till I am alive I take the pledge to help every animal I see in pain and I do wish that Animal Rights become strong in our country soon so that animal abuse stops or become less.

I personally wish to open an Old age Animal home one day so that those furry friends who are in a habit of staying in A C’s and don’t know how to cope up with the heat outside, who have been pampered with good food and all of sudden they have to fetch food in garbage just because their masters cannot handle their old age should stay at a place where at least their materialistic needs could be fulfilled.

P.S I have personally witnessed 6 cases of dogs where pets have been abandoned on roads and one case of white cat recently where she was left on road because someone told the owner that cats bring bad luck. I am still wondering why in the first place this human bought such a costly cat No wonder the cat was adopted instantly because she was very young but people sometimes are scared to take risk in adopting old dogs as they are not aware of their history.. and those abandon dogs refuse to be adopted as their level of trusting human is dead …Sigh!!!!

My sincere request to all those who are reading this article please , please , please if you just feel that you should have a pet and if this is your first time then adopt a stray. Take responsibility of feeding him/ her three times a day and vaccinate them but don’t take their freedom off.

That way you will learn what responsibility and compassion is all about.

Also, I request you with folded hands that “DO NOT “GIFT or SELL pups to someone who is good to you in a half an hour meeting. I like what Dr. Rajiv Seth said to me and would pass on the same message to you.

“You are talking about a LIFE not just an ANIMAL. They are huge responsibility.

Understand this and feed strays in your locality if you are an animal lover. Trust me they are the best guards.

Hope you all have a pleasant day ahead. See you again

Love
Shetall

Happy Birthday Ruchi….

I recall days when people used to meet me with a smile and I used to quickly take them in stride of my friend circle.

Every time I used to meet someone, I would introduce them as my “Best Friend “to people… no wonder my level of trusting people was quiet instant and every time I had to face the harsh reality of betrayal. I recently again did this mistake of trusting someone which costs me my job but at the end of the day I feel that if every person on this earth makes friend for selfish reasons, the world will not be a better place to live in…

I have very few friends who along with me work hard on keeping our friendship alive. I thank all of you for your love towards me …

Some chose to leave me in between as they got married and they preferred to be around those who fitted into that category of being happily married… sigh!! And trust me they were quite direct about it ….

Relations are easy to form and difficult to keep up with. A hard lesson learnt. Nevertheless among so many of them Ruchi has still held the forte of being my bestest Friend.

Ruchi has her charisma of staying true, she does not believe in breaking anyone’s heart. A god sent angel in my life when I lost my trust in the world of friendship.

We have been there for each other whenever required. I guess on my part I will be loyal to her friendship forever.

I still remember roaming around connaught place market after office with you. Saturday afternoon lunch at Sona Roopa or evening snack time at Madras café..

Whenever I cross roads and see bankers bus moving now , I recall your hand reaching out for me at my stop asking me to hop on the bus and if only one seat was available you were kind enough to offer it to me ..

I beckon our New Year celebrations at Janpath and cuddling each other on every occasion as if we were the happiest of all.

Being life of the party while wearing dresses with the resolution of color codes… we used to be first on dance floor… Happiness does not lasts forever but happy times do .. You moved on but you never forgot me . Time by time we stood for each other and will always do.

Today I would like to thank Ruchi for her friendship and love. May be because of people like you the word Friendship has all the importance in my life. Happy Birthday Dearie …