I’ve just released the teaser/promo for MAARO- Kill the Thought on you-tube.
I’ve just released the teaser/promo for MAARO- Kill the Thought on you-tube.
Spent some time with one of my relatives family in Kuchipudi (near Vijayawada), during last weekend. The unforgettable moments are when I knew about the whiz kid, Pooja (the girl wearing green blouse, in the pic) and her mother.
Pooja is born with a disability that affects movement and body position. Her hands and legs are semi-paralyzed. Don’t know if it is called cerebral palsy or some thing. However, got to know that the movements, body positions, and related problems can be improved or made worse depending on how we treat the child and how damaged her brain happens to be.
Hmm. She is 16 years right now. Studying 10th standard. Chatted with her for some time. She is quite talented and amazing. She is trying her hand in learning Hindi too.
But, what i discovered is – about her parents, especially her mother being so courageous, balanced and never expects any sympathy from anybody.
All i can say that is – Pooja’s parents’ greatest gift to her is their love — “It was so hard for them but right from the start they are doing their best to make Pooja independent.”
“Kyaah Saab! Kabhi dikhaayi nahin detah aaj kal?”
“Arey kyaah bolun Karim bhai. Mera bacha ka school change kar diya. Isiliyeh mera office jaane ka direction bhi change ho gaya…”
“Phir bhi…Kabhi aate jaate karna saab…”
“Haan bhai..haan. Aap ki aur aap ki chai ke yaad aagayi..isseliye..aaj aap ko dekhne ka mann lagaa..”
We change our directions in life now and then. But some people and some places are not so easy to forget… What do you say?
And, its nearly one day ago, I got back from the dentist clinic…but…with one tooth less. Finally, my thinking like why I’ve been in having pains when chewing with this tooth and lately simply frequent extreme pain on it and around its area, are come an end.
You see, this particular molar had been torturing me for the past couple of months. I initially noticed it in the last summer, whenever I used to drink cold and chilled water due to summer heat. So i dismissed drinking cold water there after. The pains started getting more frequent and later on affecting other kinds of food as well. Consulted dentist and it was due to a decayed tooth.
Finally i was on the dentist bed, yesterday, for tooth extraction. My dentist arrived and gave me a local dental anesthesia to block the reception of pain in one region of the mouth at a time. Believe me, when he injected it using the dental syringe, the pain was ridiculously hell.
“Take a break for 5 minutes and let me know if the anesthetic senasation has reached…”, said the dentist while dialing his mobile phone.
Was getting an awkward sense inside my mouth due to that local anesthesia, minute by minute.. My dentist reached me and asked, ” How are you feeling? Shall i start extraction? But let me confirm the anesthesia is working or not…” and then he started banging on my teeth by grabbing his utensils. I just sounded ” aaww….” with pain.
” Cool..cool.. Seems like you need to wait for a few more minutes” and he was gone.
A few minutes later, he came in and injected at the same place using the dental syringe and said, ” are feeling any pain now?”
“Miracle! No sense of pain now…doctor..”
“Good…Let me start then..”
A couple of minutes later.. I was able to see the bad tooth lying in front of me, in a tray, looking all ashamed for its act..
Summary: We need to face or invite pains for short time in order to cure/solve pains or problems…
Would like to share a news that – a very good news story about MAARO – Kill the Thought got published in our popular daily newspaper, The Hindu…today..on 16th October..
Thanks a lot for contributors for their valuable time and money….. I believe i can finish this mission successful….
Wish me good luck!!
Why do people visit temples?
I don’t know but I visit .. to view the architecture of the temple, to know about the stories belong to the various Gods/ Goddesses (some stories might be interesting), want to be secluded from the routine work/program to have peace, want to observe/watch various bhaktas and archakas, to see the puja style and want to listen to the vibrations of the chanting of mantras by archakas..
In addition to that I pray God for my family and for the persons who helped me in my life..
A slightly busy road. A person talking over mobile phone.
“ Gatlanae…nen choosta kada…fikar avvaddu…”
“nee paisalu yaadiki bovu….”
“gammuna vundu… aa… gatlane..”
Another person watching him talking over phone and glancing at his wrist watch now and then incessantly…
“..Aare…nae chebtunna kada… Damaag kharrab gaaleduga?….”
“ Daawat eppudisthav?…”
The other person keeps on glancing at his watch and watching the person talking over phone.
Finally, the person talking over phone finished the conversation, kept the mobile in the pocket and was trying to kick his bike….
Then the other person reached him and urged him…”Hey…my mobile phone…give it to me..”
The bike person, “ Dammag karaabayyinda… naa mobile phone adugutunnav… Chal be chal..” and quickly started the bike and disappeared..
The other person was screaming and yelling…”my mobile….my mobile….” But no use. That bike person was out of his reach. This other person was telling to the crowd, “he asked…and wanted to make an urgent call..so..i gave him my mobile…But see what happened…he ….he…. I bought my phone recently….10000 …”
Helping the people in need might be dangerous. The other way around can also happen. So…just be careful….
“…So you sent out your grand ma in a grand manner..How old she?”
“Um. Some 85 to 90 years..”
“Hey man..long way she has gone through..forget it…i’m sorry for your loss too.. Dont mind me saying, its good that she is gone…and…”
It was a small but informal conversation between me and my team mate when he came back to office after his grandma’s funeral.
It brought back my memories with my grand mother. I dont know if I was affectionate with my grandma but I can surely say that she was very affectionate with me. She was a farmer’s wife and herself a farmer managing both home affairs as well as helping my grand father at the farms. We used to go over there to our village, Mandavalli in Krishna district every summer and had fun. She always paid special attention to me when compared to my three sisters. May be it could be because i’m the only grandson or they put my name derived from her husband’s name, Gangayya or I used to help her during harvesting seasons or male dominant society at that time or I dont know. Special attention occurred in so many ways like – she used to give only one egg to my sisters but two for me; Allowed me only to go and get mangoes from our farms; Used to come to the school during interval every day, when i was studying first standard in my village and to feed me with omlets; She used to go by walk for five kilometers to make my dresses stitched; and this list grows and this post will go beyond the limits if I keep on telling.
And you know, she never lost her temper with me. In fact, i was a very tough and spoilt brat during my childhood. 🙂
She did so many good things for me. But I did fail to fulfill her wish. Her wish was to see me married before she dies. So sorry for her.
I still remember her excitement when she took a ride with me on my first motor bike.
I still remember the taste of her mango avakaya pickle and Ariselu
I still remember how she served me when I was affected with chicken-pox
I still remember the way she ran her fingers through my hair.
I still remember. I still remember.
I bit my tongue while eating. Got soap in my eye while washing my face. I could not get the desk out of the table in search of something. Got sprain in my ring finger while trying to move the sofa to somewhere else. Someone hurt my feelings. A representative in an organization barked at me, over telephone when I asked a question.
My day was really crappy until …..I saw the wonderful look of sheer glee on one little girl’s face as she was about to eat her ice cream.
I was wallowing in my own self-pity today and seeing the joy of life on that lil gal’s face made me realize once again… that the world does not revolve around me.
He’s just married. Just a couple of hours ago! Some officers from Border Security Force came to him and showed a letter about the commencement of war at the Border! Only a few hours left behind to start from home. He had only a night left to spend with his wife. Now he looked at his bride and thought to himself how it would be if those moments stopped forever!
Remember? Yeah, I was listening to the song,”Aae jaaten hue lamhon” from a Hindi movie Border. Beautiful song. Nice lines..
Well, ”Aae jaaten hue lamhon” is about a soldier asking the time to stop because he wants to spend a little more time with his newly wed wife.
But what about the feelings of a wife, more particularly what about the wait for her husband, after he’s gone to battle field?
Almost every kind of wait can be a disgusting thing. But here, what does this word ‘Wait’ convey? Is it anything like waiting for a job? Is this waiting like waiting at the airport to catch the next flight? No! We get vexed to wait for a long time in any worldly matter. But is this any worldly matter like meeting any celebrity or film personality? No! In this waiting there is yearning. There is pining. There is expectation – something like the waiting of the Beloved. She’s waiting and waiting, waiting and waiting, until he arrives. She doesn’t wait out of disgust.
How dreadful wait it is!! But she bears it all, and bows submissively to face the consequences.
And I believe this process of waiting is essentially Divine!! And I wish all these divine waits be successful at the end.
Pic courtesy: Sushma Sabnis, of Mumbai, my blogger friend. She has drawn it exclusively for myself!!