Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Story of Armaan...

Friends and readers, the post below is a very long one...the story is not a fiction, it is a true story but in my words...hope you all enjoy reading it...
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I opened my eyes, it was all very blurry around me...my whole body was aching...I tried to sleep again, but the pain was becoming unbearable...I tried to recollect where I was and what was wrong with me, but my brain was too tired to respond to the storm of questions coming into my mind...I again tried to sleep on my side, but couldn't move an inch...I was too weak to call out on somebody...I slowly opened my eyes, and saw somebody sitting on a chair in the far corner...I tried to recognise that person, but couldn't...God, please stop this pain, I thought...suddenly ma called, beta, are you awake? how are you feeling now? I tried to say that I am in a terrible pain, I want to know what is happening to me, why I am not able to move, but I couldn't open my mouth...I saw my mother going away from me, but I could not stop her...

she returned moments later with couple of more people...one of them opened my eyes and asked me how I was feeling...I managed to say two words "in pain"...He said that I would be alright in a few days time...the pain is very much at the moment as I had just come out of anesthesia...He advised another person to give me a pain-killer injection so that I would feel better...The instructions were followed immediately...i got the pain-killer, but still the pain was becoming way too unbearable for me...I only know how I passed those terrible seven days in hospital...I finally got discharged on the 8th day, entered home, on a wheel-chair...

I had a very comfortable life earlier...I was never very much interested in the academics, but never flunked either...I was a football player and had represented my school at the district level along with the other players...I was the caption of that team, always very popular, naughty, out-spoken and well lazy....regular football practice had given me a very lean look...I was not skinny, but i was not even muscular...After completing my school, I got an admission in a college - in sports quota which goes without saying...and there started the fun college life...

My family was a regular Mumbai ki middle-class family...I stayed in a 1 BHK flat in suburban, and my college was at Dadar, in the south mumbai...so like millions of regular mumbaites, I too started communicating by the local train - the lifeline of Mumbai...I used to get student's concession on my monthly pass, so my mother insisted me on buying a first class pass in stead of the general one...though it doesn't really matter as both the compartments are equally crowded, but the only difference was that in general compartment I had to bear the smell of sweaty armpit, stamping on my feet, pushing one-another even without any reason, no place to even stand without getting some stain or wrinkles on your clothes etc...so in short, I was at least saved from those things...

The days passed by, my academics never improved, and football always in full force, I entered my last year and didn't realise...after four years of rigorous practice, finally my college football team got its first big victory and was to represent the college in Pune for all Maharashtra football championship...I was too excited about the whole thing...the competition was in the month of August and we were already in July...we all were practicing very hard...from morning 7 to evening 5, we practiced, practiced and practiced...there was no looking back...our professors also rarely nagged these days and exempted all the members of the team who were in the last year from submitting the assignments...

One such evening, after a very tiring practice, I was returning home in the train...as usual, it was the peak-hour...the train was jam packed, but I had managed to find a decent place to stand at the end of the compartment...the moment my train reached Jogeshwari station, I don't know what happened and the next day I found myself in the hospital, in the unbearable pain......That evening, I had become one of the victims of the serial bomb-blasts in the local train...I don't remember a single detail of that blast ...I didn't hear any noise, nor i saw any lights...it was all blank for me when I sit and recollect that day... I don't remember how I lost my one leg and how the other one got paralysed, but I was now handicapped, my dream of playing football for my college shattered forever...

I started staying aloof, not talking to anybody, snapping at everyone whoever tried to speak with me...Nobody understood what I was going through at that moment...all everyone said was, "beta sab thik ho jayega" (everything will be ok)...what ok, I will never ever be able to walk on my own, run or play anymore football...I had never felt so helpless in life...I stopped meeting people, started avoiding my friends...I didn't even talk to my family people properly...I started hating everything around me...I started staying home all the time as I didn't want anybody to take the pain of pushing me around everywhere...my ma tried her level best to keep me happy, but I was adamant to b angry and snappy at everything...days and months passed by, and I started hating my life more and more...I even started feeling suicidal and started going into depression...my mother couldn't see me dying like this everyday...One day, my cousin came home to see me...she was my favourite cousin...she spoke to me like she did before, no sorry or sympathy at all for my condition...first time in days, I smiled...I felt like talking to somebody...I told her how I was feeling...we decided to go out...she took me to the nearest park, me rolling the wheels of my chair though she said I was being stupid, but it was a matter of my ego...there were so many people, walking, jogging, kids playing, running around...I again felt very depressing and helpless...my cousin noticed the look on my face and decided to take me around the park...we passed by so many people, all on their feet, and giving me sympathised look...I wanted to go home, but she told me to face this situation and not run away from it as this is going to happen all my life...in the far corner, i spotted one lady making paintings...but her method of making the painting was different...she was using her mouth to make those beautiful painting...she was way too good at it...nobody could make out that the whole creation of her painting was done by not her hands but her mouth...we went closer to her, and then I saw - she didn't have hr hands...like me, she was also a handicapped...but she didn't let it kill her, but she made it her strength and continued to live her life happily...she spotted me and gave me a smile...her smile conveyed it all I needed to know...

I had learnt a very important lesson of my life - Accept your life unconditionally. Be happy with what you have got and make most of it. Running away from the situation will not help you in any of the ways. Face it and fight it to make your own space in the world...

And Armaan was born again!!!

Monday, July 27, 2009

My Hostel Days!!!

Finally my dream came true...I entered the city of Dreams - Mumbai...people say that this city is very addictive...well I will test that out myself, I thought...We always look upto our siblings...so for me my brother was the ideal person...whatever he did was always right (though I never admitted that, you all know how it works with the brothers and sisters if u have one, the ego clashes n all that)...he is 6 years elder to me...he had moved to Mumbai for further studies...so I also started dreaming about it...and finally I got admission in one of the best colleges of Mumbai - Sydenham College...the college was to start in the month of July, but my coaching classes started early, so I shifted in this city in June 1998...

I was too excited and anxious about the whole new experience...I even lost the count of number of sleepless nights I had passed back home before starting a whole new independent life completely on my own in this big city...Dad accompanied me to my hostel...he was very nervous as for the 1st time in sixteen years, he was going to be staying away from me and leaving me in a completely alien city...even I was feeling very sad about leaving my home, my parents and my school friends behind...but I was equally excited about the hostel life as well...

I went and met Mr. Bhatia, one of the trustees of the hostel...he gave me the keys to my room ...I was informed that i shall be sharing my room with another girl, who would come in July...Dad was not allowed to enter the hostel, so he left from the office only with a nervous look on his face...I took my baggage all the way to the second floor myself (doing something on my own for the first time)...I was allotted Room Number 7...a nice cosy room, not too big (rather, way too smaller than the one I had back home - Neha, welcome to Mumbai.), but big enough for me to stay...alone...There were two study tables, two small size beds, half cupboard, and a window with a beautiful view..I will discuss this beautiful view in detail later in this post...

Initially two girls, Seeta and Hema took care of me when I didn't know anything about Mumbai.. there were 30 girls staying in the hostel, and they all started coming in slowly and gradually...one of them was my room-mate - Mansi Shah...I don't know what happened, but we never got along well from beginning...now there started a problem...the room-mate who is going to stay with you for a minimum one year, and you ain't comfortable with her, that's something...then entered Swati Desai or Sweety and we became bestest of friends in no time...sweety was allotted the room next to mine, but she stayed in my room the whole day...and Mansi used to hang out with her group from her home town...and slowly Mansi started staying in our room more often with Ruchi...and somehow we realised that we could also become friends...then the four of us became inseparable...

Then there were other girls like Yesha, Namrata, Chetna, Khyati, Kinjal, Forum, Hetal, Purvi, Alice with whom we all got along well and others as well...ahem, let me not name them but my hostel friends will understand whom I am talking about ;-)...We had awesome time...Our matron, we used to call her auntie (does anybody remember her name? not that it's required, but I am just a bit curious..) tried to give us a bit of hard time, but never succeeded...we all used to make maggie at 3 am, tried to scare our auntie once by knocking her door in the middle of the night with a white sheet covering us, she opened the door, with her all white hair left open, red puffy eyes and missing denture, we got s#!t scared of her and ran away from there...

And again, a gang of girls around and no gossip???tut tut, that is not possible...we all used to think that our auntie had a soft corner for our Maharaj (the cook - Jasraj Maharaj) I yet don't know the truth behind this rumour or who started spreading this first..then there were discussions about our boy-friends, or rather hiding them from others and declaring that we are single..again I don't know why we did that, but that's how it was..then there were beautification activities (right yeshu?), washing our clothes (oh yeah, we all did it - once in a week), exchanging clothes all the time, calling from a GPO PCO, which worked one one simple trick so that you just insert a coin of 1 Re., and talk for hours. Additionally, just dial zero before disconnecting the call, and you are ready for another call - without inserting another coin...there used to be a long queue for making a call na..

Now comes the beautiful view - Sachin...the only little bit good looking guy around staying in the opposite building...the moment we used to get free time, or rather, the moment he used to be home, we were on our windows staring at him and embarrassing him to the core...but somewhere down the line, he enjoyed the attention, that's why without fail he used to be standing near the window all the time...so silly we all were...

then there were times when we all missed our families dearly...but we all had the support of one-another...we were also one big family...we cracked up anytime, laughing at the silliest joke, playing pranks, studying a night before the exams still managing to pass (thank you god for being there), and my last day in hostel...:-(

I still miss all those days...I have not mentioned even 1% of the fun we have had there, if I mention the whole thing, then nobody will be able to read it as it is going to be too long...but one thing I want to say, I love you guys, you all have supported me when I needed it the most...You didn't make me feel alone when I didn't have my family around...So this post is dedicated to all you KKites whether past or present, whether I know you, or I don't...We all KKites Rock!!! :-)



Thursday, July 23, 2009

Creativity Test Tag!!!

I found this interesting note on a community site and thought to give u all this exercise...

Rules: It's harder than it looks! Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real .... nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question. Then you need to tag 4 people..

So here goes my answers..

1. What is your name: Neha
2. A four Letter Word: Nerd :)
3. A boy's Name: Nishant
4. A girl's Name: Nisha
5. An occupation: Numerology
6. A colour: Navy blue
7. Something you wear: necklace
8. A food: nuggets
9. Something found in the bathroom: Nal (hindi term for a tap...)
10. A place: Norway
11. A reason for being late: Never getting up early
12. Something you shout: non-sense
13. A movie title: notting hill
14. Something you drink: neembu pani (lime juice)
15. A musical group: Nirvana
16. An animal: Naag (snake)
17. A street name: Nana chawk (located in south mumbai)
18. A type of car: Nissan
19. Something scary: Nasha
20. Ice cream flavour: Natural's special (natural is the ice cream parlour's name...they have their own flavour which they have named this)

I tag Chandana, Nazish (its gonna be more difficult for u..), Zillionbig and Meghna..waiting for ur answers guys..

Friday, July 17, 2009

Tweenhood Tag..

I have been tagged by Nazish...so here goes my take 12 on things I would like to achieve in my twenties…

1. I would like to write a book...at this moment, i am exploring few subjects...will zero on one soon...

2. I want to be the world ambassador for all kinda sports so that i can view whatever sports I want to and be a part of it (this one beats ur answer nazish...u keep bringing the revolution and i will enjoy the change..lolzzzzz)...

3. To remove the reservation quota from everywhere (sorry for hurting the feelings of those who favour it)...but it decreases the number of seats everywhere for the deserving people...so let's not only believe, but apply the principle of equality...

4. Be a part of last harry potter movie...


5. To be a part of our politics as an honest leader...

6. own the largest book and movie library....

7. ok, a realistic take, which i sure will achieve before going into my 30s - to make my law firm very well established as a first step to reach on the top..:) and start an LPO..

8. A fun holiday to Australia and an adventurous one at NZ...

9. spend one whole month at mum's...i really miss her n dad n bro...n post marriage the longest period i have stayed there was for a week...



10. go back to college and have a grand reunion party which lasts for few days...i miss my sydenham days:(

11. own a property in goa...love tht place...

12. end of terrorism and corruption - everywhere...and yes World Peace (beauty pageant ishtyle!!!)

I would like to tag all those who come across this post...as i dunno anybody who is to reach 20s now...

PS: I don't ve much time left to achieve all these things.. (3.5 years left to be more precise)...but, will surely try and achieve all the sensible things mentioned above...:)

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Life is Beautiful...


Teenage Love – The most beautiful and charismatic experience...immaturity is a part of this package deal...very few teenage love stories are successful...in most of the cases, it ends up in a break up as soon as we go to a next level of our life...well, I am not writing this post to discuss the reasons behind this...my idea of this post is to pass on a learning to others – the mantra of happiness...this is a story of a very good friend of mine, but in my words...the story is very short and simple...here it goes...

I was very upset...I had just had a break up with my guy...we had a huge spat for one and a half hours...most of the time during this spat, I was crying, begging him not to end the relationship or leave me...but he was adamant on having a break up right away...as a kid, I was always told by my parents that you should never end a relationship due to petty reasons as it is too precious to be lost...and I was witnessing it today...the person I love was leaving me...I kept asking him the reason for his such an extreme step...his reply was – Ria, we are two different people and I can’t see any future with you. I was shattered and didn’t know what to do...I have been noticing for few days that he was staying aloof and avoiding me quite a few times...but just to avoid this particular situation, I kept ignoring his behavior...the reason was very selfish...till now I was enjoying all the attention I was getting...the feeling of being loved in a different way, going out on dates, talking on phones for hours, that tickling sensation in stomach just by the mention of his name, receiving and giving gifts, surprises etc. etc...

suddenly I saw everything changing...as if my beautiful world was coming to an end...I didn’t want all those things to end ever...for that I was even ignoring the differences between us...but finally, the truth was here...and after I saw that I had lost it all, my helplessness took form of anger and I just walked out of that room...

With a lot of anger visible on my face, bloodshot and puffy eyes and few rude remarks to couple of concerned friends, I rushed to Marine Drive...I went there and sat and again started crying; not bothering about people staring at me, I just kept crying and cursing everything and everyone...I cursed myself, him, the day I met him, the time we spent together, our common friends, every damn thing...after few minutes which I felt like eternity, I found a hand on my shoulder...the grip was so gentle that I couldn’t bring myself to push it away...it was a kind of comfort I was longing for at that moment...slowly I turned around...a guy was standing with curious expressions and concern for me in his eyes...he sat next to me and asked me what was wrong...I had so much stored within me that I just burst out and told him everything...he wasn’t a complete stranger...he was my batch mate, but not associated with my group or any of the common friends circle with my ex I should call him now...

I spoke and cried and cursed for quite some time...how could that guy leave me just like that...how could he just take the decision alone and break all the ties...what did I do to deserve such a treatment from anybody...and then I suddenly realized that I was talking to him for the first time and felt very embarrassed...he realized that and comforted me saying that whatever I was doing was very natural and can happen to anyone...we sat there quietly for some time, then he started talking... He told me that whatever happened to me, I didn’t deserve any of it...but just because I didn’t deserve it, it doesn’t mean I can bind someone in a relationship one doesn’t want...he suddenly asked me to check the time...I said it was 7:10 pm...then he asked me what time I came here? I said it was around an hour back, round about 6 o’clock or so...so he told me one very important thing, something that changed my life...he said that all this while I was crying and upset, I failed to notice one thing – the beauty of marine drive at the time of sunset...

This happens with most of us...we are always too busy crying about other things that we fail to notice the positivity around us which can help us to overcome our problems...the whole world is beautiful...our life is part of this world...so by changing our own point of view about things, we can solve all our problems...

Saturday, July 04, 2009

A little bit of few things...

India won the 3rd ODI...yay yay!!! Well I couldn't help starting my new post today without mentioning bout my ecstatic feeling...Believe it or not, but it goes with me like this - If I watch a match which India is playing, India loses!!! oh yes, it happens all the times...whatsoever matches of India I have seen, I have been always disappointed...I didn't see the 1st ODI, so decided to see the 2nd one...both the results are in fornt of you...I know, i am being too superstitious, but it's better to be one than watching India lose right?

My husband is a big West Indies fan...so when I switched on the tv in the morning to know the result, I had this big smile on my face and I ask him - so are you happy cos India have won or you are sad cos windies lost? and he didnt reply...and I got another opportunity to tease him..:) I am happy about one thing - at least now we cannot lose the series...I would love India to win it, but a draw won't be as bad as losing it all rite?

another interesting match was men's single wimbledon semi-final between Andy Roddick and Andy Murray...I was supporting Roddick but the crowd was going ballistic everytime Murray scored a point...great support for a local fellow in a sophisticated game like tennis was a treat to watch...

Too much on sports already na...ok, another big event happened On 30th June in Mumbai - the inaugration of the Bandra Worli Sea Link...not too hyped, but it was grand...the purpose of this sea link was to rduce the traffic...but it took more than an hour to pass that 7 and a half minutes route...monsoon is not helping things either...the roads are horrible and i am stuck at home as it is raining continuously since morning...but on a brighter side, after a gap of more than a week, I finally got to update my blog...



PS: Hope India wins tomorrow...... :-)


The Honest Scrap Award :-)


My blog has been awarded with Honest Scrap Award by my fellow blogger Nazish Rahman...Thanks Nazish for the tag and the honour...Really appreciate it...:)

I would like to pass this tag to my friend Shrikant...rest all have already been tagged...