Story goes back to 1993 communal riots of Mumbai, in which over 1,000 people were killed.There was smell of blood, burning souls and empty roads.
Five year old Arnav would have never imagined anything worst then this.He has been hiding for 6 hours behind the remain of a popular tea stall.He didn't had anything in the last 6 hours.
(Arnav's Happy moments 6 hours ago)
Arnav was happy to be visit his grandma.He could smell the puris his grandma prepared for him.After a long chat with grandma about his friend in school , teachers.Arnav slept with a greta smile on his face.His cheeks turned red as he smiled in his sleep.Unaware of the fact that his life is going to change ........
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I am what I am
Yesterday while I was busy googlying I came across this
The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.”
When I look back at half of my life,this sounds so true.Things bound to happens in everyones life but its your reaction to deal with it or go crazy.
The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.”
When I look back at half of my life,this sounds so true.Things bound to happens in everyones life but its your reaction to deal with it or go crazy.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
I Vote :D
Seeing my name in the voter's list was an excitement which was like India winning the world cup.I was happy and upset as they ( Admin guys for election ) messed my name :( , DOB,address almost everything expect my Dad's name.I planned my visit completely .
V Day came 16th April 2009
I got up 6:30 am with help of an alarm of course ;D.Asked my bro to drop me at the polling station around 7:30 am.There was one of this sweet n helping constable who asked" Aapne Sl no likhaya kya ? I was stumped as I thought realize the Great Voting Confusion has started.
I was directed to a small table outside the station for getting myself a SL no.The table was looking like an subzi market as everyone was confused and shouting .I asked one of the lady sitting for this process.
I want to have a SL no,She looks at me with a surprise as if I am an alien who came on earth to vote(I was the only north Indian ).She promptly helps me with the SL no.
I met my helping constable again.He says " Madam did you get it?. I smile and nod.He then direct me to go inside.The moment I get in I feel nostalgic.It was a similar feeling I had whenever i used to join a new school.U know you feel alienated and alone.
I ask a person where do I go for voting as there were 5 polling booth inside.He says Madam take the last booth.On my turn I go in.They put a long ink mark on my Index finger which looked pretty ugly .The lady must be a very spiritual as she marked ink symbol in shape of a Tikka :D .They hand over one white & Pink slip and the lady advice me to use the Ballot.
I search for the person on whom I did some research online .Press the button "Yupeee here goes my First vote in last 10 years :D.
Finally I voted
V Day came 16th April 2009
I got up 6:30 am with help of an alarm of course ;D.Asked my bro to drop me at the polling station around 7:30 am.There was one of this sweet n helping constable who asked" Aapne Sl no likhaya kya ? I was stumped as I thought realize the Great Voting Confusion has started.
I was directed to a small table outside the station for getting myself a SL no.The table was looking like an subzi market as everyone was confused and shouting .I asked one of the lady sitting for this process.
I want to have a SL no,She looks at me with a surprise as if I am an alien who came on earth to vote(I was the only north Indian ).She promptly helps me with the SL no.
I met my helping constable again.He says " Madam did you get it?. I smile and nod.He then direct me to go inside.The moment I get in I feel nostalgic.It was a similar feeling I had whenever i used to join a new school.U know you feel alienated and alone.
I ask a person where do I go for voting as there were 5 polling booth inside.He says Madam take the last booth.On my turn I go in.They put a long ink mark on my Index finger which looked pretty ugly .The lady must be a very spiritual as she marked ink symbol in shape of a Tikka :D .They hand over one white & Pink slip and the lady advice me to use the Ballot.
I search for the person on whom I did some research online .Press the button "Yupeee here goes my First vote in last 10 years :D.
Finally I voted
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