Being with my first love again...

What an afternoon it was!!three hours with the first love of my life whom I have known since I was a little girl. My first love has always been with me, it  has never disappointed or ignored me, embraced me whenever I went to its arms. My love is hard bound and in many versions, its none other than  books and my afternoon was amazing at the Delhi book fair. Being there and having to see so many pieces of excellence was a great retreat. Not just that I also got to try my photography skills too.
My first encounter with books goes back to when I was four or five years. It started with magic colouring books which had paintings and when applied paint with water, they would become colourful.Then later happened Panchtantra, followed by Enid Blyton and Nancy Drew. The mystery novels always kept me petrified. But I learnt about life, love , friendships from Chicken Soups. They were a good refuge from all my teenage turmoil and also a big thanks to the only book shop in my town the English Book Depot where i made  numerous visits while returning from school.
As I grew, I wanted to know more on life and spirituality which was in abundant in Paulo Coelho from whose books I learnt signs and omens and Brian Weiss's Many lives, Many masters too.
They are my best companions till date and always will be. Thanks

Last two days...

Yesterday was a pretty exciting day, if described in literary terms.  It comprised of Work, more Work, conversations with uncle, dinner at Bercos, conversations again.
A pretty ok day but there was something sad about yesterday which I am trying to figure out. Work was fun, Dinner was good, may be the conversations were diluted with melancholy.
My conversations with uncle consisted of mostly family talks and the my desperation to be with them again.Its been more than a month since I saw them. The last time I met them was only for half a day. Delhi is great, it is but there's a vacuum in me, I miss something.Sometimes food and more importantly care. Nobody here bothers to stand and question my well being even if they do its just "oh hi hw ru,, u ok na." which is as good as not asking me. There are a thousand other things which I dislike about the city and its hostility but there's just one thing which keeps me here- My work, which I didn't get easily at all. But even then I am happy and grateful to the almighty for a wonderful family and friends. May be I am thanking them today because I am far from them. Thank you!!!!!!!!!!

An unforgiving life..

Today i met a family which lost a young bride to HIV. She was 23, and had committed suicide probably because she was HIV positive and depressed. Her in laws had to signs of sorrow on their face instead they were glad that they got rid of her, their son could now remarry and have kids.
Strange are the ways of life. It seemed the family had segregated her and her husband stayed away from her. Thats what that girl got after 3 years of marriage. Isn't love about humanity and feelings and not just physical intimacy? It is understandable that her husband had to avoid intercourse with her but he could still love her. little gestures could make a woman feel wanted and cared. How difficult it is to live with a man without his care , love and attention?
I am forced to think about the frustation of a bride whose husband runs away from her sight and avoids to be in the same room with her. Don't they know HIV doesn't spread by sitting and eating with some people.
Other than this story today I learnt some of life's little tricks , one of them was to sought out the petty differences which can bother us and spoil relationships.

Daddy's Day

Today is my daddy's birthday. Daddy, my late grandfather who left me in 2004, its roughly been 8 years without him. Life's has been one big struggle since then. Daddy was wheatish,tall, had a broad nose and a smile on his face always. In winters he could be spotted sporting a tie and a three piece blazer, agile and amicable. He was 60.He was born after Shivratri hence named Bhola Nath. This is the first time I am uttering his name since eight years. Its not that I haven't remembered him.Whenever I am sad, his memories pamper me. these memories go back to my childhood which were full of scooter rides, ice creams, school trips, doctor visits with Daddy. you could easily call me his PA. I used to do his paper work of the court dates, put his eye drops at night, stand on his feet to ease out his pain. In return he gave me some rupees and a few shellings everynight. Life's was so fullfilling. After he left, i suddenly felt orphaned and jobless too. Now it was only a juggle between school and tutions. I missed a bit of him everyday. In all these years without him my family and me have grown and learnt. but none of us miss him now probably our wounds have healed, we have learnt to live without him. But on his birthday i would thank him and almighty for blessing us with a person as beautiful as him. Thanks, RIP daddy...

Daddy's day

Not just another day..

It was not just another day in the reporting team of the Indian Express, the mornings were usual with usual stuff. When I reached the Express at around 12, a news awaited me, my editor told me that I had to visit JNU for a story. The 3 letter word rang an alarm in my mind and took me back to March 2011.
It was onset of spring, the trees in the JNU campus were blossoming.There was hustle bustle for new admissions and a tension of final exams for the old ones.My first visit to the varsity was to collect admission forms for masters course.It was March 14, 2011 that day. It was ' his' birthday. Lets call him 'S'. It was 'S's first birthday with me. As I lined up in the queue for the forms I glanced tenth time on my phone. Each time expecting a call from him. Expecting that he would say please come back early, we'll celebrate my birthday together.
It was 2pm and I had finished my work, it was time to head back home. I sat in the car and again checked my phone. Wait there was a message! it said, "wat will u get for me?" It meant S had asked me to come early. atleast I thought so. and this thought made me feel happy and wanted.
Sitting in the bus and looking outside the trees running behind me, I kept on thinking of the birthday celebrations. I finally reached and my dreams came to an end. The call never came and his birthday was never celebrated with my presence.This year his birthday celebration will be different. there will be no one waiting for his call, no one he can ask gifts from, As for me I'll continue to report in JNU till the elections there.