How corrupt is a cop

Came here infact after many years.
How can I stop writing on something that had been my window to a world I believed in , of feelings I felt for real. Of a world that I wished and happily which existed.

Well, this has been an old story.But still I am putting it up now cause the memory is still fresh.The pensive holds all and shows all.
It was during when,  I worked at Satyam .
After many days I had this urge to return to my hometown.
There me and my close friend Rahul after our regular meeting up planned to go on our regular roadside hotels.
It was late in the night when we started. Rahul's bike looked suitably suited for this long ride.
After travelling quite a few kilometers in the dead dark night highway we reached our destination- a dhaba(restaurant) hidden from the ambush of the city.
After parking the vehicle when we finally settled there we felt that the things were not the same as we regularly found here.True that we always had this truck drivers crowd here but today the crowd too was oriented.

Slowly, we gauged the situation.
Few minutes back  a major accident had occurred just next to the dhaba. But now teh casualties were dealt with, the vehicles removed and the place was left not with much action apart from the small circle of people sitting on the cot next to us.
The wintry night was quite chilly and the fire next to that cot gave me further reasons to move closer to the group.
With my hot tea cup I moved inside the place where something was happening.
There in the middle of the group I saw a policeman sitting facing others.I without him uttering a word exactly knew where the discussion would head.I knew it like life that the next thing would be his negotiation for bribe.
But what he spoke on that day completely changed what I thought about these uniformed souls.
There this cop was sitting and he said to one person in the front
" It was very human of you to look at the person in trouble and to take him to hospital.It is because of people like you that the world is a better place.Keep helping others".

He thanked him again and before I could come out of my disbelief the policeman left.

I dint have much to say but still I believe that because of cops like you we still have some belief in humanity.
Only because the way this cop reacted atleast the group on that night would not think twice before helping an injured person by the roadside and for this Sir, you have my deepest respect.

~Harsha

recipe to happiness

Recipe-

This word has brought me innumerable memories,of tempting meals,of satiating aromas,of garnished foods,of mouthwatering dishes,but in all these there is this particular recipe that has been most close to my heart.
One recipe that I believe I would take with me to my grave.
One recipe that has somewhere somehow helped me be the way I am.
It was the year 2007.
I was working with a not so famous very small NGO(Non Government Organisations).

Aashray-Home for the abandoned.

Every morning we went to railway stations to pick runaway children,some lost and some whose parents had abandoned them and many more of these kinds.
They all were kept in this small 2 bedroom place-Aashray,their home cum basic school.
I went there to teach them,keep them happy and entertain them so that they could feel like a family and have the zest to grow.

They had a very simple transparent process of making food.Every evening the NGO personnel collected whatever funds and money they got and all children some 30 to 40 and the 4-5 people gathered as if like in a serious meeting.And then the staff told the children the exact sum they had and the possible variety of meager items they could buy.
And all after discussing came to an unanimous decision and that particular item was bought.
But whatever it was they ate with wonderful zest not once complaining.
I had heard that many a times they went to sleep empty stomach too.

But being from a reasonably good family I never believed that even now people could sleep without food.

One fine day I was there teaching these children acting.
Soon it was lunch time.The same meeting took place.
As it was birthday of a boy so all wanted to eat sweets.
The special dish at that part of the country was rice balls added with sugar and rolled into balls by using a lot of butter.

This was what the children desired to eat.

I thought the NGO people would surely say NO as this would require a lot of butter and hence would be very costly.To my utter amazement they din'y say no.
And then the preparation started.I couldn't hold my guessing for too much and went inside the kitchen to check how were they able to manage such a costly item when even basic food was a delicacy for them.

And then it dawned on me.

The NGO just wanted to keep the children happy.
I saw there that the balls were rolled using water-plain placid tasteless water.
And then the head told me that although we afford only this we can't make these small young children unhappy.
An hour later this dish was served.The children offered a prayer to the almighty and ate this dish as it was the most wonderful dish ever made.They offered one piece to me too.
Yes,it tasted like the worst thing I had ever eaten but still I yearned for more just because of the feelings that were served in the dish.

That day we friends gave a party to the children at Ashray and later gave them many more.
But it was one recipe that I never know and can never forget.

It was the recipe to happiness.



~Harsha

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

Just completed watching PARZANIA.
And I can't fathom the anger,the unrest toiling in me.
The movie enunciated-What happened during the Gujarat riots.something which happens during all religious riots-the eclipse of revenge,hatred,rage,narrow mindedness,violence eclipsed over sense.

No,it is not a nightmare.Its the foolishness of the hopeless bastards coming together who never ever once have been able to do anything good in their life.
Grouping together,killing people,raping women,mauling families,brandishing swords
-absolute mayhem.
Just a movie sent a chill down my spine,I even shudder to imagine what would have been the state of the hapless thousands who were very much butchered live during these rampages.

Not long time back while I was staying in my hostel during my engineering years I had quite a good friendship with my college juniors.

Most of them were from Gujarat.
One fine day I just casually asked them about the Gujarat and Godhra riots,the languished look itself spoke a thousand words even before they said anything.
And then what they told me was something that even to this day sends a chill down my spine.One of them told me that he had seen these rioters havocing hell on a pregnant women and her daughter.
Firstly they raped the daughther-6 years old,so small so fragile in front of the mother's eyes.Then they raped the mother herself.While raping her they threw her daughter in the fire nearby.
And after they were done with the lady they cut straight through her stomach and they were not satisfied till they were done killing the foetus also.
Now is this the day we all are educated for.
Can't we people even have just one small sense of humanity.

I always think that we young people are educated,we would never ever take part in such dastardly acts of stupidity.
I too have friends,friends across all religions,friends following different gods,different thought processes.We are not the ones who would ever do so.

But,sadly for me i have also seen people as young as me lost in religious extermism.They think that they are superior because of their religion.
Just last year i was working at a place in India where the word patience in people was NULL.
It was the very place which was in news a few days back because of the Marathi natives opposing each and everyone who was not a native of that place.

This was my first stint with such religious and geographical narrow mindedness.
I would like to remind my friends time and again that these riots,foolish killings are just the brainchild of some political leader and nothing else.
They just fill that hate with their infuriating remarks and their work is done.Please don't fall for this.

Everyother day we hear happenings-Fall of Babri masjid,attack on pub going women,Godhra issue.....
Terrosrism and acts of violence are sometimes because of a seed of these contentions.

Yes,I agree that every nation has its part of riots and communal outbursts but there are hardly any nations where riots are supported by the government and the police.
I have always loved my country but the attitude of certain countrymen makes me sceptical.

My fellow friends PLEASE WAKE UP.
We are the ones who can make a difference to this world.
Every other day we meet someone who is full of this religious filth ready to explode.
Teach them patience,teach them respect.
Teach them love.There is no word like revenge.
Cause in that case this war would never stop.
Even a small act of humanness from us might set a whole system's velocity right.

I would like to use this post as a medium to say with folded arms to each and every reader-Please never ever even think of indulging in such an activity.

Please spread this chain,spread love.

As Gandhiji rightly said-"An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind".

refreshed for 3ww ECLIPSE,LANGUISH,VELOCITY
~Harsha

Happy Birthday khaddaram(Hole man)

I was standing there somewhat appalled by the days happenings.
Was feeling heavy hearted over my roommates cold vibes.

Was nervous that whether I would be able to continue my stay with him or not.
Felt that happiness has become elusive.

Was walking in a departmental store.
Stopped when a man came in my trajectory.
Infact a young labourer, somewhere around 20,tattered shirt,torn jeans, disheveled hair,no footwear.
There was something in the smile that he was wearing that pulled me towards him.
And then he pulled out a neatly gift wrapped small box.

And then he said to the Shopkeeper:

“Ispe happy bday likh do sirji,aaj khadda ram ka birthday hai”
(“Write happy Bday on it sir.Today is Khadda Ram’s[“A comic name meaning hole man”] birthday”)

And then I could feel the bicker die.
A man who was not even amply dressed,unable to have even a square meal a day,had put a heavy part of his savings for buying a gift for his friend khadda Ram.He gave the best,all that he could give,just to make his friend happy.I was moved.
I stood there smiling for long.

And then turned back with the same smile,my yesterdays dilemma eroded,and I said to myself,yes I would try again…
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Wrote for 3ww for the wordsBICKER,NERVOUS,TRAJECTORY.

Wanted to write in my other blog chaos but stuff that has shown me the meaning to live is something that I put here on Worldly confrontations.

~Harsha

I stand up and salute you

Been a long tym since I have come at this page.
But this blog is something I believe is truly me.
There wud be no publicity for this is something that I was damn clear about.
THere wont be any ads on this blog.I even din't do word of mouth publicity for this.
Coz this blog will surmount laud float fall die grow only on 1 thing and thats my work and work only.....

Dint write here much coz I dint feel anything much worthy enuf 2 write.
But there is something that pinched me back.
First of all an apology for any1 handicapped,coz I have used there true examples the most.But somehow it happens that they truly have helped me know the Truth.
And yup mom again involved...

Well,this happened 1 busy day whn mom was on her way to go to work(She being a teacher,her workplace z her school).

She missed her bus.And in a hurry she caught an auto.
In the end there was 1 more passenger in the auto apart from her,a teenage boy of 20-22 years.Now they both came to a cross road.At 1 side lay the school and at the other side the railway station.That boy had obviously to go to the station.
But seeing mummy's concern the boy told the auto driver-"Take ma'm from here,I would walk from here as the station is not much far away."

Since,he was sitting in the back seat,mom cudn't see her get down.

And when she was just about to alight from the auto,she saw the man walking,but..
but on 1 leg wid the help of crutches.
There was nothing which mom could do.
But just his humbleness made us think,that even after being lame he dint see his pain but just saw my mom's comfort.

And we all worldly fools are just raving just to have our say,just to have our comfort.
We are so much embroiled in our SELF,that even if there is a choice between our luxury and the other one's need,we would cut his NEED for our luxury.

I guess its tym for all of of us to stand up,to understand,to see things beyond the obvious.

Dear angel,I would never ever know your name,but your single action would always stay fresh,no matter what.
I stand up and salute you..


~Harsha

Salaaam Saab......("Is respect so COSTLY")!!!!!

Few days back I was discussing the aspect of respect with my mother.
We both had been contemplating at this thought since long.
She is a teacher at a school.

And then she told me that sometimes how much more it meant to wish a maid at school
or their school buses conductor than their colleauges
(Although I am not saying we shouldn't wish our colleauges).
Because we generally tend to take these people for granted,thinking that since we are on a higher position as compared to them so its they who should wish and respect us.
And then somewhere I made a mental note to treat one and all with equal level of respect,
the respect that I have always yearned for....

Next day was a friday.
I came to my office.
Before entering into our floor we have to sign-in in a register place near a security guard.
Since the last 2 months I have seen this guard stand up without fail and wish me good morning.I always treated him with respect and gave him a warm 'Very GM'.Actually his standing up seems even more noteworthy me as he is more aged than me.
And then there was this friday.
As ususal I came climbing the stairs running and there he was sitting at my ODC(floor's)entry.
And before he could stand up and wish me I greeted him Good morning.
He seemed dumbfounded.Although he din't say anything like that but the surprise was evident.
For the next 5 minutes while I was standing there and doin my sign in he complemented me on my attire,my shoes and finally wished me good day...

I know he obviously felt happy,but the happiness that I felt was astronomical as compared to him.

Days have passed since then and daily there is a race between us that who greets the other first.Had a chat with these guards.As my office is at 5th floor so when I climb up till here I pass all the guards one by one on each floor.And since there duties circulate on all floors,so it means that at one time or the other we had interaction.

And even today while I was coming up I cud see familiar faces waving me at each floor as I was coming up.It was actually a heavenly feeling.Its rightly said give respect and earn respect.

I know that there are millions who give respect like a gentleman but I have still seen some few who take other ppl for granted,wishing only their seniors or the ones from whom advantage can be extracted.

Even if one person understands this,then I would feel the work is done.
And yup thanks mom for giving me this wonderful advice..


Try it friends,it works..............
You will Actually feel gud:)


Harsha

Just not "A day in my office"

As usual one more day of office.
Well,for the information of all,am working in a software company.
And like all MNC's my company also has a staggering strong bench which they happily call as business wait.
Was on this since long till recently I 2 got a project.
Finally the process of a real job.
12 hours I am out of home.
10 to 10.

But still life hasn't changed.
The module that I am assigned to hasn't mch of a work.

And even today there was one more conference.
Boring,absolutely boring.
All were discussing Spring.
It was a small confrence room.
There was a table in between and a projector's screen in the front.
And I was there standing by a wall.A place where I could seee exactly equal no of ppl on both sides.Chatting,explaining,fighting,laughing.................
Felt like the movies.I closed and opened my eyes and things seemed to pass in seconds.

And suddenly I closed my eyes,voices seemed to die...
And I somehow felt that I am stuck.
There is this writer's voice deep down,soft very soft,lost somewhere in the cries of the crowd...

Suffocated,frail,feeble,exhausted.
And then I realised he needed to be saved,to be resurrected,rejuvenated.
So,that he can see the light of the day.

And I said Breathe Harsha Breathe.
Fly Harsha Fly.
And then I looked back,the wings were there but a bunch of shrivelled feathers.
Looked for the sky but my eye met barriers.
And then I could feel the pull...


And then I thought the time has come.
Yes,the time has come.