Here is a nice little story I heard from a friend of mine, Megan,
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Once there was a very rich man. He inherited his wealth from his father.
He took over the factory his father worked in, who had taken over from his father and so on.
This man fell in love.
But the girl wanted to live in other country.
This man's father said, "Son, We have our business established since generations, you shouldn't leave it for just a girl, you are rich, you have enough money that anyone will fall in love with you."
His father was egoistic but still he loved his son.
And this guy was REALLY in love. He kept fighting his emotions.
Finally, the girl decided to move away from him, because he was not able to come to any conclusion.
He couldn't convince her to stay with him.
He drove her to the way to airport. Along the way their car got stuck in traffic for long time.
In the meantime, they talked, they laughed, they had nicest time ever in that traffic jam.
The girl canceled her plans and stayed with the guy. And the guy promised her that they will move to other place when he can handover his work to someone worthy.
The guy came to his father and told, "I convinced her, not by money, not by fame but by myself and my true love. Money can't buy everything."
His Father replied, "Son, I paid lot of money to create a fake traffic jam."
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Friday, August 01, 2008
Wheelchair
20th July 08
Ahmedabad
“Can I use your mobile phone to make a call?”
I just got in Jet Airways flight from Ahmedabad to Mumbai, and from there I was going to take flight to Singapore.
The old lady sitting besides me looked at me with some hope.
I hesitated for a moment and then said “Yes”.
I had Singapore SIM, so clearly I was on International Roaming. She made a short call to tell someone that she had made in the Aircraft safely.
“Are you taking connecting flight from Mumbai?”
“Yes.” I said. “How about you?”
She replied, “I am traveling to Vancouver, and I am having knee problem, and I have no idea how I will move my baggage from domestic terminal to international one.”
I just listened to her for a moment, and then I realized that may be(there was a slight chance) that I will get on board at the last moment.
Yes, thats me. Like those few idiots fooling around on the earth, jumping on every opportunity of being nice human beings and then paying for it.
But I don’t mind doing that, as long as I feel something in that.
Dhabu used to tell me, “Vishang, Think before you do anything and think before you say anything”
And I used to reply to her with my smile, eventually she gave up on “Think” topic.
Back to Jet Airways,
The old lady turned out to be ex-principle of Prabhudas Thakkar college in Ahmedabad, and that also for 30 years, then she was in management committee.
And I told her that, I and my friends used to be Pain in nose for school and college professors and eventually principles, but she didn’t mind that.
She was 70 years old, and was hyper-careful about her health and her trip. Thats the thing I notice in old people, they become way much careful, about their stuff like food, accommodation, medicines and it crosses limits on traveling.
Does it cross limits?
Who decides limits?
You, me or any other young ones like us, roaming around feeling like king of the world.
We landed on Mumbai Runway, she turned to me, and said, “Please wait for me, I am going to ask for Wheelchair and they will let me out after every passenger has left aircraft.”
I was ready for that, actually I was ready for anything after I made up my mind to stay with her.
Everyone slowly moved out of the plane, but then she stood up, and started taking her begs out. I saw that she was fine with her legs, but still asking for wheel chair.
I told her not to take wheel chair, because if she can walk out normally, its faster to do then taking wheel chair. So both of us, with I holding her cabin baggage got out of plane, and waited for other wheel chair patients to come with us on the last bus.
But again, she asked for wheelchair and then I had to convince her that its only one step to get into bus. Thankfully she left the wheelchair and got in bus by herself.
I got in after her with her suitcase.
Again, third time now, when we got off at Domestic terminal, she asked for wheelchair, and again I explained her that as she can move without it, not having wheelchair is better for us to get on airport coach.
I didn’t know, at least at that point, that why she kept asking for wheelchair, and whenever I explained her, she got convinced.
We got on and off Airport coach, and now we were at International Terminal.
We got inside the Terminal, and I had to move fast to catch my flight, but I was making sure that she gets her flight safely and her luggage transfers properly.
Then finally, moment came for me to leave her and get on with my immigration, I hated that moment.
She thanked me for all helped and asked for one last help,
“Can you get me a Wheelchair now? please.”
I got my answer that as her wheelchair is going away now, she needed an actual wheelchair.
And I couldn’t arrange a wheelchair for her.
Ahmedabad
“Can I use your mobile phone to make a call?”
I just got in Jet Airways flight from Ahmedabad to Mumbai, and from there I was going to take flight to Singapore.
The old lady sitting besides me looked at me with some hope.
I hesitated for a moment and then said “Yes”.
I had Singapore SIM, so clearly I was on International Roaming. She made a short call to tell someone that she had made in the Aircraft safely.
“Are you taking connecting flight from Mumbai?”
“Yes.” I said. “How about you?”
She replied, “I am traveling to Vancouver, and I am having knee problem, and I have no idea how I will move my baggage from domestic terminal to international one.”
I just listened to her for a moment, and then I realized that may be(there was a slight chance) that I will get on board at the last moment.
Yes, thats me. Like those few idiots fooling around on the earth, jumping on every opportunity of being nice human beings and then paying for it.
But I don’t mind doing that, as long as I feel something in that.
Dhabu used to tell me, “Vishang, Think before you do anything and think before you say anything”
And I used to reply to her with my smile, eventually she gave up on “Think” topic.
Back to Jet Airways,
The old lady turned out to be ex-principle of Prabhudas Thakkar college in Ahmedabad, and that also for 30 years, then she was in management committee.
And I told her that, I and my friends used to be Pain in nose for school and college professors and eventually principles, but she didn’t mind that.
She was 70 years old, and was hyper-careful about her health and her trip. Thats the thing I notice in old people, they become way much careful, about their stuff like food, accommodation, medicines and it crosses limits on traveling.
Does it cross limits?
Who decides limits?
You, me or any other young ones like us, roaming around feeling like king of the world.
We landed on Mumbai Runway, she turned to me, and said, “Please wait for me, I am going to ask for Wheelchair and they will let me out after every passenger has left aircraft.”
I was ready for that, actually I was ready for anything after I made up my mind to stay with her.
Everyone slowly moved out of the plane, but then she stood up, and started taking her begs out. I saw that she was fine with her legs, but still asking for wheel chair.
I told her not to take wheel chair, because if she can walk out normally, its faster to do then taking wheel chair. So both of us, with I holding her cabin baggage got out of plane, and waited for other wheel chair patients to come with us on the last bus.
But again, she asked for wheelchair and then I had to convince her that its only one step to get into bus. Thankfully she left the wheelchair and got in bus by herself.
I got in after her with her suitcase.
Again, third time now, when we got off at Domestic terminal, she asked for wheelchair, and again I explained her that as she can move without it, not having wheelchair is better for us to get on airport coach.
I didn’t know, at least at that point, that why she kept asking for wheelchair, and whenever I explained her, she got convinced.
We got on and off Airport coach, and now we were at International Terminal.
We got inside the Terminal, and I had to move fast to catch my flight, but I was making sure that she gets her flight safely and her luggage transfers properly.
Then finally, moment came for me to leave her and get on with my immigration, I hated that moment.
She thanked me for all helped and asked for one last help,
“Can you get me a Wheelchair now? please.”
I got my answer that as her wheelchair is going away now, she needed an actual wheelchair.
And I couldn’t arrange a wheelchair for her.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Misery
This is a synonym for living death,
One of the most frightening feelings a human being can imagine,
But why be afraid of it?
thats very easy to ask, its very easy to preach someone on forgetting miserable moments,
very easy to advice someone on how to avoid it, and very easy to keep telling yourself that you are not miserable,
But there is no remedy except time,
maybe thats for good, whoever created misery, designed it the way that nothing can make it disappear in a moment,
It take care of itself, moment by moment, each moment painful than the previous one,
getting mind and soul in tight grip, leaving no gap for air of hope,
and then on one day, at one moment, you finally take deep breath,
and you say, "well, here goes nothing"
and you just learned a masterclass on emotions from the worst emotion of world.
One of the most frightening feelings a human being can imagine,
But why be afraid of it?
thats very easy to ask, its very easy to preach someone on forgetting miserable moments,
very easy to advice someone on how to avoid it, and very easy to keep telling yourself that you are not miserable,
But there is no remedy except time,
maybe thats for good, whoever created misery, designed it the way that nothing can make it disappear in a moment,
It take care of itself, moment by moment, each moment painful than the previous one,
getting mind and soul in tight grip, leaving no gap for air of hope,
and then on one day, at one moment, you finally take deep breath,
and you say, "well, here goes nothing"
and you just learned a masterclass on emotions from the worst emotion of world.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Trespassing
“Are you biology guy?”
“Yes”
“Then Come here, all your explanations about biology is useless without a single picture”.
And they went along.
I was just coming back from office and I heard two old guys talking, they were some kind of botany people, who were looking at plants on streets. Their normal talk and behavior looked so interesting to me that I couldn’t help but trespass on them. Then suddenly I had a feeling that trespassing will be the best lesson I can learn for my films. If I can really trespass and take out anything then it would be worth any number of theories or reading or analysis.
“Yes”
“Then Come here, all your explanations about biology is useless without a single picture”.
And they went along.
I was just coming back from office and I heard two old guys talking, they were some kind of botany people, who were looking at plants on streets. Their normal talk and behavior looked so interesting to me that I couldn’t help but trespass on them. Then suddenly I had a feeling that trespassing will be the best lesson I can learn for my films. If I can really trespass and take out anything then it would be worth any number of theories or reading or analysis.
Be my Horizon
Found this from some backup
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7 December 2001
Be My Horizon
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I am standing in my balcony,
Moving my eyes round the earth.
I just can't look beyond the horizon,
eager to know what is beyond it.
But, by standing at this point,
I cant know.
I start walking towards it,
on my way I meet people.
I experienced some good as well as bad,
that made me think.
Finally, I reach the horizon,
Really ?
That was just the same situation,
as before I was standing.
So where did horizon disappear ?
And where did myself,
Yes, that was not the horizon,
But, that was another place.
So, now I am not me, as I was before,
Before moving towards horizon.
There is some change inside me,
Perhaps, Better or Worse.
But the good thing is that,
moving made me think, a lot of things.
What is the power, that made me to Travel ?
What is the power, that I am seeking for ?
What is the power, that force me to change ?
The same power , I found in You.
You attracted me.
You changed me.
You found myself.
I Love You.
Just Be my Horizon.
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7 December 2001
Be My Horizon
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I am standing in my balcony,
Moving my eyes round the earth.
I just can't look beyond the horizon,
eager to know what is beyond it.
But, by standing at this point,
I cant know.
I start walking towards it,
on my way I meet people.
I experienced some good as well as bad,
that made me think.
Finally, I reach the horizon,
Really ?
That was just the same situation,
as before I was standing.
So where did horizon disappear ?
And where did myself,
Yes, that was not the horizon,
But, that was another place.
So, now I am not me, as I was before,
Before moving towards horizon.
There is some change inside me,
Perhaps, Better or Worse.
But the good thing is that,
moving made me think, a lot of things.
What is the power, that made me to Travel ?
What is the power, that I am seeking for ?
What is the power, that force me to change ?
The same power , I found in You.
You attracted me.
You changed me.
You found myself.
I Love You.
Just Be my Horizon.
Touching my Horizon
Long time ago, I wrote "Be my Horizon",
I had no Horizon at that time, but the feel of having someone , sometime, touched me.
After few years, I wrote "You are my Horizon",
I finally found a Horizon for me,
Irony was, I never wanted her to be my Horizon.
The moment was as painful as fulfilling my Horizon Poem. Made me smile and made me cry at the same time.
"Life is nothing but Ironic"
Today, I am sitting here, writing a story of a Girl's Horizon. I can feel what this imaginary girl feels. I have felt the very need and pain of a Horizon, from childhood to last breath of her life.
I really like the scene, when the girl makes gesture of touching her Horizon.
Very childish but again, very true for me. I did try to touch and feel my Horizon.
I keep doing till this moment.
In past few months, I felt terrible pain. It was not because I almost lost my Horizon. But it was because I almost lost the urge to touch.
I don't want to do that again, I can't do that again.
No matter how far my Horizon will be from me,
I will never stop doing the gesture of touching.
I had no Horizon at that time, but the feel of having someone , sometime, touched me.
After few years, I wrote "You are my Horizon",
I finally found a Horizon for me,
Irony was, I never wanted her to be my Horizon.
The moment was as painful as fulfilling my Horizon Poem. Made me smile and made me cry at the same time.
"Life is nothing but Ironic"
Today, I am sitting here, writing a story of a Girl's Horizon. I can feel what this imaginary girl feels. I have felt the very need and pain of a Horizon, from childhood to last breath of her life.
I really like the scene, when the girl makes gesture of touching her Horizon.
Very childish but again, very true for me. I did try to touch and feel my Horizon.
I keep doing till this moment.
In past few months, I felt terrible pain. It was not because I almost lost my Horizon. But it was because I almost lost the urge to touch.
I don't want to do that again, I can't do that again.
No matter how far my Horizon will be from me,
I will never stop doing the gesture of touching.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Now, That changes everything
With so much wiring done in our minds, hard and soft, its very difficult sometimes to be true to your self,
But I think how amazing it would be, if you can just feel,
Just listen to the piano keys playing, wind blowing, unstoppable murmur of humans chattering,
Just look at how funny people look in their own reflections,
Just smell a freshly homemade dish,
and above all feel the touch, the sensation of your very love ones, right inside you,
Nothing can stop us from these feelings except ourselves,
Just live with your spirit, before it gets away...
But I think how amazing it would be, if you can just feel,
Just listen to the piano keys playing, wind blowing, unstoppable murmur of humans chattering,
Just look at how funny people look in their own reflections,
Just smell a freshly homemade dish,
and above all feel the touch, the sensation of your very love ones, right inside you,
Nothing can stop us from these feelings except ourselves,
Just live with your spirit, before it gets away...
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