Monday, 21 January 2019

Goodbye To Worries, Problems and 2018

The urge of nature call, unavoidable and forceful pressure that could lift any amount of weight to make a clear way to reach the toilet. The place where I earn my wages, work hard to feed my dependants. We three live in Pune, a place of surrounded by long mountains, cold breeze and the centre of the culture of Maharashtra, the hearts of millions of Marathi people. Sun was as usually showering in it's peak time, one of the teams from Australian process early morning shift had ended at the same time. I was curious if I could find a place to unload my waste. I quickly got up with my emergency look and took my bottle, It was my favourite copper bottle which I had bought it for 700 Rs. after several requests to my wife. It's been more than a year I was using it, sometimes I could feel unsafe while taking it to the washroom, but I can't get up from my desk every time for a different purpose. I reached the main door, swiped and came outside within 4 seconds. As soon as I entered into the washroom I placed my bottle near the basin. A wave of insecurity furiously passed through my right year, but due to heavy crowd into the washroom because of the release of an early shift,  "No one will dare to pick up and put in their bag," I thought

The urge of nature call, unavoidable and forceful pressure that could lift any amount of weight to make a clear way to reach the toilet. The place where I earn my wages, work hard to feed my dependants. We three live in Pune, a place of surrounded by long mountains, cold breeze and the centre of the culture of Maharashtra, the hearts of millions of Marathi people. Sun was as usually showering in it's peak time, one of the teams from Australian process early morning shift had ended at the same time. I was curious if I could find a place to unload my waste. I quickly got up with my emergency look and took my bottle, It was my favourite copper bottle which I had bought it for 700 Rs. after several requests to my wife. It's been more than a year I was using it, sometimes I could feel unsafe while taking it to the washroom, but I can't get up from my desk every time for a different purpose. I reached the main door, swiped and came outside within 4 seconds. As soon as I entered into the washroom I placed my bottle near the basin. A wave of insecurity furiously passed through my right year, but due to heavy crowd into the washroom because of the release of an early shift,

"No one will dare to pick up and put in their bag," I thought.

I was not yet aware if I could find a toilet empty or not, there are more than six but sometimes unloading kept continue since I log-in first at morning 6:00 am. There are a huge group of security guards start occupying their respective regular washrooms and toilets. Their brushing and that stinky smell of toothpaste many times make me feel that since how long my office has not yet bath. But when I take my first break for breakfast then I see many machines and housekeeping staffs resume their work wearing the clean dress-code. then I really feel good and eat my lunch box till it gets empty. Thank god I finally found one empty toilet, just opposite of the basin. I could hear all the conversation of the people, talking to them about weekend plans. All were talking happily. I pulled my pant off and sat continuing a big push to the heavy pressure. I always remember at that time why we smell our poop and how long this natural procedure will continue, in the heavy cold it gives fresh steam to the air, I like that watching in my childhood, turning back and see again and again. I breathe out closing the inhalation process through my nostril for few seconds till the smell disappears through the ventilator above my head.



"What if this ventilation system not invented and how many girls or boys vomited in the washroom?"

I slid my hand into the right pocket of my jeans and pulled my mobile. Opened my twitter timeline and checked few updates. Did few follow back and followed to some suggestions. I always like to spend some extra time in the toilet. Sometimes If I need to think about any matter, rather than looking at the screen of my computer blank I prefer to go into the toilet and plan out which something bothering me working in the office. After five minutes of the mobile usage, I could feel dryness beneath my butt. I cleaned it and came out. I Placed both the hand on the waist in the shock, I narrowed my eyes to scan the basin table area carefully as well as the people in the washroom, the bottle was missing. There was only one person who then pulled the door and left.
I should check my desk once again, I thought and left.

I again returned back and started searching the entire washroom, I did not find at my desk. I should report it to the security guard at the basement. After spending five minutes of debate with them I returned back to my desk and talked with my colleagues about the incident what had happened to me. I remember it was the first Friday of the year. Then I made understand myself that losing something it becomes good for us. If someone has stolen anything all my worries and problems went with the person who had stolen, I became happy. I compose a mail and sent to all stating in a polite manner,



"If someone has wrongly picked up my copper water bottle from the men's washroom thinking yours please return me."

I get no reply over the next week, I know, housekeeping won't take it, it was the only one of us who must have stolen... anyways it is life whatever it happens, it happens for a reason.


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Thursday, 10 January 2019

I Was So Happy When I Walked into A Hospital

I was so happy when I walked into a hospital
Rubbed my hand over my nine months womb gentle
I was dreading it since the day I got to know I was pregnant
In this big world staying alone without you at home I can’t
We both husband and wife waiting for this great day
And bought many toys for our future baby
And in few seconds we are going to be a parent way
Sudden a jerk shook my body
A doctor spoke something in my husband’s ear a lie
In my pain, I was still thinking why he was telling and why
I felt it is something an important conversation guys
I had got a question, was my nine months old decision was wise?
A tear of my husband came on his cheek
I lost my strength and mind started me freak
I heard a word that means an impossible
The site's front of me became dull
A doctor took me to an operation theatre
In my own thoughts and questions, I became a waiter
The doctor gave me two injections and I went to sleep
After 24 hours I had opened my eyes and the destiny did a swept.
I had cried and asked for my baby child
All I remembered I was a wild
My husband caressed me and patted my back
He cried and gestured at a sack
He said, there inside is our baby
My heart beats increased, my baby has died? I had thought
I want my baby, until the end of the day, these words were shots.
I was so happy when I walked into the hospital


Saturday, 5 January 2019

One Safety Share While Travelling In India's Local Train, Be Aware Who Is Standing Beside You

It was a day when I, my wife and daughter woke up around 5:00 am, I can't forget 20th Dec 2018 We had a guest that day. Waking up at that time was not strange, it is my regular office time. My in-laws with sister-in-law and along with them my father-in-law's brother-in-law and his family had come (His brother, mother and wife). The reason of their visits was to complete a prayer for Bhavani and it was due pending. Bhavani's temple situated in Tuljapur city in Solapur district. In the family of my father-in-law's brother and his family was going through many obstacles, all was going wrong in person to person and they were feeling it as it is happening because of a pending visit to Tuljapur (Mata Bhavani's temple).





It was a day when I, my wife and daughter woke up around 5:00 am, I can't forget 20th Dec 2018 We had a guest that day. Waking up at that time was not strange, it is my regular office time. My in-laws with sister-in-law and along with them my father-in-law's brother-in-law and his family had come (His brother, mother and wife). The reason of their visits was to complete a prayer for Bhavani and it was due pending. Bhavani's temple situated in Tuljapur city in Solapur district. In the family of my father-in-law's brother and his family was going through many obstacles, all was going wrong in person to person and they were feeling it as it is happening because of a pending visit to Tuljapur (Mata Bhavani's temple).

Two families had started their travel without even reserved tickets and reached our house at 1:30 pm afternoon. They thought that in the Christmas holidays, they will travel and finish their visit to Tuljapur. Next day they all visited the few places in Pune and on 22nd Dec morning, all was set to go. They had also made a plan how to reach, timing and even return date was decided. We already refused to go since our baby girl and heavy cold.

Tuljapur is a famous temple and popular among the Maharashtrian. Many devotees visit the temple every year, few of them wish to Bhavani and in return, they ask a favour from Devi (Bhavani). They believed that his brother saved by Bhavani from a brutal accident and due to pending visit.

The time was slipping from the hand, we all already had woken up late that day and all the seven people have to grab a morning local train from Dehu road station and get another train from Pune station. There was no reserved ticket this time too, all of them sat in the local train from Dehu road station. While ascending one of the kid's slippers from their group fell down due to the crowd as it was peak time and working day. A leader from that group had money and he had kept it in the back pocket of his jeans.

Next station, Akurdi came and leader Gajana heard someone's cry

"Someone has stolen my mobile phone."

Gajana too checked his pocket and there was nothing. The train had slowed down the speed. Due to the huge crowd started ascending and descending, one member from the group left there on the Akurdi station. Someone had to wave the hand at him to stop there and wait until someone receives him.

Gajana called my wife, we were returning our home taking a breath of relief. Suddenly my wife shocked and she said,

"Get down all of you, I go to Akurdi and receive my father."

She cut the phone and urged me to leave our baby at neighbour's door. We reached Akurdi and found her father in two minutes all of them met each-other. Due to one wallet, all the things had stopped right there, my wife took them home and served them breakfast. It was around 11:10 am.

I thought it is necessary to share this experience on Blog3.org as someone else if travel in the local train of India, please make sure keep your belonging safe from thieves. Gajana's wallet had a cheque worth 25k, 2.5k hard cash and two Debit cards. All the money had stolen and no other person had cash so that they could reach the temple. They stayed two more days at our home and return back to their city.

Everyone Has Black & White Day, We Just Need Both Of Them To Be Treasured. These Are Essential Part Of Life

We are living in colourful life, days of comfort in all the nook. We never try to go in the early morning sun, we stopped running on the ground - Need a treadmill. We are running away from our lives, an actual life that we suppose to live. because of these things the ecosystem is unbalanced. Sometimes we behave like an animal and those co-exist creature sometimes behave like a well human being.  It is simple, they are learning from us, their brain power is gradually increasing, but we, the smart human using the brain power for extraordinary things that would cost more. Automation is doing its progress in life very fast, it has taken away many jobs of people, if it kept working with the same rhythm, on the last day of human, it will be proved that smartest living being has slit his own throat.


Getting Out Of Comfort Life

We are living in colourful life, days of comfort in all the nook. We never try to go in the early morning sun, we stopped running on the ground - Need a treadmill. We are running away from our lives, an actual life that we suppose to live. because of these things the ecosystem is unbalanced. Sometimes we behave like an animal and those co-exist creature sometimes behave like a well human being.

It is simple, they are learning from us, their brain power is gradually increasing, but we, the smart human using the brain power for extraordinary things that would cost more.
Automation is doing its progress in life very fast, it has taken away many jobs of people, if it kept working with the same rhythm, on the last day of human, it will be proved that smartest living being has slit his own throat.


Black & White Days

When I was living in 1994 I could only see black and white pictures, movies on TV, those lives were awesome. Now when an old photo comes in front of my eyes, my memories become fresh, there were a lot of jobs available, life was pollution-free. Love had the most prime importance, it's value was visible in our relationship.

Now the world is changing too fast, we don't have time to call our loved ones, just a ping makes us enough. We are living such a suffocated life, but still, we feel that we are the smartest.
Nobody wants this life to be taken away, it is an awesome life but something we need to change to get a better life for tomorrow.

These two eyes have seen many things but they can't forget those holy, pure days of life. Days everyone have to live when the expectation died, when someone dear leaves you alone at the age of 65+ and that time you go back to life and leave your colourful days right there. That time money does not matters, only love and memories that keep you survive. It gives you strength to stand alone in your difficult situation when life is independent.

A Story Of My Village

I remember a person of my village who died alone even though he had two sons and wife. He was living alone and one day he found died. He was from a middle-class family, bad habits (alcohol) every time he was found drunken. Many times he had the fights with his sons and wife. One day Three of them left him alone in the village.

But life seemed better for him, he looked happy those days, he later had become a good man, his drinking habits were almost stopped. He was the only used to cook food for himself, living in a hall and kitchen - house made up of mud and roof tiles. He used to cook dinner under a kerosene lantern and every day he was getting a peaceful sleep.


Learning From Our Mistakes

I understood the reasons for the hurdle in his life was only his two kids and wife. Sometimes we have to pay big for our small mistakes or wrong decision in our life (When you get married against your will or when you don't accept the next person as your life partner). Later I got to know that his marriage was a forceful one, in India it happens, many times and then we have to pay for it. Our life becomes hell and then we take a wrong step in life.

I liked his decision or whatever had happened to his life, his family left him alone but he lived his best day at the end of his life. Once in life the solution automatically finds its way and the problem gets resolved.

Friday, 4 January 2019

Killer Who?: Rakhi Got Down From Her Mercedes And A Wild Thought Came Into Her Crazy Mind

"Viru, I want to go shopping, be ready in five minutes." Rakhi got down from her white Mercedes. She had just come from the hospital. Her husband was a businessman and she runs a hospital and works as a senior doctor. But ever since she had come back from London, she had visited her son who works as a manager in the retail firm, she had started behaving strangely. Between both husband and wife, the bond was not that stronger as you found in a great loving couple. Her son was her favourite and he wanted to his parents in London.

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"Viru, I want to go shopping, be ready in five minutes." Rakhi got down from her white Mercedes. She had just come from the hospital. Her husband was a businessman and she runs a hospital and works as a senior doctor. But ever since she had come back from London, she had visited her son who works as a manager in the retail firm, she had started behaving strangely. Between both husband and wife, the bond was not that stronger as you found in a great loving couple. Her son was her favourite and he wanted to his parents in London.


Viru was a driver who was working there for ten years when he had quit his education at high school. After a few minutes, she was travelling in the car through heavy traffic and was feeling annoying. For time being, she took out her mobile and clicked on the Facebook app and she saw a video,


"Hey Viru, I want to talk to you, could you please stop at one of the calm places."


"Sure, ma'am."


She was looking damn beautiful in her black, short sleeves blouse and red sari.

Her boy cut hair was so silky. Most of the time dispute happens with her husband was mainly due to property. Her husband had three bungalows and none of them was in her name and she always wanted them in her name. In terms of finance, she had never done any charity in her lifetime and her husband was opposite, he had donated five lac rupees last year. And because of this she was not talking to her husband and living her life alone. Most of the time, she speaks over the phone. In her hospital, the staffs think that she is a very cruel woman and they celebrate very much whenever she is on leave or took a day off.

They bought some vegetables, visited a few supermarkets and had some snacks together and while return he stopped over the bridge where people hardly stop. Rakhi got down and leaned over the handrail of the bridge and looked down at the railway track, it was empty, it was highway and other vehicles were running with high speed and it was dark enough that every car, bus, and a truck had soon started running with their headlights on. She looked annoying, frustrated and lost in thought.

"What happened ma'am?" Viru stood beside her looking at her fat stomach through a sari. He likes her, talking with her, helping her in any work and obey her than her husband. Somewhere he feels that one string of her heart connected to his. Both had a very much mutual understanding and he was standing there wondering why she has asked him to stop at such a place. Rakhi turned to him,



"Viru, do you know a secret about Vasant?"


"No, what happened to sir?"


"I found him sleeping with someone else and I am so disappointed."


"Yea I can see for last few days you are lost somewhere."


"That is correct. The reason why I have called you is I want a help from you."


"Anytime," he said with a smile.


"I want to kill my husband." Rakhi snarled


Did she want to kill her husband and get married to me? He thought.

He was thinking this way on the first day he had started working. And to get her he could do anything to get her. He was 32 and still unmarried.

"You decide when I will kill him. Anytime," he said again. Rakhi clinched her teeth. She had heard this thousand times before and now its annoy her when she listens and sometimes she feels that he try to impress her then finally she smiled him as every time she has to do this.

Both sat back in the car and left.

Two days later, in the morning her husband Vasant was having tea. He was 45, 5.7 he had a white moustache and he was in a boxer and a t-shirt. His eyes were pink. He had hangover last night and backed to home at 4 am. He woke up at 9 am and cooked the tea for himself and reading a newspaper in the balcony. He looked at the empty hall, what I had done that I got such wife that she never care for me. He thought and took a sip.


His bungalow was in a rich area of Mumbai, east facing in Juhu. He was an owner of Kima oil company and had only a son. He had always regretted a thing and that is his wife. She had no feelings for anyone. He leaned over the handrail of the balcony, he smelled a humid air of vegetable fry from the adjacent house. He glanced over a far heavy traffic road. Viru was washing the cars. In a second, he realized a sudden attack of a headache and a shiver paralyzed his entire body and the teacup broke and he fell on the floor jerking his body for three minutes.


Rakhi was sleeping, she heard and opened her eyes and smile, "The game is over." she whispered. She opened the door and ran into the balcony and saw white suds coming through his mouth and his eyes were turning white. He was asking for help, but she simply smiled and walked away. She called Viru,


"What did you give him in tea?"


"I had added poison in the milk,"


"Come fast, he is dying?"

Viru came and examined him Vasant, he was dead.


"Now?" Rakhi asked.


"Call the police and let it happen front of everyone so that no one doubt on us.



After an hour the police came and took the body for the post-mortem. Fifteen days later, all the rituals had done, her son had come and gone back in ten days. Now only two people were living in the entire house, Viru, and Rakhi. Her son had requested her sale the property and come to London to stay with him. She had told him that she needs sometimes and will let him know.

It was a Saturday night, Viru knocked on the door at 11:30 pm, she was awake browsing the internet. "It is opened" she cried.

She had dinner one hour before and she knew that Viru was watching TV. He opened the door, "I want to talk to you."

"Say"

"I heard you have put all the property on sale?"

"Yes, that's correct."

"What about me?"

"You have to find another job."

"What" Viru cried and pushed the door to the wall. Rakhi put the laptop on the bed. His loud voice was unobvious to Rakhi it sounds her some promises had broken.

"I like you and I want you,"

"What, are you in sleep?" her voice rose too, "Just get out of my room, I will talk to you in the morning."

"If you try to play with me, I will reveal your ugly truth which is hidden behind your beauty and you will be behind the bars."

Viru was sleeping on the sofa, but his mind was rushing to find a solution to his disastrous problem. But in a few minutes, he got up from the sofa and rushed into the kitchen.

Next day morning she hesitated to get up from the bed the half of the night she was thinking about Viru how to get rid of this problem and she got asleep only when she had made a call to one of the men she knew. He was ex-boyfriend and he had promised her that not to worry anymore and everything will be sorted tomorrow.


Two days passed, the bungalow was shut, but the gate was opened. Few dogs were barking in the night looking at the bungalow and neighbours noticed it. They made a call to the police and informed suspicious things happening into the bungalow. The police come and found Mr's Diwar dead her body was swollen and stinking the entire house. The police had found Viru's dead body on the shore too in the evening one hour before.

A week later after investigation, it was revealed that Mr's Diwar had an affair with her ex-boyfriend Raka as per the phone calls from her mobile and two days ago the last call made from her mobile to Raka only. But one more thing that police couldn't get rid of was how Rakhi Diwar died. In the post-mortem report, it says that her death due to massive injuries on her head it caused due to slippery steps and police had found vegetable oil spell over the steps and it was confirmed that she was not murdered. But who did this? This question was still drilling the mind of the sub-inspector of Juhu police who was present on the spot. They had a doubt that Viru must have planned her and she planned Viru. Her boyfriend was roaming free and police are still investigating the death of three, Mr Diwar, his wife, and Viru.

Thursday, 3 January 2019

Farmers, Farms and Urban Life: Kudos To Modi Govt That They Waived Off The Loan Amount of The farmers



Happy Farming


I am so delighted that farmers looked happy this year. Considerable rainwater poured and crop yield was so high. If I compare with the last three years, the condition was so worst in India. In my farm, we sow cotton seeds twice at the beginning of the year, at the first time there was no rain and seeds found swollen under warmness of the mother earth and rotten later. Second time farming succeeds due to there was adequate rain. In India most of the farming based on the rainwater, farmers have no wells and irrigation is very less. My farm is just three acres and every year grows only selected crops like cotton, cereals like wheat, pulses. And it is true that Indian have fewer numbers of vegetable farming.

Farmers are very disappointing about prices of cotton since the last two years. It is not going above RS 5000/quintal, many farmers get losses in waiting for price hikes but it never happened for these years. It seems not that good but considerably better than last season of the crop. This is happened due to huge raining at the starting of the year.

Wednesday, 2 January 2019

A First Time Father: Natural feelings that occurred in me when I touched my baby girl first time

A First Time Father: Natural feelings that occurred in me when I touched my baby girl first time

When I Saw You First Time.


The happiness was truly uncontrolled when I saw my baby girl the first time, a nurse brought her near her mother. My wife told me later that she heard her voice and fell asleep. Her first cry was so strong. Doctors said we had never heard baby such a strong voice in their career. She was looking like a cotton bud. One thing I would never forget about that day when the nurse brought my baby near her mother and the first time when I had seen her. At first, she was not opening her eyes and second, she opened her eyes stared at me continuously without blinking her eyes. I guessed she was thinking about an alien and had never smiled that day. And the most important, she had licked her lips and in a second I understood that she needs food. I ran off to a medical shop and bought a milk powder and in the warm water, I fed her. My wife was still in the bed sleeping motionless. A few days ago, I was just making a joke like an old man with my wife that I will take delivery of our baby at home, but when I saw the first time a shiver of my wife in her deadly pain after the baby got delivered and being taken her to the bed. It was confirmed to me that giving a birth to a baby is the toughest fight woman has to face in her life. She almost deals with death.