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Friday, 22 August 2014

A piece of you, for peace of life....




Should I do it ?
Yes, you should.
What if he gets killed ?
On the contrary, what if he lives ?
Am I doing the right thing ?
You did it with the pigs, successfully.
They are pigs, this is human.
You’re gifting him a life.

These are some of the questions that the two halves of his mind speak as he gets ready to perform the surgery, the first of its kind. On one side, he is a confident surgeon, sure of his success, and very well aware that his success will create a medical miracle and a path for many to follow. On the other, he battles self doubt. The negatives of ‘what if’ loom large in front of his eyes.
A battle of thoughts and emotions later, he goes ahead and does what his medical ethics ask him to do - to try saving a life if he can.

After nine hours of work involving a team of thirty people , Dr Christiaan Barnard created history , Louis Washkansky became the world’s first recipient and Denise Darvall, the first donor.
Yes, the world’s first successful human heart transplant , this was , way back in 1967.
(In italics  above is the crux of what he thought , as he prepared himself for the surgery, as revealed in his book, One Life).




She was just 16 then. And her liver was threatening to make her bid good-bye to the beautiful world around her. But she wanted to live. She could, if she got her liver replaced.
Frantic searches for donors. Taking samples. Tests. More tests. Trying for the best match. Failures.  Repeating the cycle.
Her parents couldn’t , but her aunt came forth, ready to donate a piece of her liver to her niece. Miraculously, she was found to be the perfect match as a donor.
And then, law hindered. Legal hindrances seemed insurmountable at one point of time.
But fate wouldn’t let them fail. 
The story came to the attention of the society, and the Chief Minister of the state himself came forward to sort out the legal glitches and give a ‘ go-ahead’ for the surgery.
Prayers. Financial help. More prayers.
And finally, she started her journey towards life again. From a point where she would have fallen, but for the timely intervention of her aunt, and her magnanimity.
Swathi Krishna is now 19, and pursuing her graduation in Commerce from Ernakulam, Kerala. She’s currently getting trained in Classical dance forms too, as a part of her health regimen.


You  have two sons, and you’ve been raising them alone ever since they lost their father. They’re so loving, the sole joy in your life. One fine evening, the bike that they ride falls prey to an accident, killing the younger
of the two, and leaving the elder one battling for his life. To say that you’re shattered would be a grave understatement, and the next evening , you receive news that the elder son is brain-dead.
What do you do when fate plays this cruel game ?
No, you don’t fall down. You rise up in the face of the threatening grief, and you decide that your son will live through three other people.
You donate his liver, and two kidneys.
We salute you, Rajeena Ma’m, for being a strong woman, and a stronger mother.

Well, these are just two of the many inspiring stories on Organ Donation.
Would you like to read more ? Please do.

And now for a personal story (cutting short a long painful one, of course).
My aunt had received a kidney in a successful transplant, almost 16 years back. She had started living her life normally after that, but we lost her two years later. Even as we mourned at the loss, we were thankful that she had actually received an extended lease of life because of the kind-hearted lady who had donated her the kidney.

Ever since, organ donation has been a topic close to my heart.

God creates life, mother’s womb nurtures it, and brings it out. We grow.
Every single thing about our body is a miracle.
We all are miracles, that way. So when someone’s miracle doesn’t function properly, isn’t it a good thing that we have the power to set it right for them ?
How ?  By donating our organs. That would bring solace to so many aching hearts across the world.
We all know about blood donation, and have read enough and more on how the precious liquid saves lives. We are aware of blood banks too.
How about organ banks ?
I am.
We are.
Organ banks.
Who have been blessed with a good, healthy body, whose organs can help someone gain a new life, even after the heart has stopped beating and blood has stopped flowing.

Donating an organ is donating a life.
Imagine how many people can feel the difference in their lives if just one person donates all his organs -  eyes, heart, liver, kidneys, bone marrow, tissues…. isn’t that great ? :)
So, if we all decide to be donors, imagine the massive change it shall bring in the world around us !
True, little drops of water do make a mighty ocean.

And for this, let’s take care of our health. Obviously, we cannot donate something unless that is in proper condition, so let’s vow to ourselves that when we donate , we’ll donate them in as perfect a condition as we can.  Because, as I said,  we all are ‘Organ Banks’. The more we care for ourselves, the more our organs can be of help to someone else, after we bid goodbye to the world.













To answer the question that might have popped up by now, no, I haven’t registered yet as an organ donor. But I will. That’s a promise to myself.
No, not for an eternal life. 
But to add my drop of happiness to someone who might need it. And for the immense joy of being able to give :)

I’ll add a piece of myself to someone to add peace to his or her life !
So, how about adding yours ?







Thursday, 7 August 2014

She !




She visits me when I least expect
Urging me out of my slumber
In varying shades, finely decked
Always a multiple in number

She does to me what none else can
Pulls me into a trance
Carried away, in a very short span
My mind begins the dance !


She flows out of my mind as thoughts,
Speaks to the world for me
While I wonder at her plots,
Searching for the key

She is the one who gives me wings
Makes me fly high
Because of her, my heart sings
When I touch the sky

She sends me waves of love and hope
Wraps me in her kisses
With all tough moments, she helps me cope
All doubts, she dismisses

She shows me light when darkness falls
Nudges me forward , to move
Tired  I might be, still she calls
I’ve my calling to prove

She feeds my soul with the soothing tonic
Brave, she makes me feel
Throws out all thoughts, demonic
Slowly I begin to heal

She fuels me with the desire to win
Stand high on the pedestal
With her around as my lovely fin,
My victory seems celestial

She flies to me from a world unknown
Takes a place in my heart
Forever there, she’ll reside on the throne
Till death does us apart


Who is she, you seem to ask,
Oh  ! In joy I beam !!
My friend, in whose glory I bask,
My sweet, lively dream !!

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Monday, 4 August 2014

The Footballer....







The big toe on his right foot had swollen to twice the normal size.
I looked at him with questioning eyes.
“We were playing Brazil last night. I got the ball for myself,”  my grandfather said , grinning childishly.
I couldn’t help smiling.
He had dreamt of , and played for his favourite football teams in his sleep.  Again !
I sighed and started massaging his toes slowly with his favourite balm.
“But this was worth it,” he said, as I finished.
“What ? This swelling ?”,  I asked.


“ Yes, I scored the winning goal”, he winked and chuckled, as I broke into a laughter.

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# True Story :)



Thursday, 31 July 2014

Of fear and freedom...

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He seems to lurk in the darkness around
Making us shiver in silence
Though we keep him strictly drowned
At times he defeats our pretense

We call him fear, of the senses,
Of  soul, self, life and what not
Of failure, success and offenses,
Everywhere he has his slot !

Being afraid never ever works,
Just leaving  our hearts to bleed
Only if we uproot  the fear that lurks
Deep inside, we’ll succeed

Fear to try, keeps success at bay
You’re forced to keep your hood low
Fear to love keeps life away
Just the monotonous flow !

Here comes our time to marvel
At an idea that’s a difficult trade
What would our thoughts unravel
Only if we weren’t afraid ?

If fear was nowhere in my heart
And I wasn’t afraid at all
I’d pat my back for being smart
For never being anyone’s doll

I’d rewind the days I’ve lived so long
And find out the times gone wrong
I’d send my mistakes to where they belong
Embracing my life with a fresh song

I’d go back to days of struggle and pain
Show them that life’s such a treasure
And  tell them, I love them for the gain
They’ve bestowed on me with pleasure

I’d sing my soul out , letting my voice
Choose its own streams to flow
Happiness in life, is my own choice
No matter how the winds blow

Till my feet ache, I’d dance and dance,
Great heights beckoning me,
Sweet rhythms sending me into a trance,
Of all bondages, I’d break free

Out will come the words I’ve eaten
For the fear of hatred and rejection
Them, I’ll no more bother to sweeten
Out I’ll throw the dejection

I’d live a life, my very own ways
Live it with purpose and in style
The absence of fear would always amaze
But make every moment worthwhile !

Here I take the steps as a baby,
To bid goodbye to my fear
I’d face a fall en route, may be
But never shall I shed a tear

One of these days I’ll come out
Of the cocoon of anxiety , diffidence
Alive in my eyes would be a new sprout
Of strong and fearless confidence !


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So, did you hear ?
About the Write Tribe Blog Carnival, I mean ?
It's been kicked off with a post on Everyday Gyaan, Corinne's lovely blog :)
Thank you, Corinne, for the wonderful prompt :)

And this is what I wrote :)
Some parts of the poem are tweaked facts :). Creative liberty, you see . I guess I'm allowed to :) :) . ( Like the shyness, diffidence and all that. I'm anything but shy :P)
Hope you enjoy :)

Sunday, 1 June 2014

A talk with the writers' muse :)






The Time keeper was born from his inspiring pen,
He made me spend my Tuesdays with Morrie....
He gave us the first phone call from heaven,
I salute you, sir, for words that create glory !

Next comes a woman, the queen of mystery,
She made me fall in love with a Belgian brain...
And the Mousetrap that did create history,
Madam, my love for you, is pretty insane :)

Next, the man, who , in his village of dreams,
Gave birth to Swami, Nagaraj and the Guide....
You stretched our reading to both the extremes,
Love you, truly ,you’re the nation’s pride !!



To all the pens above, that enrich our lives,
Here are two questions I would ask ;
What exactly do you do when the muse arrives,
Do you wait, or get on with the task ?

What drives you to take the plunge into the pool,
Of words, and weave magic and marvel ?
For writers like you all, your quill is a tool
That etches out the world you unravel !

Without all your words, our world is so dry,
That explains all that I have to say ;
May they make our fancies soar high,
That is what we wish, hope and pray !!
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Image courtesy : Muse craft Online
Linking this to 100 Words on Saturday  at  Write Tribe.


The prompt this weekend is, " Your favourite author and what you’d like to discuss with him or her".

I couldn't identify one favourite ( I know it sounds stupid, still :D ) , so I created a short poem about three authors I love :)

This one is in 'Multiples of 100' format. Three stanzas make a drabble :)

Sunday, 18 May 2014

The Realization......



There was no trace of shame on his face.

She’d expected him to be weighed down with remorse.

“He will die of guilt when he knows this,” she’d thought.

But his indifference surprised her.

Even though the crowd disturbed him, he maintained his composure perfectly.

She knew it now ; he hadn’t been affected the way she’d expected him to be.

She regretted the thoughtlessness  behind her actions.

She saw him cover the body with a white cloth.

She wished she knew then , what she knew now.




















That , her committing suicide would never change her dad , who’d so brutally raped her.

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Linking this to Write Tribe's 100 Words on a Saturday.

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Sunday, 11 May 2014

Truth, as it is !




She realized that she could no longer hide the truth.

The sooner it was out, the better.

She looked guiltily at him.

He was seated on the sofa, his eyes scanning the newspaper.

The tired lines on his forehead sent waves of ache through her heart.

Nervous, she chewed her lips.

No ,she couldn’t delay it. She had to speak , now.

"Dad", she called.

He looked up at her.

"I'm sorry, dad," she said ,her voice filled with regret.

"What happened ?",  he asked.


Black tea

"You'll have to take black tea; there's no milk",  she said , a faint smile covering her embarrassment.

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Sunday, 30 March 2014

The Cure !!


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The young boy sitting on the sidewalk was repeating the same thing for the past five minutes.
His palm on his cheek. Then on his knees.
Cheek, Knee.
Cheek ,Knee.

What are you doing ? “, he asked the child.
Putting mommy’s kisses on my knees. I hurt myself while playing. Mommy says her kisses protect me always. I’m putting them on my knees”, the boy chirped.

 He felt his heart begin to heal…

I was tempted to end my own life ! Why should I, God, when you’re with me !”, he cried.

He'd seen the right path, his faith back in action !

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
This week's challenge is that the post must contain , " I was tempted."

 

Thursday, 27 March 2014

The Beginning.....


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Today I’ll begin to travel back,
Back through the embers of time;
Time has bequeathed a lot of lessons,
Lessons that make the heart chime…..

Today I’ll begin to count my riches
Riches that fill me with bliss;
Bliss so supreme, so full of glory,
Glory that I’ll never want to miss…..

Today I’ll begin to live my thoughts,
Thoughts that flavour my senses       
Senses which form my hours and days,
Days with no pretences……

Today I’ll begin to grow my wings,
Wings will help me soar high ;
High up above the birds and clouds,
Clouds that line the blue sky….

Today I’ll begin to shine the light,
Light that lives in my soul;
Soul so vibrant, so full of love,
Love that makes me whole…..

Today I’ll begin to nourish my life,
Life that’s precious and small;
Small , yet big to achieve my dreams, 
Dreams make me live, after all !

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This is a Loop Poetry. Read two other versions here and here.
 

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Sunday, 23 March 2014

Tiny Love.....


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“You’re selfish, haughty, arrogant ,useless ! How dare you speak to me this way ? I’ll just throw you out of this car, mind you ! ” Philip shouted at me as he drove.

The usual fight, a bit more severe this time.

I sat on the seat behind, silent tears heating my eyes.

Our two-year-old daughter on my lap was unusually silent.

“Oh ! why didn’t I keep quiet ! ”, I scolded myself mentally,  for being tactless.

A tiny finger came up and wiped my tears.

I looked at her, she smiled.

To me, her smile seemed a promise of the greatest love of all !

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This post is being linked to the 100 Words on Saturday Prompt - 8 at Write Tribe.

The prompt for the weekend is " The greatest love of all ".

Join us in the A to Z Challenge this April, here. The linky is open for a few more days :-)

If you've already joined, do reveal your theme and check out wonderful themes for the A to Z , as revealed here.  This linky will close in  two days, so hurry up :-) :-)

Saturday, 8 March 2014

Some Women's Day Thoughts !


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Inspiring Change !

In a world where women are gaining greater heights, the International Women's Day 2014 comes with this theme.
Very apt, I would say, because we are still fighting for reservation and equality, and teaming up against dowry, rape, sexual abuse,child labour and child marriage along with the ever-present evils of poverty and casteism and what not.

Why not think of bringing in the change we want to see ? That's a proactive, responsive thought, is it not ?

That's what Subhasini Mistry thought.

For a woman who was thrown into widowhood when she was just 23, with four hungry mouths yearning for a morsel of food, just because she couldn't afford proper medical treatment for her ailing husband, life didn't come easy. She wasn't educated, yet, she had what most women would've lacked at that time. Determination immeasurable.
She took up any job that she could do, literally anything .
From being a housemaid, to a vegetable seller, to helping with brick laying that was physically demanding and challenging, she worked, toiled hard and saved every single penny she could, spending just the bare minimum to keep them alive. Her sons helped her in brick laying, and supplemented her income with theirs.

All for just one purpose.


The young widow had promised herself that she would build a hospital for the needy, so that many others would be spared the sorrow that she had had to bear.

And that she would educate one of her sons to become a doctor.

She achieved both her dreams.


The Humanity Hospital , near Hanspukur , Kolkata, stands testimony to one thing above all.
The change that a single woman's grit and will power can accomplish in the world !

Read her story here. And salute her resolve.

Wait.

We can even emulate her, can't we ?
Just by utilising what we have to the best possible extent. Just by ensuring that our talents don't get wasted away, however small it many seem. Just by being ourselves, and much much beyond that !!

From Subhasini Mistry, I shift my focus to one woman who has it all.
The will, the knowledge, the courage and the ability to achieve her dreams.

It might be that all her powers are so hidden in her that she doesn't seem to recognise them, or it might be that she's aware of it, but is afraid of the society, or her family, or anything else that she finds intimidating.
Or it might be the fear of failure that holds her back.
Or rejection, may be.
It might even be the lack of encouragement, or the feeling of 'being too old' for anything.

Well, you all know the woman I'm speaking about, haven't you guessed ?

You have seen her at least once in your life. With at least one of those traits evident.

Yes, I'm not naming her, I'm sure your guess is right.

So, this Women's Day, let's take all possible steps to release her. It's better late, than never !

She can try,
She can fly.
She can touch the sky !!

A Happy Women's Day to all gorgeous women, and to those wonderful men in our lives !!

Stay Blessed :-)

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The Write Tribe Festival of Words 3 ends today. Check out the wonderful entries for the day's challenge here. We are winding up this edition with the Women's Day !

Friday, 7 March 2014

Dimensions - 55 Fiction Triplets !


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The Message…..

“Is that papa ?”, she pointed  at the brightest star in the night sky.

  I looked at her eyes clothed in innocence and face lined with expectation.

“What do you think?”, I knelt down and took her cheeks in mine.

“ Papa always winks at me”, she shrugged , looking at the star.

  And the star blinked once !

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My Warmth..... 

“Is that you?”, I whispered to the bright light that shone before my eyes.

I tried to feel the warmth of that ball of light by putting out my hands towards it.

Suddenly I felt a glow on me and a warmth from inside.

Yes, this was him.

I felt him grow inside me...

Bliss !    
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Misfit who ?

"You're so much of a misfit, I wish I hadn't married you", he said.

"You've killed the life of my dreams, you can never help me achieve them", his voice echoed across the room. 

She sat huddled in the corner, her tears flowing silently, washing away her stories of sacrificed love, dreams and unspoken desires.
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At Day 6 of The Write Tribe Festival of Words 3 , it is raining  55 Fiction on Friday !!  Check out some wonderful entries here.