A Broken Friendship & A Lost Friend

                               After a very long thought She gathered up the courage to call Him. Its been many years since the last time they spoke. Yet today is important that she kept her self-respect aside and called him. Strangely she didn't even have his mobile number in her Contacts list. But once she thought about him it was matter of seconds before his number flashed in her mind.
                          " MEMORIES ARE STRONG " she sighed. She wondered if he still had her number.Preoccupied with so many thoughts she dialed his number. He picked up after 2 rings. The conversation was however quick, short and sharp.

HE :- "Hello ! " 
SHE :- "Hi ! How are you? "
HE:- "Who are you?"
SHE:- "Heard your mother expired yesterday."
HE :- "TRUE. But who are you?"
SHE :- Sunny, this is Ishita.
HE :- WRONG NUMBER .

                Within Seconds The Line Went Dead So Did Their Years of Friendship.
                Years back She took the Number One spot in His Speed Dial list & now he called it  WRONG NUMBER.

                    

             She poured herself a Hot cup of Coffee and Memories of their journey started a slide show.

                        They met through their mutual friends, became colleagues, then friends, turned out as Best Friends. Their relation was something that everyone around envied. The rapport they shared, the affection they had, the love that bloomed, the promises they made, the memories they built and the time they spent. Every little moment was special for them. Their relation became even more strong when they became part of each others family. Everyone else called them LOVERS but they knew they were BEST FRIENDS.
                      One day when His Mother suddenly fell sick and was admitted in ICU, he called her. Leaving her work and taking day off, She ran to the hospital to be by his side. That's when Ishita met Sunny's family. His father, his Sister were standing outside ICU while Sunny was talking to Doctors. At such times all that A person needs is a Shoulder to lean on, A hug of comfort and A hand to hold. She went to him and took his hand in hers. That very moment he held her hand with a very tight grip. She stood there next to him until he finished talking to the Doctors. After things cooled down, His Father and Sister went home on his insistence while they both stayed. She brought 2 cups of coffee and her heart sank when she saw him sitting on the floor outside ICU with almost no expressions on his face. Sitting next to him She placed her hands on his shoulder. The very next moment he grabbed her hand, hugged her and cried in silence. She never saw a man cry so much that her shoulders were drenched with his tears. Few minutes later , he calmed down.
                           He took her hands in his and said, " My mother is my world. I can't take it if something happens to her. I felt very weak and helpless before you came. The moment you held my hand I felt strong enough to stand because I had you to lean on. Promise me Ishita, Promise me that no matter wherever we are, no matter if we are together or not, Just promise me that you will be with me whenever something happens to my Mother. Promise me that you will still hold my hand and give me your shoulder to lean on. You are My strength in Times of Crisis. Promise Me." he spoke with shivering voice. She immediately said, "Yes, I promise. If not me then who else will be with you.?" She stayed with their family for the next one month and looked after his mother. And that is how she became a part of their family. Life was pretty picture from then on. His mother recovered quickly and their bond strengthened.  Everything was sailing smooth until She got a New Job in another Company. Interactions and Outings with Sunny became less because of Time constraints. That is where all the trouble started brewing.
                          Sunny became insecure , possessive , aggressive and started suspecting her. They fought almost everyday because of this and at one point She couldnot take it anymore. Even after trying to mend things, it did not turn out well. Neither of them knew when and How their friendship ended but Both of them suffered in Silence.
                        LOSING A FRIEND HITS YOU HARD IN THE HEART. Years passed on and None of them cared to call the other. May be Ego, May be Self-Respect , May be they moved on or May be they want the other one to call first. This went on for a good 6 years Until the day she got a call from one of their Mutual friends who said that Sunny's mother passed away that day. And then memories came back crawling in fast motion. Along with the memories they built, She remembered the Promises they made. 

                        Without a Second thought, she picked up her phone to call him. But wait, she doesn't have his number. As she closed her eyes with despair, his number started flashing in her mind. Yes, That is how relations are. You can Delete their number and erase their pics, but when you want to remember them they come out in fraction of seconds as if they were always there for you. She dialed his number and then the conversation that she will remember her entire life happened.The moment he said "WRONG NUMBER" the ground under her feet trembled. Slowly she shut down the memory box and came to her senses. Life goes on She whispered to herself.
    Making Promises in Good times is One thing But Keeping them in Bad times is what matters. 
The main Problem in relations is We all Take people for granted. We believe there is always a Next time. We think we live forever. We want People to wait as long as we won't get our Anger out of our hearts.
                       But Wait, WILL PEOPLE LAST THAT LONG???
EVERYTIME YOU MEET SOMEONE MIGHT BE YOUR LAST TIME WITH THEM.
EVERYTIME YOU TALK TO SOMEONE MIGHT BE THE LAST TIME YOU HEAR THEM.
              Then why can't we make best of every moment ? In the Long run of life, many people will walk in and walk out. But if you lose the real ones to your anger and Pride, no matter who else is there with you, you are nothing more than a Living Corpse. Every relation deserves a Second chance But Be careful because not everyone gives you a second chance. 

            DO NOT LET RELATIONS DIE UNTIL & UNLESS ONE OF YOU DIE .
                              
    

My PRECIOUS RING FINGER

Life is Strange and Our World is definitely Round. 
Few things happen as if they were meant to happen. 
We meet those people whose face we don't want to remember in nightmares either.
That particular day seemed as if every Frame was Pre-designed.
Unexpectedly Met my friend Shanti on my way back from Office and we went to a nearby Restaurant.
We settled in our seats and opened the lid of our Memories Box.

         Just then I heard A Guy sitting behind our Table say
                 "You are my One and Only".
Pretty simple line but it stopped my thoughts right there.
The line was very familiar and so was the voice. I tried to ignore what I heard and the same time I saw Shanti a bit perplexed.Sometimes sixth sense works faster than Common Sense. I couldn't stop myself from turning back to see the Guy. 
And Yes we have Sixth sense for a reason. 

              Looking at him made my heart stop for a minute. With a Rose in one hand and a girls hand in another he was saying some sweet and cheeky lines to her. But the one line he often said was "You are my One and Only." Clearly the girl was swept off her feet. After 2 years I saw Sandesh.

              Slowly past started unwinding in front of me. Shanti , Sandesh and I went to the same college. Sandesh was Tall and handsome with dark looks and Intense features. Moreover he was there for any one who needed help and this made him Ladies favorite. We became very good friends.

              One day he asked me out for lunch.Our first date happened and I was totally floored that very day. 
He said " Don't you think its time for you to acknowledge my feelings. I am girls favorite and you are my favorite. There will always be numerous stars in the sky But only One Moon. You are that Moon for me and I don't want to let you go. Bright up my Sky with your love."
             YOU ARE MY ONE AND ONLY. I LOVE YOU.
              3 years of Love life and there was not even a single day when he ignored me or cornered me. He asked me not to tell our friends about our relation and I too had no interest in declaring our relationship as it was a private matter. This continued for 3 years and as he promised he never let me down nor did he hurt me once. He always made me feel special, he loved me in a way no one else did. 
Suddenly this love story and My heart too received an awesome crack one day.
                                                  I was passing through the Seminar hall and heard someone say YOU ARE MY ONE AND ONLY. The voice sounded very familiar so did the line. Crossing my fingers and secretly wishing that guy to be someone else I looked through the window. There with a rose in his hands and the girls hands in another stood my Man of 3 years Sandesh. Tears filled my eyes and I couldn't see the girl. Barely managed to walk away from there but very soon I received a call from him. For one last time I wanted to listen to his sweet words and see his super cool personality for which I fell head over heels in love with him.  Strangely I did not want to confront him. I heard many girls gossiping that Sandesh went out with few of them. Totally blind in love that I only laughed at those gossips. Now do I really have the right to question him?
When We met he went on his knees, pulled out an awesome ring from his pocket and popped out the question that I was eagerly waiting to hear from him since 2 years.
 "Will you marry me?"
Shanti tapped on my shoulder and I  came back to Present. She was talking about her life, career and love. And out of nowhere A powerful Explosive Blew on my Face.
"I broke up with Sandesh 2 months back," she said. "What ?" I almost screamed.
He proposed me 2 years back in college.In the Seminar Hall which was our regular love spot.
                YOU ARE MY ONE AND ONLY he promised but later I found out that he is just a player with a Gentleman Image which he created for himself. He is not the kind person we all witness. He uses Sympathy to make girls fall for him. He has a Ring for every girl he goes out with. Once she accepts and they make out, slowly he uses his family as an excuse to distance himself from commitment. I had a live in relation with him and found all this only after I was totally Used and Discarded. No regrets though.
Every word that she spoke hit me like a Missile. Lots of questions confused me that moment.
I somehow managed to finish the dinner and we came out quietly.
That night I took out my old dairy and opened the page where I wrote on the day of my break up.
"You Broke my Heart in a way that No other Guy can Fix it
You Broke my Trust and I can no longer Trust a true Gentleman
I might forget you one day ; I might forgive you one day
But I can never fall in Love any day. "

Closing the diary I looked at my Ring finger. 
It looked Pretty and Beautiful without any Ring or String attached to it.
A smile escaped my lips and I am glad that the day he went on his knees for me
I SHOWED HIM THE MIDDLE FINGER instead of MY PRECIOUS RING FINGER.
And What more I am more than Happy to be SINGLE .

Her Kiss breathed Life into his Soul

                                                       

                                                     

                                                       As she went on her knees and proposed him, he couldn't react for a minute. The very next moment he said "YES" picked her up. She kept the ring to his finger and kissed him on his forehead. That was the best proposal I ever witnessed and I found myself wiping my tears. This is the most common proposal for most of us the only difference is the girl went on her knees. But trust me, by the time you finish reading this real life story you too will wipe your tears.
                                                     
                                                      Sanjay, I met this guy through my friend Vidya. He is tall,handsome and behaves like a true gentleman. The first impression he leaves on others is very strong that you can't stop respecting him. That day being Vidya's birthday we went out to celebrate. Two things were clear for anyone who was watching them. Vidya is head over heels in love with him and Sanjay did not like people touching him. Even when she was about to give him cake, he took a step back and maintained distance. It was quite surprising. Though she felt sad, she managed a smile on her face all that time. As a matter of fact, he did not allow anyone to touch him that's what I felt. When we were about to leave a bike came so rashly. She was very close to the bike. Instead of pulling her back, he jumped and stood in front of her and was hit by the bike. Though it was a small scratch he got, the whole incident looked very weird and odd to me.
                                                 
                                                      In these days where Physical intimacy and show off is the bread and butter of people in love, this Sanjay stood out from that crowd. Later that night Vidya said , " He has a very caring heart and loving personality. He never does or says anything that hurts me. He is the prince charming every girl could ever dream of. But I don't know the reason why he never even allows me to walk hand in hand with him. Not just me, he doesn't like even his best friends patting him on the shoulder. This is something that is troubling me. Though he did not propose me still, will he ever accept me if I propose? " After listening this I was sure that one day this girl might get hurt because of her love. Days were passing by and Sanjay became a very good friend of mine. One day I got a call from him when I was about to leave for work. His voice was a bit shaky. He asked me if I could meet him for an hour. I had to choose between my work and a friend in need. So I took late permission and went to meet him.
                                                After few minutes of silence he started speaking " I know Vidya loves me and wants to build her future with me. But I cannot allow that to happen. You are her close friend so please convince her to back off before she gets hurt. I cant give you reasons for this. You alone can do this because you are best at understanding someones pain.Can you do this for me?" These words came so smoothly from him that I was confused for a moment if he was asking me a favour or doing her a favour.
                                                I said ,"Unless you tell me the exact reason for your behaviour and this meeting I cannot help you. There is something bothering you for a very long time. And I guess this is the right time to let it out if you think Iam the right person to hear.May be I can be of help then".
                                              He continued," OK. You are not someone who judges a person blindly. So I am telling you the real reason. My Father died because of HIV". I looked at him and he continued without raising his head. " He died when I was 5 years old. Relatives and neighbours did not even attend his funeral. In school, children did not like to sit next to me.They did not allow me to play with them.Though I tried to go near them and play they ran from there. At home neighbours stopped talking to us. All the time I could see my mother crying. As a kid I couldn't understand what was the reason for this sudden change in my life.For me what I needed was kids to play with and study with.But no one came near me. Two months later my mother committed suicide and died. I was left all alone by myself. That's when my school principal took me under his wings.He got admission for me in a boarding school and he looked after my needs and everything. He was The only man who hugged me after my parents died. I longed for that touch,a kiss, a hug from people. But they shut their doors on me. So I shut my heart from them.For them I am just the son of parents who died of HIV.All I ever wanted was to grow up fast and show them that I am more than that.The wounds and scars from that incident never left me.I give love to others unconditionally but I cant let someone near me. The hug my principal gave me was the last touch I ever felt.After he died I became orphan again. Though I managed to settle well now,still the fact is my parents died of HIV.I cant take it if Vidya leaves me after learning about the truth. Is this reason enough for you to convince her to move on " ??
                                              I sat there at loss of words looking at him. His eyes became red and my heart weighed heavy.I saw his hands trembling and without a second thought I took his hands and held them.He did not take them back nor did he try to.Tears kept rolling from his eyes and that was the first time ever I saw a man cry. Trust me it was heart melting to witness a guy cry.Unlike the saying "NEVER TRUST A MAN WHO CRIES" I always thought Men have the right to cry too. Few minutes later he pulled himself together and smiled. May be the so far rough heart got a crack, may be the tears melted his years pain,may be the person who gave love all this while is the person who actually needed it. After half an hour or so we left from there. My mind was full of questions and all i could think was how cruel the society can be. The next day I gathered my guts together to speak to Vidya. She listened to every word i spoke. She broke into tears and she sat there in her room all night alone without talking to anyone. The following day she came to me and said "Call Sanjay and ask him to meet us in the evening.You are coming with me and don't ask anymore questions". There was no harshness when she spoke. It was a determined voice and I wondered what she was going to do.
                                               When we met in the evening few minutes of silence prevailed between us. Though I did not understand what I was doing there I couldn't initiate the conversation. Then the missiles started firing from Vidyas words. She turned to me and said "You are the witness to what I am saying and what I am  about to do." I nodded and she looked at Sanjay.
                                             "So you are the Son of parents who died of HIV. This fact doesn't change a bit even after you die.Does that mean you have to die with that tag. I might get a man with better parental background but I want no one except you.Instead of looking yourself as what others called you hold my hand and walk with me.As days pass by you will be see yourself as a loving husband and adoring father to our kids.In the long run we may fight,argue and even come to a point where we break up. I am ready for everything. But do not let this past injury of yours be the reason for the end of our yet to begin love journey.Let we be the sole reason for our happiness,arguments,fights,makeup and breakup."
                                            Saying so she went down on her knees,took out a ring and said the best words I ever heard " Sanjay I promise that I shall hold your heart till the end and will never leave you alone.I love you no matter who's son you are. WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
                                           He couldn't react for a minute. The very next moment he said "YES"  and picked her up.She kept the ring to his finger and kissed him on his forehead. As I wiped my tears they came to me and hugged with much happiness. Last year they walked down the aisle hand in hand and got married.

                         AND THAT IS HOW HE GOT HIS FIRST KISS AND TRUE LOVE

Daddy or Mummy ... Whom Do you love the most ???

Whom Do you love the most.... Mummy or Daddy ?
Ever faced this question as a child ?
Ever asked any child the same question ?

"A lot of times" will be our answer. And we also know the world famous reply children give to this world  famous question. Boy says he loves his mother and Girl says she loves her father. 

Once try to remember your answer that you gave as a kid. 
Now I am asking you the same question. 
"Whom do you love the most .. Mummy or Daddy? "  Keep your answer on hold.
Before you give your answer , wait until you read the story below.

Few days back I went to my cousin Rupa's house. She has a daughter aged 3years, Chandana. Rupa's husband works in Dubai. He visits them once in a year and spends one month with his family. As it was Christmas he came home and there were relatives too. All the day Rupa was busy attending to Chandanas needs. 

As all kids do, Chandu (chandanas pet name) was giving her mother tough time. She was throwing milk here and there, spilling food, pouring water everywhere,tearing new papers. In simple words, chandu made the total house a mess in less than an hour. Rupa cleaned all that without complaining nor shouting at the kid. I was surprised at the patience level a mother can have. May be only a mother can have. We all had our breakfast but Rupa still was busy with her kid that she did not even bother about her own self.
We all sat down to talk while chandu was playing with the new toys her dad bought for her.

Suddenly one of the relatives asked Chandu "Whom do you love the most .. Mummy or Daddy? "
Chandu looked at her, gave a big smile and shouted " I love my Daddy". Saying so she ran into her fathers arms and he kissed her with pride.
At that same moment, I turned to see Rupa and I saw a clear disappointment on her face. All the glow that she had on her face till now seemed to fade away.

So I walked to her and sat next to her. The words she spoke next made me think.
" It was not an easy ride for me after marriage. When we came to know that I am pregnant, he asked me to quit my job and stay at home. I gave up my dream job because I thought my kid comes first and then my dreams. The 9 months of pregnancy period was lot more tiring. My total health got disturbed. Still i put up with all that because for me my child mattered the most. Then on the delivery table I almost died. But when I woke up and saw the baby I forgot all the pain I went through. From then on till now, I never thought about myself. My day starts with Chandu and ends with her. In the past 3 years, my husband spent just 5 months with us. It was me who looked after every little detail that is related to my child.  
But do you realise how lucky her father is? He gets all her love. See even now she said she loves her father. What about me ? Don't I deserve to get that love? Anyway this is what happens to every mother. Now I realise how much it must have hurt my mother whenever I said I love my father the most. Tables have turned now."

Just then Chandu came to us. With a smile on her face my cousin said,"I will change her diaper and come." That very moment I realised a lot.

Why do we ask kids this stupid question? 
Why should we ask them to choose between their parents who gave them life?
Why are we telling them that mother and father are not one?
Who gave us the right to create a difference in their tender minds ?
Why don't we realise that mother and father are equally important for a child?
Why should it always be Daddy vs Mummy ? 
Why can't it be Daddy and Mummy?
The truth is both mother and father strive hard in their own ways to give their children the best of the world. So why choose one of them when both of them together gave birth to you ???

Before the conversation I had with Rupa, even I was the girl who never let a chance go out of hand to tell the world that I love my Dad the most. How foolish I was. It pinched me when I thought what my mother must have felt all these 30 years. The next thing I did was to call my mother and say "Ma, I love you".

Now that you read the story,  remember your answer you gave as a kid.
What will be your answer now ???

Senzai Ichiguu - A life time Chance

                                    You never know where a journey leads you unless you complete it. If everything goes according to your plan then why is God there for . You plan something and go but when you reach there the outcome is totally different. 

                                   But for sure a SENZAI ICHIGUU can happen when you do not even dream about it.  Well It happened to me in a very strange way.

                                    Two weeks back I was totally busy with my tight schedule of treating patients, charting out Social work, planning my next phase of green project. No time to spare  for other things. Suddenly one day I received a text message from Manju Latha , the creator of Rice bucket challenge. She asked me if I could come over and render my support for her challenge in a TV program. The shooting was to take place in Hyderabad and that too it was just two days after. I hardly had 4 hours to decide if I have to go or not.  The more I thought about it, the more I felt there is no way I can go. Even if I said Yes, still I am not sure if I can get tickets for the very next day. Even if I get tickets, I am confused what I will be doing there in the show. But before I could give any excuses to her, my brother got a ticket confirmed for my journey and my parents wanted me to go.  So finally I said Yes. She could have had anyone on the show to support her, but she preferred to chose me and I did not want to let her down.
I quote this as "An Unwilling Journey" because every time I had to travel away from my parents, I feel separated. 

                                  I boarded the train and occupied my berth. I always prefer day journey with side upper berth as it keeps me isolated and I enjoy my journey by reading a book. This time I was busy talking to my friends about relief work that we were planning for Hudhud Victims in Vizag. Train reached Eluru and an elderly lady came and sat next to me. She got side lower berth. Soon we both started conversing. She is Dhanalaxmi , 58 yrs old and she was headed to Hyd for some function. She over heard me talking about relief work and rice bucket challenge. She asked me to explain what it was and I told her about both and we talked for few hours.After having lunch, we occupied our respective berths to catch some sleep. By the time I woke up , she was already awake. We exchanged phone numbers and talked over tea. When train was about to reach Hyd, she suddenly took a 500 rupee note and gave it to me. She said, " As of now I do not have much to give you for the relief work you are planning to do. But once I reach home I will send you more. And from today I will take up rice bucket challenge. Daily I will keep some rice aside into a container and once it is full I shall distribute it. You inspired me a lot and I have never met a young girl like you who is after social service and not after boys.You are a daughter I never had". I was shocked to hear this at first but then I realized how amazing lady she is. Trusting a stranger whom you met on a train is not a usual sight these days. Her wonderful gesture changed my opinion to some extent. She taught me that no matter how many cheaters you come across, still there are people who make us believe in trust.

                                    Next day I went for shoot and there I met the lady herself Manju Latha. It gives you a kind of power to look ahead when you meet people who are as determined as you are when it comes to a dream you have to chase. Felt the same when we spent time together. That’s when it happened. Few college students who were there for the shoot came over and asked me if I was some actress. I was laughing my heart out when Manju replied them that I act in "Pasupu - kumkuma" and a girl came forward and asked me for autograph. The most hilarious and heart touching incident I can never forget. We had a great time shooting and also the students were a delight to hangout.We spoke about "three plant challenge" and the social work. I could not spend much time as I had to meet my best friend and I was running out of time. When I bid them good bye one boy came to me and said " All this while I was so depressed about my future. But talking to you filled me with new spirit and gave me much needed motivation. You are my celebrity whom I will remember always". I was speechless. Wished him good luck and moved from there.  

                                     From there I rushed to be with my friend. She is my very close friend and we bonded a lot over cold coffee for an year. From boys to breezers we bond over anything. Its been 4 long years that we were not in touch and we wanted to spend at least few minutes together. The long ,warm hug that you get once you meet your loved ones, boosts up your energy and we could not let go each other from that hug. Hugs and kisses followed and then to my surprise she said that she will go home late as we don't know when we will meet again.Our fav Cold Coffee, conversations, fun, photos, food a lot happened and the gap of 4 years mattered nothing. Had a wonderful blast and well we had to leave. The 5 minutes of meeting we planned turned out to be a few hours memorable time. And till the next time we meet, no matter how many years it takes, these memories keep our relation alive. 

                                       I went on this unwilling journey with half heart. I did not even know in the first place why Manju chose me to be there. But today when I look back , everything makes sense. All the pieces put together made a formed special part of my life.  

Meeting Dhana laxmi aunty taught me to trust no matter who cheats. The young student on the sets may be needed my words to get motivated. And the time I spent with my Bestie was written before itself. I am pretty sure none of this would have happened in the same way or in a better way even if I planned all this before.  

All this is Destiny. And the "UNWILLING JOURNEY turned out to be SENZAI ICHIGUU". 

A big thankyou to Manju Latha for inviting me.
If not for her , I would not have even dreamed about any of these incidents.  Went with less hope And I came back with a Life time Memories to cherish. THATS DESTINY FOR YOU.  

SENZAI ICHIGUU means A CHANCE OF LIFE TIME.
 It is a Japanese word used for a very rare happening that has touched your life and remained with you ever since.  I had my Senzai Ichiguu moment. What about you?  

One Life - Many Seasons

                                                         We judge people very quickly on the basis of what we see, what we hear and what we think they are. Well, read this short story to know if its really proper to Judge a person without experiencing what that person went through.

                                                          There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each in a expedition, in turn, to go and look at a peer tree that was a great distance away.

                                                          The first son went in winter, the Second in the spring, the Third in the summer and the youngest in the autumn. When they had all gone and comeback, he called them together to explain what they had seen.

1st son :    The tree was ugly,bent and twisted.

2nd son :   No ! It was covered with green buds and full of promise.

3rd son :    I disagree , he said.
                 It was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful.
                 It was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.

4th son :    He disagreed with all of them.
                He said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfilment.

                                                          The man then explained to his sons that they were all right. Because they had each seen but only one season in the trees life.

                                              He told them , " You cannot judge a tree or a person by only one season. The essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that comes form that life can only be measured at the end when all seasons are over."

                                               This story might be a small one. But for sure it teaches us the biggest and most important lesson of our life. If you learnt something from this then you are definitely making someone's life Better by not being a Judge about their life and their Character.

                                                                We are no One to Judge Someone because We ourselves are not Perfect. No one is perfect here and that's what makes each one of us Unique in our own ways.

         GOD IS THE BEST JUDGE... FOR HE KNOWS ALL OUR SEASONS AND REASONS.
                     

DUSTBINS ARE MEANT FOR TRASH ... NOT FOR CHILDREN

                                         

                                              Dumping became the new Fashion in this fast track world. We are too busy with our lives that we hardly care about what's happening around us. Or may be we just give it a blind eye so that we can escape our responsibility towards society. This incident is giving me sleepless nights since past 3 months. Till date it haunts me as i was unable to do anything about this. I feel so ashamed for not acting on this matter till now. Today it happened in my own home town. 

                                            In January 2014, I came across a news article in my district edition. A just born baby was left in the dump yard behind Govt.Hospital , Eluru. Baby was hardly 2 hours old. People working in the dump yard heard baby cry. By the time they reached there, the baby died. Baby did not die a natural death. She was stripped and bitten by stray dogs & pigs ate her flesh by piercing the sensitive body. Almost intestines came out and baby was covered totally in blood. What a terrible death for a baby who didn't even open her eyes. After reading the news i was totally disturbed for the whole day. 

                                              As days passed by, almost every other day i read about such incidents. Infants who are just hours old are being dumped in the dustbin behind the Govt.Hospitals and are left to their fate which is nothing but death. And that death was in the hands of Dogs and Pigs. I read of about 12 infant deaths in this way in just a span of 2 months. I thought about this a lot. But couldn't come to a possible conclusion as of what is the main reason behind this. I called up the News Reporter who had been reporting this news all this while. I asked him the details and what he told me made me speechless.
                                             He said, " Madam, there are many infant deaths that go unreported. Daily at least 3 babies are dumped in Dustbins and they die this way.The mothers of these infants are aged between 17 - 22 years and most of them are students. This is the result of unwanted pregnancy. There is nothing much that we can do about this. Even hospital authorities know that such incidents happen but still they do not report to police because all they need is money. Only some NGO or private organisations should take care about this."
                                             For the next 2 days i contacted many authorities to get more information about this. The info i gathered was even more moving.
                                             Infant deaths were once reported mostly in agency areas and tribal areas. This was because they were uneducated, illiterates, poor and women there were raped by high class people and later left to their fate. Women living in tribal and agency areas were left with no option but to kill the child who was the result of adulteration & rapes. This can be justified to some extent. But as of now, such infant deaths are being reported mainly in cities and that too the age of mother is not exceeding 22 years. This is the result of unwanted pregnancy,illegitimate affairs, sleeping in the name of love to get over with pleasures, adulteration and sleeping for luxuries. 
                                           Who should be blamed for this ?  For sure I am not going to question Men.  The total blame is on women this time. 

What a shame on such women. How can they ever be called Mothers? 

Is this why we call our Country a place of traditions, values and morals ?

Is this how you are supposed to kill your blood ?  

When you know how to take care of your pleasures, don't you know to take protection ?

Why should a baby die for your sins ?

When you know you are not gonna take responsibility of the baby , why cant you get aborted in the start itself? 

Wont this sin of yours haunt you for your life time? 

We make a big scene when our finger gets cut while doing cooking. Then can't you imagine how much it pains for a baby who is being pierced, bitten and eaten by animals while they are alive ?

 I am falling short of words now. 
                                               All the so called young, educated girls who are responsible for such child deaths , please think once. When you know you are pregnant and you don't want the child, please kindly get aborted. Killing a foetus that has no life is better than killing a child who has a right to live.

                                              If you can't get aborted and you give birth to a child, please do not throw them in the dustbins. Leave them in the hospital or atleast on the steps of some orphanage. For gods sake, let the child live.  Do not punish the child for your mistake. There are many women who do not have children. Kindly give your child for adoption if you feel child is burden for you. Do not kill the child.

                                              Its a kind request for such women who are pathetic, void of humanity and who leave a black mark on motherhood. Please let the child live.

                                                As a part of my responsibility I spoke to govt authorities concerning to this department ,Women & child welfare development authority and also with few political leaders. Talks are in progress. Very soon when I am granted permission by the concerned authorities, I am planning to start an orphanage for these kids. It may take time and it may be tough. If  we are able to save at least one child from dying in the dump yard, then that's what gives us a right to live.If anyone interested to join hands in this work, they are welcome. If anyone has any ideas and suggestions about this ,then please post your valuable words. 

                        " DUMP YOUR PREGNANCY ... NOT YOUR CHILD "