RECAP: In the last episode we saw Bapu started going to the school. Laxmi started learning as Bapu taught her whatever he learned in the school. Laxmi first got herself literate and then started teaching her other siblings. Once Kiran runs from the house and join a Independence March. She doesn’t return home and after hearing news on radio about a mob lathi charged Jija and others start worrying about her. And now the story continues…
Thak! Thak! Thak! Let me in, please let me in! A girl shouted at Raghav’s door. Raghav came running and saw through a small window who was shouting. He saw a girl bleeding. There was blood on her face, blood clotted on her forehead where it took dark crimson red color. She was shivering with fear and if not given support would have felled at his doorstep. Raghav rushed and opened the door. He took her inside, closed the door behind her. He called Rohini, to look at the girl. She saw the girl, hugged her to make her feel better. Then told her to sit and went in the kitchen to bring some hot water. There were no medicines other than natural means. She put some Neem leaves in the water while boiling it. Kiran was sitting in the corner shivering, Raghav looked at her and Kiran saw that he was waiting with thousands of questions for her. Rohini came with warm water and a towel. She cleaned her forehead and the blood over face. Rohini took a glance at her cleaned face, Kiran was a beautiful girl, even with a cute face line her eyes were full of confidence and the depth in her eyes showed the depth of her mind and thoughts.
Rohini poured the remaining hot water in the bucket gave her a towel and told her to wash her hands and legs, also gave her a dress to wear. The couple didn’t had a baby but they always donated dresses to the children residing in the Aashram. This was the reason they had a spare dress. While she was in the bathroom, she heard Madhav talking to Rohini about her. She didn’t mind it, because it was but obvious that they were surprised with whatever happened to them.
Back home Jija didn’t turn off the radio as they were constantly updating the list of the identities of the people who were dead and those who were injured. Many of the names were familiar but there no where she heard name of Kiran. She was depressed as hours passed. It was only a couple of hours that Madhav would return home. Will she be able to tell all this to him? What will be his reactions, many questions hovered her mind which made her much more depressed. She started preparing dinner. Laxmi sat down near the window gazing outside thinking of her sister. She was not able to do anything and even if she would have been able to leave house what she would have done? She just thought that she someone would come to that window and Atleast tell her something about Kiran.
Jija was busy making Dinner, meanwhile someone knocked the door, and she went running with all the hopes and opened the door. Her face went pale after seeing Madhav at the door. She didn’t move for a minute. Madhav shook her, what happened Jija? She came back from the trance and said “Nothing, Nothing, what happened, Come! Come in!” Ok Listen Madhav said, “I am in hurry, I have to go the Ram Mandir today night, they have arranged a Kirtan and I have to be there for the complete night.” “Prepare dinner for me quickly and I will leave.” You and children then eat together.” Understood! He said holding Jija’s shoulders. She said yes! I will do. You get fresh Dinner is ready. As he went in, she gave a sigh of relief. Every day Madhav insisted that Dinner should be done with all family members together. That was the time all the children used to talk to there father about there day, whatever they did or learnt anything new. Laxmi and Kiran always told then they learnt one or another food item. Madhav was also interested in what they did; he also shared about his day. What did he preach the people, if there is something special that happened that day, he used to take all the kids, Jija in the Waranda after the dinner and tell them the whole story.
When the Madhav came home all the children were near the window to hear who came in. After hearing there Dad’s voice they all also were panicked. But after sometime they saw that Jija was not that much worried and so they understood that may be something good has happened. They went back doing there own work. Madhav came to kitchen saw the time he had some half hour, so she asked Jija call the children its about time to take dinner we will have it together. She listened and again she was shocked. She said, No its ok, why make them eat in hurry. I will make there food after sometime. So that they will be able to eat when its still hot. He agreed, and asked for the plate. He took his dinner, took his bag, a typical bag which a Brahmin carried. Went near the room where all the children were sitting, and told them that he was not there or the dinner today with them. They all shouted its Ok! But they took promise that tomorrow’s Lunch he will be with them, He didn’t promise but said I will try my Best kids. Now you all listen I am not there today night, please take care of your Mom. He left home. Jija sat down. Tears came from her eyes. Kiran’s face was hovering in her mind.
Kiran came out from the bathroom. Dried her legs and came to the Kitchen where they both were waiting. She was ready to face any of there questions. She entered, her plate was ready, she said, she don’t want food, she is ok. But after Rohini insisted her she agreed to take the food. While having food, Rohini told her about them. She was a house wife. They moved in Nagaon only a year ago. They were leaving near a small village near Pen, Raigad. There they made idols of God. The cost of living was high there and also Raghav’s Job made them shift here to Nagaon. Rohini told all this to her to make a good rapport with her, so that she will be more comfortable with them. She was very much correct and before they would ask anything to her, Kiran spoke.
I ran away from house. They both stunned. I ran away as I wanted to fight for our freedom. I don’t like to be sitting at home and people giving away there lives for the freedom. I went to a march… before she said anything Raghav spoke… Rohini told you that my job made us shift over here. If you want to know what kind of job I do then listen… I am a Freedom Fighter. Working of a home company “Bharat Chodo” and we are here to make a team co- ordinate people like you to use there feelings in right way. We have our sources to make money for our work. We are in all a team of 15 people who work in different parts of Maharashtra. We are now making local teams which will me in our contact and do the work as needed. They will be trained and kept ready for operations.
Kiran shouted… “I am IN”
*** What will be Raghav’s answer to this? Is she too small to do all this? But she is the one who can be there most important person. Is his search ended here? What work do Raghav has in his mind for Kiran? What will happen when Madhav comes back home the next day? All this will be answered in next episode. ***
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Episode 2
Having taken there part of the breakfast they rushed back again to there room. One took plates; one took glasses and water jug. They went to the room. The pleasure in all this was even though they had a little to eat, they always had there food together. All the siblings were very close to each other. Having shared the same treatment everyone knew about there sorrows each one faced. It took hardly 5 minutes for them to eat there part. But the story doesn’t end here, they had to go back again wash there plates, dry them with cloth and again put them on the right place so there isn’t any clue left behind of there breakfast. Father took a long bath as it consisted of chanting many mantras after and during his bath.
They all quickly ran to there rooms, and then thinking about the whole day ahead, Laxmi sat in her favorite corner of room near the window with a beautiful scenic view. She was the one who had to do a lot in her Life but that was only in her mind. Nothing was possible for her to do and this she knew it very well. It was about 7:00 am and she saw all the village students taking there bag packs and going to school. Bag packs included a slate pencil and a rough cloth. Those days most of the times the Teacher used to tell them real stories of the freedom fighters.
The students used to get so involved they always shouted “Jay Hind” at the end of the story. There Eyes filled with water when there Super Hero one of the freedom Fighter died. The climate became enthusiastic whenever they heard any good news. Laxmi sitting near the window always heard the noise from the nearby school and used to get up with a cheer and then again sit as she never saw how a school looked like. What did the kids did there. Madhav there father never thought of teaching his girls. But this year Bapu was of 5 years and the good news was he will now start attending the school.
The only hope for the girls was now they are going to catch Bapu for whatever he did in the school. So he was a student in the school and a teacher at home. Quite a tough job for that kid! But then he was a bright child. Within a month he was starting his academics. Laxmi was never jealous why she was not sent to school when her younger brother Bapu was! She knew the situation and tried to find solutions on it. Whenever Bapu came back home from the school when everyone were listening to what the new story he learnt in the school, she took his slate and the faint letters which remained even after rubbing the slate she darkened it again. But then those were sometimes numbers sometimes Marathi letters. She never knew what they were called. She darkened the letters or numbers go to Bapu after he finished his story telling session and then used to ask him about the pronunciations of those letters. Bapu even though tired never ignored her and helped her in studying.
As Bapu learnt in school, others listened to stories and Laxmi was till then learning as fast as she could. Because she knew she had a very little time left to learn. Within a month she learnt the basic letters and numbers. She was very much happy with her progress. She wanted to learn very fast. She wanted to write words and then sentences and then paragraphs. All this hard work was to write whatever she thought, whatever she composed. Some qualities of Jija her mother were seen very prominent in her. She also had a good voice and with this she was a good poetess too.
She always tried to combine words and make a few little rhyming lines. Recite them. But then after all the time at window there were many small poems in her mind and a little space in her mind to keep them. Papers and pencils were not so much popular in those days. But then she kept whatever blank papers she found and pencil she would find in Bapu’s back pack.
She was improving her writing skills day by day. Whenever Bapu went to school in the morning, she took her other siblings and taught her whatever she had mastered and learnt. So now these days they got some way to pass there time in the house. They enjoyed there new sessions. Day by day they all were getting literate and the most happy person was there mother Jija. She helped them doing there studies as she also went to school for a couple of years before getting married.
Once, they took there lunch and were sitting in the hall rather Waranda what it is called playing a game of marbles. There they heard a sound from long distance… A mob with flags in there hand with a Charkha on it. As the crowd passed from lane one or another person joined the mob and it grew as if birds join there community while returning home. The mob passed from there house. Everyone looked at Bapu expecting him to join it. Many kids of his age were in that mob looking at him. Bapu saw them but he took a step back and without uttering a word gave them a negative answer. All the kids looked from the Waranda, but one of them was eager to join the mob. She was shouting from the Waranda, but was not able to take part in it. At last, she broke out and ran from the Waranda in to the mob. Jija shouted Kiran wait, that’s not a place for you. She never stopped, she ran away in to mob. Jija took all of them to there room. She sat there thinking of Kiran, when will she come, will she come or not? What is she going to answer to Madhav… All these questions and bad thoughts covered her mind.
It was about 2:00 PM when she ran into the crowd. From the age of 3 years, Kiran was very naughty and always tried to do which was expected from a boy. She was very firm with her decisions and never was involved emotionally in the family. Whenever there father went out for telling Puja in Mandir or for preaching at any place, she always found a way out, run to nearby police station. These days, some of our freedom fighters used to meet at a place which they called as a police station. There they secretly trained the freedom fighters with rigorous training. Running miles every morning, hard work, Baithaks with one man on the back of other, and even with there huge muscles they were as swift as a Cheetah. When they ran miles they never ran on plane land, going up on the hills and then coming back down. These made them very much tough. Seeing them from outside, Kiran was a lot impressed by all this. She always wanted to be a part of them.
Whenever she heard that there father was going to send Bapu to the secret military school at the age of 10 years, she always thought that if Bapu is not interested she is going on his place. But then she also knew that her parents at any cost are not going to allow this. So she was preparing herself for any conditions which she will have to face within a year or so. Jija knew all this and so she was more worried. Has that time come? Has she lost one of her Girl so early? Will she survive this Drive? She only had to Pray and face the situation she had to after Madhav comes.
She tuned in the radio and heard… “A mob Lathi Charged by English men near a small village near Alibaug… Many died in stamping many injured and taken to nearby government hospital” tears rolled down from Jija’s eyes… Is Kiran injured or ……?
*** Lets see what’s there written in Kiran’s Life and what is Laxmi’s part in all this. In the upcoming episode next week ***
They all quickly ran to there rooms, and then thinking about the whole day ahead, Laxmi sat in her favorite corner of room near the window with a beautiful scenic view. She was the one who had to do a lot in her Life but that was only in her mind. Nothing was possible for her to do and this she knew it very well. It was about 7:00 am and she saw all the village students taking there bag packs and going to school. Bag packs included a slate pencil and a rough cloth. Those days most of the times the Teacher used to tell them real stories of the freedom fighters.
The students used to get so involved they always shouted “Jay Hind” at the end of the story. There Eyes filled with water when there Super Hero one of the freedom Fighter died. The climate became enthusiastic whenever they heard any good news. Laxmi sitting near the window always heard the noise from the nearby school and used to get up with a cheer and then again sit as she never saw how a school looked like. What did the kids did there. Madhav there father never thought of teaching his girls. But this year Bapu was of 5 years and the good news was he will now start attending the school.
The only hope for the girls was now they are going to catch Bapu for whatever he did in the school. So he was a student in the school and a teacher at home. Quite a tough job for that kid! But then he was a bright child. Within a month he was starting his academics. Laxmi was never jealous why she was not sent to school when her younger brother Bapu was! She knew the situation and tried to find solutions on it. Whenever Bapu came back home from the school when everyone were listening to what the new story he learnt in the school, she took his slate and the faint letters which remained even after rubbing the slate she darkened it again. But then those were sometimes numbers sometimes Marathi letters. She never knew what they were called. She darkened the letters or numbers go to Bapu after he finished his story telling session and then used to ask him about the pronunciations of those letters. Bapu even though tired never ignored her and helped her in studying.
As Bapu learnt in school, others listened to stories and Laxmi was till then learning as fast as she could. Because she knew she had a very little time left to learn. Within a month she learnt the basic letters and numbers. She was very much happy with her progress. She wanted to learn very fast. She wanted to write words and then sentences and then paragraphs. All this hard work was to write whatever she thought, whatever she composed. Some qualities of Jija her mother were seen very prominent in her. She also had a good voice and with this she was a good poetess too.
She always tried to combine words and make a few little rhyming lines. Recite them. But then after all the time at window there were many small poems in her mind and a little space in her mind to keep them. Papers and pencils were not so much popular in those days. But then she kept whatever blank papers she found and pencil she would find in Bapu’s back pack.
She was improving her writing skills day by day. Whenever Bapu went to school in the morning, she took her other siblings and taught her whatever she had mastered and learnt. So now these days they got some way to pass there time in the house. They enjoyed there new sessions. Day by day they all were getting literate and the most happy person was there mother Jija. She helped them doing there studies as she also went to school for a couple of years before getting married.
Once, they took there lunch and were sitting in the hall rather Waranda what it is called playing a game of marbles. There they heard a sound from long distance… A mob with flags in there hand with a Charkha on it. As the crowd passed from lane one or another person joined the mob and it grew as if birds join there community while returning home. The mob passed from there house. Everyone looked at Bapu expecting him to join it. Many kids of his age were in that mob looking at him. Bapu saw them but he took a step back and without uttering a word gave them a negative answer. All the kids looked from the Waranda, but one of them was eager to join the mob. She was shouting from the Waranda, but was not able to take part in it. At last, she broke out and ran from the Waranda in to the mob. Jija shouted Kiran wait, that’s not a place for you. She never stopped, she ran away in to mob. Jija took all of them to there room. She sat there thinking of Kiran, when will she come, will she come or not? What is she going to answer to Madhav… All these questions and bad thoughts covered her mind.
It was about 2:00 PM when she ran into the crowd. From the age of 3 years, Kiran was very naughty and always tried to do which was expected from a boy. She was very firm with her decisions and never was involved emotionally in the family. Whenever there father went out for telling Puja in Mandir or for preaching at any place, she always found a way out, run to nearby police station. These days, some of our freedom fighters used to meet at a place which they called as a police station. There they secretly trained the freedom fighters with rigorous training. Running miles every morning, hard work, Baithaks with one man on the back of other, and even with there huge muscles they were as swift as a Cheetah. When they ran miles they never ran on plane land, going up on the hills and then coming back down. These made them very much tough. Seeing them from outside, Kiran was a lot impressed by all this. She always wanted to be a part of them.
Whenever she heard that there father was going to send Bapu to the secret military school at the age of 10 years, she always thought that if Bapu is not interested she is going on his place. But then she also knew that her parents at any cost are not going to allow this. So she was preparing herself for any conditions which she will have to face within a year or so. Jija knew all this and so she was more worried. Has that time come? Has she lost one of her Girl so early? Will she survive this Drive? She only had to Pray and face the situation she had to after Madhav comes.
She tuned in the radio and heard… “A mob Lathi Charged by English men near a small village near Alibaug… Many died in stamping many injured and taken to nearby government hospital” tears rolled down from Jija’s eyes… Is Kiran injured or ……?
*** Lets see what’s there written in Kiran’s Life and what is Laxmi’s part in all this. In the upcoming episode next week ***
Monday, October 5, 2009
Episode 1
PROLOGUE
AADHAR (Support)
I will now take you way back to the year 1925…..
Sound Of water pouring on the ears, waves of water rushing to the shore pouring there buckets of sand on the shore and then rushing backwards again to fill there buckets… The Sun just emerging from the middle of the sea like a hot blob of liquid metal from the furnace is taken out. The color of the water turning red near the Sun and then fading as it went farther, after a few minutes the whole sun came out spreading its light as far as possible. The light is spread across every part of land and waking every small insect on the land… The coconut trees tall and handsome waving there branches as if Welcoming the New Day and making a Music for the day along with the flowing Wind and the chirping birds all around.
Most of the land is under cultivation, and by this time of year the crops are grown to there full height. Farmers waking up early and rushing to there farms for keeping them safe from the birds and other animals from eating away there crops.
All this is seen in the Nagaon district near Alibaug. Watching this beautiful sight through a small window is a 9 year old Girl named Laxmi. Thinking of running out to the beach side and enjoy the cool climate of the morning, the chirping birds and the music she has to sit in the room. She is dejected by the thought that she is not able to do this as her other friends are doing. Then she thinks again, Friends? She just has seen them through this window and met them once.
*** Laxmi is a good looking cute little girl from a middle class Maharashtrian family. She lives with her parents, including mom dad and her 2 sisters and 1 brother. One of her sister Kiran is elder than a year, and other Malu younger than 1 year. Brother Shankar (Bapu) is the youngest of all. Now it is understandable that with 6 people in middle class family is not what is expected. Those were hard days for them. ***
Sitting there near the window she saw water tinkling down her eyes, she rubbed them as it was her everyday’s routine. But there wasn’t even a day when she didn’t rush to the window early in the morning. She just loved it, and was as if she visits the beach through her mind. Thinking about the friends and beach, a sound comes through the door “Children, come out quickly, he is taking bath! Come quickly and take the breakfast to your room.” There mother Jija made them food secretly for the children as there father was a bit strict on the children. They should eat a limited quantity and only 2 times Lunch and Dinner. All the kids rush to the kitchen without making noise of there foot steps and take there part and rush back again to the room.
Even a half bowl of Pohe (what they called it in Marathi) were very much enough to fill there stomachs up to noon. Waking up at 5:00 am they needed something before the lunch. This was only understood by there mother and not by there father. She also gave her part of food to the kids whenever it was not possible for her to make food for kids separately and secretly.
There father Madhav Joshi., intelligent from birth always excelled in his studies from childhood. Sanskrit was his favorite and he was able to recite all the well known Granthas. It was as Sanskrit was his mother tongue and was a God gift as thought by others. At the age of 12 he started giving Preaching to the people from the knowledge he had gained from the Holy books referred by the Maharashtrians. All the Ved’s were studied by him thoroughly. It was this which made him very much famous among his village. At the age of 15 when he was too much elder (as thought by his parents) he was married with Jija who was of 9 years by that time. She gave birth to the first kid at the age of 15. And then as per there tradition to have a boy, they took chance till Bapu was born. By this time Bapu is of 5 years.
Jija was a well known singer in her family. She lived in the nearby village, and during Kirtan’s and Bhajan’s she always travelled with her father to sing the bhajan’s along with him. Her father was a broad minded person which was very rare in the early 19th century. He never discriminated in Girl and a Boy and always took her with her brother. This was the reason why Jija always supported her own children but always tried not to disobey the rules set by her Husband Madhav.
They lived in a huge house, WADA which is what it is called. Having 4 children and a wife to be supported, Madhav wanted some financial support other than the income from his Preaching. Wherever he went for a Kirtan or Bhajan, he used to get Rice, Wheat sometimes Sugar, Jaggery, Fruits and in very rare cases money. But as seen, He was a Scholar but in his own way. He only brought a very little part of all this to his home. Other all he distributed to the fellow villagers. Jija in that case didn’t agree to this. She said, our kids are also waiting that some day dad will bring the fruits for them. It was just impossible for him to purchase anything. The huge house needed maintenance, cattle needed people to take them to bath, clean them and all this required money… many of these work Jija tried to do by herself, but looking after kids, house, cattle was not much possible for the girl of 25 years.
Still all this was very well managed by Jija and Madhav. Even though they hardly spoke to each other, they very well shared there emotions, stress with each other. Jija never showed how she managed all her work at home. Always with a smile on her face to welcome Madhav back home after his whole day work. They lived with whatever they had. But there 4 kids, they never stopped growing, there needs Atleast food had to be fulfilled. With the Independence drive in the Indians, Atleast a child was demanded in the Drive against the English men.
*** That’s the background of the whole story. Main focus is on Laxmi (Bright Girl), along with her her family, surrounding Independence Drive and the nature of the beautiful place of Nagaon which Laxmi loved a lot. ***
***Next week on Monday the story will continue… ***
AADHAR (Support)
I will now take you way back to the year 1925…..
Sound Of water pouring on the ears, waves of water rushing to the shore pouring there buckets of sand on the shore and then rushing backwards again to fill there buckets… The Sun just emerging from the middle of the sea like a hot blob of liquid metal from the furnace is taken out. The color of the water turning red near the Sun and then fading as it went farther, after a few minutes the whole sun came out spreading its light as far as possible. The light is spread across every part of land and waking every small insect on the land… The coconut trees tall and handsome waving there branches as if Welcoming the New Day and making a Music for the day along with the flowing Wind and the chirping birds all around.
Most of the land is under cultivation, and by this time of year the crops are grown to there full height. Farmers waking up early and rushing to there farms for keeping them safe from the birds and other animals from eating away there crops.
All this is seen in the Nagaon district near Alibaug. Watching this beautiful sight through a small window is a 9 year old Girl named Laxmi. Thinking of running out to the beach side and enjoy the cool climate of the morning, the chirping birds and the music she has to sit in the room. She is dejected by the thought that she is not able to do this as her other friends are doing. Then she thinks again, Friends? She just has seen them through this window and met them once.
*** Laxmi is a good looking cute little girl from a middle class Maharashtrian family. She lives with her parents, including mom dad and her 2 sisters and 1 brother. One of her sister Kiran is elder than a year, and other Malu younger than 1 year. Brother Shankar (Bapu) is the youngest of all. Now it is understandable that with 6 people in middle class family is not what is expected. Those were hard days for them. ***
Sitting there near the window she saw water tinkling down her eyes, she rubbed them as it was her everyday’s routine. But there wasn’t even a day when she didn’t rush to the window early in the morning. She just loved it, and was as if she visits the beach through her mind. Thinking about the friends and beach, a sound comes through the door “Children, come out quickly, he is taking bath! Come quickly and take the breakfast to your room.” There mother Jija made them food secretly for the children as there father was a bit strict on the children. They should eat a limited quantity and only 2 times Lunch and Dinner. All the kids rush to the kitchen without making noise of there foot steps and take there part and rush back again to the room.
Even a half bowl of Pohe (what they called it in Marathi) were very much enough to fill there stomachs up to noon. Waking up at 5:00 am they needed something before the lunch. This was only understood by there mother and not by there father. She also gave her part of food to the kids whenever it was not possible for her to make food for kids separately and secretly.
There father Madhav Joshi., intelligent from birth always excelled in his studies from childhood. Sanskrit was his favorite and he was able to recite all the well known Granthas. It was as Sanskrit was his mother tongue and was a God gift as thought by others. At the age of 12 he started giving Preaching to the people from the knowledge he had gained from the Holy books referred by the Maharashtrians. All the Ved’s were studied by him thoroughly. It was this which made him very much famous among his village. At the age of 15 when he was too much elder (as thought by his parents) he was married with Jija who was of 9 years by that time. She gave birth to the first kid at the age of 15. And then as per there tradition to have a boy, they took chance till Bapu was born. By this time Bapu is of 5 years.
Jija was a well known singer in her family. She lived in the nearby village, and during Kirtan’s and Bhajan’s she always travelled with her father to sing the bhajan’s along with him. Her father was a broad minded person which was very rare in the early 19th century. He never discriminated in Girl and a Boy and always took her with her brother. This was the reason why Jija always supported her own children but always tried not to disobey the rules set by her Husband Madhav.
They lived in a huge house, WADA which is what it is called. Having 4 children and a wife to be supported, Madhav wanted some financial support other than the income from his Preaching. Wherever he went for a Kirtan or Bhajan, he used to get Rice, Wheat sometimes Sugar, Jaggery, Fruits and in very rare cases money. But as seen, He was a Scholar but in his own way. He only brought a very little part of all this to his home. Other all he distributed to the fellow villagers. Jija in that case didn’t agree to this. She said, our kids are also waiting that some day dad will bring the fruits for them. It was just impossible for him to purchase anything. The huge house needed maintenance, cattle needed people to take them to bath, clean them and all this required money… many of these work Jija tried to do by herself, but looking after kids, house, cattle was not much possible for the girl of 25 years.
Still all this was very well managed by Jija and Madhav. Even though they hardly spoke to each other, they very well shared there emotions, stress with each other. Jija never showed how she managed all her work at home. Always with a smile on her face to welcome Madhav back home after his whole day work. They lived with whatever they had. But there 4 kids, they never stopped growing, there needs Atleast food had to be fulfilled. With the Independence drive in the Indians, Atleast a child was demanded in the Drive against the English men.
*** That’s the background of the whole story. Main focus is on Laxmi (Bright Girl), along with her her family, surrounding Independence Drive and the nature of the beautiful place of Nagaon which Laxmi loved a lot. ***
***Next week on Monday the story will continue… ***
Soap or A book...??
Hi,
Now when I started writing whatever was in my mind, I just found that Story will be more appropriate than Soap.
Well, Its a launch for my New Story...
****AADHAR****
Aadhar which means support. A support expected by a girl Laxmi from her parents, her Husband, her Kids and then finally waiting for the God to support after all that she has Experienced in her Life.
Keep reading to know more. First part or rather First Episode is Prologue which will make you understand the background of this girl Laxmi. Hope you all will like this Story and comments will always be entertained. I am a noob in this writing and all, bear with my writing Skills.
Gaurav Tilak
Now when I started writing whatever was in my mind, I just found that Story will be more appropriate than Soap.
Well, Its a launch for my New Story...
****AADHAR****
Aadhar which means support. A support expected by a girl Laxmi from her parents, her Husband, her Kids and then finally waiting for the God to support after all that she has Experienced in her Life.
Keep reading to know more. First part or rather First Episode is Prologue which will make you understand the background of this girl Laxmi. Hope you all will like this Story and comments will always be entertained. I am a noob in this writing and all, bear with my writing Skills.
Gaurav Tilak
Thursday, September 17, 2009
A Weekly Soap....
Hi Readers,
After a long time I am starting something to think.. hehehe... Fun apart, but yes.. I am trying to make a Serial for interested readers.. A true Story which I saw from the day I started understanding things..at the age of about 9 - 10.
Hope you all will enjoy this series of my upcoming blogs... many of my close friends will understand on whom this story is based as soon as the first episode is Posted.
For the time Being that's what I can tell.. Name will be revealed next week. And The Soap will go on Air on Dusshera...
Warm Welcome,
Gaurav
After a long time I am starting something to think.. hehehe... Fun apart, but yes.. I am trying to make a Serial for interested readers.. A true Story which I saw from the day I started understanding things..at the age of about 9 - 10.
Hope you all will enjoy this series of my upcoming blogs... many of my close friends will understand on whom this story is based as soon as the first episode is Posted.
For the time Being that's what I can tell.. Name will be revealed next week. And The Soap will go on Air on Dusshera...
Warm Welcome,
Gaurav
Monday, August 3, 2009
Friends Fo(e)rever
Friends…. Is there anything to write on this? Everyone has written whatever was possible on this topic. Nothing left to write. Poems being written, songs being sung… But Still there is something which hardly anyone writes… Let’s see if I am able to do it without hurting anyone.
Friendship day! Everyone busy making new friends, writing names on hands, tying friendship bands… doing whatever possible to enjoy the day. Great! But then are these friends your true friends? Many people do call themselves there Best Friends… Do they really are your best friends?
People forget things easily, at many junctures of life where a friend helps you to get over the things you have messed up with. Things which you share with your best friend so that you will feel better, everything is forgotten. The day when a friend commits suicide for his Best Friend is marked as Friendship Day. And now here in my life, I wont expect this much but the Best one’s are so busy that they just have there own plans… and no time for a call… to say Hi! Forward a message and that’s it there job is done…
Many people share all things with me, there life, there mistakes, there joy, sorrow, everything…. I feel better when they feel better. I m not writing this to show off my qualities, But then last few days I understood who are really the Best ones I have. People have priorities… and the best one on last priority.
The Friendship Day was spent by me in Mahesh Tutorials, wherein all the kids wished me friendship day. Shared how they enjoyed. Atleast they don’t have priorities. They just have FRIENDS. Even now whenever anyone meets me outside the class they do have that courtesy to smile, to ask how I am? That’s what is expected friends, Nothing more.
But then there are still many of them who really are the closest. They just don’t have any flaws, they are worthy of keeping trust. Some of my Badminton partners too… some of them! So there is hardly a thing called as FRIENDS FOREVER……
Happy Friendship’s Day. That’s for the day.
Friendship day! Everyone busy making new friends, writing names on hands, tying friendship bands… doing whatever possible to enjoy the day. Great! But then are these friends your true friends? Many people do call themselves there Best Friends… Do they really are your best friends?
People forget things easily, at many junctures of life where a friend helps you to get over the things you have messed up with. Things which you share with your best friend so that you will feel better, everything is forgotten. The day when a friend commits suicide for his Best Friend is marked as Friendship Day. And now here in my life, I wont expect this much but the Best one’s are so busy that they just have there own plans… and no time for a call… to say Hi! Forward a message and that’s it there job is done…
Many people share all things with me, there life, there mistakes, there joy, sorrow, everything…. I feel better when they feel better. I m not writing this to show off my qualities, But then last few days I understood who are really the Best ones I have. People have priorities… and the best one on last priority.
The Friendship Day was spent by me in Mahesh Tutorials, wherein all the kids wished me friendship day. Shared how they enjoyed. Atleast they don’t have priorities. They just have FRIENDS. Even now whenever anyone meets me outside the class they do have that courtesy to smile, to ask how I am? That’s what is expected friends, Nothing more.
But then there are still many of them who really are the closest. They just don’t have any flaws, they are worthy of keeping trust. Some of my Badminton partners too… some of them! So there is hardly a thing called as FRIENDS FOREVER……
Happy Friendship’s Day. That’s for the day.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Fountain
It was a lousy Sunday evening and I was lying at my Friend’s place waiting for the IPL match to start. I hadn’t missed any of its matches (IPL didn’t pay me for that of course…).
At his place he had a wonderful Fountain show piece. I great combination of Art and Science was seen in that show piece. I saw that and wondered, hey dude, where was it so many days? But he was busy sleeping, DAMN! he don’t like watching cricket! I got up from bed, went there to see it. And then Engineer in me woke up, filled up water in it, checked the water level, and without any waiting, plugged it to the mains. The light glowed, motor in it started working some noise came and then a beautiful music started. The water I poured came out through the nozzles and I just kept watching it… Coz it was not the water that was amusing me, but there were small metal balls about a size of black pepper on those nozzles which were thrown up and down as the water came from that nozzle.
There were around 8 nozzles surrounding a center nozzle. That was great fun watching it. I kept it on the table, and for the first time I in the tournament I didn’t watch about 10 overs of an innings.
Watching that center ball which was most of the times above all the other small balls around it and after a very long time for a very low pitched sound coming right down to bottom, a thought Clicked in my mind…
Our Life isn’t any different from this… Our life teaches us many lessons, takes us to the top of the level, where we are able to achieve anything in life. We see people around us, trying to compete with us, to be there at our place, at our level. But then, as life takes us to top, it always has his own ways of teaching us how to deal with low downs in the Life. And this it does as per the degree of toughness the person has. If he is capable of tackling problems without any difficulty, without getting depressed he has to face the toughest problem… But then this is done because no one should get overwhelmed by his success. Life can take you at your lowest point, just to show you. Hey! This is the place where you have started… don’t forget it… It’s still vacant.
After all the time spent at the bottom, Life is surely going to lift you to the Top where you deserve to be. So the morale is never loose hope, never underestimate your own capabilities. Nothing is impossible to achieve unless you have true dedication and a lot of Positive attitude.
Bammm! And there goes another one sailing over the ropes for a SIX! Matthew Hayden is in top form of his career. I just saw the center ball again which was sailing on the top… and started watching the match…. Go Chennai Super Kings!!!
At his place he had a wonderful Fountain show piece. I great combination of Art and Science was seen in that show piece. I saw that and wondered, hey dude, where was it so many days? But he was busy sleeping, DAMN! he don’t like watching cricket! I got up from bed, went there to see it. And then Engineer in me woke up, filled up water in it, checked the water level, and without any waiting, plugged it to the mains. The light glowed, motor in it started working some noise came and then a beautiful music started. The water I poured came out through the nozzles and I just kept watching it… Coz it was not the water that was amusing me, but there were small metal balls about a size of black pepper on those nozzles which were thrown up and down as the water came from that nozzle.
There were around 8 nozzles surrounding a center nozzle. That was great fun watching it. I kept it on the table, and for the first time I in the tournament I didn’t watch about 10 overs of an innings.
Watching that center ball which was most of the times above all the other small balls around it and after a very long time for a very low pitched sound coming right down to bottom, a thought Clicked in my mind…
Our Life isn’t any different from this… Our life teaches us many lessons, takes us to the top of the level, where we are able to achieve anything in life. We see people around us, trying to compete with us, to be there at our place, at our level. But then, as life takes us to top, it always has his own ways of teaching us how to deal with low downs in the Life. And this it does as per the degree of toughness the person has. If he is capable of tackling problems without any difficulty, without getting depressed he has to face the toughest problem… But then this is done because no one should get overwhelmed by his success. Life can take you at your lowest point, just to show you. Hey! This is the place where you have started… don’t forget it… It’s still vacant.
After all the time spent at the bottom, Life is surely going to lift you to the Top where you deserve to be. So the morale is never loose hope, never underestimate your own capabilities. Nothing is impossible to achieve unless you have true dedication and a lot of Positive attitude.
Bammm! And there goes another one sailing over the ropes for a SIX! Matthew Hayden is in top form of his career. I just saw the center ball again which was sailing on the top… and started watching the match…. Go Chennai Super Kings!!!
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