…and all it asks for is love!

The sharp edges of that piece of iron supported by a piece of wood smashed my neck. I am one of those tall standing, living things of this Earth.

I was bleeding, bleeding with grief and pain. Bewailing the loss the man was doing to me as well as our mother. I didn’t speak, I thought, they knew how essential I am. I was the one who had given that man and his family selfless love, and all things they wished for. I was bleeding, yet wondering, what wrong did I do?

Whenever he needed to sit and relax, to breathe fresh and cool air, he would place a chair beneath me. His daughter would sit in front of me and would try to draw my green leaves on something that was made out of me. His son would hide behind my thick trunk while playing hide and seek, and the man’s son’s friends would sometimes make me their cricket stumps. His wife would come to pluck some flowers for her daily prayer. His father would get up early in the morning, and would water me and my friends around, and then he and his wife would take the first sip of their morning tea, on their relaxing chair, enjoying the light rays of sun falling on our faces. The house maid would sometimes use me as a hanger to hang wet clothes. The birds around would sit and chirp, entertaining me with their melodious songs. Cooper would come around me just to pee, but he would also sit under my shed when it rains, and would embrace the serenity.
While standing there, I feel, how much love I have earned in all these years. I never asked that little princess to hug me, but she did every day after coming back from school. All of them have been so kind, why are they now smashing me?  I was bleeding, yet wondering, what wrong did I do?

“Dad, why are you chopping it?.”

“Dear, I have bought a new car for myself this Diwali, we don’t have space to park it, and hence I need to remove this thing.”

“How can you remove it just because you have to park a car? You can use the street where everyone parks their car.”

“You don’t need to tell me. Go and do your work.”

The little girl with eyes full of tears goes inside, getting noticed by her elder brother.

“Dad, please stop it. Who gave you the idea of smashing it? Please, dad. Stop,” came the furious boy.

I was happy to see those kids trying to save me from dying. A hope was there, because of their love and altruistic nature.

“Dad, do you even realize that the thing that you are holding in your hand is a part of this tree, maybe the iron is cutting it, but the wood is holding it. The tree still doesn’t complain. Do you realize that the pollution, the car will be exhaling will kill us one day, but because of this tree, we have a surety to survive. Still you think that parking of your car is more worth than this tree? You bought a car this Diwali, and you will kill someone on Diwali, is it justified? The land where you are standing, the air that you are breathing, the shadow that you are getting from its leaves, all this is hers, our mother earth. Why are we making her condition more worse? You sit with friends in person or online, complaints about Global Warming, and what you actually do, you cut down a tree. Like each person makes a difference to a community or a country, each tree does the same. You help Maira to draw a tree on her notebook, you tell its function to her , but in the end what you actually teach, to cut that tree down. I have promised myself to plant a tree this Diwali, I have been telling my friends to do the same, I won’t let you do cut this tree, dad,” explained the boy to the man holding an axe to kill me.

The axe fell from the hands of the man, before saying anything to his son; he sat on his knees, smoothing his hands around the area he smashed. After 3 minutes, the son came and sat near his dad.

“You have always taught us to love the nature, that’s the reason this tree is here for years. Don’t let things burn your emotions, don’t let them affect your kindness,” said the son, comforting the man.

The man then picked up the axe and brought the watering can and watered me, hugged his son and little daughter and promised to plant a tree.

They thought, I couldn’t hear, or feel, but I was. I was overwhelmed by the gesture. I was moved away buy their affection. The birds came and sat on my branches, spreading the fragrance of their chirping. Maira came and hugged me. It was all ecstatic.
I never wish for something, all I ask for is love.

-Kritika Vashist



Guarding the source of life!

Look at those soldiers at the border protecting the nation despite of extreme hot and cold weather. Look at the guard of your apartment, giving up his sleep to protect you, look at that younger boy who broils at a teaser to protect his sister.
Guarding can be a job or a responsibility, but it is essential, essential to survive. For a simple minute look at yourself and ask, have you ever been responsible enough to protect the source of life? Have you ever realized the importance of safeguarding that price-less and endless source of life?

God has gifted us the most beautiful, loving and caring thing. We call it Nature. Since the beginning, tress has provided us with countless essentials. Some of them are food, oxygen, parks, playgrounds, shelter, medicines, tools, fresh and pollution free air. Their role is inexplicable. Technically, economically and socially, their importance and contribution to the human kind is meritorious. They are the perfect epitome of a thing which believes in serving selflessly and asking nothing in return. But that does make us feckless? No, certainly not. We as the human have a duty to safeguard them, to love and care for them as a gratitude to their services.

The environment issues such as climatic changes, global warming, sea level rise, ocean acidification, habitat destruction, heating up lands, anoxic water, soil contamination, water crisis, marine debris, poor air quality, deforestation and the list continues…
These issues are still being tackled by various environmentalist and industrialist, but what if each one of us dedicate ourselves to protect our plants? Have you ever wondered how much difference can each one of us make just by being a sincere friend of them?

We have been feathering our own nest at the cost of these tall and straight standing trees. We have forgotten our responsibility. We show become blind and overlook their suffering. Since childhood we are taught about the importance of trees, the love they shower on us, the beauty they add to our lives. There are various programs held every year, every month where we discuss about how can we make the planet green again, to teach the young how to protect your dear friends, to encourage ever person to plant a tree, but still we fail to leave an impact of the good doing. Why? Why, because we have to be sincere, each one us. We have to stand tall just like them, hugging them and safeguarding them from an axe or hatchet.

Start from today.

Try to use both side of the sheets.
Use newspapers to pack materials.
Volunteer for a day to plant trees.
Use paper wisely.
Plant a tree in your area.
Make a cloth napkin.
Use eco friendly stainless steel lunch boxes.
Buy recycled toilet papers.
Don’t use trees as fuel before they die.
Creating awareness among people and importance of trees.
Make a space reusable paper.
Borrow, share and donate books.
Make sure you don’t leave the campfire before it is completely out.

Most importantly, be a fan, a friend and a lover of trees. Plant one, to save one. Image

…and it ended.

They say your heart starts beating faster and you get butterflies in your stomach when you see your love. But when I see him, this beautiful world gets more beautiful, the land becomes the sky and I see him through the moonlight falling on our faces – nothing less than paradise.

The feeling is inexplicable when I am with him. I don’t find enough word to say how I feel, I want the time to freeze, so that this moment lasts forever, my heart beats so loud that I can hear it, eyes shine brighten than the stars, the passionate moment strengthen me within, I feel high, wishing to look at him constantly with a smile.

That day wasn’t a pleasing day for me, but it was not a worthless day too. It was noxious to my heart, nothing more. I swear, I was never incertitude of his love. From a formal handshake to the tightest hug, it was all magnificent, and I can remember it as one of the beautiful days of my life. I can still express how I felt, how I knew I was in love. 

I was looking at the sky, beautiful and divine. It seemed to be deeper than the sea, more peaceful than silence and gorgeous than any angel. It appeared as a painting on a canvas, with simple colors well framing it. For me this was unusual, I never felt so much happiness just by embracing the sky. I felt eternal happiness, happiness of being in love, happiness to know that someone loves me with all his heart. The feeling of being a jerk in love was enough to make me jubilant. With a new hope, I imagined myself as a bird in the sky which flies elegantly and happily, and the sky cuddling that little bird warmly. 

I can still remember little things that he did for me. The chocolate bar at a restaurant, that 6 feet long sub he made me eat and a rose at our first official date. There are things that I miss, and I know, I can never get them back. Ice tea made by him, my alarm clock for a nap, the only person to hear my endless talks. 
There are be so many memories to pen down, but they are like long days and endless nights, the more you think, the more you want to write. 

If only I could count how many times I kept posted my mind that the road has taken a turn and I can no longer go straight, there is nothing, and I have to take this turn, I have no choice. 
When we can’t stop loving a person, we try to hate them. Fights were a way to do the unwanted. Despite of sharp and harsh words, I couldn’t do it. Later I realized that hate wasn’t a right way. The only honest way to get the true picture in my head was to accept the reality. It was hard but it was necessary for me as well as for him.

I have stopped telling myself that I love him. I hope this works. There is a reason, a good reason behind everything. Not today, but eventually I would know.Image

From a boy who …

From a boy who sold newspaper to add to his father’s income to the most successful and respected statesman bagging the highest post in the nation.
The man who always showed respect and love for all religion. The man who worked hard throughout his life, to fulfill his parent’s dreams, to show his gratitude for his brother-in-law and his loving sister who gave up everything for his education. The man who took rocket science to another level. The man who put all his heart to contribute towards the development of the nation. The man who’s first love is Science and Technology. The man who has inspired thousands of lives.
From a child running along the sea side of Rameshwaram to a man walking through the Rashtrapati Bhavan.
A benevolent man, a remarkable professor and a great leader, whose smile brings joy to everyone.
I here, wish this dynamic personality, Bharat Ratna Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam a very Happy Birthday.
Wish you a long and a healthy life, sir.

Review-The Whit…

Review-The White Tiger

A poor is innocent and a villager is stupid. He breathes fresh air when he is the darkness but he can’t breathe when he comes to the light. He literally and emotionally suffocates. That’s how a poor villager life goes. The city corrupts them, makes them debauchery. The desire to live a rich life makes them do wrong things. But they don’t regret because for them those were necessary tasks to put a chandelier on the roof of their hall and one in the bathroom too. From school to a tea-stall, from tea-stall to a driver, from a village to a city, from darkness to light, from innocent to corrupt. From an ordinary boy to a WHITE TIGER, this books tells you about an incredible journey of a poor, black-skinned skinny villager. Bold, sardonic and authentic. 
PS. It is not made in China. 

The White Tiger- Aravind Adiga