Friday, December 18, 2009

A Miracle called Friendship

I have often wondered about the miracle that is Friendship. I’d like to call it a miracle for that’s exactly how it seems when it touches your life in the most unexpected and mysterious of ways. And each time I’ve tried to fathom how or what makes it turn out to be the way it does in the end, I’ve drawn a blank. For many a times we may aspire to get to know someone better because we feel instinctively connected to that someone on a certain level that most others wouldn’t even get close to, the very first time we meet them. But it may happen that we later realize that somehow those first few moments when we felt that connect, may have been misguiding after all, as we discover that we are actually two very different people. At other times, what may start out as just a casual acquaintance that you don’t pay much attention to initially, or even the first few times, may well turn out to be the strongest bond you’ve ever shared with another human being who is not your next of kin or blood relative. Such is the quality of friendship. It may come to you from totally unforeseen quarters but once it has touched your life, your life is never quite the same again! Just like miracles that turn your life around completely when they happen.
As I think deeper on the subject, my mind comes up with an image of a nest with fledglings in it. It may all seem unconnected at first but I feel that one can draw many parallels to that image in relation to the whole concept of friendship, if we really look at it from angles to which I intend to introduce you to now. Just like fledglings in a nest we embark on the first few formative years of our lives, by placing our trust completely in the other fledglings around in the nest. The bonhomie naturally exists. This is at a point in time when the outside world is absolutely shut out and way beyond our understanding and perception. Blind faith in one another and acceptance are the dominant factors that prevail at this stage. In most cases, the nest is analogous to the portals of our schools where everyone starts out together as equals, sheltered from the harsh world outside. At this juncture in life, our minds are still young, fresh, untainted and open to the idea of unconditional acceptance. We don’t evaluate, judge or appraise another simply because these are still alien concepts to us at this point. It is still not plagued by the ills of the vast world outside. There is no room for initial mistrust to start with, nor is there a whole lot of speculation or a tread-with-caution attitude. Everything is mostly just black and white here. Shades of grey are barely visible. In the sense, you either get along or you don’t. And it’s not because your getting along with another and making friends with him/ her is influenced by any other ulterior motive. It is not coloured by what may turn out to be beneficial and what may not. Simple and straightforward, it’s friendship in its purest form, if it exists between two people. And together you learn to share, to care and be genuinely interested in the other. Thereby, it’s no wonder that some of the best friends we have are those that we made early on, in school.
As time goes by and the fledglings start discovering their wings, and explore the extent to which those wings can take them, the influence of the outside world creeps in. Just like when you and I probably stepped out into college and realized that things still seem the same, people are still somewhat open to the idea of new friendships but not exactly with the same openness or enthusiasm. The ground is now set for a more self-centered picking. With maturity has now come a certain amount of speculation followed by selection. You figure out who you are now and then decide which group you belong with. Your school group of friends may have had nerds and party animals alike, for instance, and it didn’t matter. You all got along just fine. Here that kind of heterogeneous mingling may not find place as you may decide you don’t belong with the nerd herd or that you simply cant afford to hang out with the gang that’s most notorious around campus. Self awareness brings about the need to fit in and make a mark. Blending in with any crowd just may not work.
Finally when a full grown bird flies out to face the real challenges of the world, as do the human counterparts that are readying to start with their work lives, a lot more hard reality hits. You literally get welcomed into a new world, a world where people are neither open nor really keen to even know you personally, leave alone making friends with you! Even if you do approach someone with the idea of building a friendship, like you did back during your student days, you soon get a feel of how the real world works. Realizing that someone you considered a friend and bared your thoughts to openly at your workplace, is actually misusing that information elsewhere to strengthen their stand in the organization, now cuts you like a knife. But soon you too get accustomed to the ways of the world for what it is. It's now a matter of blend in with the crowd or else prepare to stick out like a sore thumb kind of situation. Taking a great amount time to get to gradually get to know people before you build any bonds or make any commitments may not be the only addition to the way you begin to deal with your personal relationships. One may also begin to include a whole lot of other tactics that include more than a fair share of caution, if not a general mistrust of all one meets for the first time at the work spot, if only to protect oneself from being hurt and letdown. Then that could be followed by evaluation as to whether it’s going to work in your favour or whether it'll prove to be detrimental as far as your interests go. In other words, friendship has lost the meaning you once thought it had. It has become just another causal word in your everyday life. If there is any new bond to be forged you learn to look for it outside the workplace. The adult bird at this point has figured out exactly which tree to build his nest in and who may or may not come near his nest, who he needs to be wary of and scare away.



  In conclusion what I’d like to say is that despite how time and the places life takes us to change the way we bond with people, friendship could still walk into your life. And as I said earlier, it happens in the most mysterious of ways and maybe with someone totally unexpected or even when you least expect it to. And when it does, embrace it with an open mind for it could be synonymous with a miracle happening in your life.

On my mind... But not yet in print..

There have been way too many occasions in the past few months when I have willed myself to sit down before my computer and write another article, another poem and post it on this blog, and I almost succeeded at times. Except that each time I got close to something I thought was good to go up here in print, I would experience what some call the writer’s block and then I’d scrap the rest of the article as well, thinking its better off unpublished on a blog. But today, I have decided to put aside any such impulse that may arise and post these few lines here, even though it may not amount to anything in the way of an article. Ask me why ? Because I feel that even a few lines expressed out here, is a good comeback. The rest of the posts here on my blog, I understand vary from being philosophical to painfully emotional in their content, for those that don’t really dig either ! But then the joy of writing lies in the expression of one's thought no matter how it's received and perceived. Maybe this is just self reassurance for I posed the perception here myself. But I guess I needed a bit of both to bring me back on track, on the path to doing what I enjoy most, writing endlessly.
This post here, being neutral in its theme or having none at all for that matter, perhaps makes it more endurable. Atleast I’m hoping it would be. For I am looking at coming up with some more posts for my blog, and the very fact that I am getting repetitive about this goes to show how bad I want that to be. And the reason for this is quite simple. As I've mentioned already writing is something I really enjoy and once the inspiration kicks in, there is no stopping me. At this very moment a million thoughts co-exist in my mind. And all of these thoughts are fighting for prominence and to be formulated into words, sentences, paragraphs and finally take the form of an essay or even a poem before they make their way here. So it's all in my mind... But not yet in print. Only wishing that’d be a lot sooner than later !

Saturday, July 11, 2009

The Key to Happiness - It's All In Our Minds

The old man sat at the edge of his bed, his legs not quite reaching the floor below. He was once a fairly tall man, able-bodied and agile. But now he was just a shriveled, gaunt frame, his back bent twice over in his old age because of which he appeared much shorter now and his legs were dangling off the sides of the bed, even though he was seated at its very edge.
Lt Col. P (let’s just call him that for the sake of simplicity) had served for twenty long years in the army and had retired at the end of it, a decorated man, happy and content with his achievements while in service. He had fought many a battle and done his country and his family, namely his wife and three children, proud. He’d led quite an exemplary life and had been the kind of man everyone looked up to. He was without any doubt meticulous in his ways and always made sure everything in his professional and personal life was well-planned and well-taken care of. He made sure his children, two boys and a girl, went to the best of schools, ensured that apart from their education they were also encouraged to learn and pursue other interests, be it in the field of sport or music or whatever else they set their hearts on. His wife, Mrs. P on the other hand was a quiet and pleasant woman. Though she was not someone of many words, she was still very capable and ran the house efficiently and readily took charge as the head of the house whenever her husband was posted in far off places for long spells of time. She was a pillar of support and strength for her three children and never let them feel the lack of anything in their lives. Whenever the children expressed their fears over their father’s safety, while he fought fierce battles in distant lands, she would constantly reassure them and make them feel secure and confident of his safe return.
Now their three children had all grown up. The eldest, was an attorney and he led a busy life having married a lady of his own profession and when the two were not otherwise busy with the numerous legal cases they took on, their packed social lives took over. Entertaining people within their social circle at the drop of a hat, had to them, become as important as any other thing in their life. To the couple, having lavish, all-night long parties for their “distinguished” set of guests was as normal as waking up, getting dressed and setting off to work. And they wouldn’t have it any other way. Compromise of any sort thereby was unthinkable for the two of them.
The second son had gone on to finish his education at one of the premiere institutions in the country, passing out with flying colours. His life seemed to be shaping up well and everything seemed to be in place, until one day, his fiancé and college sweetheart had met with a horrible motor accident which took her life. After that incident, he had become a completely changed man altogether. He slowly cut off all ties with people he had once considered his friends and family. The last his parents had heard about him was that he had taken to drugs and was wasting away whatever was left of his life, frequently making trips between one prison and another.
The youngest, their only daughter had become a nurse and started work at a local hospital close to her parents home. Soon after she had married one of the doctors at that very hospital. And in no time her husband had decided to relocate to a different country in search of better career prospects.
And thus the last of their children had been distanced in one way or another from this aging couple. Not that they complained or made a fuss about any of it. Far from it, they had only been too happy to see all their children grow up and make a mark of their own and carve a niche for themselves in the wide world around. Their only regret had been what life had dealt out to their second son. They somehow could not come to terms completely with what had become of him. But as years rolled by, that too became a part of their distant but significant past.
Old Lt.Col. P, slowly began to get a little too forgetful about things. Once an organized man, he would now forget even little things like where he’d left his spectacles or the remote for the television. There were times when he’d go wandering off and then forget his way home till some neighbour recognized him and brought him back home. His wife on the other hand, was slowly losing her vision. What started out as blurred images, were now fast becoming barely visible entities. She would often stumble on things at home and end up having bruises and cuts that seemed to take ages to heal. All in all, this once efficient, self-made and self-sufficient couple, was soon finding it very hard to manage on their own. Finally their older son, had the two of them put away in a institution for the aged. Thus they came to be permanent residents of this new “home away from home”.
As Lt. Col. P sat on his bed that morning, dangling his legs gleefully, there seemed to be a strange excitement about him. He seemed to have a perpetual grin on his face as he gazed into the empty garden beyond the open window of his room. Mrs. P was in a room somewhere nearby, knitting away, mostly making absurd patterns out of wool. But that was among the last of her passions she had left in her. Day in and day out she’d knit away to glory. She too had that far way look in her eyes, though now she was practically blind to everything and everyone around her.
Lt. Col P, in his mind, was having quite a celebration of his own. He was dressed in his best coat and favourite pair of trousers and shirt. He was in his garden in the backyard of his old home and there seemed to be some sort of party going on. He was not quite alone, like he was in actuality. He was surrounded by his wife and children. No, his children were not all grown up like they were now, in fact they were just teenagers, and all of them in turn bustling in and out of the house, each carrying out a dish from the kitchen as their mother handed it out to them. They were arranging it all on the wrought-iron table in the backyard, which was painted white and looking spotless and grand amidst the rest of the decorations around. Soon his wife came out of the house carrying a huge three-tiered strawberry cream cake. That was a personal favourite of Lt. Col P and his wife. They had each year, right from the day they had been married, cut such a cake on their wedding anniversary. On this day too, Lt.Col. P was celebrating his wedding anniversary, though it was more like reliving those fond memories after all these years, in his mind. It was all like it had been before, all rosy and vivid, and filled with sweet recollections and sentiments he held dear. He was now one with all his numerous colourful, bright and joyous visualizations. He was oblivious to the world outside as was his wife, lost in a pleasant world of her own. They were both far removed from the harsh reality around and had managed in their own ways to put aside thoughts of what had become their lives now. And thus here was a very happy old couple, lost in their own little worlds, reliving moments of an unforgettable yesterday deep down in their minds, all over again.

As a parting note, I’d like to say this. Life takes different twists and turns, as we grow older and as each day passes us by. It is true that we expect things to be the way they are at this moment, forever. We wish that the people we’ve done so much for wouldn’t change, wouldn’t desert us or even move far away. And there is nothing wrong in wishing or feeling that way. We are but human beings and those are but human sentiments. As individuals we can make up our minds to stand-by and support the very people who’ve done so much for us; who’ve sacrificed so much for us. But as I said, one can never anticipate what turns life may take. Perhaps in the story above, the eldest son could’ve altered his lifestyle just a little bit so as to accommodate his aged parents and their growing needs and newly established dependencies. But like what happened with the other two, sometimes life just takes you so far away physically (like with the daughter in the story) or even mentally distances us from those we love (like what happened with the second son). These are often things that are beyond our control, its not like we want it to be the way it turns out to be. Things just happen for reasons we may never find or understand. For that’s what life is about, it all just happens.
And though we’d like to hold on to certain moments forever, it is inevitable that those moments have to pass and just become fragments of our memory. But then, our mind is a truly wonderful thing. It’s the most powerful gift that we possess. It helps recreate and feel those memories and moments all over again. No matter what twists or what course your life takes, never lose sight of all that you truly hold dear or let go of memories that you treasure. For one day, maybe in the distant future, maybe even tomorrow, one never knows when, these very memories can recreate a blissful world for us, one that would make us forget for a while and as often as we want it to, all that would have become of our lives at that point. That way, come what may, we would all still be happy, even if it’s all just in our minds - our own private space that no one can take away from nor separate us from.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Kiss My Blues Away

I originally intended this as lyrics of a song and would love to explore composing music to go with it.
It’s a humble attempt at something that I’d love to explore sometime at leisure (writing lyrics for songs) but feel I have a long way to go, before I actually get to where I want to be.


Kiss My Blues Away

Walking down that lonely stretch of road
We used to call our own
Memories of you come flooding back
Reminding me of that joy I had once known.

We used to spend our days together
And our nights under the stars
Reveling in all the good things that came by
And turning away from troubles like they were not ours.

Ch : But then I don’t know what came between us
What took you so far away
Please tell me that won’t be forever
That you’ll be back someday
To fill this lonely heart of mine
And to kiss my blues away
Yes, to kiss my blues away.

My life has been so empty since the day that you were gone
My heart has been ever so eager
To listen to your laughter, to listen to your song.
Hope I won’t have to wait much longer for I am not all that strong
To go on with life without you beside me
To last out in your absence so long.

I’d wait for you forever
And I’d hide all those silent tears
If only you would promise you’ll come back to me
If only you would put aside that uncertainty and allay my fears.

Ch : But then I don’t know what came between us
What took you so far away
Please tell me that won’t be forever
That you’ll be back someday
To fill this lonely heart of mine
And to kiss my blues away (fade…)
Yes, to kiss my blues away...

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Love - One word that says it all

The following is a first-person narrative dating back to my school days. I must’ve been really motivated at the time, to have put myself in another's shoes and written this piece of fiction, the way it turned out to be. Or maybe I was just finding more interesting ways to keep myself occupied, by letting my mind and in turn my pen and notebook venture into new unexplored territories, as I sat through a free-period in school.
I must confess I found my old piece of writing quite juvenile to start with, when I read it after all these years. And so I ended up adding a little here and there and even did away with a line or two. But for those minor changes, everything else is essentially the way it was written all those years ago ! I would say, certain emotions and feelings are never too old and never really qualify as passĂ©. It’s for the sake of this very emotion that’s ageless and universal, that I put up this article here. Well, that’s just my thought. You can decide for yourself as you read on… (Be warned that you may need to put aside all logic for a bit as you read the story below, as it is after all a work of pure fiction that I wrote as a teenager!)

> I loved her like I have loved no else before or ever will hereafter. I was crazy, possessed, obsessed, call it what you may, all in the name of love. But nothing came close to describing and nothing will ever diminish the intensity of what I felt for her, since the very first time I met her!
I do not seek to rationalize this feeling. For the very feeling is euphoric enough to make me drift away into a world of my own and not wish to return. But I ask aloud all the same. Is this really what they call Love? Or is this just another malady masquerading as love? If it is some sort of malady then what is the cure, is there an antidote to revive the person who has fallen straight into its depths? Who can explain why one willingly devotes all one’s time, one’s heart, mind and soul to a special someone, someone who can neither be replaced nor forgotten? Why does one wait endlessly for just one phone call, a note or even a few precious moments to be spent only with that someone when the world around has so much else to offer? Why does one have that burning desire to catch a glimpse of that person’s face, even if it’s just a fleeting glimpse in passing? Why does one seek out that one person in a crowd and strain one’s ears just to listen to that familiar voice time and again? And why does the sound of that voice or a whiff of that person’s perfume in the air put a smile on our faces for no apparent reason? The answers to all these questions I may never find, but one thing is for sure, if you believe in love, it will never let you down.
I am now going to narrate our story, which many a heart that has been in love may be able to relate to, to some extent atleast.
From the moment she walked into my life, I knew that we were meant to be together till the end of time. She was everything that I had ever wished for and to me there was no world beyond her. Her cheery smile and friendly ‘hello’ was all it took to brighten up my day. I relied on her presence in my life so completely that it did not matter where I was, who else was around or even if I was breathing or not anymore, as long as she was there beside me. Everything around felt beautiful and perfect when we were together, and it seemed as if this blissful feeling would prevail in our lives forever.
And then we broke up. The grand dreams we had built like sandcastles on a beach were then washed away by the wave of misunderstanding. It was as if a thousand daggers had all found their target in me as they struck me down hard. Till then I was living in a prolonged sweet dream; now I was all awake and sitting up and she was gone. No one could possibly understand and if at all someone could, words would not be enough to express the agony this breaking up lead to.
The two of us had been like two leaves on the same branch with similar thoughts, aspirations and ideas and our lives were evergreen with happiness that knew no end and sorrow had no room in our hearts. We were inseparable and the strong bond of love between us promised to keep the two of us together for all eternity. But now everything suddenly seemed impossible and our love seemed like an illusion.
The days that followed our break-up were miserable to say the least. I soon lost my appetite and spent many sleepless nights just staring into empty space. And even when I struggled to get some rest by closing my eyes, visions of her haunted me making me feel helpless about all that had happened. I so desperately wanted her back by my side.
No one, not even the closest of my friends could divert my mind to some other thought. Day in and day out, she was all I had in mind, she was the light that made me see, the air that kept me breathing and the blood that coursed through my veins. Now I was a broken man, feeling blind and choking in her absence. As time passed my condition became worse and a visit to the doctor confirmed that I was physically ill, not to mention the mental torture I was going through.
Then one day, it happened. As I sat on my wall reading a tragic love story just like ours, I felt for the first time in weeks, a strong urge to go and meet her. I don’t know what made me feel that way but something inside me told me that if I did not see her then, I would not be seeing her ever again.
Deciding to walk over to her house right away, I jumped off the wall. But I just couldn’t move a step as my mind kept telling me to hold back while my heart forced me to proceed. Finally I gave in to my heart, which had a very special place for her and her alone.
As I walked, I felt I was taking a trip down memory lane. The thought of our wonderful past together then brought out memories of our very first date. With warm tears rolling down my cheeks, I moved on but I just couldn’t make it to my love’s house. Before I even realized what was happening, I blacked out.
I remember no more but when I opened my eyes again, I realized I was lying on a hospital bed. Doctors, nurses, my friends and even she was there at my bedside. Or was it really her ? Maybe my mind was playing games with me, just like fate had all these years. But one thing was unmistakable, something I could not have missed with my eyes wide open; all of them were solemnly looking down at me in the saddest manner.
It was only later that I learnt that I had an enlarged heart and that I was not going to live for much longer. The thought of dying did not worry me, but some of my so-called friends now joked among themselves saying that the enlargement of my heart had been caused by my love and that it would keep on enlarging as long as my love for her kept growing within. When I heard this, it hurt me most.
But all this is to be forgotten. Its time to make amends. Whatever they said is partly true. The love I have for her in my heart will never cease to grow. And as I lie on my bed, awaiting death to come and embrace me, I strongly believe that people may die, but love never dies and that it is forever. This lifetime may not have seen us together, but someday she and I will meet again and start a brand new story of our own. < As a footnote, I’d like to add that I believe in the following

– ->-@ Love is formless, ageless and timeless and it surpasses the limitations of our mortal mind and physical form.


->-@ Love is the purest of feelings that transcends the boundaries that we have created for ourselves like caste, creed, religion, social status and race. It is thereby not bound or restricted by the colour of our skin, our gender, our nationality, the tongue we speak in or by the worldly wealth we possess.
->-@ Love is not about the possession or the ownership of another, it is the joy and contentment in knowing that you are together no matter what and nothing will stand in between or separate you, not time, not distance, not even death. It does not seek to be qualified nor does it get altered in any way by the adjectives we prefix it with, be it romantic, platonic, young, old, new, motherly, brotherly, sisterly and so on and so forth.
->-@ Love is not limited to be shared just between lovers. All living beings have the innate potential and the right to love and be loved by every other living being around regardless of their way of life, thinking and all else.
For Love is more than all of that. It is a way of life. And Love is Immortal just like all of us.

So love with all you’ve got and welcome the warmth of love into your lives. Let its magic and healing powers transform your lives. Remember, it is Love that forges a relationship so let not a relationship define and decide if love should enter your life.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Memories of a LifeTime

She walked in and heads turned around in the packed room. For a moment there was absolute silence and then music began to play, it’s joyous notes matching the mood of all those around. As she tread down the carpeted floor, flowers adorned her path, their sweet fragrance filling the air. There was a sparkle in her eyes, her mind was blank but her heart was aflutter. It was the day she had been looking forward to, a lifetime of hopes and dreams that were just beginning to unfold right before her eyes. It was her wedding day.
She stepped up on the altar and took her vows with the blessings of all those near and dear. She cherished dreams of a blissful ever after with this man who now stood before her and took the vows with her. And thus began, in a Golden Book somewhere, a new chapter of her life and the seedlings which would one day blossom and grow into memories of a lifetime, found new ground.
Dreams swiftly gave way to reality and soon she found herself immersed in daily chores in her new home, her safe haven. Or was it? No sooner had she accepted the fact that she was no longer sheltered within the walls of her parents’ home but in fact thousands of miles away from it, across oceans deep; she was engulfed in a wave of gloom. It was not because she had not foreseen this inevitable change and separation from those who’d cared for her, loved her and nurtured her right from birth. It was not because she was unhappy in the least bit at the thought of starting this new phase of her life. In fact she had looked forward to setting up her own sweet home, one where she and her husband would spend many happy years together. It was just that she needed a little reassurance, a few gentle words from her husband to help her settle down in this new and different environment. She would make new acquaintances and friends in this new place, develop skills to run a household efficiently and do all the things that every other married woman across the globe had been doing since time immemorial, to keep her new home intact and her husband happy and contented. And all she had hoped for in return was a little support, acceptance and plenty of love and caring, from the man she had put her trust in completely and accepted whole-heartedly as her lawfully wedded husband.
But destiny had other plans for her, like it sometimes does. Some say we make our own destiny consciously through the decisions we take in life, some others believe destiny is our life’s plan that we choose even before we’re born in this physical form. Whichever was true in her case, one thing was certain. It was to be something that would mark a major turning point in her life.
What she considered her safe and happy new home now turned out to be the very place where she felt threatened and violated. For day by day, her husband who had taken to verbally and emotionally abusing her, by shouting and screaming into her face at the drop of a hat, would find new ways to intimidate her, threaten her and simply put down and ridicule every honest effort by her to keep things running smoothly. She soon realized that all she could do during those outbursts was to cry in silence, for if she so much as tried to explain anything at all to him at that time, things would only get more severe and the outcome only more horrifying. Each time she tried hard to figure out the reason for this behaviour of his, she drew a blank. There was no telling what could and what would trigger another episode of his uncontrolled fury. All she knew was that each time it happened, they seemed like the most terrifying moments of her life, memories of which she would perhaps carry with her for years to come. Almost each and every time, when yet another incident of his rage broke out, she had to just end up apologizing profusely for something she had no understanding of as to why she should be apologizing for it, but she had to do it all the same so that eventually he’d stop tormenting her. This was fast becoming a repetitive pattern and she would live in perpetual fear wondering how long it’d be before he lost it again. She now found herself struggling to keep in touch with her family back in her homeland, for he now forbade her from maintaining any contact with them. In his mind he believed that her parents and the relatives that she spoke to had ulterior motives to interfere in their lives, were ill-intentioned and were basically people who were no longer needed in her life anymore. And accordingly he made sure she had limited and monitored means of communication with the outside world. Thereby she felt she was slowly being distanced from the very people who’d been around her all her life so far. Every move she made to reach out for help and support had to be thought out carefully for if he got to know, all hell would break loose. Even her crying had to be done in solitude, in the shower, for fear of him getting to know and screaming at her for even crying out of sheer helplessness. She was now like a prisoner in her own home.
And then one day, after months of suffering the prolonged nightmare, like a miracle in disguise, what started out to be yet another episode of escalating physical manhandling and abuse, led her to flee from the house and seek shelter with some well-wishers. From then on, one thing gave way to another and finally she found her way back to her homeland, and her parents’ home.
This may seem like an end to some and in a way, it is. But it’s far from putting a closure to things. For we, whether we’d like to admit it or not, still do live in a world where the pain does not end with just that of broken trust and bruised feelings. It doesn’t just end with recurring nightmares of inhuman treatment meted out by one human being to another. It continues with myriad issues, some very basic ones like societal acceptance, finger pointing and ridicule, not to mention the million conflicting thoughts running through the mind of the victim of all this abuse.
There are tens of thousands of such women the world over who have suffered and are still suffering at the hands of their abuser each day as we go about our daily lives. Perhaps the sheer number of victims of domestic abuse makes it almost impossible to reach out to them all. Many a times several such cases go unreported due to the very questions that may haunt the victim’s mind – “Who will believe me if I confide in them? “, “Will there ever be someone who can bail me out of this living hell?”,“ Will I be accepted back and treated the same way I was before all this happened to me or will I be a social outcast and blamed for everything that happened to me?”. Or in some other cases, the victim simply may not have had the opportunity yet to make it out of the situation.
These victims of abuse, either those like the girl in the story above who made it out of the situation before it took a more serious turn, or ones who are still in it all, undoubtedly need our empathy and support. But what they also need is to be made to feel accepted, wanted and loved just the way they were before it all happened and most importantly given a new lease of life, another chance at reclaiming their sense of self-worth and confidence they’ve lost through no real fault of theirs. Our genuine concern and efforts here are needed in spreading awareness of this prevailing reality of our times.
Yes, Domestic Violence is very real, it’s all around us and it does have far reaching consequences. Be it in the form verbal, physical, economic or emotional abuse, it still is very wrong and no human deserves to be put through it. Thereby, as compassionate citizens of the world, let us spread the word – “Fight Domestic Violence; blow the whistle on it when you notice any form of it happening around you. Bring the guilty to book. Let homes continue to be the safe dwellings they’re meant to be, not torture chambers.”
Last but not the least, as we put aside our day’s work and call it a day today, let us spare a moment thinking about these victims of circumstances who maybe reaching out to anybody who would care to listen, and pray that somehow, someway, they’re delivered from their miseries, that they find all the mental strength they really need and that this cruel reality of domestic abuse fades out with time.

Lonely as an Island

Lonely as an island, carefree like the wanton wind that blows
My life is but a wretched mess,
Cold and choppy like the waters that touch its shores

I wait with a flicker of hope that burns eternal
Waiting for due deliverance from this weary mortal frame
But the Moving Finger has different plans for me
And I am just a mere pawn in His game!

What misdeeds have I done to deserve this all
What grave sin is mine that I suffer so
Is a question that I fear to ask
Though that is something I yearn to know.

Sadness some say is a passing thing
And that mercy is all pervasive
But all I see is a lost cause, that’s become my life
And the remotest signs of happiness are so elusive.

Hang on, there must be light at the end of the tunnel, cries out a part of me
Again that darned thing called Hope!
But does He know, he who rules up there somewhere,
Of this miserable solitude, that I can barely cope!

Lonely as an Island am I
Carefree like the wanton wind that blows
Not a soul to call my own have I,
But only a dull pain deep within that grows.