The Unconditional Love … !

I read this story somewhere, I don’t know … just posting it here … for it touches the heart so easily!

Once upon a time, a man punished his five-year-old daughter for using up the families only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper before Christmas.

Money was tight, so he became even more upset when on Christmas eve, he saw that the child had used the expensive gold paper to decorate a large shoe-box she had put under the Christmas tree.

nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, ” This is for you, Daddy!”

As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier over-reaction, now regretting how he had punished her.

But when he opened the shoe-box, he found it was empty and again his anger flared up. “Don’t you know young lady …,” He said harshly, “when you give someone a present there is supposed to be something inside the package!”

The little girl looked up at him with sad tears rolling down the cheeks and whispered with emotionally choked voice, “Daddy, it is not empty … I blew kisses into it until it was all full.”

The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little one. he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.

It is said, an accident took away the life of the child only a short time later. The father kept this little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open the box take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us human beings have been given this invisible golden box filled with unconditional love, affection and kisses from our children, families, friends and God.

So, you too just open your golden box and feel the love … because, there is no more precious possession anyone could hold!

2010 in review: My Blog at WordPress

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads This blog is on fire!.

Crunchy numbers

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A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 7,500 times in 2010. That’s about 18 full 747s.

 

In 2010, there were 21 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 44 posts. There were 26 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 3mb. That’s about 2 pictures per month.

The busiest day of the year was May 6th with 84 views. The most popular post that day was … THE DYING TERRORIST (POEM).

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were facebook.com, google.co.in, in.yfittopostblog.com, orkut.co.in, and bigextracash.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for september 11, spontaneous human combustion, hindi skit script, hindi skit comedy script, and 9 11 pictures.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

1

… THE DYING TERRORIST (POEM) November 2009
2 comments

2

SCHOOL INSPECTION (HINDI SKIT-FOR SEWAK DAY) September 2009
12 comments and 1 Like on WordPress.com,

3

SPONTANEOUS HUMAN COMBUSTION October 2009
6 comments

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… HERMAN PERRY: THE AMERICAN SOLDIER WHO MARRIED A NAGA PRINCESS ! August 2009
4 comments

5

Myths And Legends Of Nagaland October 2009
15 comments

THE AGE OF ACCEPTANCE … !

father-and-son-2b400 After so much of fighting for your way and so much of stress, a time comes in your life when you finally get it … !

When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere, the voice inside your head cries out – ENOUGH OF IT … ENOUGH! Enough fighting, enough cribbing, enough crying and, enough struggling to hold on … !

And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, … you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and … through a mantle of wet lashes, you begin to look at the world through new eyes. A new vision comes to you.

This is your awakening … !

You realize that it’s time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change, or for happiness, safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that you are not her Prince Charming and she is not your Cinderella either … And that, in the real world, there aren’t ever fairy tale endings … ! There aren’t beginnings for that matter either … !  And that any guarantee of “happily ever after” must begin with her and must finish where you are standing right now and, in the process, a sense of serenity is born out of acceptance of present situation.

You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are and there will, in fact,  always be some who will despise who and what you are… and propagate stories about you that you know and they too know, are incorrect. But, what to do … ?  That’s OK for them. They are entitled to their own views and opinions. You have to learn the importance of loving and championing yourself and, in the process, a sense of new found confidence is born out of self-approval.

You stop complaining and blaming other people for the things they did to you ( … or didn’t do for you!) and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected. You learn that people don’t always say what they mean or mean what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you and that it’s not always about you … that you were born alone and that you will be put out alone!

So, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of yourself and in the process, a sense of safety & security is born of self-reliance. Then you learn about love. Romantic love and familial love. How to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving and when to walk away. You learn not to project your needs or your feelings onto a relationship. You learn that you will not be more smart, more intelligent, more lovable or important because of the woman in your arms or the child that bears your name.

You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would like them to be. You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes and, you stop being controlled by others also. You learn that just as people grow and change, so is it with love too; and you learn that you don’t have the right to demand love on your terms, just to make you happy.

You come to the realization that you deserve to be treated with love, kindness, sensitivity and respect and you won’t settle for less … but you stop hankering for it. You allow only the hands of a beloved who cherishes you, to glorify you with her touch and in the process, you internalize the meaning of self-respect. Agreed, those selfish people will continue to make stories about you … continue trying to pull you towards themselves for their own means but, you learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom. You learn that life isn’t always fair, you don’t always get what you think you deserve and, that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people too. On these occasions, you learn not to personalize things. You learn that God isn’t punishing you or failing to answer your prayers; it’s just life happening.

You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted; things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about; a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower … !

Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself, by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never ever settle for less than your heart’s desire. You hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind, and you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting and to stay open to every wonderful possibility.

At last, with courage in your heart and with God by your side you take a stand, you take a deep breath and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can. The age of acceptance dawns on you … Finally!

Let’s make a deal … !

You forgive me for liking you too much,

And I’ll forgive you for not liking me enough.

You forgive me for the loud racing of my heart,

And I’ll forgive you for not hearing it.

You forgive me for playing your games,

And I’ll forgive you for toying with my emotions.

You forgive me for finding you so attractive,

And I’ll forgive you for not noticing.

You forgive me for raising you up so high,

And I’ll forgive you for bringing me down so low.

You forgive me for wanting to be with you,

And I’ll forgive you for avoiding me.

You forgive me for being so pathetic,

And I’ll forgive you for taking advantage of it.

You forgive me for not being able to let go,

And I’ll forgive you for never having latched on.

You forgive me for having hopes and dreams,

And I’ll forgive you for crushing them.

Forgiveness brings inner peace.

Do we have a deal then?

THE ESCORT (SHORT STORY)

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This is a true story.

Recently, Reba was in news. She was arrested along with gang of other girls in a sting operation to uncover escort prostitution ring. I wish to share her story to you, so that if there are females working as an escort or contemplating doing it, they may know what they are up against.

She is 24 year old college student originally from the state of MP but now studying in a prestigious college at New Delhi. She is from a middle class family having lost her father eight years ago. Her mother took petty jobs in the neighbourhood to bring her up along with her two elder brothers. Of her brothers, none of them could study beyond school levels; the eldest started doing business of some kind and got separated from the family after marrying a girl of his choice. The other one is more of a criminal mind and keeps getting in and out of jail most of the time.

She herself was of a bit studious nature, wanted to make her life better so, after her higher secondary opted to come to national capital for getting admission in a college to finish with her studies and look for some job. But staying at Delhi proved hard for that so far mamma’s daughter, to make the ends meet. Besides food and lodging, the college fees also! While her peer group was busy partying after the college, she took up a couple of tuitions to help her out. It was while coming home from one such tuition that she met Afrida at Karolbagh bus stand. Afrida was approaching forty, it seems. She had curly hairs and must have been a thing to sooth eye-sores in her prime. As girls from small cities always seem to have this knack, she quickly got familiar with Afrida. Taking her sympathetic views as a cue for interest in condition, she even told her about it, exchanged the cell phone numbers and rode her way when the bus came.

After about a week from that, she got a call from Afrida asking her if she wanted to make quick bucks. Her interest was now sky high. And why it should not have been in her situation? Even a rupee was more than welcome to her. Afrida was in a hotel with a guy whom she introduced as her cousin. Cousin was more like a cheapo – middle-aged with deep penetrating eyes behind the specs. Reba could not face those scanning eyes for long, turned her face downwards and kept tying – untying the corner of her dupatta (Head Scarf) on her little finger for some good five to ten minutes. Afrida introduced her as Rabeiya, not Reba and quickly vanished from the scene on the pretext of fetching soda water for her aching stomach.

No sooner had Afrida been out of sight, that Abdul, the cousin of hers started behaving erratically. Reba wanted to run out but the door was locked from outside. The beast, seeing the situation got motivated, came out in his true colours, pounced on Reba, over-powered her and finally ended up raping her. Reba could not but only make feeble cries for help from outside – which was further muffled by the towel used by Abdul to gag her mouth. I don’t think any one passing through the corridor could have noticed her cries. When the beast was done, he dressed up and went out leaving Reba alone on the bed, semi-naked, with her tears and sobs. After about ten minutes she was awakened to her senses by a known voice. That was Afrida who had returned back and aghast; she was smiling cheek to cheek at her condition. Realising that, she was setup; Reba jumped at her with rage of a hurt lioness and brought her to ground. After she pounded her head 3-4 times against the ground, her strength gave way and she restarted crying, “…Why me?” Afrida had no answer she brought out a bundle of notes from her side, literally threw at Reba’s face and said thus, “Keep this and don’t cry. You require money.” Reba first thought to slap her hard but after some quiet and tense moments picked the money up and into her blouse. … Yes, she required that money! That evening she had a full meal and why not, rightly or not, she had earned that! It also came to her mind to call her criminal brother and get him repay Afrida in her own currencies! Thinking, her brother had enough of his own problems, she restrained her revengeful ideas. Besides, who knows whether he was in or out of jail at that time!

Then, that became a routine. Afrida used to call her for some clients, introduce her as Rabeiya, send her to some hotel rooms and used to take her and Abdul’s commission from total payments. Abdul used to help her in commuting in his own auto rickshaw. … Yes, he was a respectable auto rickshaw driver during daytime and not just a pimp! Reba had started going out of city also on calls. She continued this new business of prostitution and escorting for about a year. But, hold on, don’t we often get the news of rackets of such gangs being busted by police? What about that …? She thought she knew the ropes; the likelihood of getting busted was very low. She knew what to do and, if ever got busted; it was unlikely to cause her problems. She then got courageous and started putting ads on the Back pages of magazines and adult websites for escorting. Was she ever wrong?

One day she got an email. It was from a prospective client. She accepted to meet him at a major hotel. Abdul drove her all the way to the hotel and she went to the room. She walked in, looked around and everything seemed in order. They started a little chitchat and neither of them was going to get to the point right away. Seeing her client struggle to maintain his breath in control and taking him as naïve, she decided to break the ice by saying, “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours” as she had done in the past. She unbuttoned her top to the skins and asked the man to loose his pants. The man dropped his pants and … bang! He had a hard on! She raised her skirt and dropped the panties. They, for some time, indulged in touching of private parts. This had been her modus operandi when she used to go out escorting. He told about his desire to have intercourse with her. She told like an expert it would be Rs 5000 for an hour and he would have to use the condom supplied by her. She always used the best of condoms. He gave her the money and she gave him the condom. Both of them got completely undressed. He asked Reba to lie on the bed and start by masturbating because he liked to watch that. So, she lied on the bed and started to masturbate. This went on for several minutes as she was enjoying the idea of entertaining him. Then all of a sudden, three men from the adjoining room came in with a thud and said, “You are under arrested for prostitution.” She was immediately handcuffed and was told to stand there. The police searched her clothes and purse while one of the cops took out the camera that was hidden in one of the corners of the room. A few more pictures were taken of her in nude while she was handcuffed. Then one of the cops said something into others’ ears. Barring one, they all went out. The guy standing there pushed her to bed, twisted her breasts, sucked her cheeks, lips and had sex with her like an animal. After he was done, he got dressed, went out and some one else came for the job. Reba was on the bed all the time thinking about whether there was any difference between these men and Abdul. After they were finished, they un-cuffed her, allowed her to dress, re-cuffed and led her out of the hotel into a police vehicle. Smiling cheek to cheek, they took her to the police station. There a press conference was called and she, along with other girls caught in different sting operations, was shown as prize catch with ‘V’ signs to the flashing camera lights. The next day the story was in the local papers, on the local television news and on their websites with all the details of her arrest and pictures with her face – either blurred or masked behind black squares. She was publically humiliated.

She was told of the charges against her at the court. She was charged with two felonies – one for prostitution and the other for harbouring a terrorist. … Harbouring a terrorist? Yes! Abdul and Afrida were also caught and they were booked by the police in some old bomb blast case to help save the face of otherwise failing investigating authorities. Reba chose neither to answer any question nor to contest the charges. Case prolonged for a few months. One day she was visited at her cell by no one else but her mother. Mamma’s little daughter then could not control her emotions. They both cried there full aloud so much so that guards had to rebuke them against making such noise. Her mother, while going out, told her that she would do any thing to get her out on bail. She was finally released on bail a week later; off course, it did cost her mother all her savings. The worse was yet to come.

Wild_Dreams002Boosted financially by the savings of her mother and emotionally by her presence itself, she decided to fight the trials out. She hired an attorney who asked Rs 5000 per hearing for her case. But, what she heard next was enough to take the lid off on her. Attorney told that any evidence presented at trial is a public record and after trial anyone could get a copy of her video and pictures … much like a legalized pornographic material! She was sure to get 4-5 years in jail if convicted. The attorney offered to set a meeting for her with the judge who was hearing the case. He said she could get the charges converted into a case of misdemeanour and get lesser sentence if she was agreeing to give her ‘services’ to the judge! She, initially, was blown out of the water like a fish but her mother then persisted. She did as asked and came back to college after 6 months in jail.

Today she is back again with her ways though she had promised her mother to keep away from the escort business. She has also befriended a rich guy who was yet another of her client. She does not keep in touch with Abdul or Afrida and doesn’t know about their fate. She has now become very active in student politics at the college. And why not, she has to make her way up the social ladder!

Lastly, if any of you still want to follow her foot-steps, my best wishes are always with you.