The 'Old' Rag Picker....

He walked down the aisle of dusky lane,
When the moon was set to go back in den
And the sun was rising to welcome rain,
The wind was dancing to the joy of day.

The birds on tree sang the song of hope,
And lane was filled with the moving spur!
The world wakes up for another day,
To welcome the freshness around in bay,
But,
"He" smiles midst the stench of your house,
The odor of waste that you all call !
Like a munchkin walking with his spouse,
He walks in hand and smiles with the foul.

Who is he?Thy rises from amongst us,
And moves against the crowd of worldly lust!
His eyes are sunken with the years of search,
Walking through the tiff of wealthy dirt!

His hands are crispy of  kissing the mud,
While digging the ground and picking up rug!
His weary shoulder speaks of the years,
that he carried all that was yours in pierce!

Alas, but when you pass by your bay ,
You sniff your nose and turn away!
But he listens to the tale of your rag,
And carries it close without a gag!

He talks to the broken glasses silently,
And the crumpled paper thrown violently!
They all narrate the pain of being dumped away,
In the corner of the lane, left to grey!


He separates the raw from the cooked ones,
Because,The 'old 'rag picker knows the pun!
His experience tells him their agony and pain,
Of not getting the respect they otherwise gain!

He gets them together and piles up the spaced,
And gives a life to the worthy waste!
They give him food and he gives them way,
To move ahead and find another ray......

 He tells the world to live this way,
Carve the path and move with chaste,
Thy not dump thinking of waste,
Else pull up one,he will guide you to another way.....

P.S :The world and the wealth is a vicious cycle.Many a times we are thrown down for being of no use unless some one holds on to trust us to move ahead.And then you realize that it is actually "you" who helped him to find the way but he got you to the path to move ahead.Never look down on any one for every waste has a best hidden just an old rag picker needs to pull it out.

-SSW

27th October!Why you should know this date.

27th of October is considered as " World Occupational Therapy Day " by the World Federation of Occupational therapy(WFOT) since 2010 .The World Federation of Occupational Therapists (WFOT) is the international voice of the occupational therapy profession which globally comprises of 80 national occupational therapy professional organizations.Their aim is to integrate all the nations on one platform to promote their work to reach out to larger masses and make a difference in the society to embrace each one who is considered different with an open heart to walk towards independence!

Seven years down the line when i stepped in to this profession i was clueless to where it would lead me.On an honest side i was always fascinated to relate the noble medical profession with the CPCR ,scalpels ,stents  and a stethoscope.But little did i know the other side of the medical faculty and the hands that heal through touch.I am glad to be enveloped in to this other side of the team .Today when I turn back , I know why 'Almighty' chose me for this noble work.This profession has transformed me in to an individual that my parents are proud of .AH!. Truly hospital life teaches you a millions of lessons that are beyond books and words.It has made me understand sufferings and get close to humans and humanity .Each person on the medical faculty holds the highest position because he makes an attempt to fill the lost hope and rejuvenate life! And so i place my profession to an equal height because it deserves to be there .
It is rightly said that "You know the value of a privileged possession more so after you loose it"!But as an occupational therapist i will never let you sink in to that feeling because my job is not about prescribing medicines or running in to emerg but making you stand , smile and walk with pride!My job is to make you live once again when you give up on it.I am here to make you believe that no matter what comes by your way or what name society gives you either differently abled or disabled i will make you stand at par with all. I am here to lead you to a healthy,successful and a quality life .

I am proud to be on the board of medical faculty and what defines me to be an "Occupational therapist' is not merely my degree but my attitude to bring out the "Abliity from Disability!"

P.S: I have not putting in any medical terminology in this post to make it heavier but i want to convey that this profession is an allied medical faculty that deals with rehabilitation post any kind of  physical or mental illness.We not only treat adults but children having developmental delays due to any natal or pre-natal complications or other genetic conditions that need our intervention.We also deal with children having neuro-psychiatric issues like ASD i.e Autism spectrum disorders .We have different treatment interventions and therapy techniques which we study for four and half years in  bachelors and extend our specialization for three years in masters.Currently i am pursuing my elective in neurology.
A humble request ,if you know of any patient presenting with physical or psychological ailment restricting him to live independently in the society , kindly send a referral because each individual has the right to live a content life!
-SSW

Innocence in the eyes

Disclaimer:This post is dedicated to the team effort of 'Shia Women's Community' of Mumbai and 'Khadijatul kubra' team from Jogeshwari for their collective effort of making little one's day at Sakina Girl's Home at Yari Road,Mumbai.

Special thanks to the admins for giving me an opportunity to be a part of this beautiful celebration of the wedding anniversary of Imam Ali (a.s) and Janabe Fatima (a.s) with 44 beautiful girls who are the future of tomorrow.

The Event was on 19th September 2015 (i know i am a little late though but i want to put this here).

It was a very blessed evening which  started with a spiritual bliss, followed by a skit with super talented ladies who imparted the understanding of the influence of the demonic spirits in our daily life and how we get trapped into wrong doings.It was beautifully portrayed and wisely explained to our girls.Good team work!The celebration continued with scavenger hunt and lots of other activities and games. The girl's were presented with a goodie bag,chocolates and other eatables.
So, this was the brief highlight of the evening,but my core post follows next.

What i learnt from them!
Life is an unresolved mystery that overshadows the underlying essence of it when a human arch's himself to follow the shadow of the person next door and thereby missing on to what he possesses. Gradually he looses himself on the path of following someone else.He searches for happiness.He talks about peace.But the ignorant soul is unaware that the treasure lies within.The mirage of his expectations prison's the prism of his life that the radiance of joy never travel's across the glass to lighten his world rather reverts back as dark hollow chamber.Probably that's how humans have evolved.They have ascended from cherishing the small joys to cribbing on to bigger sorrows for not reaching on to expand their desires and thereby heaping their smaller and bigger sorrows into a boulder.In this vicious cycle all they are left with is agony and a collateral web of hopelessness.
What follows next-They live a lifeless "Life "!

Many a times, people who inspire you and whom you look up to, society calls them "Unfortunately looked down by life"!But i have observed that they are the people who know the true essence of happiness.It sparkles in their eyes,glows in their smile ,grows in their heart and touches your heart just like the fragrance of one flower when embraces the other and spreads to miles.And yes need not mention i could sense that spark and glow amongst those girls who giggled and smiled ,enjoyed and laughed each moment of joy.No worries of future,no expectation and no complaints trimmed down their moment.Most of the times our expectations and desires takes us away from the little joys that life presents us very often.Some pick it up and celebrate and others just walk past it.I don't want to drag this article further and make it a philosophical master piece :P and so i sum it up,"The pebbles of happiness are all around you.Just pick them up,live it to fullest and stay blessed.Don't forget to thank almighty for whatever you have."

P.S :This evening also gave me an opportunity to meet  enthusiastic like minded beautiful souls who made me feel very comfortable like we have been together since ages.Thank you girls.Yo all are wonderful.Elina wadia, Sana rajani, Enozia vakil ,Mohsina Dodhiya <3!

 -SSW

Blooming Meadow

  The lush green meadow calls for happiness, 

    When red,pink,yellow dance with oneness.     

They sing the song of strength and might,

 Against the storm when they stand to fight.

And shine like sun in the garden of life,

 Wave with the breeze and move in time,

They are the flowers,hope in disguise,

  Sparkle the green field and carve a smile.

  -SSW

I was inspired to follow my dreams

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

"Mumma...the paneer sandwich you made was very  tasty, my friend's enjoyed it  too" jumped joyous john,and his eyes sparkled with  pride . "Thank you my son,now go to sleep"smiled Reeta.
"I am not sleepy!"I want to listen to a  story mumma..
"What story?..The king's one.?
No i have grown up,i want you to read out something from your diary".
No sweety,it's mumma's book!"
But please , ..please..it's my 14th birthday..pleaded john
"My diary"thought Reeta,it's been long time"
She again stood back and said"Beta you won't understand anything"
No Mumma ,i want to know what you write and why you keep it so secretly,pleaseee..
"Ok Just a little"
"Thank you!", john bloomed with excitement

She quickly scanned through her cupboard to fetch her diary and began to flip pages.As her fingers were moving across them,her eyes got stuck on one of the notes and she began to read it ....

15/04/98
Dear Diary,
I know it's been a week i have reverted back after that post.You must be wondering why i am always cribbing but don't worry one day i will make it big and you will be proud of me.I am such a dreamer.Anyway today was a bad day in college,its my first year, i thought life would be so much different .Yes it is but not the way i presumed it to be.Rahul and Vinisha made fun of me when i came up with the idea of NGO.Everyone joined them and laughed on saying sanyaas le le"stupid people,Was i wrong in saying we will cut  on our party and spend something for  that empty stomach.Anyways i should stop expecting people to think like me.I should grow up.I just have a dream,may be not a big house and all luxury but be of help.My friend's don't get that .I know you need to be practical and realistic but i am not telling anyone to empty their pocket.I am just asking to do a bit.

As she continued to read ,Little John was fast asleep,she smiled at him,rolled up the blanket after kissing his forehead.
 She eloped herself deep in the thoughts, her eyes sparkled of past and smiled innocently....
She brought her diary ,more close and kept reading to her self now..."

We are so self centered.I know i can't change everything but at least my contribution can bring some change.I wish i could do this some day.When i came up with this idea to mummy ,she laughed and said ,'beta hum apni hi madad kar lein" Papa ka loan ho jaanay do fir ye sab shauk karna" Huh! I wonder if  only money can help others.Can't you be of help with little you have.Is it that only rich people can be of help.I was very upset and so i have written a letter to daadi as well.She understands me best.I am sure she won't disappoint me.When i opened my book to read for next week exams  all i could see is that poor guy who asked me for food.I gave him biscuits and walked from college to home because mumma had given me only 10 rupees.Although its very hot and was tiring but i was happy i could do from my little.And that's what i wanted to convey to mom ,forget,i am too sleepy to write anything and irritated as well.Exams up,Mummy has so much expectations and these regular arguments with friends.But today i am promising you,this is my dream and i will follow it and you will see it real one day.
 -Reeta
*Tears rolled through her eyes,past memories began to appear and speak to her.She could sense all her fights and arguments and her determination to be different.*
 She flipped through the diary and wrote:
13/09/15.
Today I am  a software developer by profession and a responsible mother.I have lived through the hardest time and today i am the founder member of 3 NGO's.I rejected the offer of being an analyst of a renowned MNC in states, just to personally continue with my NGO Feed All, Adarsh and Aasra.
All i can say is,thank you for always listening to me and being there.I owe you my past and future.
You gave me the direction to live it and so I was Inspired to follow my dreams.(she penned it down) and smiled to herself.

To all the poets..

                             

Time for a poetry on love and hate as in contrasting/opposite things like black and white, fat and thin and so on. So, how creative can you get? #Poetryonopposites

This post is written for Indispire  79th Edition

                                            To all the poets resting there,
                                         Topic of the week brings in flair!
                                        Call the opposites and we are there,
                                         To run our mind and move on rear.
                                        Our world of poems is so beautiful,
                                             Even ugly myth turns dutiful.
                                  Here, Antonyms and rhymes walk in hand,
                                         With Synonyms joining in to blend.
                                           We carve the coarse words so fine,
                                            And paint the black canvas white.
                                           We light the dark chamber bright,
                                               And let the low fly up high.
                                         We accept the inaccuracy to ignite,
                                        An accuracy that none shall decline.
                                        And so our strength is our weakness,
                                     Because we draw sweet from bitterness! 
                                         We ascend to top from the bottom,
                                   And descend from the worst to best front!   

                                          We float on the waves of mystery,
                                         And sink in the thoughts of history.
                                          We open the closed door of knots,
                                         And collect the scattered thoughts!
                                           We answer the questions of love,
                                               Bringing out the hate above.
                                        We reap the justice from the unjust,
                                                And sow the seeds of trust!
                                            We start from the end of tusk,
                                         And carve the dawn from the dusk.
                                    We give the shallow words,a meaning deep, 
                                  And string them together on a separate tweak!
                                             We are the poets,the blessed one's,
                                        Student of thoughts and master of words.
                                             We know irony,sarcasm and pun        
                                            For us prose and poem is all one!
                                       We can form a sentence out of a rhyme 
                                           And carve the rhyme of it to shine,
                                                Like a diamond in a mine !

-SSW
                                    

Just Kidding..

" Just kidding " seems to be the first word learnt by the so called warriors of humor who stand there with this shield when an arrow of failed sarcasm drops down  instead of hitting the target.
                                        oh! Is it ..?was "Jus Kiddingg , u see..!

But the irony is that i have never read any satire stating "oh peeps that was just a joke",never mind i am far away from sarcasm so i am taking tuition's from "JK" Gang and yes i have learnt a lot about various defenses . :P
 Back to article, if i leave my thoughts they will keep running tangential and its hard to pull them back just like its hard to not joke ! :D

Anyway ,So the question that goes out to all is 'Whether the use of our favorite word 'Just kidding' makes one master of sarcasm'?
Before i move in further, let me highlight the definition of sarcasm  because most of our self proclaimed champs of humor  are so busy in scanning through all the publications  on it that the few words provided by oxford to glorify it goes unnoticed Ah,ofcourse who reads such petite piece of work?  *Brows up*Lol..Just Kidding,u see? the saviour in an invited trouble ? :P

Ok, So Sarcasm as defined :

Irony employed in the service of mocking or attacking someone is sarcasm..

Sarcasm is sometimes used as merely a synonym of irony, but the word has a more specific sense: irony that's meant to mock or convey contempt. This meaning is found in its etymology. In Greek, sarkazein meant "to tear flesh; to wound." When you use sarcasm, you really tear into them. A clever person coined the variant spelling sarchasm (a blend of sarcasm and chasm) and defined it as "the gap between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it."

So no where i read just kidding as the synonym for sarcasm,so why is this trend so popular and promoted to define the wittiest humor.

Or Is it that our champs are too brave to take in the adventure of their wittiness that their sense of satire reverts back to being a kid when an alarm of danger is raised.Did you get that ?No, i will make it simple.

Sarcasm is a language of wittiness possessed by those who can sharply convey their words in humour without a threat of being questioned.So if you can wisely use it, you know you are out of danger and if you fail to place it neatly be ready to clean the mess by mopping with 'Just kidding'.

P.S:When the canthus of eyes narrows down and an arc of smile sprouts, its when sarcasm has walked out from me in to you and to the next door. I don't need to drag this article more because i can see you smiling there. (yeah you got it) and my 'JK' gang who is still providing me with tuition's i have return gift for you,keep waiting for my second article on satire which is coming soon exclusively for you till then keep kidding and spread the laughter. :P

-SSW

Softest Stone

                                               The Emperor of Life,The Ruler of Lives,

                        

                                                The Stubborn Queer,The Gentle Spear,

                                                 The bullet rider,The fire extinguisher,

                                                  The Wisest Dealer ,The Silent killer,

                                                

                                                The Sweet Venom , The bitter Sarcasm,

                                             

                                               The sharpest shrill, The Happy Good-will

                                                 The Loneliest organ, The toughest one!

                                                 It can Heal a Soul, It can wound a whole.

                                           

                                                  It can give u a Smile,or, take in a while.

                                           

                                                     It's the softest stone, That you own..

                                                     So Handle with care, and  be aware

                                               It can make "a" Life, or break "many" lives,

-SSW

At Times,

At Times,
When Life changes its course,
And Shatters the hope to discourse!

When all you have is not  yours,
And all  you are left with, is a loss!

When Time glides the ailing ache,
And Pain pricks through the flake!

When Dreams speak of the unseen,
And  Eyes see them and scream!

When Mind listens to heart no more,
And heart Speaks of being unsure!

When the Path guides you to no way,
And you trot through the midway!

At,that time,
When YOU  Halt in the Moving Pace,
And Thoughts Freeze in the Space,

Then
Close your Eyes and Follow that beam,
Moving through and froth ,in you Within,
Speak to it,for it will listen,
Because,Its you that will be in!

-SSW

Through the clouds:Story of Dream

                               

                           
                                         My Restless Eyes moves with the Haughty Clouds,

                                           And Chases the Sun through the Rays Enshroud.

                                             The Morning Dew on the Lush Green Shrub,

                                             Spreads the Aroma of Hope around my Hub.   

                                

                                         The Fresh Green Canvas of Dawn pulls me Close,

                                         Says;"After dusk ,dawn breathes a "Dew of Hope"

                                               My Vintage Past when carves the Present,

                                      My Present welcomes the forthcoming in quiescence. 

                                             When a tiny stone  tethers the mirror of hope,

                                                  My Lucid dreams fall apart on floor!

                                        The canthus of my eyes then narrow down to close,

                                             To let once lived dreams, drown and depose .

                                  

                                             But, The Rising Bird and the Mountain Peak,

                                            Gathers my shattered hope back in Mystique.

                                               Then echoes the valley of love in shriek ,

                                              Broken dreams gives way to New dreams.

                                       Like the Soothing breeze and the gurgling waves,
                                            When hits on the Rock and finds her way,
                                           My tattered dreams calls me all over again,
                                              To stand on my feet and find my way!
                                     
                                        The Rising dawn shines a new hope to live,
                                         Sparkling through  the eyes to live it with.
                                      I chase my dreams through the clouds to reach,
                                          "Through the Rays to the Sun" I Preach!


-SSW

Letter to my world:My Mom

“I am writing a letter about how a mother teaches honesty to her child with the Max Life Insurance i-genius #YoursHonestly activity in association with BlogAdda.”

Dear Mummy,

There is so much to thank you for, though my heart is full of thoughts but fingers numb.They just don't know how to bring together the same alphabets that you once made me repeat after you, while i rested on your lap and babbled  innocently.From the first day of my school till today, you have been constantly there by my side to guide me in every aspect.When i look at your picture of twenty four years ago and today i can see the gray strands of hair and dark circles  silently speaking about the sleepless nights that you and baba spent behind us. The Words of kindness like Please,sorry and Thank you are like the developed reflexes of my body.The first time you made me say thank you for the chocolate i got from my neighbor cultivated the farm of gratitude in my heart that has been nourished over these years by remembering every act of kindness i have experienced by others and moreover repaying the same because you always taught me 'kindness spreads".It was your please that made me learn to respect others property.You taught me to accept my mistake thereby never letting the wave of arrogance carry me.You kept simplicity above all luxury and so i know the worth  of it.You knew when to be strict and when to pamper me.I still remember that day when i was in second or third, for the first and last time i had picked up 5 rupees coin from the drawer because my friends had asked me to get for pepsi party and i was too scared to ask for.But eventually you caught me by finding the 25 paise change in my brothers pocket.That was the day (i don't remember how much you and baba had fired me but i remember you made me understand at night why i should have asked) and today i have never taken money from home without informing you or baba. That was the first spark of honesty you had ignited in my heart to lighten it forever.These umpteenth memories have soaked in the values for life that has shaped my life beautifully.

                                                   My thoughts and actions are reflection of you.Its you both who have and are molding me to be better each day.You have strengthened my faith on God,you have made me believe in myself,every time i cried for being hurt you taught me why i should not do the same to anyone else,you always reminded me of honesty, you appreciated my success and stood by my failures and made me strong enough to accept defeat and most important you never let me give up.I can proudly say that my parents are the best people in the world.I have been brought up by two special flowers who have gently caressed me when i was budding,nurtured me with love and helped me to bloom in all phases of life.

I can go on writing for the countless lessons i have learnt from you.Thank you for everything.I can never repay.Love you loads.                                                                       
                                                                                                                      Proud Daughter

His last Words

                               He wept his Heart to the soul,  

                                He loved more than his own!

                           His broad shoulders narrowed down,

                              As She Smiled back to his frown!

                              He Kept her fingers on his Palm,

                            And their eyes met to form a psalm.

                       
                          His crispy lips when graced her cheeks,

                            She shuddered of pain and shrieked,

                      Then, She gently caressed his haughty hands,

                       To shine the ray of hope on a deserted land.

                    

                             The steady wind rose on the shore,

                            And clouds of sadness began to pour.

                         The breeze was blowing stronger in time 

                          And so was her breadth killing his life.

                            Thick and green scratched all over,

                        The warrior of battlefield lost his fervor.

                             He crawled to creep and save her,

                         But the battalion of rebels had taken over.

                       
                        The knife and chopper had done their job,

                                  Leaving him with her to sob.

                           

                                The white carpet was laid in red,

                               As the last spoon of love he fed.

                              His little princess was six month old,

                             But Her eyes spoke of,more than loads,

                                  He knew what she had to say,

                                  The young father turned grey.

                           
                                He moved his body but cried of pain,

                          The blood was oozing from his every vein.

                       
                           Beneath the shade they hid in resilience,

                           And His Last words pierced the silence,

                            "I Love you baby,shall take you away,
                             to Walk along, there's just one way"!

                             
                           He caught her breadth and cried in pain,
                               Staring at her in grief and disdain.

                               She moved her body now no more,

                                He fixed his eyes forever on her!!.

-SSW

Building k neechay....

                                                            Building k Neechay,

                                                          Jama hotay thay sab Yaar,

                                                            Zoron se lagatay thay,

                                                           Ek doosre ko pukaaar,,,,

                                                             Ab toh hai Sannata,

                                                            Aur Suni hai Galiyan,

                                                       Choot gayi Yaaron ki Yaariyan

                                                               Guzrun jo wahan se,

                                                       Toh bas "Meethi Yaadein" hon taaza 

                                                Dil kahay firse jee loon woh pal ek baar

                                                            Wo bhi kya din thay yaar!

                                                   

Gone are the days when we used to call out our friends in chorus at sharp 5.30 below the Building to play our hearts out.And the first thought that comes to my  mind down this" memory lane is kya din thay"seriously! I feel the 20th century generation had the best kind of childhood.I am not being prejudiced that this generation is not enjoying,surely they are,but somewhere they are missing out on the tenderness of innocence that we dwelled in.
 I have a very closely knitted memory of my childhood days,like i can recollect maximum incidences and the games we played, our fights,our gibberish talks,our amateur behavior,our foolishness and everything related to it. That's how i grew.We had no tab ,no whats app , no messenger but sharp shrill voices which pierced through the top floor to get the right person out.It's 5:3o and affu used to be down who stayed a few buildings away.She was always the first person to trigger the whole lot of bunch.The loudest voice among us was hers.And she used to come singing..."saimaaaaa,Truuuptiiii,sayaliiii,Eshaaaaa,snehalll,,Prajjjjj .We all stayed in adjacent buildings.But her voice was strong enough to get others down and  join until a chorus was formed.And soon a honeycomb full of enthusiastic children was formed playing Pakda pakdi,Lock and Key,color-color,football,cricket,Hide and seek,Tag-Tag and the list is endless.The street would be vibrant and Lively witnessing the craziness of 15-20 children playing like Today is the day.We used to get our cycles and play chor police on that.We ran about.Our bottles used to lined up at an aunty's place on ground floor who used to refill our bottle.A kind Lady.Yes,not to forget we have broken windows and put the blame on guys.The best kind of Memory which even today makes me laugh my gut out is  passing the football game(a modified version of football by girls).We stood on the two extreme ends and hit the ball with full energy to drive it to other end.Soon when we mastered this skill,we used to do target hitting i.e we hit the ball on the butts of the guys whom we did not like , just to embarrass them.[now dont call it Adam teasing ;)] Esha was my crime partner.Lol.So Foolish we were.We had a beautiful definition of celebration.We burst crackers in diwali together  and celebrated Christmas with all enthusiam. On eid,we had sewai and in diwali the modaks.From birthdays to festival we grew on simplicity.There was no competition, no jealousy.All we knew was 5.30 down with cycle.

But,now its all a memory which might fade away,but it gave me a childhood.It guided me to the first step of  being kind,how??,by accommodating even a weaker one in the group through 'kaccha limbu' ,it taught me to love each other,it helped me to know what is care'when one of us got hurt the others would run to get bandage' moreover I learned to forgive because tomorrow i played with the same person because of whom i fell today n bled my knee out.We never had the distinction of religion and caste.We were and are friends who met every evening to live a 'life' and laugh out together.We learned to adjust,by ignoring the fights and limiting it to words.Our call was not on the qwerty key pad.It was stringed by the cord of Love.Felt to be remembered.As i am at the end of this article i close my eyes to find my self " building k Neechay" calling out my friends"khelne ko aaa",Moreover i can hear them giggling,i can feel the laughter,i can sense the fights,i want to live it again.
But Alas,it's now an old chapter of my book which is indeed beautifully carved and I cherish each words of it every day.

-SSW
P.S:This post is dedicated to my colony friends who made my childhood awesome.Prajakta Andhale,Afreen Sayed,Sayali Panaskar,Snehal Chorge,Trupti Powar,Esha Yeddy,Vrushali Mohite.There were many others who joined us but these are the eminent personalities of the group.I Love u all.We had the best time together.Though we all are busy in our lives now but i am sure the memories of bldg 7 and 8 will be fresh always.

If you drive a four wheeler....

Accident is the most dreaded nightmare of one's life.It can not only wrap a 'Life' but leave a life "Lifeless". Some days ago, i was reading articles on Accident survivors,A simple jerk on Neck left the body paralyzed .Because the injury was at the cervical left of the spinal cord especially C5 C6, it lead to Quadriplegia i.e paralysis of all four limbs.The young guy who was soon to get married  is now dependent forever.Chances of Recovery even post intense Rehabilitation is difficult to comment on.Similar are  many other stories which will run a shiver down the Spine.

'Prevention is always better than the cure' is something that is drilled in our mind since the Primary schooling.But how much do we follow?

Remember when you are driving a four wheeler or be it you are riding a Bike ,you are not only responsible of your Life but also those who are along with you and the ones on the road , besides you.

In India,getting a licence is no big deal ( unfortunately ) and acquiring a permanent one doesn't give you a ticket to experience an air ride.This palm size id is not a proof of you being " Master rider " or a "Classic Driver"that you can cut alone the lane of Broad Moving road from extreme right to left with a blink of eyes and a  mere indicator expecting the world to move for your comfort.huh!.I have seen people abruptly cutting the lane and you can't even argue! Why..?Signal diya tha na. -_- ! 

There are some Driving Conduct and  Mannerisms if everyone follows , i am sure it might help to cut down on a few accidents which are not destined for.

Here's the list and the views expressed are on the basis of personal experience:

1)Make way for Ambulance:

This is a serious request.No matter how important is your meet but it can't be more than someone's life.There is someone inside  calling out for help silently ,you can't go deaf.

2)Respect other Vehicles:

This is especially for all the SUV's , the BEST buses(bus service of Mumbai),trucks etc, They all come like a Lion in the Jungle, and all the smaller vehicles freeze of fear being trampled and falling prey of an unexpected dent or a scratch or something worst than that.It seems they are the only people in Hurry.Create way for yourself but at-least learn to wait a few seconds.But no these guys can't bend down.Especially the buses,they just don't care.

3)Respect Two Wheeler:

If you are in four wheeler, remember one thing that this man on bike is sitting on an open seat.Even if he knocks on your car,its a reparable damage that will come by your way.But on the other hand ,your one knock on his bike can damage his life permanently.And if God forbid he doesn't survive it will damage your life forever.(you know what i mean).So don't Rush in,Make way and if required give way.Now,by this i don't mean you let the bikers conquer the road.Rather give them space,they are petty little animals of the jungle who can sneak through the narrowest tunnel.So don't crush them with your ego.

4)Honk a little less:

Patience is the key but our Indian drivers are deprived of this heritage because "Angrez "Sonay ki chidiya" k saath "Sabr ki chabi" bhi le gaye! :P Horns are the panic alarms especially for the beginner's.Poor guy is driving at the corner of the road at his own pace and you come like a ferocious animal and take his heart out with your Double or Triple horn.And the scenario is even  worst at signal,if the same poor guy is first in the line  and  the lane is up slope..Bichara,he is already learning to pick up and post green even a single second delay  kills  him and his driving desire there and then.I so hate this unnecessary honking.Now,another aspect if someone is stuck ahead you and is trying best to restart and fix the problem, then a single horn would be sufficient for him to know you are waiting.but no, we fire him with all our missionaries. Don't  panic him yaar!.He might make some mistake.

5)Follow signals and respect pedestrians.

This Reminds me of 'Satyameva Jayate'episode on safe driving.How fatal this carelessness turns out to be.Orange signal is the worst of  all risk.We all break signals at some point of time but some people don't have the mannerisms of even breaking signal.For a second they are at rest beside you and in no time you will find them in them in the middle of junction creating unnecessary chaos.Now,this is something that one cannot be trained at.Use some sense even if you are in hurry.And if possible follow the rules to the maximum extent.Another aspect,although pedestrians can be annoying at times especially when they come hopping & running with palm upright, never forget you are also one among them.Respect them ,they will add to your tolerance. 

6) Give correct Indicators:

This is self explanatory.Indicator is the only mode of communication on the road apart from continuous honking and the thrown abuses across the windows.Wrong indicator or no  indicator often welcomes a trouble.So keep yourself and others safe.

7)Helmet,Seat belt & carry all the documents.

Now i don't need to give explanation to why,but yet there are many smart people who will wear helmet/belt only with the fear of being caught and the latter chalan.The other day one friend argued at the point, Jo naseeb mein hota hai wo hoga,Now these are the people jinka kuch nahi ho sakta -_-
.Its your life,your body,do little you can to keep it safe.Even in my colony i wear seat belt,that sounds dumb but i am so used to it ,i feel incomplete without a belt.Be safe,Seat belt would prevent a whiplash injury or the risk of being thrown out or a sudden thrust down the spine.Helmet will save you from severe Traumatic Brain Injury.But We Don't care.

8)Keep calm and Keep your Ego aside

 Jaan na Pehchaan lekin Ego banay mehman.I don't understand why this ego is entertained so much on Road.Those looks through the window pane,blocking of each other with continuous horn is the commencement of a heated argument.Some of them even peep out of the window and start abusing each other.Fanatic ones stop in the middle of road ,come out and fight ,troubling others by creating an unnecessary traffic. Bhai Keep calm and Aagay badho.Another aspect i have observed is male ego,now this is not applicable to all but there are certain men who look down at women driver's and if she happens to overtake,they come behind to race along and go ahead thereby satisfying their ego and carving victory in their favor.How amateur that is.

9)Follow Highway etiquette's:

Lane Cutting is the mother of all accidents.Sticking to either right or left is very much convenient and safe for all the vehicles.And even if you  want to move ahead,at-least create a way.There are some impulsive ones who will hop on the broad bridge from right to left and center changing indicator at the fraction of second.These confused souls leave even other vehicles perplexed.No Road conduct.Better to maintain  a safe distance.In Gulf countries and states there are heavy fines on Lane cutting but we take our liberty for granted.

10)Have Parking Sense:

This a Global issue i feel.We all need to develop this sense.We find  BMC Road as our ancestral property and leave our vehicle at any awkward place not caring if it could be a reason of inconvenience.This adds to the irrelevant traffic and frustration.Tow van' s are biggest rescue though but rather than landing in such kind of trouble it is better to be vigilant always.Hum bhi Khush,Tum bhi Khush.

Though Nothing can challenge destiny and Indian roads.But we can turn things from bad to better if we collectively follow driving conduct.

P.S:Views expressed in this article are personal.Please add to the list in case i missed on anything.

-SSW

Slow Down Zindagi

The Greatest weapon against stress is our Ability to 

chose one thought over the Other!-William James

Stress is the silent Killer of all the happiness in life.But ,an antidote to it adds quality to Life.

It's weekend time, and my number of "to do 'pending things' has piled up on right shoulder drooping it down to the floor, and my left one is struggling with the weights of my text books that i am suppose to finish in a stipulated time.And my eyes is in a state of Nystagmus moving to and froth juggling between Articles, looking for the review of literature to support my thesis for which i am suppose to draft protocol and submit it to my guide on Monday morning.And to back this there are regular personal stressors etc around me.But wait i am all calm!..how?Something pulled me out,The Magical wand has kept me alive.The thoughts that were racing down my mind have paused for a while.
And i find myself in the perfect mood,My Hair is all soaked in the oil,My thin skinny book 'The Last lecture by Randy Paush' is Glowing midst the fat-Haughty Textbooks and to add to the glory i am sitting relaxed and writing this article on "Slow Down Zindagi"wahh,,,Kya baat hai :D

So,here are the  5 ways in which I De-stress and #SlowDownZindagi when it all becomes too much to handle.

1)Breathe In and breathe Out,Sit by the shore and Meditate.
My favorite relaxation point is sea face.When there is cognitive Overload, its time to vacate the extra thoughts and create space for self.Nothing can be more soothing than the fresh breeze.So,i just love to sit by the sea side leaving the chaos of the world behind my back and admiring the fineness of Life in front.Gulping the fresh air with deep breaths and engrossing in self carved world is a quick remedy for a long hectic week.

2)Maa k haath ka Head Massage
 What can be better than going to sleep with a champi filled with love and care.

3)Lost in the Books
Bridging the Fictional stories with the non functional notes anything that takes me to" my world" is a place where i want to get lost to be never found.All time stress buster this is.

4)Bloggers world
Stepping in the bloggers world is another antidote to the regular routine.The wonderful posts,Motivating stories,Inspiring lessons & Healthy competitions add tadka to the tasteless dal of routine.And the cherry on cake is when my fingers move in symphony tuning together on the 26 Alphabets to bring out an eternal smile of mine and that is when my eyes meets my thoughts.Re-reading your own write up definitely gives a worthy feel,though i know there is a long way to go but each article brings out something better relieving a few weights off my shoulder.

5)Kuch Pal Hasee kay
Spending quality time with the dear ones takes away a little worries.Being totally crazy and laughing out like there is no one to watch around is tip to "Keep Calm".be it friends and family just go there and enjoy life.


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One MOMENT!

I try to define that one Moment,

Off which I am uncertain!

Like a shrub lost in bushes,

I wander in my world of Emotions!

My Heart “Conceals “the truth of it,

And yet “Concedes” it to be…

Left unanswered are those umpteenth questions,

Which pops on my every Action?

When I banish it from my thoughts,

It seeps in through my Heart!

Though I keep it away from me,

Yet I drift towards it.

When my soul ventures  in Quietly,

Intricate Barriers stop me.

My state of heart is inexplicable,

Seems to be caught in the ‘web of some sorcerer’

I escape from it wisely,

Unaware that I am still in it!

Then I screen through every moment,

To find the cause of indignation,

To my surprise is the Oblivious ONE

Which has crossed the path of Affection

Off which I am uncertain!

-SSW

Far but yet Close

Dear Granny I miss you so much,
Cant put my feelings into Words.
I knew there would be a time for you to Go,
Leaving behind your Happiness and Sorrow.
But your journey from Earth to Heaven,
Was Like an Unexpected Rain!
Buried through the thoughts i Wonder,
What an irony of nature,
In pain you were left to suffer,
And happiness took you over.
Like a nightmare went that day,
With it when you Passed Away,
And left us in the Ocean of sadness,
Into which we sail till day
Just to Let you know my Dear,
You were the Light of our darkness,
And your Presence made our day.
I miss that Smile on your face,
Off experience would enlighten.
Your Crispy Lips when touched my cheeks,
Happiness would Roll from head to feet.
Your stories of ghost and beast,
In my thoughts still leap.
I miss the way you stood by my side,
Just to defend me in Plight.
Your last words come as an Echo,
Out they burst with tears and Flow.
Off the world when i hide,
In your memory spend some time,
Console myself you are still alive,
Far but yet Close to my life,
In my heart you Reside.

P.S:This poem is dedicated to my Grandmother Syeda Iqbal Fatima Wasti.A lady who was a friend to everyone.We Lost her on 27th Jan 2010,but she is and will be always alive in our hearts.My day begins and ends by remembering her.The most influential person and dearest to me.Dadda I miss u alot <3!
-SSW

The Silent Observers

The worst enemy of humanity is "Silence".The Silence that bows to injustice..The Silence that many eyes comforted in when a rape victim was begging for help on the streets of Delhi two years back.The Silence that neighbor's choose against the domestic violence of next door.The silence when a girl is teased on road.The Silence against extortion.The Silence that prevails during biased recruitment.The silence against the child being forced to work at the construction site.The Silence that has covered up all the fake encounters.The Silence that fills the Scams and all malfunctioning in the system.
It is this silence adopted by us which gives the politician an opportunity to ignite the flame of riot in which we burn ourselves.The silence that rules our Life is the same "silence" that many of us carry when we have to speak rather when we should speak against ...................................................
Whats the big deal in protesting with the crowd when you stood silent when you were not suppose to?

The Hypocrisy of Humans, Chod na yaar,kya karna hai? ,"Ye toh Roz ka hai", "Chalta hai " "Who has time to get in "?, "Accident hua hai,police k chakkar mein kon padega?" ,"apna toh nahi hai na,?'," i care a damm,i have other work as well!",  "Roz ka raasta hai,in gundon se kon panga lega"?..xyzz..etc etc

After a day,Headlines flash" Candle Light Protest at....... against..........

Few days later"Kuch nahi honay wala is desh ka....And the Life goes on.............

The silent observers are the biggest threat to humanity.Till now i have heard and read about it,but today i experienced it.Like every day,i headed to my bus stop on the usual time of 8.30-8.45 from where i catch my BEST bus(its Local a bus service in Mumbai) for my college and it takes hardly 10-15 minutes for me to reach my destination.I reached the stop where there were already people waiting for the bus.Four men were sitting on the stop and a few standing.Surprisingly,all new faces for me.May be i had missed my regular bus by a minute and all my known faces must have gone.Anyway,that was not an issue for me.But there was an old ragged seemingly maniac guy,must be chronic schizophrenic or alcoholic,with long hair and beard,who looked like not had bath since ages ,was sitting adjacent to that stop on the footpath and eating some random things and muttering to self which gradually turned in to shouting and abusing to which no one payed attention.Everyone was busy in themselves,passerby's went their way,and we were waiting for the bus.A known face,soon came to the stop,an aunty whose name i still don't know neither much of her whereabouts,but i have been seeing her at the same time on the stop since my first year of graduation and now i am in first year of post graduation.We exchanged smile like always, and spoke a little of usual routine.We moved on the other side because of that ragged man and his abuses.A little later i got a call from my friend and as i was talking,in no time that ragged man came running towards me,stood in front and started abusing at the top of his voice.His speech was very much unclear.The only two words i could pick up apart from his abuses was "tum Musalman" and "utaaar ye"(pointing at my scarf)(May be some depressing past must have come up or whatever) .
For a moment i freezed,though i did not react much but i raised my voice to "Kya hai" with as much firmness as possible.He continued to abuse and went back to the place he was sitting at.
The passerby's had stopped for a while and later joined back walking,the men on the stop were unresponsive,they sat there like a hand made statue,unresponsive and not in contact with the happening.The aunty stood by me,comforting not to worry and i smiled at her,"i am fine" and pretended to be chilled like nothing happened.She ushered those men"Ap log kuch bolte kyun nahi" and one of those motionless object got a life and said"Koi Fayda nahi,faraq nahi padega"!! !(in my mind i was boiling of Anger).The other three men sat there dead to the world like before.To my rescue,bus came in the next few seconds,and we got it.The silent observers moved their ass.!
The next ten minutes till i reached college i just kept thinking,what if he would have hit me with stone,what if he would have done this and that...The silent observers shook my faith on humanity.I was angry irritated,,not on that ragged man because i presumed him to be insane,but rather on the sane ones who remained motionless.Had they only immediately stood at their place or walked a few step it would have made some difference. But....Silence Prevailed...

The Same Silence in which even we wrap ourselves at some point of Time....

It's Time to Introspect Our self??..But who cares...Ye toh Roz ka hai.....


P.S:This is a generalized opinion.A sense of deep respect for all the organizations/social workers NGO's or others ,working for the social cause and stand up when they should.Its they who make this place worth surviving.A request to all"Don't be a silent observer,rather a patient listener and an active speaker"Stand up when your fellow human needs you.

-SSW

Walk it Up!

"Walking is the Best form of Exercise" is something i have Grown up hearing from Everyone.But the fact that remains hard is like many other wise advises ,i ignored this one too.When it came to walking, i have been the laziest Soul who takes car,cab or bus even to Market/any other Closest Place  which i can definitely walk up but my lazy calf's always give up before i venture in to it.I am an Occupational Therapist by Profession and Exercises and Rehabilitation is my bread and butter,and my endurance i feel is lower than a few of my Patients.Motivated to Condition my Body to optimal Endurance i decided to Exercise every day for at-least Thirty Minutes.The First week Post this decision was full of Energy.I started with Gradual warm ups and then resistive with weighted cuffs and Five pound dumbbell.My Father was all impressed by my dedication.And he advised me to start with push ups.I tried the First "Namaskar"{Push up}and i was flat on the floor and all the muscles of my body seemed to yell of Pain and i gave up.The Next day again i tried and was successful with one.This Routine continued for a week and then Mismanagement of time and schedule left me again in No Exercise Mode.Since Two Weeks i have been Promising to Self"Kal Se"But we all know Tomorrow never comes.But Today is there,so from today i started walking 5kms apx. which is the distance from my college to Home.Inspired by my friend Sneha who walks up around 8 km to her house every day i decided to try it out.And i could without getting fatigued.
                                                     .". Physical inactivity is estimated to cause around 5.3 million deaths each year,10 and in many countries the majority of people do not reach the minimum level of physical activity recommended for Good health "Walking is the best,Low intensity and easiest form of Physical activity,which not only helps to maintain the Physical Health but also Mental.It expels out the extra Energy channelized with Negativity and Frustration.It is also Refreshing once your body gets adapted to it.Following is the Research data available to support the Content.
 Citation:http://www.ideafit.com/fitness-library/walking-the-latest-research
Walking slows mental decline. A study of 6,000 women, ages 65 and older, performed by researchers at the University of California, San Francisco, found that age-related memory decline was lower in those who walked more. The women walking 2.5 miles per day had a 17-percent decline in memory, as opposed to a 25-percent decline in women who walked less than a half-mile per week.

Walking lowers Alzheimer’s risk. A study from the University of Virginia Health System in Charlottesville found that men between the ages of 71 and 93 who walked more than a quarter of a mile per day had half the incidence of dementia and Alzheimer’s disease, compared to those who walked less.

Walking improves sleep. A study from the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center in Seattle found that women, ages 50 to 75, who took one-hour morning walks, were more likely to relieve insomnia than women who didn’t walk.

Walking lightens mood. Research reported in the British Journal of Sports Medicine found that walking 30 minutes a day boosted the moods in depressed patients faster than antidepressants. Why? Walking releases natural pain­killing end­or­phins to the body – one of the emotional benefits of exercise. A California State University, Long Beach, study showed that the more steps people took during the day, the better their moods were.

    
Further Walking also Provides an Opportunity for Meditative Intent.It Helps Body to Connect with Mind.Its a wonderful way of Changing focus.

Citation:http://news.stanford.edu/news/2014/april/walking-vs-sitting-042414.htmlCreative thinking improves while a person is walking and shortly thereafter, according to a study co-authored by Marily Oppezzo, a Stanford doctoral graduate in educational psychology, and Daniel Schwartz, a professor at Stanford Graduate School of Education.

Thus Walking is not a Weapon to tackle Mere Asthama,Diabetes or Heart disease rather its an Armor to stay Protected.After all the Old Wise Saying wins the Game”Prevention is better than Cure.”

Every Lock has a Key and So,there is a Solution to Every Problem.

To all the Disappointed Souls who had Sincerely started of Gym and Regular Exercise like Me :P,but could not continue for what so ever reason,”Just walk it up!And to those who Walk Regularly”You Rock!Keep it up.:)

-SSW