An open letter to the BRAVE CITY OF MUMBAI.

 

I choose to title this as RED. Red is a color we know stands for love, trust, strongest bonds of friendships, passion and trust. How could someone not like RED? It is omnipresent. It is within us and everywhere outside. RED is the color of Blood.

But I started to hate RED on this day. The 26th of November. It has been a decade of me hating RED. I was only eleven when I developed a hatred for the color RED. Let me answer the arising question. WHY?

It's a decade of horrific, terrible and unforgettable attacks of 26/11 on the brave city of MUMBAI and of me hating the color RED. As a city, MUMBAI was popular across the globe and well known for its color of unity, harmony, steadiness, love, compassion and brotherhood. Probably the city that fulfilled dreams wished that this was just a bad dream. Just another nightmare, that once it woke up from this bad dream everything would be back to normal. That Mumbai would be alive and kicking like always. But unfortunately, this was an alarming truth. Truth in its horrible RED color form to Mumbai a city that usually bleeds blue starting from the Arabian Sea to the Wankhede stadium and to its hovering clear skies. But Mumbai was not just bleeding RED, it was everywhere outside on top of lying dead bodies that never knew what was coming to them and why it was happening to them. Death came in RED that day. It came to innocents, to children, to women, to men, to doctors and to those who had sworn to protect my country, all of them were bleeding RED.

I have read that one should learn to forgive. But on all my breaths I would pray for punishment and pray to the listening one that let there not be forgiveness to those who caused this trauma to the great city and the people within its boundaries. All those terrorists who were responsible for causing this trauma in Mumbai are dead now. But GOD please let death not be their safe escape to the SINS they have caused. Let there be justice. Justice in its finest form. Justice that they deserve. I don't know if the concept of many births exists in reality. But if it does TORTURE them to an epitome of TRAUMA in each of their births.

Let those sworn to protect my country, the innocents and the Bravehearts find peace.

 

My kind homage to all those who sacrificed themselves to safeguard us on that day and many other days

 

I am so HAPPY that I am writing this.
To begin with I am a SACHIN GOD TENDULKAR fan.
For the people who know me, it's a line that they would obviously know and want to skip
For those who don't might end up asking what's different about that.
To answer that question before the chain of questions pulls into your brain. There is not much different about that.
The only difference being that I am a fan of SACHIN GOD TENDULKAR to a point where you start linking it to insanity.
Now that might be true. You might feel that's even valid once and if you know me well. But regardless of what it is called, You can call it blind love, insanity, craziness, over the limits, fandom and dozen other random things that are usually thrown into me, once I start speaking about this TOPIC.
Once I start speaking of my GOD.
I LOVE THIS TO MY ABSOLUTE CORE
AND I AM SURE THAT I CANNOT LOVE ANYTHING AND ANYBODY TO THIS POINT.
So if you think this is INSANITY.
I LOVE TO BE INSANE.
TO BE THOSE DOZEN THINGS.
The only reason being that this is what makes me happy. This makes me smile, The most genuine and generous smile that flashes across my face ever. And going by human virtues it's not easy for someone to be happy. People do so much to be happy, I can start that list from life taking adventures to expensive meals to a counselling session and to train fake happiness (or for temporary happiness: habits like smoking, alcohol and what not obsessions). For me, it's not difficult to be happy. Play a video that has SACHIN in it. Mention his name to me. Flash his photo. Get me his news article.  Or else if nothing is working with me start playing the STRAIGHT DRIVE HE PLAYED AGAINST MALINGA. IND VS SL. 2011 WORLD CUP FINALS.
You got my attention for sure.
I think I genuinely am a very selfish guy. Because I see him, to be happy. To be good. To not, lose my mood or not be angry at anyone. But then it's there because I love him unconditionally, unconsciously and without expecting anything.
I don't want the world to say I am big SACHIN fan.
I don't want Sachin to reply me on social media.
I don't want to meet him personally.
I didn't want him to perform when he was playing.
I don't expect a return
I just watch him, read about him, write things related to him and talk about him because I genuinely get happy about that.
If anyone of these things happen nothing like it. But when it doesn't still leave me equally happy.
And I wish everyone achieves that in life. May God bless everyone with something or someone that they could love unconditionally. Without expecting returns.

Thank you, Sachin.
For being what you are.
For spreading joy and bringing me to peace in numberless forms, numberless times and across numberless platforms.

I have always believed that I am an above average writer. Not that I wanted to become one or I aspire to be one it was just a feeling that was always there. For me, writing was more about diving deep and understanding what you think of things. About what you are. Because as a part of pouring his/her heart out in words writers always dive deep into their hearts finding words and emotions to construct something out of their creativity.
Now today I read a few of my sister's writing and while reading her perception on love I also found a perception that I never I had in me for love. Like I said I believed I was an above average writer. Now had this piece of article been written by anyone else apart from my sister it would have turned me into a judgemental individual. And I would have definitely envied the vocabulary and the emotional connect but as this was my sister who wrote this article I found myself to be appreciative of the masterpiece. Like my idol Tagore says that women are much more evolved than men when it comes to emotions, my sister truly makes me realise that. I try to put some efforts joining the dots and trying to create an emotion with my limited vocabulary but I am like most other men who write after a lot of thinking. The kind of presentation that my sister has in her writing is really mesmerising. It leaves you with awe, and in appreciation of the way, things have been bought to the table. It is much more palatable with those highly evolved emotions and strikingly beautiful use of words. When I observe her writing I see that it's multidimensional and amazing. Unlike most others, because when I write I feel that I could only use adjectives to advantage in my vocabulary as I learnt in life and not in books. Probably my sister has a vocabulary that comes from treasures of emotions beyond books. Maybe it comes from experiences, from observance, from people, from reading or from within her but regardless I feel it's an asset.

To a great writer that my sister will be one day I would always ask you to be yourself not because you are better than perfect, not because you are my sister, not because of your vocabulary only because I believe that you can nonchalantly express to impress with your unique ability of being able to not just think in and out of the box but think around the box, besides the box, above the box, beneath the box and even freaking without the box. And that really is amazing and inspiring.

For you have always been the most wonderful soul, a guide, a friend, a sister and most importantly a beautiful girl who leads by example. You also become the reason I believe that females are actually better than males. You become the reason for me to respect other females around me.
Keep up the good work.
Sorry for bothering you with the long text.

Your loving brother who is not really a writer, so understand the emotions. Rest I know it's a long, boring piece of text that you can't call as writing.

I never thought I was a good writer. I never wanted to be either. I can only thank the supreme soul for not making me a writer.
For "APRIL 24" sake
A writers job is not one of the easiest,  to feel something then visit the lanes down his memory to give that feeling some words, to create a connection between the pen to that very feeling so that it feels it's written straight from the heart and not just penned down for namesake. I mean the number of emotions that flow through my blood keeps increasing with every pump that comes out of the ventricular section in my heart. And at this time is what I feel my heart's not big enough to give space to so many emotions. It sends down a signal for the brain to help but processing emotions are something that's not easy. Still got to sink in this moment. Got to feel that there can be days where you don't really know what exactly are you feeling. Obviously, it's an extremely HAPPY day but then the number of emotions crossing the number of cells that my body is collectively composed of. The jolt of emotions on this very day is strong enough for me to feel that I am tired of even being so HAPPY in one day.
To be very honest it's an injustice that GOD has done with me. Keeping me on the all-time high of Happy emotions. But then HOW?
HOW CAN I EVER THANK GOD ENOUGH FOR THIS DAY?
My role model, my icon, my everything
SACHIN GOD TENDULKAR celebrates his birthday on April 24 to keep my happiness limits over the danger bars on the bridge of sea that's flooded with happy emotions. If this wasn't enough It's also the birthday of my sister, my support system, the teacher, the preacher, the guide, the light, the pride and the bestie that GOD blessed me with was also born on this very day. Now the bridge that I was earlier talking about the flood of emotional happiness has overtaken that and it's no longer there. The emotions were way too much to be handled by being on top of them with that bridge.  If even this was under control God made sure that I am fully dunked in the flood of emotions and it's also the marriage anniversary for my mom and dad.  So it makes enough emotions to cut down everything else and make me sink in all the emotions, all the happiness.
There is no better day in this world for me and there can't be one either.
There is a plethora of happiness around me on this day and I enjoy every single bit of it.
SORRY about the length the gears in my brain a bit rusty with all the flood but it's not every day that happens.
Completely love this day.
There are no words to thank GOD enough for this very day.
And to tell you it has just begun

Hi everyone,
Well, it's always difficult to start and it is more difficult here as I was not aware myself that I would be writing somewhere apart from chats, letters and somewhat in Exams. But then there are people who love my average writing for something. They seem to like it, to enjoy it and they push me to do these things. I just owe them a big thank you and everyone can be assured I rarely use this term but when I do I mean it to the core. So I dedicate this first on the blog to the one who has been asking me to start.  Today I am starting, learning something new, this experience is strange but I am loving it.  When I said yes to the thought of writing a blog I was not serious and I am being very honest here. I said yes just because I felt you would forget after a few times or I would make you give up after a few attempts. But then I forgot that it's a strong mould that shapes not the one that one can shape. So ICE CHIPS once again and as decided I am writing a blog and this one is for you. No hopes to impress you with this piece of text, not even that you like it but just a genuine attempt to do what I have been asked to do.

Today I am going to write on "FRIENDSHIPS" in short I am going to write what my eyes see of this world and what logic my brain interprets that image into. So I would start with something that defines a human being
"FRIENDSHIP "
Although it would have been just another word, a casual relationship or a worldly affair for me but then I learned that there is more to it. I won't be wrong in saying that I don't value any human relationship more than that of friendship but here you may ask me what about My family? My parents? My siblings? The answer to all of it is very simple and it would ease your nerves on my understanding about this topic "FRIENDSHIPS". So to me, friendships were never far away.  I was a go-getter in adding new people(friends)  to my limited circle.  If I will tell you why because I was made friends at home with everyone. Now to say we go ahead and quote that my dad is my best friend, my mom is my best friend or my sister, my brother or XYZ relation in my family is my best friend. But then if it's just a saying and we are not feeling the same level of comfort that we have in friends would spoil this. I learned a lesson early God knows when but I was able to understand that friendships are not about being available to someone all the time or in bad/good times, it is about truly understanding when someone can't be there. It is about having the trust that we won't have to ask the question tags to get our answers but we will know that there is a solid reason for this temporary unavailability. It's about sharing similar levels of trust, mutual understanding and respect. It is indeed the most crucial element in all human forged relationships your loss for one of the elements into a relationship swings the thread open in the air just below a sword to cut through it.
It is not temporary, it is permanent.
It is the end of ego and the start of respect.
It is one of the most selfless multidimensional aspects of life.
To end this I would say that I found my GOD in my friends
There is a saying by the great LORD SWAMI SAMARTHA which says Bhiu nakos, me tujhya pathishi aahe, fortunately, or unfortunately, I always found a friend behind my back in my need of the hour.
So maybe LORD SAMARTHA himself has decided to help me by becoming my friend.
I found him on the back seat while riding way out of my trouble,
I found him besides when I needed to pick a burden I am not capable of.
I see him smile to cheer me up
I see him in a lot of places
But I always see him in my friends.

Dedicated to friends who make life beautiful,
Make a Birthday to Happy birthday
Turn a fake smile to a broader dose of laughter.
Who wipes the shaded tear and stop the Dam to follow.
To people who make life Amazing.
And to- FARHEEN.
(TO FORCE ME INTO WRITING THIS)