My belief in word 'Miracle' just strengthened

Yesterday my day was not less than that of a movie star. I could imagine myself like Simran of DDLJ (Kajol) running to catch her train.


So it all started at 1530 in the afternoon when in between a meeting I looked for the last day of registration of LLB it was 16 May , 5:00pm. Just one and half hour to submit my form. So it started with me just abruptly getting up from the meeting asking them to excuse me and assuring I will be back in few minutes.

Left the office with exactly the money required to get the demand draft made. Miracle No. 1:  one of my office colleague accompanied me to the close by bank to get the draft made. Sometimes infact always the women sitting across the counter just have more privilege than us, they just feel so proud saying 'no' as if they are rejecting girls , their son like. I feel they take out anger on the customers like us who come to them. So my colleague hopeful was begging and pleading to this lady but she didnt bother to look at us and just kept saying its 3:30 , no, no ,no..... He wanted me to be soft. I was losing it our here I thought even if i get the draft made I will no way be able to reach. But then there comes the Buddha's wisdom and I called up this cousin of mine studying there.

Miracle No: 2   He asked me to rush to Cannaught Place  (cp)get the demand draft made from either ICICI or HDFC as they are open till 8 in the evening. So i got into an auto and was about to leave for CP when i checked i had the exact amount of money for the demand draft. I would have needed some more. So i got down the auto and went to the shop where I often have patent tea. Smriti wale chai (Smriti's tea) which is less sugar, less milk. And the good generous uncle gave me Rs. 300. That was miracle No. 3. All shopkeepers, telecallers, women in banks, your mother , his mother , his uncle, her aunties are aunties and uncles for all of us. We dont call them as Mr. Verma or Mrs. Kumar. 

I was losing all hopes, having second thoughts and that’s where i get back to my angel My mom. I called her told her how stupid and ignorant I was of not remembering the last date for submission. That's why she is called a mama because she didnt scold me then but just said dont worry go ahead and do it.
This was a booster the biggest Miracle , so Miracle No. 4 .

I reached the Bank and saw a long cue of people waiting to submit cash and get the draft made so here happened my Miracle No. 5 . My colleague who had accompanied me to the bank, one of his friend's work here ( what a coincidence ). He helped me to quickly get it done and then there were some generous people. Top it all the bank was charging some extra money to get this done. Then i ran out of Rs.65 (now i dont know how). SO this friend' s friend lend me the money. So nice of him. Finally within minutes my DD was made.I thought i will withdraw money from my account and pay him back, this is my life so things have to go the way they have. As i said that I just ran out of a meeting I was not carrying my bag just the my wallet without my debit card and other important things and the forms and my cheque book.  I realised my wallet doesnt have my debit card. From here I thought wether I should go back and check my bag in office or go ahead and submit my form. My cousin called again and he said that one of his friend is already standing there, waiting for me  I should rush.  I told him I dont have money. Thank You brother , for again encouraging me.... Angel No. 2 . He said not to worry about the money just go ahead and submit the form, his friend will lend me the money.

Angel No. 3: My little brother and my mother literally read out all my marks to me and i filled my form in the metro Miracle No. 6. The phone didnt get once disconnected and my mother never lost her patience in between handling household chores and packing my dads bag as he was leaving within hours for a foreign trip.

I got down the metro station and a humble rickshaw wallah called me offering the least amount to drop me to the concerned department. As I said this is my life and things at once cannot fall in place. I ran out of the pictures to be submitted so I asked the rickshawallah to quickly take me to a photoshop. And asked if he can help me monetarily, will pay him back. He agreed Miracle No. 7. So actually the rickshaw puller paid for my passport size photos. When i reached the photo shop it was not a studio. The photographer was amazed I was shouting and asking him to hurry up not letting him do anything else. So while taking my picture he asked me to smile... That was the last thing I wanted to do, but just for the camera for a second I did that.

Miracle 8: My brother's friend met me outside saw my form and right on time the form got submitted. Phew.... finally sucess . He paid my rickshaw puller gave me some money to travel back home. Angel Angel ....

Yes they were people back in office I knowing praying and wishing my form gets submitted, my boss who let me out of that meeting , my colleague and his friend, my brother who was there and wanted me to submit that form. My mother and younger brother for wondering how much i want to study but still supporting me. And the rickshaw puller who not only made it on time but also gave me a ride back to the Metro station in just Rs. 10 and just asking to give him good blessings. So the day was perfect I did it and strengthen my belief in Miracles. Yes they do happen. You just need to believe in them. Like what the Alchemist says ' If you really want something the whole universe conspires to give it to you."

I have to go back and return the money but without their help it wouldnt have been possible. And yes at the end of the day I treated my self  and my friend to a beer..... aah just like a cherry on the cake. It was perfect.

So real like Simran was able to catch the train like reel life Simran.

Back to work and Congratulations! One week without Facebook .


 

The week that went by

The week that went by,
I was happy, I was sad
I was good, I was bad,
I was wise , I was foolish,
I was jealous, I was compassionate,
I was weak , I was strong,
I hated , I loved,
I exercised, I ate,
I traveled, I learned
I forgave, I forgot,
I cried , I laughed,
I shopped, I forgot
I learned, I forgot.....
I dreamt, I forgot

But today again I begin  a new week with hope

Dont Touch Me! or I will Chip ko

So over coffee last night with a friend of mine ..... this was what i heard.
And the other thing,
The day you fall in love, Be prepared to be get cheated,
P.S.- Be safe!
Thank You! Simmo.....

 Busy day at work...

Problems and Piercing

The title is just a passing thought in Sehar's mind. I was thinking  how painful piercing is on the first day, it really hits you. Same are problems when they hit you they are really painful. But what's beautiful about both of them as time passes we just appreciate them and try beautifying them. For first few days piercing really pains but then later we try new types , colours, forms of jewellery. Same is with problems when we have them at first its painful, but later we share experiences of coming out of them.  We beautify our problems by our strength, our courage, our wisdom.

So enjoy problems and  piercing.

Congratulations! I survived 24 hours without facebook.

Now a day without a mobile phone

When suddenly this morning the day just began, and I made up my mind to look forward to a pleasant day in life. My mobile phone is missing. Now after stressing my brain I still cant think where was it last with me. Nor that i have misplaced a BlackBerry, but a phone is a phone. I am just sad that I will miss listening to songs the whole day. And that inbox full of messages, which i have to keep deleting the old ones so that i can receive new ones.

These two days are just making me think how did people in old age or probably say 20 years ago lived without any gadgets or social networking sites. So today I am doubly marginalises, one without a mobile phone and two without facebook.

I am happy that i will escape the harassing phone calls which I am receiving from students of various universities across the country. As they are chasing me to find out whether I have accepted their application or not.  By the way its summers and the peak time for students to come for internship.  AsI work in a leading ngo and a law firm, we have students through out the year who come here for internship.
Indian law universities have made it mandatory for first year students to undertake an internship in an N.G.O. , so most of the first year , recently school graduate students come for an internship to us. Without any bent towards Human Rights and after few years on the basis of one of their certificate from an NGO they go and join Corporates.

Already everything in our country is getting corporatised, they have not even left the upcoming generation. Lure them with handsome salaries that these students prefer corporates over litigation. Anyway this was a nice way of taking out my frustration.

DO you ever feel that sometimes so many shocks in life come together that the intensity of the second- third one  are not a big deal. As in you already going through a shock mode then just bring it on. What worst can happen.

My evening without facebook

Each time I go and click a new tab I look for Facebook, its a bad bad addiction. I think its easier to get over alcohol than facebook addiction

An alternate to Facebook

Today I deactivated my facebook account, so I thought I will brush up my writing skills. I have played this hide and seek with facebook earlier. Last time was when I had my Masters Exams. But for long now I had loved being on Facebook.

Moreover over the years it had become an addiction, every time you post something on your wall, you want to know how many likes and comments. So it was almost like getting 'A+' in school, when you have more than five likes. Often I have seen people getting pictures clicked only for facebook.... so we now have the facebook pose.

Today I just thought that I dont want to be noticed by the World. So I am going off facebook, so for all those my friends in distant lands, I will miss you but dont worry we can go back to old ages, send letters  or better send emails( save paper).

So this was my after lunch facebook session time.