Posts tagged "Experience"

Wanderer

I don’t have a laptop anymore and I have been craving to write from the last few days. Craving won’t be the right word. I have been actually dying to write. There are two main ingredients to do writing: imagination and discipline. I know I have a strong imagination. I also know I am highly indisciplined. Continue reading

Naani

Naani passed away due to a cardiac arrest on the night of 7th and 8th June, 2014. I received a phone call from my sister at the early hours of the morning, informing me about it. The first thought that crossed my mind was how my mother would cope up with this loss. By then, I didn’t know what happened to Naani. I could only imagine my shattered mother feeling homeless, guideless and still to sail through 30-40 years of her life, now without her mother. I talked to my mother for less than a minute and before I could think anything about the situation or what to do about it, I found myself in metro, traveling towards Kashmere Gate ISBT. Continue reading

An Encounter With Death

I had never been to a graveyard in my life before. It was my uncle’s death anniversary. I didn’t know him much but I felt a connect, a strange connect when I stood beside his grave. The news of his death last year was shocking. No one expected that this would happen. Not even my uncle would have imagined his death. I wasn’t at the burial last year but as I stared at the ground, blank faced, I could imagine a clear picture as to how it would have been. There is no shedding of tears right now. The faith that we will meet him soon makes my heart smile. That’s mere faith that comes with hope. Hope to meet him soon and faith that our hopes would turn out to be true one day. I was engulfed in utter silence. Nobody had anything to share. I wonder how my uncle felt when he breathed his last breath. A second before leaving this world, what exactly he would have felt? Guilt? Regret? That he couldn’t live his life a little longer? My uncle was a filthy rich man. I think regret could have been an emotion he felt at that particular moment. What about the thought of leaving his wife and only son? Does a person before dying think about himself and his present condition? Does he ponder upon the fact that in a matter of seconds he will be no more? Or does he think about the plight of the people he will be leaving behind? No book, no individual on Earth has got this opportunity to write how he or she felt when they died. Continue reading

An Asshole & A Faithful

It was June 2011, I was working in UAE. I was taking driving classes to obtain my driving license and believe me, getting a driving license in UAE is one hell of a task. I’d been taking classes for the last four months, failed three tests and was paying a sum equivalent of INR 10,000 every week to pay for the extra classes and take up the test again. One morning, I was waiting for my turn to drive for the road test to get my driving license. I failed the test yet again, but witnessed an amazing incident in parts for about 3 hours while I waited for my turn to drive. So, here’s how it went: Continue reading