Eternally beautiful - Bendshil

Working with a rehab centre for spastics named SANGOPITA and its residential centre being located in Bendshil, I m supposed to visit there often to impart therapy to the mentally & physically challenged children.
It goes this way that after I am done with my job in day care centre, I have to rush to the residential one, yelling on the driver to be quick as most of the times he’s found busy enjoying his share of tea upstairs. The journey starts at around 11:30 am in the morning, takes around 15 to 20 minutes to reach there, and those few minutes are like the precious eternal moments stolen from the stormy reckless life that doesn’t render a micromilli second of the very abstract that claims to wait for none!
Bendshil is a small village in the interiors of Badlapur city. Taking right turn from the well equipped Kondeshwar highway goes a narrow single road with curves at unusual points which serves as the means of transport for the handful of vehicles passing by as well as the pedestrians, and yet no one complains of the ill-infrastructure coz for them this thin path with large chunks of holes at every next step itself is not less than a bliss!!
I prefer to catch hold of the front seat, just next to the driver coz that’s the only one which prevents you from the sudden jerks on your backbone and while peeping out of the window I find the folks leading their lives in a totally different entity.
INITIALLTY I used to look out so as to breathe a sigh of relief and provide my eyes behind the spectacles with its basic need as I had heard somewhere that looking at green helps you getting minus your specs. SLOWLY it drew me to the deeper levels of biosphere and I started moving more and more closer to the endowment named NATURE. Houses made up of mud and thatched roofs, and through its dark opening is visible a little cradle kept aside, probably the infant taking nap says thanks to the silence in the vicinity when he sneezes producing a small ‘achchoo’ sound and then going back to sleep again! Heaps of fodder for the grazing cattle dumped on bare soil, that’s partly wet due to the scanty raindrops showered over it during the wee hours of dawn; and glimpses of the 21st century bullock carts, with horns painted red and blue and garlands entangled around their necks, are few of those things that give this lovely incredible rural piece of land a total thumbs up!.. I bet it gives a fairly good competition to the one depicted in the picturesque landscapes! There’s a primary school also named ‘Nagar Parishad Vidyalaya’, and the tiny tots there may not have the privilege to step into the elite Carmel Convent nearby, but again, are unmatchable in their own sphere of balancing between their studies and household chores laden on them right from the time of their first cry!
Adoring every aspect of this beautiful small arena (pun intended), what I hate the most are the hollow voids dug out in the roads which leads my back to go through hell; spondylitic changes I can feel without the Cobb’s Angle being detected over Roentgenographic examination!
Now as every good thing comes to an end, so had to this journey. Can’t compare the oldie van to Sukhoi Supetjet, but yeah, it’s certainly not less than the reliable ‘Dhanno’!!
As the destination comes nearer, I start thanking God that my paraspinals and vertebrae are still perfectly aligned in their normal position, and start cursing the ‘TIME’, humming these lines inside – ‘aye jaate huye lamho, zara thehro, zara thehro’.
I think the proverb is much correctly said ‘all is well that ends well’, and so was this small fabulous expedition that was no less than a maze!

Rendezvous with thyself!

When your life’s packed with loads of stuff (apart from those enlisted in the pending column of course) almost 24*7, you rarely obtain the time to even check out the very basic happenings around your life, viz. remembering the DOB’s of your best buddy comes under the job list of the reminder option of your cellphone coz the content inside your cranial vault is running short of memory…err.. or should I say the storage capacity of the ‘memory card’ has expired?.. well , whatever …and what if the phone runs out of battery in the hour of need?..the seemingly tech-savvy you, just tend to relate yourself to that ‘missed call alert’ by missing out the rare opportunity of being with your loved ones, which otherwise also, you have to carve out with great great efforts!
Seems like we ourselves have taken the responsibility of jumbling up our respective lives under the garb of so called ‘stressed-up situations’ and ‘hectic lifestyles’ ! We take proud in tagging ourselves as the ‘participant of rat-race’, as often the answer to many of our friends’ questions (read hearty requests) is again a question (accompanied by a convincingly fake smile), ie. “Where is the time boss? , will catch you later” or closer home, in our Mumbaiya ishtyle, the quote sounds much better (read more straight) – “Tere saath baad me baat karta hai, abhi apun ke dhandhe ka time khoti nahi karne ka kya”? …And why blame others when I myself don’t remember that when did I last take an evening stroll with my mom; or getting more techie, had replied to a friend’s SMS (other than the urgent ones of course, see how mean I can get?)…Things getting more and more pathetic, taking pity on me, one of my friends messaged me some really nice and adorable lines which read ‘Earlier we used to say “let’s meet and plan out something” and now we say “let’s plan to meet up someday” …how the perspectives of looking at life changes simultaneously with the process of growing up? …nobody complains as everyone has got that flip side to him/herself which draws a line somewhere that is supposed to keep the relationships alive.., but only through a certain distance (mind it, it’s ‘distance’ and not ‘displacement’, coz expanded, it’s defined as the shortest path taken and none of us prefer to opt for that)… and one day this fine line grows up into a tough barrier which stands firmly in between all sort of relations viz. family, friends, humanity and claims itself to be the best and most faithful creation of yours, will never defy you and for a change, possesses the virtue of preparing yourself to stand still courageously in the so called ‘worst phase of life’ and I am in total agreement with W.H.Davis, a genius poet you see, will defeat Bejan Daruwala with his future forecasts!
Well, this was my initiative of fixing a date with your own self, with few head banging sessions and some sarcastic lines along with; trying to be more polite and courteous …I just want to warn you with one lovely sentence containing heavy dose of reality, that may or may not act as an eye-opener depending on your priorities in life which states ‘The axe is hanging in its right position, exactly where it is supposed to be, and on whom it’ll fall next is over to you to decide’.
So guys, lets hope for the best! ...or replace the word ‘hope’ with ‘strive’? …take a dip in your think tanks people, and decide yourselves! Do take out time from your busy schedules to take a sneak peak at this one… Don’t disappoint me un’intentionally’… Chow!