Saturday, August 13, 2016

Renewal of Love with Green Tea



From the pen-APN
 
After a bitter argument, my wife angrily left the room leaving me alone. She slammed the door of the living room loudly and then she locked herself in another room. An hour or two passed by. The entire house was plunged into walls of deathly silence. No talk, no whisper and no sound.   

Then I could hear the door of her room slowly open. I could sense that she went to the kitchen; she boiled tea leaves there and then came with a cup of refreshing green tea. She silently stood beside me with the mugful of tea. She did not speak anything, nor did I. Silence ruled all for a few seconds. And then I took the mug of hot tea from her in one hand and tightly embraced her in the other. 

The steam from the tea was slowly and slowly rising and then vanishing in the air. And so was also her anger vanishing in the thin air.       

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

A true Friendship Found

(A Story written on the occasion of F’ship Day)
 
 From the Pen-APN 

It was friendship day.
With the most beautiful flowers of my garden I went to wish my lady a day of love and happiness. She came out of her room, took the flowers from me rashly and threw them ruthlessly to a nearby drain that contained all filthy water. Then she turned her back immediately and rushed inside her house, not even glancing at me. And she slammed the door at my face with a bang. All my sweet-smelling flowers floated away in the contaminated water.
Tear deposited in the corners of my eyes. Waves of irresistible pain surged inside me. A part of my heart became numb in excruciating pain. I was no better than a dumb, lifeless statue. I withered away more rapidly, more appallingly and more ignominiously than those flowers which I had taken to that lady as the symbol of my love.  
That night I wandered here and there not knowing where I was heading to. The street lights above me seemed to mock at me scornfully. I felt as if each passer-by was gazing and gazing at me and then laughing at me behind his/her hands. I could deeply feel how my heart broke into pieces and how an all-rounded happy personality got shattered in minutes. I could feel like standing all alone on an endless desert of human apathy and insensitivity.    
I cried and cried and slept somewhere I did not know. Night covered the earth and stars glimmered overhead. My eyes were closed and I was drowned in a sea of unfathomable sorrow. Then from the bottom of my aching heart, slowly and slowly, one after another, the faces of so many loving persons, appeared in my mind. All of those wonderful persons had loved me unconditionally without being loved in return. They all shined around me so brilliantly, with an over-powering light, that the inner gloom which was hanging over me seemed now powerless.     
I stretched myself, drew a long breath and then started walking past the lamp posts one by one. At a little distance the local church was glowing celestially in magic lights. And on the top of the church, a majestic idol of Jesus Christ stood impressively with its arms stretched and beckoning me lovingly to a world of inner peace. I went near the church and looking into the eyes of the idol I said, “Happy Friendship Day, Lord! I was late to come to You because I had been to the world to give love but someone in return crucified me so well that now my heart is bleeding like Yours. And the best thing you know Jesus, now with my bleeding heart, I can wish you the most genuine happy friendship day you have ever had.”
I closed my eyes. And miraculously, I could feel a pair of divine hands embracing me with an ocean of love. I could not speak anything because, deep in my heart, I had found the profoundest and eternal friendship which a man could ever have on earth- The friendship of the Almighty.
In life, when all hopes are crushed and all doors are closed, you look skyward and believe that someone high in the sky sits to release you from the abysmal depths of despair. And the best part of it is that you are never wrong in your assumptions.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Open the doors and windows of your house

From the pen APN
Open the doors and windows of your house and let the fresh air and light come in. Draw a full breath, stretch yourself reviving your life-force and then confidently start a new life which will be evidently better than your previous one. Do something new which you have never done so that your actions will reward you with a life which you have never had. Count each minute and stay focused on your pursuit of self-improvement.

Turn your thoughts, words and actions for truth and light. Be a dreamer. Be an exemplar. Be a hundred percent plus performer. And contribute your uniqueness to the vast pool of human civilization and stay blessed.  

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

My 7th Marriage Anniversary (Woman’s Day Special)




From the pen APN
 
I have seen years pass as usual but some particular days in a year remind some purple time of our lives. Those days are called special days. Such special days help strengthen our emotional bonds and make us more humane. Marriage anniversary is such a day. That day it was my seventh marriage anniversary but I had no time to celebrate my marriage anniversary. My wife was with me but I was not with my wife. I was occupied with an enthusiastic audience of twenty thousand in a ‘Loko Mahotsava’ and my wife was seated alone as one among the audience. That day on the stage, which was flashing brilliantly in colored lights, amidst the applause of around twenty thousand cheering spectators, I was hosting the people’s festival of a small town. Huge sound boxes fitted at the corners of the arena were reverberating my voice from all sides. Spiritually and emotionally, I felt one with the audience and I was announcing, “Dear friends, standing on your sacred soil I feel the very truth of the words that there is only one religion in the world. And that religion is the religion of LOVE. There is only one language in the world and that is the language of HEART. And I speak to you in the language of heart.” I was announcing or speaking like this to the audience as a whole but I could not speak any special words exclusively to my wife although she was sitting very close to the stage in a reserved gallery. I wanted to thank the wonderful lady who takes every care of me and my family on the occasion of my 7th marriage anniversary but the stage did not allow me and I continued otherwise,  “Friends, we are here to celebrate life and realize the essence of humanity. I hope in your thunderous clapping, we will welcome the dawn of the brotherhood and fellow-feeling among us…………….. ”   
The words of good feelings, unity and peace that I was constantly infusing among the audience as an anchor to the programme was powerfully generating an extremely positive vibration in that small town. For last two days I was giving the best of my feelings to the people gathered there. As a result, I was also reaping a lot of love from my audience because I was speaking there with all my love to the responsive audience gathered there.
In the middle of the programme a number of times I felt the moral obligation to unite with my wife and family because that day meant a lot to my wife. I wanted to leave the place earlier so that I could celebrate my marriage anniversary at home. I had already intimated the organizers about my intentions to take leave from the stage before time. The organizers or the committee members did not want to part with us because they had become very close to me in a short time. They were silenced for a moment at my decision to leave the place before giving a good end to the function but they had to accede to my requests. So waving my hands to the happy audience, I handed over the microphone to another talented presenter and left the stage and met my wife in the audience. When I was about to step out from the audience, a big surprise came from the stage. The music group played one of the best ever love song, “Humko Hamise churalo, dil mey kahin pey tum chupalo” and the presenter requested me and my wife to come upon stage. He also called all the distinguished guests of that evening to present me and my wife a memento on the occasion of my 7th marriage anniversary. It was the best moment of my life because twenty thousand happy human beings could become a part of my marriage anniversary. When my wife climbed the stage she was looking extremely beautiful with her signature smile. She looked like a lovely rose. In the height of pure joy and love, I spontaneously sang out two lines of a song and dedicated it to my beautiful smiling wife. The atmosphere was soon filled loud cheers and applause of 20 thousand blessed human beings.        
The natural law, ‘Love begets Love’ was fulfilled once again.
My wife was once again requested to present a certificate of appreciation to me on behalf of the organizers. All the guests were clapping. The stage was brilliantly lighted and the public was cheering and clapping. My wife was happy and blushing at the same time and then slowly she presented the beautifully framed golden colored certificate to me, which told, “It is your rare specialty that on stage you speak from your heart and you speak sincerely about the timeless message of love and brotherhood. You feel it deep within yourself and then you attempt to spread it honestly. You shower the finest of human sensibilities on your audience by speaking from your heart while capturing live words from the melodious fountains of your sacred emotions. You may not go with the reasoning of the mind but you always follow the wisdom of heart. You are what you are. You love and you conquer. Let your life grow in the elixir of Love and Joy”

Saturday, January 2, 2016

The Best New Year Greetings


(A short story written on the occasion of NEW YEAR’s DAY 2016) 
 
From the Pen-APN

With tearful eyes a lovely girl walked away from the college hostel waving a sad farewell both to her hostel and her college. On that day, her father had come with a strong resolution to take her to a new college. And she, like a good girl, came with all her belongings. Her old friends had walked with her up to the hostel gate to bid her adieu. She was sighing sorrowfully and her face was buried in her palms to hide her inmost anguish at leaving her old college. 
She had to leave the college and she had gone with tearful eyes to join in some other college.
Although her untimely departure from the college in the middle of the academic session had surprised me, I, being her teacher, did not feel right to enquire much. Moreover, in a big college where you have thousands of teen aged students such incidents are overlooked. So I did not ask her father about the cause and circumstances behind his abrupt decision to put his daughter into a new college.  But that girl’s crying innocent face had lingered in my mind for many days…….
For a good many days that girl’s name was still on the students’ attendance register although she had already taken her Transfer Certificates. By mistake, the office had forgotten to strike off her name from the attendance register. As a result, while calling the roll numbers, in the class, I used to mark absent against her roll number.
One day the clerk handed me a newly updated attendance register and in that new register her name had been excluded from the existing students’ list……   
Life goes on.
When the old year draws to an end, another year spreads its colored wings to have a new start. It was New Year’s Day. I was playing with my five-year old son. My son was laughing and giggling with me. At this time the polyphonic ringtone of my mobile called my attention. An unknown phone number was flashing on the screen. When I picked the call, a sweet voice of a girl from the other side conveyed me one of the most happy and bubbly New Year’s Day greetings. The cheerful voice unmistakably belonged to that girl who had left our college in teary eyes and grief-stricken voice. Suddenly, a kind of love that I invariably feel for my son got channelized through my mobile and I asked the girl, “What about my little doll? Is she crying anymore?” A happy reply came, ‘No Sir,’ and then it was followed by a wave of delightful giggles like that of my tender-aged son’s.
That day I had just talked a few words to that girl but I was really happy because it made me realize that if I had a daughter, I would talk to her like that. And it was truly awesome to feel like a daddy of a beautiful girl.