Hurt never, love ever.

To hurt someone's feelings is perhaps one of the most venial sins. Sin against others is sin against God. But we forget this truth now and then. To feed our ego many times we care not others' sentiments. If the other side is little obstinate then even a little matter easily and readily turns into a matter of bitter arguments and long lasting rancour. But after the heat subsides if an insightful analysis is made, our seer foolishness starts to float on surface. Any one with a little sense can realize that Life is short but we are engaged in the most unproductive and unhealthy sides of life. Such ill habits will drag life to utter futility. Let there be tolerance and the godly qualities of Jesus on cross, who could pray in his last painful moments for the redemption of the wrong-doers, who had crucified him. cross.

The pulsating baby in womb.

On 9th July, my wife was taken to the hospital for check up as she had conceived. I went with her to the ultra-sonography chamber. There I saw the embryonic form of my baby which was pulsating in the womb. A smile of happiness filled my lips. To see the baby in its pre-natal development was a pleasant treat for me.

A wake up call of 23 years back.

That night mother yelled with great pain and was rushed to the near by hospital.At that time I was a boy of 9 years and I could understand little about what happened. I was sitting on a chair in the hospital in a half sleepy state. My father took me to a doctors quarter and I slept there. Early in the morning father came and woke me up and told me that my mother had given birth to a baby-girl. I went to the hospital and discovered the new little guest wrapped in a white Turkish towel. I had to wait till she opened her eyes to give a cry for some liquid food. I remember that a piece of cotton was soaked in honey mixed water and that cotton had to be squeezed in her mouth to give her nourishment. The next day I found that the little human form had acquired great skill in sucking the cotton and there was no need to squeeze the cotton in her mouth. She sucked the honey-water from the cotton of her own accord. That little girl grew, went to school, then to college,learned to cover distance by driving car, actively became a part of my family and one day left her parental home , married and went away with her husband. 

Sweet memories  that came by way of her long stay of 23 years before my eyes are ever preserved with me and my other family members. The day I left her in her father's in law I thought I could have been more good towards her if I had known that how soon she will be away from me to take charge of  someone's family.

A simple thank at an unexpected hour.

The night was spent in the train compartment. The major enjoyment in the train was to take the food which is paddled inside the compartment. My last journey from Koraput to BBSR in the same train  was painful because nothing was available on board to take during the journey. But this time the situations had improved and few peddlers were selling their products to the physically less but psychologically more hungry travellers. In the morning of 26th I woke up when the train had already passed Berhampur station. At khorda road the compartment got packed with the daily passengers and the passengers with reservations had to shrink to make room  for the daily passengers. I was on my seat and a lady of age around 21 stood by my side. I didn't offered her to sit by my side for a few minutes then I felt the general courtesy in my mind and indicated her to sit by my side with a gentle wave of hand.It is true that such courtesy  is common,on the part of male passengers and in the same frequency it is equally common on the part of the modern girls to walk away without telling even a courteous thank to the passenger with the reservation .

When the destination came and I was about to leave the compartment I heard a beautiful voice coming from my back and thanking me in the sweetest manner for my recently shown courtesy. I was amazed and out of curosity asked my fellow traveller " Are you a student ?". She replied very politely, " No sir, I am a service holder in the Reliance company." I wished her all success in her service carrier while getting down  and at the same time I told myself, " Ma'am, it is because of girls like you only that the RELIANCE on women is still existing although very feebly.

Sleep time.

Generally the long day winds up at the sleep time. The loss and gain of the day is calculated. Some lessons are learnt and some milestones in life are crossed. Today in a half sleepy state I feel like . . . . 


(few days latter from the garbage of drafted posts I recovered these lines but could not recollect the feelings which had prompted me to write the lines.)