Warmth of parents

Warmth of parents

Being a 5 year old is a bliss, you get pampered and bribed to eat food. You are forced to sleep more than often. The only annoying thing is mother nagging you to eat your food properly but life was different for Rani. She was not even sure whether it was her real name or some name given to her in her orphanage.

She used to hear these great stories of how some kids from her orphanage had been adopted to very nice families and used to get delicious food. They had their own toy rooms and more importantly had their own mother and father. The thought of mother always brought butterflies in her stomach and an unusual spring in her feet.

Today is special, sister Mary said many important people will be coming today and that it might be her lucky day.  Rani face glowed, now she wouldn’t pretend a pillow for her mother’s lap and would actually feel the warmth of a motherly bosom.

She rushed to the 1st floor which looked out on to the street and waited patiently with her doll hugged closely to her chest. Suddenly many cars and some of them with weird satellite on top parked in front of her modest orphanage. Overwhelmed with so many people in her orphanage she hid behind sister Mary.

All of the kids were summoned to the porch. A fully white clothed gentleman came forward and held Rani’s hand. She immediately fell in love and the moment that person took her in his arms she put her head on his shoulders. Suddenly a voice ringed her ears ‘look this side’ and when she turned around sudden flashes of light blinded her temporarily. She was being photographed, in a day from the invisible Rani she had become famous. The person gave her a chocolate and put her down.  Then he went and had a chat with sister Mary.

All of a sudden they all left. Unable to understand what had happened Rani rushed to her sister and asked why didn’t father take her home? when will he return ? With a lump in her throat she replied “next time” when elections are around.



It was an usual morning for Bira the same road along the muddy path. The same grumpy faces on his way to his work, the same smell of cow dung he was familiar since his childhood. He took the cane stick in his right hand swirled it like a sword and gently hushed the cows in front of him guiding them towards the grazing area.

Life of a cow herder in a tiny village with hardly 200 population is not very exciting every day. But that particular day way different, everyone in the small village were chirping.  An unusual buzz had engulfed the village. Bira was a forced introvert as being extrovert was a luxury he couldn’t afford, of course he belonged to an inferior communitys so he had mastered the art of silence.

He hushed the cows again and continued his journey silently. They climbed the raised mound on the edge of the village. That is exactly where he would rest everyday under his most beloved place. Bira was an introvert in the village but under the shadow of his childhood friend he could express himself. His friend was a 150 year old banyan tree, a place where he had spent most of his life. Bira had given a name to this place, he called it ‘Heaven’.

It all started during his childhood days when Bira’s father used to thrash him for being a very naughty kid. Bira would run away from his home and come to his ‘Heaven’, climb the humongous tree and hide in one of its branches. He would play the whole day on the tree and hide his treasuries in the hollows of ‘Heaven’. He smiled thinking about the first time he had found a blue coloured stone which he had kept inside the tree.  Not one but many such short memories which made this place his favourite. Once a wild monkey had chased him on the tree and he had fallen down breaking his leg, Bira’s father had thrashed him for not being careful. But the rest of the animals and birds on that tree knew him very well they had seen him for years and were used to Bira’s presence.

He gazed towards the green pastures thinking of all the good things in his life, he saw the cows with their head down and savouring the green delicacies. Hours went by in the same place and it was time to go. Bira hooted to all the cows and they knew it was time for them to head for home.

The cow dust had filled the air and when it cleared Bira saw a gathering around the ‘ONLY’ well of the village. Everyone was murmuring, and there was a sense of excitement in everyone’s voice. When he crossed the path,  Madhav bania shouted ‘Hey Bira did you hear ‘? No replied Bira what happened? Our village has been selected as a part of a special campaign and the local committee has been informed that a concrete road will be built to connect the national highway to our village.

Indeed it was a great news, however for Bira it would not change anything, he will still be the cow herder and will still have to fight for his daily meal. Bira smiled and continued the rest of his journey towards his home, on the way back handing over the cows to their respective owners.

Next morning Bira as usual went to his ‘Heaven’ , however he was dumbfounded when he saw what had happened ! His ‘Heaven’ was lying flat on the mound and 10 people standing on top of ‘Heaven’s’ dead body’ were assessing how to remove it from the place. The strangers had cut down the tree, he could see hundreds of birds circling on top of his beloved tree and could easily hear the pain in their chirps.

He rushed to the strangers and with all the courage he could muster uttered ‘why did you cut the tree’? Haven’t you heard a road will be built through here to connect to your village? Bira was in a state of shock he didn’t know what to do and whom to complain. All he could think was the road had changed everything.

He again asked in a troublesome voice; but why did you cut the tree?

Don’t worry! A Gentleman’s voice from Bira’s behind mentioned ‘we will be planting 1000 saplings to ensure that the environment is saved’.

Bira walked away slowly from his heaven which in a day had become a graveyard. He thought ‘how the environment can be saved as he and hundreds of families had lost their home’ ?

He was no environmentalist but a person who had lost his home.


Rabindra’s Indecision

Rabindra’s Indecision

You should be happy. You have a beautiful bungalow! The latest car of the year! A Happy family! What else do you need? asked Shashi with an arched eyebrow and a quizzed look on his face. Yes I am replied Rabindra.

And you still feel you are not successful? Asked Shashidhar; Rabindra’s childhood best friend.

I think so, I am happy with whatever I have. I have 2 bright kids, my house is right in the centre of a posh location in Mumbai. My wife is working so she is an additional support. I am successful but ummm  he paused  and started again ‘the OSLTE Trading Company has picked up a lot of business which has hurt my last year’s revenue’ , Rabindra face had turned pale and he looked visibly shaken.

Rabindra an established businessman and the CEO of TTLY Trading Company in mumbai had almost everything one can achieve at the age of 36, but had a tough time dealing with stress of achieving more. ‘More’ is what he couldn’t define so he was always in search of a blurred goal which pushed him to do better and try harder.

Shashi wouldn’t have asked the question or travelled for 10 hours, changing 4 modes of transport to reach Rabindra. But his thoughts still circled around the day when Rabindra had called him and in a worried some voice said, ‘I feel I’m not happy there is something which is not right. I am going into depression’ he sounded miserable on the phone.   It had been 16 years since they had met or talked. Rabindra didn’t even know what Shashi had been doing for last 16 years. He probably had lost everything except the home phone number which Shashi had not changed and a faint memory of Shashi as his best friend.

Shashi always kept reading about Rabindra in the newspapers and cherished each line of what his best friend had achieved. He was a proud friend but when Rabindra called him and sounded worried, he couldn’t help himself and had to travel to mumbai for his best friend. Yes he didn’t have money but thank God ‘Shekhu Bhai’ gave hand loan and Shashi was a trusted one is his village.

Here he was in mumbai for his best friend trying to know why he was not happy.

So who are the trading company? Are they troubling you? Shashi asked patiently. No not really but they have been doing their business very aggressively which has taken down my sales. My company used to be the No 1 in mumbai but I won’t be able to retain the position for long. This ranking will hurt my business even more and he started to panic, Shashi was devastated looking at the plight of his friend and felt helpless.

But then changing the topic seemed like a good idea to Shashi, so he blurted out ‘I heard you got married to an IAS officer?’  Yes  Rabindra replied she is posted here in mumbai. You are really lucky! Your wife posted in the same city as your business how better can it get. Yes but she hardly gets time in her busy schedule.  What about uncle and aunty? ‘Yes they are fine Dad is getting his pension so Mom and Dad keep travelling a lot. They went for a 21 days European tour last month’. Seemed like a perfect world to Shashi, not the thought of travelling the world. The feeling of parents around, how it would feel to have a family? He had lost the feel of how a family had felt like.

Rabindra so lost in self didn’t even ask the same question back. But of course the No 1 rank would hurt his business so he was pre-occupied. Shashi explained its okay now that you have a competition look at the positive side you would improve your own methods. This would help you excel and improve as a person in life. These sentences sounded hollow to Rabindra as he knew Shashi wouldn’t understand the value of what he was about to lose.  Shashi started again ‘you should be content with what you have, One is only successful when One is content. There is no end to what you can achieve Rabi, if you are unsatisfied with your achievements this can only give you discomfort’ there was a calming effect in the way Shashi explained.

However Rabindra was feeling criticism coming from Shashi, he is probably jealous of what I have achieved. What else can you expect from a meagre government School teacher with a salary probably the same as my driver? thought Rabindra.

You won’t understand Shashi, what this means is I will be losing crores, my status quo, everything I have been working for the past 10 years. The stakes are huge and you won’t understand. What will the society think of me? Rabi had a flaring nose and a widened chest when he mentioned his achievements in front of his friend. Shashi was trying hard to understand, but what he saw was a blurred goal which Rabindra was trying to achieve and he knew even though he achieved the temporary success, he would still be dissatisfied.

I think it’s time to tell Rabindra thought Shashi, it’s very difficult to be content he mentioned. I was content when I got the government job I felt I had everything. I had a permanent job with fixed salary. I had the opportunity to build future of the world. I got the respect of the kids and their parents, Could I ask for more? But God took away everything from me. I am the lone survivor of my family. In a day I lost my parents, my wife, my kids everything. It took a lot of time for me to come to terms of what had changed. Probably everything! But what I realized was, it’s very easy to give up but difficult to find satisfaction.

I had a job assigned to me, how could I lose the opportunity to build the world’s future that is where I found my happiness.

Rabindra couldn’t understand the expression on Shashi’s face, he was not crying or sad. He had a eerie content in his voice. He sounded very happy and satisfied, probably what Rabindra would feel when his company achieves their financial goal. But the satisfaction which Shashi had was unreal.  Rabindra couldn’t say much; a lump in his throat restricted his voice. But finally managed to utter the words; how did it happen?

His world shook when Shashi replied “ A TTLY trading Company truck rammed into a stationary bus which killed almost all the passenger travelling to Nagpur. Me and my whole family were in that bus, I was the lone survivor”.  Some vivid images rushed across Rabindra’s eyes how he had paid lakhs of rupees to get himself and his company out of that mess. After all he couldn’t have let the No 1 status quo at stake for some poor people on buses. Shashi voice echoed through his ears right into his soul. It burnt each and every cell of his body, he could clearly hear his heart beating out of his chest and maybe Shashi could hear it as well. Rabindra had no words, suddenly he lost his voice.

Shashi spoke again ‘ I never have had any anger on you or your company. After all what happened couldn’t be changed.  Yes but I found content in building world’s future and I feel satisfied every day when I return to my home. I have found content.

Sashi tapped on Rabindra’s shoulder and said “Find happiness in whatever you have, because life is too unpredictable to look back and be unhappy with what you currently have’. Shashi got up from the chair, took his crutch and tucked it under his shabby right shoulder. He limped towards Posh bungalow’s exit gate. Rabindra could see a halo on the back of Shashi which kept diminishing till he left his bungalow. The accident had not only taken his family, he had also lost his right leg.

Dazed or Scared ?

Dazed or Scared ?

“English in modern day India is considered as a vital criterion to arbitrate education. Not our mistake however the colonial empire which ruled most parts of the mother earth were great propagandists.They ensured whatever grew on this planet considered “English” as the single source of truth.

It’s understandable for the colonial empire, but why modern India? Why Odiya’s? Yes we do not have the english accent but we are educated aren’t we? We match our countries literacy number which means we are no less educated than the other states.

However due to some unspeakable power; the mainstream media , cinema , politics , sports etc has been eluding us and has been turning a blind eye towards the so called “Cyclonic tormented state of India”.

There is either a sense of melancholy which is associated with an Odiya outside Odisha , or vapid gestures as if we don’t exist. Scared that’s what we are, of being judged? Being frowned upon, being ignored. But read again English is not “Education” it’s just a mode of communication. So be proud of  how you communicate !

It’s time, let each one of us start a repertoire and play the role of a propagandist. For once let’s learn from the colonial empire the art of propaganda and enlighten the rest of India. Let’s act our culture and explain there is more to us than Chenapoda and Raja Purnima on social networking sites. Let’s all pledge to spread our profound culture and be a real part of our great country.

India among the tops in space club & launches 7th Satellite

India among the tops in space club & launches 7th Satellite

India has been on the forefront and done some amazing achievements in past 2 years specially in space research. On Thursday it added yet another feather to its cap which makes India one of the top nation along side US , China & Russia. India launches it 7th satellite successfully into the orbit which will monitor India and its neighboring territory. These satellite will not only monitor the entire nation will also track and missiles , planes and suspicious activities which can be a breakthrough in enhancing the security of the nation. These satellites are next gen which are not affected by weather change and cannot be jammed and perform 365 days. Lets join together and congratulate ISRO along with PM Narendra Modi on this milestone achievement.



Why only when a rape case is reported in capital city Delhi gets all the media attention followed by mass protests and candle light marches. Whereas the same heinous crime committed somewhere in a remote district in India finds a small section in the news column sometimes even that is not stated.

Rape is an atrocious crime wherever it is committed. It haunts the victim no matter what the circumstances are be it a remote district, a certain caste, colour or community.

If we agree that the above statement made is true, then why Media Inequality. There are multiple and countless rape cases reported all over  India, then why only few makes the cut for the headlines and who decides which rape case is the best to be given the right attention. It is evident anything which happens in Delhi gets the right media attention which forces Government and other civic bodies to take immediate action. However when the crime is committed in some remote areas there are “NO”  hour long debates or 10 ‘o’ clock fights. Hence the victim deals with the torture of the procedure and criminal lives a carefree life whereas the same criminal can’t dare in DELHI.

We understand the identity of the rape victim has to be kept under the grid, then so be it we just want it to get the right media attention so nobody can dare anywhere in India. This is just a specific case of Rape crimes that is being discussed many such crimes which is committed in an intended place or by a specific community or by a section of the society is carefully handpicked and decided whether that needs to be shown to the country. This is immorality which has prevailed in media now from quite some time.

I would request the media firms to consider my request and really look into moral values rather than the TRP values. If that is not being done my pledge is to have a law to prevent such situation. Whenever a news is twisted or a particular news is highlighted and some news are not considered at par. This should be considered as media inequality and stern actions should to be taken by the law against that particular media firm.



The scorching heat and the heatwave has taken a better part of the superior race. We have found out numerous ways to tackle the heat with our air conditioner , juices and  hill station retreats. But have we ever though about the other’s who are below us in the food chain. What about the innocent animals and birds how do they beat the heat ? and that’s where this initiative JEEVANDHARA by a non-profitable organization jai odisha has already been viral among thousands of families . A very small but a noble deed and a gift from the superior race to the innocent race.Just place a bowl of water preferably not plastic under shade and click some pics. Tag 3 of your friends and dare them to do the same. This will make ripples and provide respite to animals and the birds. Did you do “JEEVANDHARA” ?