This last year!

Three hours left for 2014 to end! It is that time of the year when everyone starts making resolutions for the new year. Resolutions ranging from tall ones like – I will conquer Mount Everest! to the most common ones with the shortest time span like I will lose weight, I will become fit. These resolutions last for months, days or even minutes. I have to admit that I am a complete ‘new year resolution’ enthusiast but for the last couple of years this is the time when annually, I also reflect on the past 365 days. 

When I was really little, like a little above knee high, my parents tried to inculcate in my brother and me the habit of making resolutions for the new year. Like any good parent involved in their child’s life they taught us to, “Learn a new skill, a new talent, a new craft or a new outlook in life”. Every year I used to make resolutions and I tried my level best to stick to them.

However, with time I figured that there was a sombre formula to my resolutions – my age was inversely proportional to the duration my resolution lasted! When I was still in single digits, I followed my resolutions religiously and most years I was successful in their execution. As soon as I reached double digits, they lasted for about 6-8 months. In my teens, they lasted anywhere between 1-3 months. As soon as I completed my teens, it was a great accomplishment if I could go 5 days into the new year sticking to them.

I figured that the system of keeping resolutions wasn’t working for me and I needed to figure out another way “for my year to be productive”. So I worked on the same lines with a twist and at the end of 2008 before making my resolutions for 2009, I instead introspected on the time gone by in 2008. I was in law school at the time and realised that I had done a lot of learning and imbibing related to my subject but I wanted my next year to be filled with more activities beyond school. This new system of reflecting on the past 365 days, resonated well with me so I started tailoring my succeeding years accordingly and was happy with the outcome.

So coming to 2014, as the year reaches its fag end with only a few minutes to spare, I relish the fact that this year was one of experimentation, trials and errors. I did oodles of interesting activities but the one that is the closest to my heart is when I opened one of my cupboards to find old works written by me, poems, stories, limericks etc and reading them (I came across “A Voice” the first post in my blog penned by the 15 year old Wordsworth in me, which remains an all time favourite!). On perusal of the yellowed sheets of paper my passion to write which had been in hibernation for quite a few years now, awakened and I began writing voraciously. I began penning poems, stories etc without a conscious effort and words just strung themselves into sentences. I realised that every person has some passion that defines them and comes to them really easily but just a little effort needs to be made to figure it out.

Anyhow, 2014 was an exciting year but with the coming in of the new year lets ring out the old and bring in the new. Wishing everyone a very Happy New Year!!!

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Practicing Law

“Practicing Law cuts both ways – it benefits as much as it disturbs!”

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Humma

It was a chilly and foggy winter evening in my hometown. My mother and I were on one of our regular strolls in the driveway and catching up on how our day had panned out. Music was floating from a club near my house. A popular Bollywood song from the 90’s was playing ‘Hey humma humma hummahummahumma…..’ While we were in colloquy and enjoying the music a friendly white stray dog decided to join us, almost trying to be a part of the conversation. That was the first of many evening walks with ‘Humma’, as my mother named her.

Humma immediately became the third member of our evening walks. We used to look forward to Humma joining us and it almost seemed like she looked forward to our evening rendezvous as well. She brought in liveliness into our walks similar to how the beat of the song uplifts the spirits of its listeners.

A year went by and I picked up a job which required me to move out of the city. I got involved in my new job, new city and new life. I did not come back to town often. However whenever I would, I would get to see Humma in the evenings. By now Humma had started sleeping in our driveway.

In the second year of my job I started visiting home more frequently. I noticed that Humma had become healthier. With her affectionate nature she had managed to get herself adopted by many homes in the neighbourhood and was being fed well. Our walks and talks continued. A couple of months back I switched jobs. My working hours became longer and I stopped my evening strolls. I would get back home late and hit the sack early after a tiring day. I did not get to see Humma in this period.

Last night my family and I went for a movie. When we got back home at 1 am I saw Humma lying in front of my gate. I was very excited to see her. We revved the engine of the car so as to wake her up and get her out of the way. Humma looked at the car and struggled to stand up. At first I thought she was sleepy. When I got out of the car I noticed that Humma had lost all her weight. She was a bag of bones. Her health had deteriorated so much that I could see her rib cage. The sight made my eyes well up with tears. I immediately ran inside to get something for her to eat. She refused to eat and just lay there looking at me with sad hollow eyes and attempting to wag her tail. I left the food near her and had a restless night as I couldn’t get my mind off her.

This morning I got to know that my neighbours help had taken her to a vet and she was getting the required medical attention needed. I felt a wave of relief sweep over me. When I got back home today evening Humma was already lying in the driveway with absolutely no strength. She looked at me with her soulless eyes and again attempted to wag her tail. I put some food near her and it broke my heart when she again refused to eat. While my mother and I were sitting near her, we got to know that the neighbours help, Raja, had already called for an ambulance for Humma. He had been calling for an ambulance for the past 4 days and was paying Rs. 1000 per day. It was at that point in time when tears trickled down my face. I felt so many emotions all at once. It was the thought of seeing Humma so unwell and the selfless humanity of Raja, who himself was struggling to work towards two square meals for his family but was willing to foot medical bills for Humma. While Raja was narrating the story to us I could hear his voice trembling and could see pain in his eyes. He really loved this dog. The ambulance reached shortly. Raja cradled Humma into his arms and went along with Humma to the hospital. We all hoped for the best.

After an hour Raja returned with the sad news that Humma was no more. I felt my heart get heavy. Flashbacks of my years with Humma hit me. This dog had touched the lives of many people in the neighbourhood. God bless Humma’s soul and god bless the world with more selfless people like Raja who stayed with her till the end ensuring that she passed on to another world peacefully.

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You know you ha…

“You know you have been part of the corporate world for a while when you read MOM as ‘Minutes Of Meeting’ instead of just mom!”

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A Voice…

I heard a voice in my ear,

A voice that was so near,

It sounded like the whispering of leaves,

The hushing of the mountain breeze.

In spring the flowers that bloom,

At night the brightness of a full moon.

It was the stamping of an animal’s hooves,

Or the crawling of a snail that barely moves.

The buzzing of a restless bee,

The twinkling star I can see.

Lava gushing out of a volcano,

The destruction caused by a tornado.

High waves reaching the sea-shore,

A hungry lamb wanting to be fed more.

The vastness of the blue sky above,

The cooing of a beautiful white dove.

An eerie silence under deep waters,

Our world being divided into four quarters.

The jumping and croaking of a frog,

In a mushy and squelchy bog.

The inexplicable innocence on a child’s face,

The rapid extinction of the elephant race.

The gradual process of a glacier melt,

Evergreen mosses of the Tundra belt.

The shuffling of an ant’s feet,

The lubdub of a heartbeat.

I then realised what I could hear,

Something that makes it all so clear.

Nature’s voice was in my ear,

A voice that is always so near.

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