All of us were blessed by Baba ji

I boarded Gitanjali express train from Jamshedpur Station in the evening; I was having reservation in AC-II coach with confirmed reservation for a lower berth whereas I was very keen to have an upper berth. Two men and one woman passengers were sitting on the lower berths facing each other and they were travelling from Howrah, the station of origin.

Before I could request one of the passengers to switch the seat the lady sitting besides the window seat looked at me with a smiling face and said: “Would you mind taking upper berth please; I would like to stay at the lower-berth, if it’s alright with you?” I was more than happy to honour her request, which was quite obvious. Therefore, I immediately shifted my soft luggage on the upper berth and settled down at the lower seat along with other co-passengers and I started reading my book.

The pantry-service-boy started serving dinner to the passengers after 8.00 o’clock sharp but I was not feeling hungry as yet; therefore, I immediately made a request to the delivery boy to serve my dinner after ten p.m. He simply took back my food-tray. After listening to my instructions, the other co-passengers also made a similar request and told the pantry boy to bring their food around ten p.m. and we all started laughing looking at each other.

The person sitting next to me was around fifty years of age, very fair complexioned and had tall and bulky physique. He was wearing brown colour Salwar-kameek, black colour Peshawari sandals and was carrying small white towel, which he kept on his right arm and he used to rub his face every fifteen minutes with his small towel as a habit and I realized he was actually sweating profusely.

He started his conversation with Urdu mixed Hindi language and asked me where I am heading for. I told him that I was going for interview at Nagpur and would return the next day evening. In order to continue our conversation further, I also enquired about his destination. He was waiting for an opportunity to communicate with me. Therefore he started answering my questions in details. He told me about his family, business and Nagpur city without any hitch or hesitation as if he knew me since ages. His was known as Salim Bhai Fruitwala (a reputed and respected fruit-merchant from Calcutta). He used to take Bananas and Oranges fruits gardens on lease during seasonal spell. In this trip, he was supposed to go to Nasik first and arrange the shipment of Bananas to Calcutta market and later will come down to Nagpur and do the supervision-work on his Orange gardens for few days and at the end of the month will return home. He was having three daughters and one son and all of them were studying in Calcutta.

I was visiting Nagpur for the first time to attend an interview. I asked Salim Bhai about the importance and distinctiveness of Nagpur city. He told me with great excitement about Taj-Baba ji Ki Mazar at Taj-Bagh in Nagpur and he spoke with lots of gratitude, reverence and respect about Baba ji. All the good things which had happened in his life so far were all due to the blessings of Baba ji; right from the birth of his only son after three daughters and his flourishing fruit-business; and the second most famous thing were Oranges of Nagpur city.

I asked him very hesitantly, whether I would be allowed to pay my respects at Baba ji’s Mazar because of my Punjabi background? He instantly told me not to worry at all about any thing because: “Lord’s doors are open for every one all the time”. He requested me to pay a visit at His Mazar and all my prayers will be answered by Him without any doubt and delay. Moreover, all the Saints and Religious gurus do not belong to any particular religion, cast and creed; their blessings and grace are meant for humanity as a whole and each and every living soul of this universe. Although Salim Bhai was not very educated person but his thoughts were very clear about humanity and religion.

I got off at seven a.m. in the morning at Nagpur Station and straight away rushed to the Hotel. After freshening-up and complimentary breakfast, I left for MIDC-Kalmeshwar Industrial Area, which was approximately 30 KM away from my hotel. I was to meet with the Vice President-HR of a very reputed Cold-rolled, Galvanized & Colour-coated sheets manufacturing plant of an internationally reputed group, for the post of Manager (Marketing). I hired a taxi-car for full day and negotiated the taxi-fare with the cab-driver and explained to him my visit plan in brief and at the end I wanted him to drop me at the station where I had to board Bombay-Howrah Gitanjali express train at eight p.m. night.

I reached my first destination in the afternoon. I was told at the reception to wait till two o-clocks due to lunch break. They were three senior executive in the first round of interview, two in the second round and one person in the third and final round. At the end, VP-HR told me to collect my travel expenses and if I were selected I will be intimated by them within next seven days.

I left the office with mixed thoughts and very heavy steps because I was not certain whether I have been selected or rejected by them and slowly walked towards my cab. I requested the cab-driver to proceed towards Taj-bagh, within an hour we reached at Taj Baba ji’s Mazar. After parking the car, the driver requested me to buy offerings, which includes: red roses, packet of incense sticks and sweets.

Suddenly, I saw the cab driver proceeding towards an open-water-pond; he washed his face, hands and legs. Thereafter he took out a small cap from his pocket and covered his head. I also followed suit and then walked towards the main entrance of the Mazar. There was a pin drop silence inside; very calm, peaceful and quiet environment enveloped the entire area of Baba ji’s Mazar.

There was a big queue at the entrance and after fifteen minutes our turn came. The head priest accepted our offerings and in return gave us His blessings & sweets. We sat down there for half an hour and offered our prayers along with hundreds of other disciples. We left the Mazar around six p.m. in the evening.

At the Nagpur station, as agreed, I paid the cab-driver his dues. He took his money and later returned one hundred rupee note with gratitude. I asked him the reason of refund, he very politely replied with folded hands: “Sahib, my name is Mustafa bhai, I am born and brought up in Nagpur and passed over this place umpteen number of times since birth but I could pay a visit to this Mazar only today, I also got the blessings of Baba ji today because of you”. He became very emotional and suddenly hugged me with both his hands and his eyes were filled with tears.

On the third day of my return from Nagpur, when I came home from office in the evening, my wife handed me over one envelops which came through courier in the morning. I was stunned, shocked & surprised to open the same. It was an appointment letter (of Nagpur based Company) for the post of Manager (Marketing) for Colour Coated Sheet Division; based at Nagpur along with an excellent emoluments pay-package.

I did not join at Nagpur because I was not released by my Jamshedpur employer then. 2I years have passed since that incident but the fond memories of Salim Bhai and Mustafa Bhai are still alive in my mind simply because all of us were blessed by Baba ji, Amen!

With Prayers

Gurcharan

The biggest crime is breaking heart of your loved-one

The toughest part of any relationship is the knowledge and understanding of the first person regarding the behaviour, mood, nature and temperament of the second person. In this hi-tech environment of modern age, where distance has no relevance and anyone can become a friend with the person sitting on the other part of the world, where chances of seeing each other could be very bleak, rare and almost impossible. But still, we not only make friends, develop a long term relationships and go all along to maintain it very successfully.

A very close friend of mine always used to say: “A person must be rational in his/her behaviour. In case of any misunderstanding and/or miscommunication; they must speak with each other and try to resolve the issue amicably without hurting each other’s feelings and further making it more explosive at the end”.

It’s easier said than done. I have found out that many times the root-cause of the problem is negligible but our ego, misconception and biased approach clouds our mind, body & soul so vehemently that we take such a drastic and negative steps that not only end up our relationships but also make it traumatizing and painful for our dear friend, in particular.

I must say that sometimes even in our close relationships (family and relatives), we become so irrational, loud, violent and impractical that it becomes intolerable, painful and unbearable and our dear ones submit with dismay, disbelief and depression.

Today, when I look back and see the journey of last fifty years of my life, I see myself all alone walking in this cruel world and nobody is accompanying me. In-spite of having such a long list of relatives and friends, today I am dumped by everyone, have been left alone and carrying my cross on my own shoulders. After thorough analysis, I have come to the conclusion that, these are self-created problems and the not the ones created by Mother Nature. At the end of the day if any one is to be blamed, it’s me and me only.

I have kept losing good friends who were real assets of my life. It was their love and affection which made me multi-millionaire with their deep sense of belonging, belief, faith and trust. I have paid very heavy price to learn the secret of life that no relationship can survive on your defined terms and conditions.

It’s true that a person comes alone and has to go alone from this world, but till his last rites he is being accompanied by all his relatives and best friends. But I am sorry, when I look back from my present position, I see all along, empty roads behind me and no sign or trace of any human being; forget about relatives or friends.

I was feeling really very sad last night but still I was not ready to accept my faults which have made all my friends very annoyed, angry and detached from me, forever. What should I do my Lord and I started crying, I kept on crying for very long time and I went to sleep thereafter.

I don’t know for how long, but when I got up from my bed, I found myself in another world, which I have never seen before in my entire life. This place was built on a very high altitude. It was very big palace of white-marble, flooded with lots of lights all around. I could clearly see the moon & stars which were looking very bright and shining above in the clear sky.

Where have I been? I kept remembering that place but to no avail. After walking for some time, I found so many people at the back side of the palace. Some people were sitting on the ground in meditation and quite a few were walking in a slow motion under the bright moon light. I have also noticed one very strange thing, nobody was talking to each other and everyone was maintaining pin drop silence. The whole atmosphere looked like an ocean of peace.

Suddenly, I saw an elderly man sitting in the center of the ground on a marble platform. I moved towards him and sat down in front of him after paying my respects. His eyes were closed and he was under deep meditation. His face was looking radiant, glowing and his silver beard was very long and thick. He was wearing white robes and was looking very calm, peaceful and in quiet posture. I sat besides him for a very long time. After an hour or so he opened his eyes and pronounced: “I am sorry to keep you waiting for so long, what can I do for you, Charan?”

I told him that everyone in my life has left me alone and I am feeling very lonely, sad and unwanted. He smiled, looked at me with his bright eyes and gave me a very gracious look and said: “The biggest crime is breaking heart of your loved-ones. There is a provision of punishment for every kind of crime in the civil society. But no court of this world has the power to give punishment for breaking someone’s belief, confidence, love and trust. In my opinion, this is the biggest ever crime in human history; and its punishment will be your sincere apology, regret and asking for true forgiveness from the bottom of your heart.

Therefore, please go back to your loved-ones and ask for forgiveness from each and every soul whose heart you have broken. May God be with you and show you the right path.” The Saint showered me with his blessings, my whole mind, body and soul became very calm and quiet. At the same time, I felt a cool shiver in my entire body. I don’t know for how long I was in that state. The uninterrupted alarm woke me up at seven o-clocks in the morning. Suddenly, I was at my wits end and started wondering, what I saw last night was real or was it my sheer illusion?

It becomes more difficult, delicate and serious when you deal with your best friends. The basic difference between the two is; family is related to you and you are directly connected with them and sometimes dependent on you. Therefore, they tolerate your anger, arrogance, stupidity and torture, because they are attached with you socially, they have to live that relationship without any choice.

In friendship; one must not take undue advantages, benefits and favors; it must not have any hidden agenda, expectations, motives, objectives and purposes. It can’t be made one way traffic, to make it durable, flexible, sustainable, workable and long lasting relationship. First of all, you need to give everything unconditionally to your loved-one, without expecting anything in return.

Because the true friend always goes out of his/her way, means, capacity, capability, limit and strength to do every thing possible to make his/her friend’s life more comfortable, enjoyable, lovable, peaceful and trouble free, without expecting anything in return. If the need be, she/he will not hesitate for a second to sacrifice his/her life too for the sake of friendship. Therefore, I have decided by all means to be a good friend and good human-being.

With Prayers

Gurcharan

New dreams, new hopes and new lives

I was returning home from Chandigarh after attending Mr. Sabrawal’s farewell party. Although the guests were still enjoying the party, but I left the hotel around 11 O’ Clock on Sunday night.

Mr. Sabrawal sahib had retired on 31st of August this year after serving a nationalized bank for more than 32 years as an auditor. They were insisting me that I must stay with them at their house for that night and leave the next morning, because it will take 6-7 hours to reach Gurgaon by car. Mrs. Sabrawal was more worried and she was repeatedly making a request not to travel at night alone on the national highway.

Somehow after repeated requests they allowed me to leave on one condition that I will drive safely with normal speed and call them back after reaching Gurgaon. Finally, with great difficulty, I left the party and reached Ambala Cant area within 45 minutes of continuous drive, because the state highway was almost free from traffic. As soon as I hit the national highway no.-1, I was forced to slow-down my car-speed, due to very heavy congestion on the road and I was driving at the speed of 40 KMPH.

I did not informed my wife about my late night traveling by car alone, otherwise she would have been worried. I knew for sure that she would really tear me apart once I reached home in the morning. I decided not to think on that matter any further and will see how to handle the situation when the time will come; and I started listening to Gurbani on my car stereo.

It was mid-night when I crossed Kurukshetra area and was heading towards Karnal when suddenly I saw one lady in bright red colour salwark-kameez, at this hour of night, waiving with both her hands to stop the car. Since I was driving in a very high-speed, I could not stop the car instantly and continued driving. I saw her again on the road ahead, but ignored her and kept on driving faster.

Was she the same lady again or I was dreaming? I did not stop my car and increased the speed of my car to 120 KMPH. But to my surprised, I saw the same lady once again, screaming on the road and waiving with both her hands for help. I literally don’t know how my car was stopped automatically in front of her. She knocked on the left side glass window of my car twice, but I did not roll down the glass window instead put all the car doors under lock.

She was looking in panic, crying and was repeatedly knocking on the glass window. With lots of curiosity and courage, I pulled down the car-glass and she spoke to me in Multani-Punjabi that she was traveling by roadways bus towards Delhi from Chandigarh. On the way, her bus met with a serious accident and all the passengers including the driver and conductor have been badly injured in the accident.

She was the only un-hurt survivor in the entire bus. She was very scared, hence she ran away from the accident spot in panic. She was walking alone on this highway since long but nobody was ready to stop the car at this hour of night and offer her lift.

She had recently got married with an automobile spare parts dealer in Delhi and was going back home alone to Delhi from her parent’s house. Her husband had promised to receive her at Kasmiri-gate-bus-depot in the morning. She had also lost her mobile phone and suitcase in the bus and she didn’t remember any of the mobile numbers of her husband, family or friends due to the sheer-fear, frustration and tension, caused by the said road accident.

She wanted me to give her a lift till Janakpuri metro station at north Delhi from there she would take a metro train and go home. I immediately opened the left rear door of my car and invited her to sit at the back and take some rest.

She sat down at the back seat comfortably and I pushed the car towards Delhi. I was suddenly feeling a very beautiful smell of perfume in the car but it also made me very uneasy. I was unable to bear the strong intoxicating smell of the said perfume, as such; I was forced to open the glass window of my car to get the fresh air for easy breathing.

First, I thought to stop the car at the highway-restaurant near Karnal for hot cup of tea but she insisted me to drive non stop so that she can reach home before the sun rise. Without putting any argument I kept on driving my car in a high speed. I didn’t know what made me so exited to drive my car in such a ridiculous speed which could have also put me in some unnecessary trouble. I was not feeling comfortable at that point in time. Suddenly I realized that my car stereo has stopped playing the music, I tried to switch on the Shabad kitan again but without any success.

I was not getting any noise or movement from the back seat and was also not in a position to look back and see whether she was awake or sleeping? Since the car was on very high-speed, I dropped the idea of looking back for the time being.

I had reached Delhi boarder around 5:00 AM in the morning when I slowed down my car and informed her that within next one hour she will reach home at Delhi. But I did not get any response, I again said in Punjabi but I heard no response from her side. I finally stopped my car after entering city near Janakpuri metro station and looked at the back seat. I could not believe my eyes, she was not there, and as a matter of fact no one was there at the back seat of my car. I was wondering, where she had gone, I was all along driving the car non-stop, so how was it possible for her to get down on the way, without my knowledge; moreover, why will she do it at the first place?

I also noticed one thing that back seat was in perfect condition and it seems that nobody sat there and I was actually driving the car all alone. Later I also realized the absence of the beautiful smell of perfume, which was very much there while I was driving.

There were so many questions coming in my mind at that point in time but I was not getting any answer and/or response, whatsoever. I decided to stop thinking further on this matter because, it was making me damn scared, sick and deeply disturbed.

Without giving much thought, I again started my car and suddenly heard the shabad kirtan, which also started playing of its own in my car stereo. I was moving towards Gurgaon, the sky at the eastern side was getting brighter mixed with red rays. I knew the sun was on the verge to explode in the sky with the announcement of the arrival of a new day full of new dreams, new hopes and new lives.

With Prayers

Gurcharan

Either you solve all her problems or transfer the same to me at once

Today being Sunday I got up late from the bed. As usual, after paying my gratitude to my father and God Almighty, I picked up my mobile phone, which was kept on the side table, looked into any missed call details and later checked the mail box also. There were 12 messages in my g-mail account and one very important message was from my very dear friend Rajee, (Mrs. Rajeswari Thyagarajan). I read the message with half closed eyes and at the same time a big clock on my bedroom wall was showing the time: 6.00 AM to be precise on this Sunday morning.

After reading her message my eyes were wide open and I again read the same message twice to understand it better. The language was very simple, sweet and to the point but the content was not that simple. It was really very difficult to understand in one go. Moreover, the said message had also made me really sad, very sad and disturbed. I checked the message twice to confirm whether it was actually sent by my friend Rajee or not? And the result was positive.

She was my childhood friend from Calcutta; she got married when she was studying in second year of M.A. (Political Science), her husband: Mr. R. Thyagarajan, B.TECH (Mechanical) from Jadavpur University, was working with an automobile company as a design engineer. After completing her final exams she left for the US along with her husband, who got an offer from one of the large automobile manufacturing company of USA as a design engineer.

I was regularly in touch with her, earlier through postal-mail-service and later by e-mails. She always used to talk about her husband, children and the US economy but she had never ever uttered a single word about herself, her health and her problems. Her husband was promoted as vice president heading design & development cell in the same company; her older son was in engineering college and the younger son was studying in class-X. She got a big house, four cars and handsome bank balance, but she never discussed her personal problems with me. Whenever I asked her about her well-being or happiness, her pet answer used to be: “Since my family is happy, I am happy as well, any doubt, Charan?”

I came to know only last month that she is not well; she is suffering from 'Acid-reflux' from last 20 years. But now it has become a chronic problem. The doctor has advised her that it might lead to cancer. Her husband too worries a lot about it and he keeps calling her all the time, if she has taken her medicine or not. She has categorically mentioned in her last mail: “Although it bothers me but I don’t let it depress me. I am in high spirits; please don’t worry at all for me, Charan”.

She did not reply to me for two weeks, I was getting worried for her. I completely understand why she was so disturbed, scared and tensed. I wanted her to take life as it comes and I wrote to her in my previous mail: “Please don’t give the reasons for the delays in sending your replies. It is life and life can’t be predicted, therefore, we live our life on daily renewal basis. One more thing, I don’t know whether I will be here tomorrow or not, no, I am not joking, because I really don’t know when my Lord will call me and I am mentally prepared and keeping myself ready to proceed as per HIS instructions.

You know what, I don’t have a choice and as such nobody has a choice in this matter. In her last mail she mentioned: “It is always good to read whatever you write except one thing. I am going to mention it right below”.

She further mentioned: “I know this is the ultimate realty. Everyone is destined to go and it is a good thing to keep you ready all the time. But please don’t say it all the time. It hurts, if you keep saying that over and over again because hope sustains life. I know you are very organized. I can judge that from your proceedings and it is always good to be organized. This is the characteristic of successful persons. My husband is also very organized. But I am not that organized. I keep my home very organized, but as regards my personal life I am not that organized, sometimes I mess it up”.

I am so worried about her; at the same time I find it so hard to accept it, I being her best friend can’t help her in her present crisis, why? I think, I am no-good; neither am I a good human being nor a good friend, if I can’t help a friend in-need then what is the meaning of being good friends. I am very sorry, I always used to claim that I am her best friend and I can do any thing for her, I will always come forward whenever she requires any help or assistance, I will be there on her first call, but I see those were the hollow words and merely tall claims, which has got no real meaning or substance. Then what is the meaning of making those promises which you can’t fulfill in whole of you life-time?

She has been very kind to me so was her husband and family. I can never forget their consistent believe confidence, love and trust on me. I have never rendered any favour to her or her family till date. I always wanted to do some thing good for them but they never gave me an opportunity; today when the time has actually come, she truly expecting someone should come and solve all her problems within seconds, but, see my helplessness, incapability’s and bad luck, in spite of my best intentions and sincere efforts, I can’t solve any of her problems, including the physical one which has become so severe today.

As a matter of fact, her problems can’t be shared or borrowed by any one in this universe. I don’t understand why. I have seen people who can easily donate human organs and at the same time can be transplanted also on other human beings, very successfully; then why can’t we borrow or transfer physical problems and worries of our very dear-one’s as well?

I would like to pray to my Lord to give me enough strength, the honour and privilege to borrow all the problems of my very dear friend Rajee, so that she can live her life happily with her family. Therefore, oh my Lord, I pray to you with both my folded hands: “Either you solve all the problems of my friend Rajee or very kindly transfer all her problem to me at once, so that she can have long life, full of good health, happiness, joy, love and prosperity, for years to come”, Amen!

With Prayers

Gurcharan

HIS True Blessing in Disguise

I was waiting for my elder daughter since long at the old Delhi railway station; she was coming from Kotdwar by Garhwal Express train. The train was late for more than an hour; it finally arrived at the station after eleven O’-clock and we reached home in Gurgaon after mid-night from the Station.

The Next day morning she was to visit State Government University at Greater Noida with me for her personal interview for Admission into PhD. course. But I could not get up from the bed, the next morning, due to giddiness.

However, I arranged a private-taxi and sent her alone to Greater Noida, so that she could attend the said interview on schedule. Meanwhile, I have informed my senior about my sickness and requested for a sick leave, which was immediately granted to me.

I have experienced a totally new type of feeling & sense of belonging; first time in my life. I have realized, I am truly cared, loved & wanted by my family members. I am not a money making machine alone, who is working day-in & day-out for earning livelihood for the family; no, not at all. I experienced altogether new feelings of a human-being, who also needs: care, concern, comfort, rest & peace of mind in life. I do not have an iota of confusion or doubt in my mind anymore; they all truly love me very much from the bottom of their hearts, it's proven.

I have never fallen sick in my entire life. Therefore, I was not aware of these facts, which was discovered by me due to my current sickness. My beloved wife and all my three daughters were so much worried, tense & aggrieved that they were going out of their way to make me comfortable and all of them were on their toes to do everything possible, which could make me happy, healthy, calm and comfortable.

My wife, who has gone to her parents place at Jamshedpur to look after her ailing mother, was continuously over her mobile phone from Jamshedpur; my elder daughter was calling me from her University at Greater Noida, where she had gone in the morning to attend her interview; second daughter, who is working as a SST-Teacher in a Public School, was regularly sending me sms’s from her school to enquire about my health condition; and the youngest one was with me through-out the day. She did not go to her college, instead took me to the Doctor and informed him about my old habit of continuously using laptop till late night at home on regular basis. Thank God, my mother was not aware of my sickness; otherwise, she would have straightway landed at my place alone from our Punjab-home-town.

After thorough check-ups, the Doctor pronounced that I may be suffering from cervical symptom. I was advised to take complete rest, sleep on hard bed without a pillow, avoid watching TV and working on Laptop for some time. He opined-due to excess work on Laptop could be the root-cause. He prescribed me lots of medicines and also taught me a few stretching exercises, which I must follow religiously and asked me to report after few days, once I recovered from my present crisis.

After seeing the Doctor and on the way back home, we bought medicines too. They gave me the first dose of medicines and forced me to sleep. Thereafter they were closely monitoring my sleep, without making any noise. My room-TV was switched-off; Laptop & Mobile were removed from my room and they kept on visiting my room on an hourly basis. They used to have only one question on their lips, whenever they see me, face to face: “How are you feeling now, Papa?”

During the Rakhi Purnima day, my daughters used to feel very sad because they were having no brother and at the same time, I was having no sister as we are three brothers. But with the grace of God Almighty, that vacuum was also filled by my lord and my daughters had tied me Rakhi on that day. They possibly wanted me to have ‘Feel-Good’ feelings and that’s why they were making every possible effort to make me happy.

It’s very difficult for me to explain in words the care, concern, emotions & love I have seen in their actions, gestures & eyes, it was so genuine, honest, true & transparent, as if the Lord has sent HIS Angels to my house to take care of me, I am truly obliged to see HIS gratitude, love & affection towards me. I pray to God Almighty to bless every couple of this universe with such a great, holy & wonderful gift of our Mother Nature in the form of a Baby-Girl, Amen!

With Prayers

Gurcharan

Main objective of our Life is diluted in the beginning and forgotten at the end

I was wondering, why two Individuals must enter into a relationship. Let me elaborate this further: my mother and wife, who I know personally, they don’t have any individuality of their own. Say for example, my wife was a daughter and sister till the age of 18; got married at the age of 19; at 21, she became a mother. She is 50 years old now but she still lives like a mother first, then daughter and at the end wife; that too, when she comes in front of me, face to face, she immediately changes into the role of a wife by compulsion and not by choice. But at bottom of her heart, she was and she remains to be a mother first.

I always tried to tell my wife and daughter that they are individual beings; they owe a lot to themselves first. Please listen to inner voice of your own soul and then act accordingly. But I am sorry; they don’t buy my logic, any more.

As someone rightly remarked - “Man is born free but everywhere he is in chains.” These chains may be bonds of relations or values or something else. We are so bound to act in a set pattern and according to norms, either to please our family or the society or the world as a whole. I fail to understand why this happens to us, always? Through out our lives, we all play different roles as different characters and at the end we die as parents, grand-parents or some times even as a child alone; but the matter of the fact is, this type of relationship goes all along our life. Though, for our relatives this relationship it stays till the end.

I have seen a man/woman playing different kind of roles in his/her entire life-span, in the form of different characters and relationships, say for example: -

1) An individual born as a boy or girl, 1st relation is with their mother

2) 2nd relationship they develop with their father, brother & sister

3) 3rd relationship with their respective spouse

4) 4th relationship with their In-laws, relatives & friends

5) And later, they become parent, and this goes on and on…

Here my point is: why two individuals can not remain as Individual human being only; without getting involved into any kind of emotional or physical relationship? I strongly feel that I am an individual soul born on this earth with a defined, definite and specific goal/objective/target.

This gifted Life’s prime objective was to achieve the said goal with our sincere, hard work and dedicated efforts. By not following it we are defying the will of the God. As per face value, this journey of life looks too long & on the way, we sometimes feel exhausted, tired, gone astray and/or get deviated from our main goal, objective & target.

Therefore, to cross this very long and unfamiliar distance, we need a guide, companion, friend, mentor or a true Master, who can help and support us in treading toward our final destination safely and without hindrance. In other words, we are actually looking for a fool-proof, safe, short & defined road map so that we can put our right foot forward towards the said destination with complete mind, body & soul.

On the way, when we feel alone, exhausted, worn out and tired, we strongly feel the need of another companion. At the same time, it becomes our only un-fulfilled wish to be with someone as our partner and co-passenger, who can come along on this dry, tough, rough, long, unknown road, which is bumpy all along.

We closed our eyes and started living in an illusion that this transit place is actually our permanent house, all relationship which we have developed on the way will remain with us forever & we will never die.

By default, during the said journey, we forget the main goal, objective and target for which we were actually born as human beings and this transit-point is not our final-destination, but unfortunately, the main goal, objective and target is completely forgotten or buried by us in a way that it never surface again.

We play so many roles as doer and not as decider, i.e. we act like a son, brother, husband, son-in-law, father, employee, friend, relative, writer, philosopher, preacher, lecturer and so on, but we must not forget even for a split of second that we are playing a particular character/role for the time being, because each of us have a unique soul and we will act until our role demands, but we can’t be a son or husband or father for rest of our life?

We do play a particular role for the time being and again we would get back to our original-selves, as an individual first. I was born as a human being, came on this earth with a mission to complete, a task given to me by my Master the Supreme God or you may call HIM by another name of your choice.

But, it’s easier said then done. I have always seen my mother and wife looking the whole world from Mother’s perspective only. Both of them are individual souls, must be having so many dreams, hobbies, likings, missions, objectives, tastes, targets and visions, which they might have thought of in their initial lives, when they were young, but they had to bury everything at their parent’s house and later they are trying to fulfill the ambition, commitment, dream, obligation, promise, short, mid and long term targets of their Husband, Children, Relatives and Friends first; while performing this role and fulfilling those commitments, suddenly, they pass away from this universe, without completing their prime goal, objective and target; how pathetic, sad and sorry state of affairs, isn’t it?

In our society, same thing is true for any other relationship for that matter. I have seen my Bapu ji (father) doing everything for me, my mother and brothers. He never used to buy anything for himself. I being the eldest son, he used to take me to the market on the week-ends and buy me lots of toys, food, soft drinks, chocolates, ice cream and clothes, but I had never seen him eating or buying anything for himself from the market. But, I had always seen him enjoying, having good feel with broad smile on his face to see me enjoying, laughing and dancing with excitement, happiness and joy. I used to enjoy those free goodies and he used to be satisfied just by looking at me and his biggest satisfaction came on his face when I used to tell him: “I am done, let’s go home now.”

In this whole gamut, we miss one thing and that is, the prime objective of our life, which the God Almighty had given to us at the time of our birth; that is totally forgotten. I was told, we got this life of a human being after completing a life-circle of 83, 99, 999 different lives and blessed in the 84th lakh life of a human being; the main and the only objective of this birth was to merge with the creator of the universe, like a drop of water merge with the ocean, which was diluted in the beginning itself and forgotten at the end.

With Prayers

Gurcharan

HE wishes us good luck, always! But strange are HIS ways

By the time I reached Gurgaon Toll Plaza, it was almost ten thirty at night but even at this late hour, there was heavy congestion and a long queue wait at the exit lane. I thought, the pre-paid tag lane would move faster but here also the scene was the same. I was waiting in the queue, when suddenly my car was hit from the back by another speeding car so forcefully that my car hit against another car parked in front of my car. My car was badly damaged from both ends. The owner of the front car came frantically towards me and when he found my car was also damaged, he proceeded towards the car behind me and started yelling.

As there was no response from that car, that had collided with our cars. I went towards the front window and knocked on the glass but still no response came. Meanwhile, the other car owner pushed me aside and opened the front door of the car in a fury. We both were taken aback when a body of a woman (who was driving the car) collapsed in his hands. The man started screaming in panic. Meanwhile, crowd gathered at the accident site and people in the other cars in the queue started shouting to move our cars from the main lane and settle scores separately.

I moved ahead and checked the pulse of the victim she was alive but had fainted due to the impact of the accident. Suddenly, I noticed that her fore-head was bleeding profusely. Immediately, I removed her from the car seat and placed her in my car, then pushed her car to one corner and rushed her to the nearby Hospital.

Before I could reach the Hospital, police arrived and started investigating me with a series of questions about the victim, car, accident and how and when and whys? With great difficulty, I could explain to the Police Officer everything in detail about the incident, who seemed to be a very reasonable person. After listening to my story, he went out of the way in extending full support and helped me all along to get the patient admitted to the Hospital’s Emergency ward.

Meanwhile, I almost forgot to call my wife in a hurry, I had left my mobile phone in the car. So, I went to the parking zone and picked my mobile from the car. I found that there were nine missed calls, five from my wife and four from my daughters. The Emergency ward’s big clock had struck 12'O-clock. I thought that my family members must have been damn worried for not answering their calls. With great hesitation, I called my wife and told her about the accident. On learning about the accident, she started crying. After lot of explanation, I consoled her and assured her that everything was fine and I would be back as soon as I am done with the Hospital formalities.

Meanwhile, I had to fill out the forms and submit my Credit Card for advance payment. The victim was rushed to the Operation Theatre [O.T.]. After fifteen minutes, the O.T. Nurse came out and told me to arrange three bottles of blood from the Blood Bank, on priority. She explained that due to head injury, the patient had lost lot of blood and her Blood Pressure was dipping down. I contacted the Police officer, he arranged for the blood using his influence with the Blood Bank on top priority.

I was sitting at the lounge, when the sister came out of the OT and informed me that the operation was successful and they will be shifting the patient to the cabin. Thereafter, I came to her cabin and sat down on the sofa lying near the bed. She was still under the influence of anesthesia and was sleeping. I found that she was a fair looking woman in her early-forties, and her head, nose, left ear, neck and chest were covered with bandages. I was feeling very sorry for her. I didn’t know who to call from her family as her purse and mobile phone were left in her car parked at the Toll Plaza office. Therefore, I had no option but to wait until her consciousness is restored and she tells who could be contacted in her family.

I was very upset, scared and tense thinking that her family members must be worried about her. I didn’t even know her name, although I knew, Police would be able to trace her family from the car registration no. I didn’t know when I went to sleep while sitting on the sofa. I woke up only when the morning shift Nurse came and called me. She thought I was her family and assured me that she (patient) would be fine within a couple of days.

I was told, she was driving at a speed of 90 KMPH, and on reaching the Toll Plaza she applied the brake which did not work and bumped into our cars with full force. The impact was so strong that she could not escape the serious injuries, she suffered from.

Meanwhile, around six in the morning an old lady (seemed to be her mother) came rushing into the cabin. She was crying and calling the patient ‘Simran’. She then looked at me and offered her heart felt thanks and handed me an envelope filled with thousand rupee notes. I refused to accept it and after much persuasion that I would settle my account later, she agreed to keep it back.

I left the cabin and assured Mrs. Kapoor (mother of the victim) that I will be back by noon and meet the Doctor. After getting relieved from the Hospital, first of all I left my damaged car at the workshop and collected a replacement car. From there, I went to Toll Plaza and arranged to shift the victim's car also to the workshop collecting her personal belongings from the car, which included her purse, two mobile phones and her laptop-bag. Then, I went home to take bath and returned to the Hospital around one 'o-clock.

Mrs. Kapoor was sitting near the patient and the patient was still fast asleep. I bought two cups of coffee and offered one to Mrs. Kapoor. With a bit of hesitation, she accepted the cup. Meanwhile, a team of Doctors entered the cabin and started examining the patient.

After thorough check-up, the senior most Doctor informed that the patient was required to stay for a longer period due to her injuries being severe.

Fifteen days had passed since the accident but she was still in the Hospital. The patient, Dr. Simran (Kapoor) Mehdiratha, 41 years, divorced, a PhD. in Micro-Biology was employed in a multi-national Pharmaceutical Company in Gurgaon as a Research Scientist. On the accident night, she was returning home after attending a wedding Reception of her colleague from a five star Hotel in New Delhi.

She was living with her mother in a 3-BHK Duplex and driving an expensive German car. Her daughter, a student of class-X, was in a boarding school at Ajmer. Her ex-husband was a Medical Practitioner, who remarried an MBBS-Doctor, leaving his daughter with Simran and at present settled abroad with his second wife. Simran decided not to marry again though her mother kept insisting. As a result of this accident, Simaran lost hearing of her right ear; two front teeth got knocked out, nose broken, forehead with twelve stitches, neck with a large scar mark and her chest still hurting. Apparently she seemed alright but her beautiful face had become somewhat dull and drab.

Doctors tried their best to restore hearing of her right ear with no success. These past fifteen days, I used to visit her daily in the evening but it was her mother who was talking with me all the time but Simran didn’t utter a word. She used to write on a piece of paper all relevant details, sign a few blank cheques for me to settle the expenses of Car repair and Hospital bills. I was little surprised, when nobody turned up from her office all these fifteen days. It was only her mother who used to visit her everyday. I would visit her in the evening and sit down for an hour or so every day, just to make her feel-good but she never exchanged any word though. Many a times, I saw in her eyes lot of pain, anguish and tears. The accident had caused her once bright face to look dull, drab and listless. She had sparkling dark brown big round eyes, which at a glance looked intoxicating.

During my last visit, Mrs. Kapoor asked me to come at 10 A.M. next day to complete the formalities at the hospital for her discharge. So, I reached the Hospital and completed all the formalities and collected the case-history, prescription, medicines and her diet-chart etc. I also made necessary appointments with the Neurosurgeon, ENT Specialist & Orthopedic Doctors at the OPD for her next week’s visit. By the time I returned to the Cabin, Simran had changed into Salwar-kamiz on her own and was looking totally different. Her mother, Mrs. Kapoor went to see the Nursing Staff to pay her sincere thanks while Simran sat on the sofa reading a book.

The moment, I entered, she got up, came rushing to me, hugged me and started crying non-stop. I was totally stunned. I tried to console her but she stopped me by putting her fingers on my mouth. Her tears were flowing uncontrollably and I did not know how to console her. At that very moment, Mrs. Kapoor entered the cabin and asked “Can we go now, Simran?” Simran shook her head and both moved towards the exit door.

In bewilderment, I asked Mrs. Kapoor: “why can’t Simran talk to me, Mrs. Kapoor", why, why?” Her eyes welled up and tears rolled down her cheeks and she answered in a gloomy voice- I am sorry son, she has lost her speech too in this accident. Hearing this new revelation, I was shocked and dumb founded not knowing what to say and tried to avoid eye contact with Simran and her mother but SRI GANAPATI BAPPA, the presiding deity of the Hospital Reception was staring straight into my eyes smiling continuously as if saying ‘strange are HIS ways’!!!

With Prayers

Gurcharan