Some relationships are amazing!

                All it happens, it happens for goods. When I reached the Churchgate station this evening, as usual, it was a huge crowd. I was waiting for 6:33 Bhayander bound local. When it arrived, I saw it was the oldest local. I was stunned to see it and shouted, “Maaaaay God!” (like ACP Pradyuman in CID). Then I get in the train. It doesn’t have our compartment as there’s only single compartment attached where 8+3+3 commuters can sit, where hundreds of commuters arrive in the same place after Dadar. Remember Hardik? My local friend? I went to his side today. He and Hitenbhai were sitting together. Hardik was on the window sit and Hitenbhai was sitting to his very next.

“I am coming to your place today Hardik. It’s been so long.”- I said.

“Ohhhh! Most welcome.” Hardik said.

                I knew that my permanent compartment was full still both Hiteshbhai and Sanjaybhai was calling me there, I didn’t go there as I promised Hardik to sit with them. Although I got seat beside Hitenbhai, the other commuters got up near Sanjaybhai and asked me to go there. Still I didn’t go. I wanted to spend the time with my best local friend Hardik. We had lots of chat until Bhayander along with Hitenbhai. Hardik belongs to the Jain community and his native place is situated in the city of Gujarat called Ahmadabad. He has got vacation of a week during Diwali and going back to his native place. Hardik is the guy who takes two days holidays during Uttarayan Festival to save innocent pigeons who got them injured from sharp Manjas. As Mira Bhayander has maximum numbers of Gujarati people, they celebrate the festival with joy. But many innocent pigeons succumbed to their injuries. Hardik remains out of the day for both 14^th and 15^th Jan to save those birds. His duties on land are awesome. He shows how huge heart he has got.

                We were sharing the best moment with Hitenbhai. Hitenbhai, who works in a Nariman Point, has got new Samsung Smartphone and was learning new stuff. Hitenbhai once advised me something when I lost my temper over morning 8:04 AM Churchgate bound local which was having too many commuters and I was not able to get in it. I told him that I was leaving that local. But he immediately said, “Chintan. Just thank god that you are even able to get in it. 8:04 local is a bless for people like you and me.” Ever since, I followed his words and I am now enjoying it with many new friends after getting positive for it. I got a Gujarati uncle, Muslim uncle and another Gujarati man along with many Begali duds. We had lot of fun today. As I got up in Andheri and offered seat to an uncle, Hardik offered his window seat in Borivli. I asked him whether he was using Facebook. He found me and sent me request. Now we are Facebook friends. I turned my so called local’s friendship into official friendship. I am proud to be a friend of a god gifted person names Hardik.

Hardik's Facebook dp.

It’s always great to find him sitting in front of my compartment in local, I wave my hands in the air and call, ‘Haaaaaardik.” And the same thing I repeat while getting out when he goes to the west and I go to the East. If I would have to describe him in few words, I can say, IF MUMBAI IS THE SECOND MOST HONEST CITY IN THE WORLD, PEOPLE LIKE HARDIK MAKES IT THE NO ONE IN MY EYES.

Bachche... Mann Ke Sachche.....

                It’s always great to see little kids early morning going to school. They come with their mom and dad to catch the bus in Indralok Phase III and those children who don’t have facility of bus; their moms take them in a sharing auto. Year ago, I met a cute little girl when I travelled in the First Class compartment of Borivli bound train early morning. His dad said,” Thank God this Borivli local started. When it wasn’t running, I had to take her in Bus to her school from here. And you can imagine what troubles I was having with the bus. Better late than never, now I have bought my own home in Borivli and will soon shift there.” I changed the train after getting new job. Ever since, I haven’t found the duo.

                I believe that little girl is very lucky that she has got so much loving and caring mom and dad. For the sake of their little daughter, they located themselves in Borivli. The girl is too quite intelligent and innocent one who is a monitor of her class. But many children aren’t that much luckier. Since Navratri, a little girl has arrived on platform No 1 & 2 of Bhayander Platform. She is begging here and there on platform. She bows the commuters; she touches the knees of them and asks for some rupees. One may not give because you know how hard it is to earn money nowadays. But when I imagine about it, it makes me much worried. Where will she go? What will she do? How many like her will be there? There was a little girl who begged in slow locals between Mahalaxmi & Mumbai Central areas. She was very cute little girl and she had a family too. When I asked her about her parents, she told about them. The daily commuters knew her very well and I, too. Once she came and sat in my lap for a while and started playing. She was cute. Now I really don’t know what she’s doing now.

              

  See the page of Mumbai Mirror, it is published today. I captured this image as the full page, showing the present conditions of the children in our society. It might have hurt many people with hearts in the city. If they aren’t, it means they are heartless.

                Starting clockwise the paper where a dead baby girl is found in a dustbin in Kalyan last day. She is a newborn baby girl and some disgusting person killed her and threw her in a dustbin in a plastic bag in Kalyan. One of the passengers passing by saw it and he was shocked. First he saw the bag which was spotted with blood and later he saw the girl’s foot which was popped out from that blood spotted bag. He was stunned and scared, immediately called the cops. Cops found one the baby girl’s hand and leg was separated from body. She was killed in a cruel way. The second one is a mother resting on a bed in KEM Hospital after caesarean delivery. When she handed over her baby girl by nurse, she denied accepting the child saying that she delivered a baby boy and the nurse swapped it to a baby girl. It’s KEM hospital yaar, one of the biggest ones in Mumbai. This is strange how they can do such thing???? She told that after her caesarean delivery she listened to the doctor that she had delivered a baby boy and didn’t accept her child. Now the child is being survived by the nurses of the KEM Hospital with Breast Milk Bank. Now mother is asking for DNA test. You can imagine if DNA report will not favor the mother, what a child will have to see in future????

                The third one is actually interesting where you can see a nurse standing with a baby. Its 5 year old baby boy was thrown away on the tracks of Central Mumbai, again Kalyan on tuesday. It was lying there for many hours until the commuters on Kalyan Platform saw it. The GRP immediately picked up the baby boy and found it unconscious. It was given medical treatment where doctors revealed shocking things. The baby was beaten very hardly and it had got many rashes on its skin. There was a 5 inches cut which was done by a sharp object with intention of killing on the baby’s neck. Doctors had to stitch the wound which was bleeding continuously. Now this baby is healthy and also being survived by the nurses of Kalyan Hospital with Breast Milk Bank. The GRP police have named the baby a “Miracle Baby” after his survival from railway tracks. His parents are still unfound. This is what happening all around with the children of our society. One may sleep on velvet made bed sheet with air conditioned peaceful room, and other is thrown on tracks, neglected and begs. Who later becomes a thief, a robber, a rapist or a prostitute…

                Every morning I think, “It’s enough. I am not gonna buy Mirror anymore.” But I can’t stop myself buying it. Not because to see those women in bikinis. But to see which little life has given sacrifice today…

Advertisements. Then and Now.

                Advertisements are so much important nowadays. It’s impossible to sell anything without advertisements when competitions are all around. If you’re selling your product without any advertisement, then you are really very lucky I must say. But I do not believe, you are actually doing it. From a pin to plane, we have to watch advertisement whether we like it or not. They are in newspaper, on TV, on a radio, or on the large hording. In short, we are surrounded with advertisements.

                The very famous ad film was made in end of 80’s of a refined oil names Dhara. A cute little kid is sad and leaving home. He goes to the station and old uncle arrives. He explains the kid that he is leaving home but his mother has made hot Jalebies at home. The little kid changes her mind and returned home with the old uncle. And the lady sings…..

“Dhara dhara…Shudhha Dhara…(Followed by the sounds of jingle bells)

Kid in DHARA's Ad

 You must have seen this ad film. If not, tell me, I will send you through my WhatsApp. This was the golden period for the advertisements. Actually those nostalgic ads were so cute and never disturbed us. When we saw those ads, we actually enjoy them even more than the programs. And you know, the effect too, was pretty positive that people also approached those products. In a cute way, those ads did their job for their products. It was when the TV channels were not on air except the Doordarshan.

                Then we entered in 90’s when we started receiving the Zee TV. Soon we got Sony, later the Star and today, there are numbers of channels. Like Raju Srivastava says,” We have channels starting from each letter of the ABC.” He is right and that is the reason why the market of the advertisement has been quite broader today.  The competition is seen on the TV, Newspapers and Stickers etc. But has it been the right way to promote items? It’s 2013 now and India has been so much advanced. It has almost adopted the western culture nowadays and so the advertisements have done the same. When a motorcycle ad was shown how it was used to be helpful for daily activities at home, now it is shown how it can be useful to take girlfriends for outing. See the latest Hero Passion’s ad, a bride is stuck in her car in heavy traffic somewhere and her groom decides to go and take her on his bike wearing helmet. The man is still unknown to her when she gets down at the marriage function and she immediately proposes him,

“Will you marry me?”

When he takes off his helmet, she finds her real groom and he picks her up. So this is what we are seeing nowadays other than those nostalgic ads back in 1990. If a woman’s mind is changed after a ride of just few minutes, we can easily say what type of love she had for her man. Well I also possess the same bike. If I will ask any bride to come with me on my Passion bike instead of her car, she may not propose me, but definitely she will slap me twice in front of huge crowd. This is just a single example. When we go through many, we will get to know the difference how we are being served fake, nudity, lies and fraud in the form of advertisements. Not only us, but well known people are being cheated with those fake advertisements. See recently the bollywood star Akshaye Khanna lost 50 Lakhs rupees. So no wonder if tomorrow, you can be also a victim of this fraud. After all we are all a part of this advertisement chain.

Advertisements… Where man is a medium and woman is an object.

                Few days ago, the Thane Mayor implemented new rule about the mannequins. According to her, these mannequins spread nudity and people see them as sexual objects. She ordered all the retailers to take mannequins and keep them at such place in their store where the people cannot see them.

A mother and daughter passing by the mannequins in Mumbai

She further instructed not to sell women undergarments on roads which are seen almost in every part of Mumbai. As they are cheap and good in quality, many women may approach them without hesitation. This doesn’t justify a woman, an object. It happens when I start my day early morning. When I buy my favorite news paper, I find a woman standing in bra and panties on a very first page making an ad of female undergarments. I feel pretty uncomfortable and I immediately turn the page and find another woman in the same condition which I saw on the first. See how one advertisement helps,

·         It will increase the sale of a newspaper

·         Women won’t see because they are already happier with the Brands they use

·         It’s a waste of money behind these advertisements.

It's my regular news paper

This is the newspaper thing. After buying it, I stare at those hording. I see an institution has given its huge ad on it. We are so cultured that we say, Education is a Saraswati and Education centre is a temple. Now to make these temples famous, they use girls with miniskirts on in order to attract people. Just in case if they see a girl, they might see why the girl is standing there. And it is repeated in the local train also, for which I posted about the BABA’s stickers few days ago. This is a hording thing. Now we come to the TV where competitions between the products are most. To sell the brand of a wine, they hire the top most actresses in their advertisements. Well when a woman is a former Miss World and doing major projects, how she can be there selling wine. This is really shameful act from both ends. The advertisements on TV have crossed all the limits. The ads have been much seductive enough to attract the people’s attention. You must have seen those Deo’s ad which is simply lustrous. One cannot handle them. But actually the fact is that women do not like a man who has sprayed Deo and neither like a man with body order. Actually the fact is that when I see those lusty ads of Sunny Leone’s manforce condoms and those Deos ads, I find no difference between them. They are both similar. This is a TV thing.

It's a man thing. What she's doing there???

        It’s all over when we want some change in our country. But at some stage, these advertisements are too playing their major role. We cannot stop them, we can only watch them. We can only say, “What the fuck they are showing?” But the other will definitely say,” Oh! I wish it will be repeated again. She was looking damn sexy yaar.” After all we are also been the part of them.

A day with a Doctor

Before I start something today, I send this special message to Sanjay Joshi, A Mira Road resident and my friend in 6:33 local from Churchgate, “Many many happy returns of the day. You have been just like my dad and have filled my life with love and fun. God bless you and your family. My prayers are always with you. Have a great year ahead.”

I take you to the past in 2009 when I was in Surat. Nowadays, I never go to Surat as I have really good memories back in 2009-10 with the city. Therefore, whenever I go there, I remember the most memorable time spent in the city that makes me quite worried. And tell you the truth; I do not like worries at all. Those are stored safely in my memory disk and so, I am sharing one of my best days spent in Surat today. A day with doctor.... 

Like a BOSS. Pankhi at her Home

Doctor is no one but Pankhi Shah. Pankhi has been practicing physiotherapy in Pune since many years. There's long story how we became friends. She is from Pune, I am from Valsad… Blah…. So let it go and start the topic leaving it. Her native place is Rajan Nagar, Valsad where she comes on holidays. I often go there to my maternal uncle's riverside apartment. I call it The Fortress of Pankhi Shah. Once upon a time she was coming for holidays in Valsad. She had insisted me to show the beautiful city Surat and taste the Surti food. So I invited to visit it. She came with her childhood friend in morning train, whose name I forgot and we started our day with excitement. 

I joined them at the Majura Gate where both ladies got off from a sharing auto. They asked me what the plan was. I told them we would go to the best places of the city. But first we should have the breakfast. We took them to eat Locho, which is a variety only found in Surat and its neighbor cities. It is made of the mixture of steamed Vati Dal and served hot with refined oil poured on it. If you go to Surat and if you don't eat that, you have done nothing in the city. You're a complete piece of crap. After all, “Surat nu jaman, ne kasha nu maran”. So our plan was the same. To eat, eat and eat! When we went to Mahidharpura, we saw huge crowd gathered to buy Locho. As it was a morning, many students had also come there. I was scaring to go there but her friend broke into the crowd and brought the plates of Locho. It was very shameful act of mine when I couldn't go in crowd and took help of that lady who bought for me. I know the doctor had taunted me on this topic to her friend with whom she came. We had the tasty dish of Locho and we went Athwagate. The day was too short to roam in Surat, we went to the garden situated on Athwalines opposite Adventist hospital and sat near the bank of the river Tapi. It was very peaceful and the river was giving us the coolest breeze which made us stuck there for a while. It was a noon and the sunlight started disturbing us. So we went from the place and left the garden. 

Then we decided to go Dumas, one of the beach situated in the interior part of Surat. Dumas is an isolated place where mostly the couples go to take the benefit of loneliness. We were going because we wanted to eat the famous Tomato Bhajia which are only found in that particular place. To go Dumas, we cannot hire an auto as they might take more charges. We have to go in typical "Chhakdas" (You know chhakdas, I used to travel in Gurgaon!). These chhakdas stood near the Athwagate circle opposite the plane. We got in it and went towards Dumas. Instead of going anywhere else, we went to the chaupati where we were having the Tomato Bhajia. It was noon and lot of heat the sun was throwing its heat on us, we only order single plate. Three of us, completed the plate and both ladies separated from me for a while. The other was residing in Valsad who was Pankhi's best friend needed to talk with her for a while. Pankhi hardly comes to her native place as she too, has busy schedule. Both are known to be very close friend. I was seeing curiously both ladies, their friendship, was one in a billion. Her friend kept her head on Pankhi's shoulder and chatted for several minutes. I could not control and went to them, 

"What are you doing? This is public place." I asked mischievously. 

Her friend replied, "I love Pankhi. You don’t know our relationship. Please stay away from here.” 

            I left them with their mysterious relationship and moved away.  As we had taken the plate of that Tomato Bhajia, none of us was starving. While returning from Dumas, we somehow got an auto instead of that Chhakda. So we were lucky and we went in the large mall situated in Piplod area. We were going here and there in the huge mall and enjoying ourselves. We bought ice cream to eat before leaving the mall. The doctor was asking to have the lunch there but I knew where I was gonna take her for lunch. The mall was centralized air conditioned and we were feeling quite refreshed coming out of it. Then we moved in an auto. Meanwhile I challenged Pankhi to get her the best lunch she had ever before. The dish of a Paneer and Parathas. I told her that it would be the best food than any other place in the world. She told me it wasn’t possible because the Paneer plates she ate in Pune were best according to her. Again we got down on Athwalines. I took them into the Klassic Restaurant and it was my favorite food restaurant in Surat. All their staff knew me very well as I often went there to have my favorite food. They give me the menu and asked me to order which I prefer. I ordered Paneer Kadai and Kulchas. While having lunch, I asked Pankhi,

“So, now what’s your view about the Paneer? Better than Pune?”

“Well, can’t say. It’s actually good. But not the best like Pune. Come there and have it once. You will never forget the taste.” She replied.

“Sure! I would love to.” I said.

            Finishing the lunch, we went to drink the famous coco situated in the Athwalines area. We preferred to walk toward the coco store as we just had lunch, while Pankhi was watching the beautiful bungalows on the Athwalines.

“Chintan, these are so beautiful. Surat is much developed now.” She said.

“It’s the posh area of Surat and you may find all the bungalows tremendous as they are.” I said.

“Oh! I wish I had a boyfriend who belongs to one of these bungalows.” She ended.

Pankhi, celebrating her 1st Birthday with her mom. So cute kid

            Pankhi is well known for her typical Tom Boy character. She never had a boyfriend in her life. Actually she really hates boys. If anyone would try to compare her name with any boy, she would kill him/her. She is often teased with several boys’ names. By walking, we reached at the famous coco centre and had the glasses full of coco. It was noon and we were still not tired. So we took auto from there and decided to go the famous Chauta Bazaar. Chauta bazaar is a local market for women where many would come for shopping. From rich to poor, no one misses to visit the cities most popular market. When we reached there, we saw huge crowd, as usual. It is always surrounded with women as the things are quite cheap and good for them. I consider the Gurgaon based market is as similar as the market of Chauta Bazaar. But the difference is only that in Gurgaon, you may easily find any women to enjoy yourself for a while at a very low cost. Doctor said,

“Chintan, get me a bottle of water.”

I went and took two bottle of Aquafina out of which, Doctor consumed the one alone. She was quite thirsty. It was almost evening when we came out from Chauta Bazaar. I saw doctor was quite tired and unable to move further. So we decided to go finally back to station and catch the Viramgam Local. So we caught an auto and headed towards the Surat Station. The train arrived before time and we got seat. 

            A nice day in Surat ended with unforgettable memory with Doctor Pankhi Shah. Like her name Pankhi, she has got the quality of flying independently in to the huge sky. She comes from Pune sitting on the door steps of the Rajkot bound train alone and gets off Valsad station at 3 o’clock early morning; she lives alone without her family yet enjoys her life in a best way.  She belongs to Jain community and that’s why I like her a lot. These including many things make me feel proud of the Doctor. I always remember her on the occasions of Navratri because one of Matarani’s garba says,

“Pankhida re udi jajo pavaghadh re…”

I confess, I really miss her company.

Be a learner, not a boss.

            Weather has so much changed. It’s a sign of global warming that in the month of October, its feeling like a hot summer in Mumbai. Even in the night, the weather is hot as a heater. Last night, when we attended the reception ceremony at the Duttani Square in Vasai Road, we felt like an earthquake. We were having dinner in a banquette hall which was completely centralized air conditioned. One of my little sisters was scared too. Later we knew it was a multiplex at the second floor and by its huge noise, the floor was vibrating.

           

Be confident all around

We are living the toughest life nowadays, compromising with the weather and all conditions around us. We are students, professionals, managers, businessmen, working women etc. I am not including the people who kept drinking and lying on the footpaths of roads. They aren’t worried about their family what they will eat tonight. We all want success in life. And that is why we start dreaming. Our imaginations are very much important. At last, they decide what we will be after 5 years from now. It’s a simple exercise to achieve your dreams. Stay blessed and think positive. Most of us are working professionals and we have to maintain ourselves quite carefully. In the 5 years of my professional life, I have tested many things. The first boss would ask me to prepare tea and serve it to the guests; the second boss would ask me to prepare the oily assemblies. These are only couple of examples which do not make me feel uncomfortable. But they always remind me that I shouldn’t forget my days, including the manager of Vapi based jewelry show room who tried to prove that I was rapist only because I was coming from Delhi. I am not sad but I am very happy that some people have such cheap thinking and I denied him immediately even after assuring safety of all girls who were working there.

            In my years of experience in my professional life, I have learned a big thing that is about the boss. The boss isn’t a tiger sitting in a cabin. He is a human us. He has a family like us. He has emotions like us. When I joined my current organization JAICO (established in 1946 Mr. Jaman Shah before independence. “JAI” means victory and “CO” for company), I got four rounds of interviews. Even after those interviews, I didn’t receive call from them to join the firm. But I had a strong feeling if JAICO won’t, the other would fulfill my need. Mumbai would not disappoint me in any way. At the other side, at my previous employer, everyone were leaving job because of mental harassment. There were 5 CCTV cameras were installed and we were under surveillance constantly either on TV or on mobile phone. It was all suddenly changed when I saw my god, Sachin Tendulkar. I got my appointment letter at JAICO at the next day. When I left my last office, Taau said,”Chintan. I am losing very talented boy.” In which I replied, “Talent always finds its own way.”

            While joining JAICO, my CFO Mr. Patel said something that he was very important I believe. He said,” Chintan, Always be a learner, never a Boss.” It is said that there are no boundaries of learning in human’s life. The more you learn, the less you’re learned. These words are so important. Actually he indirectly told me how to behave in an organization. We should never be proud of our work & position, should not think we are superior. Remember, even a boss is a learner. And so he has been a boss. To reach at the top position, you will have to be learner first. Learn new things at your job place. Never deny for any new assignment, never delay in completion of it. This sentence will definitely help me in future whenever I will be stepping on to built my professional carrier.

            And most important thing that always have a smile on face while working. You will feel great. This is my personal experience.

A tribute to Mrs Muskaan. The strongest woman I ever met!

                The Facebook has given me precious friends whom I can never ever forget in my life and I respect them a lot as some of them, are truly my well wishers. I have a long time Facebook friend whose name is Vartika Sapra. For me, she isn’t Vartika as I only call her Mrs Muskaan. Well, by the name you can easily justify why I call her Muskaan instead of Vartika. Right, because of the huge smile she always has on her beautiful face.

                I didn’t know her very well until she posted something on my wall. It was 6^th May 2012. Of course my birthday, she sent me picture of her favorite Matarani and wished me all the best for the year ahead. It was the best wish I had got on a special day as my birthday which comes with no surprise every year. Ever since, I tried to know the woman who was living with full of happiness and being loved all around. With her Facebook profile, I came to know that she is living in the Kota, the beautiful city of a Rajasthan State. Married to Mr Anil Sapra and having a cute son name Vikhyat. (What a good name Vikhyat is!)  Mrs Muskaan owns the degrees of M.Sc. (IT), MBA, and B. Ed. along with specialized courses of GNIIT and Fashion Designing. Having those degrees, this talented lady has been serving at CBSE High School as a Principal. Why not? She deserves all.

Woman full of happiness, a complete dose of Vitamin B+

                When you will know Mrs Muskaan, you will definitely like her company as she never ever gets sad in life. Just like I said earlier that we all are the writers of our destiny, Mrs Muskaan writes her fate in her own style, with smile, happiness, love and care. No matter what is happening around, what is going around in her life, she never gets worried about anything and never posts stupid things on Facebook too. Instead of expressing her negative feelings to the world, she would put up status for her critics in a sweetest way on Facebook. That’s a wonder woman. There is no doubt that she has been an idol in my life who has taught me many things including the best, to live happiest ever, to be free from stress and to live without worries. Mrs Muskaan has been the women living with full of happiness and has taught me to be positive in every situation of life.

                Few days ago, she went absent from Facebook, as I had no contact number of her, I couldn’t contact her but I thought she might have caught some busy schedule which has caused her to stay away from social networks. Meanwhile, I was receiving few calls from an unknown number. I didn’t pick it up as at the same time, my marriage which was fixed to a girl and later it was broken due to some reasons. I was repeatedly being called by her relatives and her parents who were making me quite confused. To avoid those, I didn’t picked single call which was to be an unknown number. Couples of weeks later, when I found that number in Truecaller application, it seemed to be a number of Kota. I immediately called back and it was disconnected. That number displayed in seconds and a lady spoke,

“Who’s there?”

I asked, “May I know who are you? I have got several calls from this number which were left unattended by me.”

She asked,” First tell me who are you?”

I replied, “I am Chintan from Mumbai.”

She said,” Oh Chintan! Guess to whom you are talking to? It will be a surprise for you.”

I replied,” I don’t know madam. But this number belongs to Rajasthan and there is only one person I know from these locality that is Mrs Vartika.”

She said, “Correct. You got me.”

I said,” Oh my god! It’s you, Vartikaji! I cannot believe. I am really sorry for not attending your calls. How are you?”

She replied,” I am fine. I will call you later as I am very busy right now.”

                She disconnected phone and I was never been called again. Why not? I was a fool when I left those calls unattended. Who would ever call me back? But it was great evening of my life. I talked to the person who was my idol and I was feeling pretty much happier. I wanted to express my feeling to the world but there was no one around and so I posted something on Facebook.

“Wow! A day full of surprise! How do you feel when a person who is your idol, calls you?”

Happiest Ever Mrs. Muskaan

                So the days passed on. I saved her number in my cell. She was on WhatApp too, but I never texted her. Meanwhile I too, left Facebook as I was wasting my time doing stupid things. Few days later, she sent me a picture of a news paper article which has described her story. I was dazzled by reading it. Mrs Muskaan was suffering from incurable decease called cancer. She was battling and had finally won the fight against cancer. It was described in the article of newspaper she sent.

I WhatsApped,” Mrs Sapra! You were suffering from cancer????”

She replied,” Read my Facebook post.”

I immediately turned on my Facebook account and read her status,

“Completely free frm Cancer… won d battle.. though a painful days dey were….! Your Tapasyaa…. But maine himmat nahi haari. I kept on smiling.. wo kehte hai na, “Tum itna kyun muskura rahe ho, kya gam hai jo chhupa rahe ho”” Tum  doston ki duaon ne mujhe marne nahi diya.. Enjoy life and keep Muskuraying..”

                Well after reading the status, many thought were coming and going in my mind. I was thinking how Mrs Muskaan was struggling in her life yet living in a happiest way. She had suffered through many pains during her battle, yet she never showed the world. I was thinking, I was thinking and finally left in sentiments.

                Mrs Muskaan believes in Matarani and I believe, she is fit and fine today because of her. I always told her that she has come here on earth in form of a Matarani and she is blessed by her. And that is the reason why she has successfully survived from non curable decease of cancer. She has provided the example how human can fight against all the odds of life and win the battle, even against death. A strong woman has left me speechless with her immense power and positive attitude towards life. She is the biggest fan of bollywood actor Shahid Kapoor. Surviving from cancer, she posted on Shahid Kapoor’s Fan club page on Facebook,

“Wen r u coming to Jpr(JAIPUR)?.I was a cancer patient..want to meet my hero once before I die...luv u so much....ur movies,songs,expressions n smile helped me to win d battle...free frm cancer now...desperately waiting for u in Jpr.

                Now she is writing her book sharing her experience fighting with cancer and how she won the battle. I will definitely buy copy of her book when it will be published and I will keep it with myself forever. When my child will grow, I can teach it how human has immense powers to live life on his own. Matarani bless Mrs Muskaan and her lovely family.