Life in a Delhi Metro... Episode 11

Delhi Metro Lifeline of Delhi

Delhi metro... It's not just a train anymore, it's a workstation on the go... customer care center, conference room... you name it. Man sitting next to me in a perfect corporate attire is busy working on his presentation in his laptop. Damn, he is too good in PPT. Another man standing near me is busy on phone talking with a client (I guess) solving his problems. He started with soft words but his voice has gone louder. He looks irritated. Phew he must be dealing with a tough client. What I am wondering is which phone network he is using,  no disturbance, no call drops, considering that long call. Amazing! I remember taking conference calls from metro but mine were not good ones with multiple call drops. It's good to see people using their travel time in doing productive things. It's good to see that I am not alone following this trend. People who feel taboo about long journeys and travel time should see us. It is not bad at all.

Ema Nungsibi (My Dear Loving Mom)

It’s Mothers’ Day. Personally I am not so fond of these new trends taken from the western world. But I feel lucky to spend this day with my beautiful Maasi (Mom’s sister). Maasi’s simple innocent questions made me write this, she asked me... Don’t you miss your Mom, don’t you love her anymore?. I just smiled, didn't say anything. I asked her What made you say that Maasi? She didn't reply, but I guess I know the answer. I don’t mention about my Mom to anyone. I don’t cry because She is not with me. I don’t show my love for Her. I don’t do anything for Her. The thing is She is way beyond all these earthly things. I don’t miss Her because She is within me. I do show my intense love to my Mom but in my own way, no one can see it. Whenever I long for Her physical presence, I wear her clothes and feel Her presence, I engraved Her in my body. Everyday I pray to God…

Dear God… Every life I get, please make me my Mom’s daughter. 

For you rich men...

Rich Child of Poor Parents

A small piece for the children who have grown up as rich men in the society...

Since childhood I have done so many below-ordinary things, led a very simple life. Many a times I have been told Your father is a rich man. My answer has always been My dad is a rich man, I am not. Now, my dad is a retired man but I make sure that he continues to be rich (even though I am not rich). I have seen poor parents who sacrificed their lives for the upbringing of their kids. Now, it is so painful to see these kids grew up as super rich men but their parents are still poor.

Always remember... What goes around comes around. The greatest happiness in the world is... Knowing the reason for your parents' happiness is You. Let your parents proudly say... I am rich coz my kids are rich. Trust me, they will never ever make you poor.