Its a whirlpool

It is sometimes so amusing to realize that the world is woven together. Even if you want that some arbitrary event may not affect you.... ha ha... rest assured... that is not going to happen...

When one person does something that is wrong, the brunt is felt by everybody who even vaguely know her/him. And I am no exception.....

I came across a children's fable which beautifully describes this phenomenon

The Mouse Trap

Once a mouse lived in a mouse-hole of a farmer's house.
He looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.

What food might this contain? '
The mouse wondered - - -
he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.
Retreating to the farmyard,
the mouse proclaimed the warning:

There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!
The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said ,
'Mr.Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it. '

The mouse turned to the pig and told him,
' There is a mousetrap in the house !
There is a mousetrap in the house! '
The pig sympathized, but said, 'I am so very sorry Mr.Mouse, there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.'

The mouse turned to the cow and said
' There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house! '
The cow said, ' Wow, Mr. Mouse.
I ' m sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose.'

So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap...alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.

The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.
The snake bit the farmer's wife.
The farmer rushed her to the hospital,
and she returned home with a fever.

Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup,
so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup ' s main ingredient.

But his wife ' s sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock.
To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.
The farmer ' s wife did not get well; she died.
So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.
The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.

So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you,
remember ---- when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.

We are all involved in this journey called life.
We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.

REMEMBER. . . . . . EACH OF US IS A VITAL THREAD IN ANOTHER PERSON'S TAPESTRY;
OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER FOR A REASON.

And when one strand is pulled into a whirlpool the others cant get detached and say , hey i am not the one caught.... all of them have to drown together.

!!!!THE YO YO GROUP!!!! sahi bollla hu na

We had a great time at PS1 and sap ROX!!!!!!!….its members were, (in alphabetical order) Abhishek, Ankita (thats me), Abhinav, Dhwaj, Shubhanshi, Kshitij. The biggest achievement of the entire ps1 2k8 batch at CFCL has been the launching of the very rare and innovative brand of fund stocks “ the yo yo ”…. The future prospects and the market viability of which we leave to the upcoming PS1 batch to probe into.

Coz we cant include all the ppl in the acknowledgements, we wud like to mention them here.

We wud like to thank the chai wale bhaiya who kept us awake with his amazing teas throughout our stay in the lab tech office.

We wud also like to thank the bus wale bhaiya who drove us all the way 40 kms to n fro kota gadepan, without asking for the coupons even once. Moreover we had to travel from the shuttle bus to use our coupons now n then. ( well the last day that we were traveling he did ask if we had got the bus pass, n our faces blank we told him we will get it tomoro… hehe )

We wud also like to thank Satyanarayan bhaiya, the cab driver who used to give us a roller coaster feel-full ride to and from the hostel not forgetting his typical crash landing (jerky ending).

Also we thank the Transport section for making us wait which seemed like an eternity… so as to make us realize the importance of the depleting fossil fuels.

We wud also like to thank mess wale Tilak and Vasu bhaiya who served us with a shy n shier smile everytime.

We wud also like to thank Mr. Kaushik of the HR dept. who confronted us with the plight of the bachelor employees in CFCL.

We wud also like to thank the canteen wale bhaiya for making us wait at least 30 min so that we cud have more and more fun time together in the canteen.

We wud also like to thank Mr. Bday boy, for making us realize the fun of looking down to someone’s shoes when he is in the wrong uniform.

We wud also like to thank Tayal sir for dealing with us with true Bitsian spirit and treating us with Kota’s krispy kachoris.

We wud also like to thank Bahadur bhaiya, the chaat wala, for keeping us away from all the tasty delicacies every evening for the sake of preparing them properly.

Also we thank Mr. Saxena 1 for giving us a ‘room nikala’ and depriving us of the brilliant room we (girls) had. We (girls) had to spend our lazy afternoons in the stinky rooms of the boys. And ‘the Mr. Saxena 2’ for teaching us the mannerisms of growing up into a very responsible employee ( he was under the impression that we might come and join CFCL in the near future) to make this world a better place to live in. He exclaimed on seeing us with, “this is not a picnic spot”.

Finally we wud also like to thank Sir Arun ( our instructor in-charge) for his amazing laughter which used to set us all laughing :D :D :D :D :D :D (one for each of us)

It is just we or God who wud know how tough it was for us to bid each other farewell. The last day… we spent together, after we collected our stipend, Rs. 2500 each. It was definitely ‘the incident’, as we call it now, that brought us all so close. Abhinav who was the first one to leave, was sitting in the train and looking at us with a blank stare…. We asked him to come out until the train doesn’t move, but he replied that if he came out his eyes wud surely overflow…..

With lots of love …..

PS1 2k8 batch

CFCL, Kota

....the essence of motherhood....

Our house houses a family... other than mine... a family of 2 birds, called "Red-wattled Lapwing" or "titodi" in our indigenous language. the two birds in each season lay eggs n put their heart n soul into the endeavour of making them grow up... alive... making them survive.

These birds nest on land n like the other birds the mother protects and nurtures the eggs n the father guards against predators which r found right at their doorstep n everywhere around, like snakes monkeys n dogs. Its a tougher life for them after their young ones come out of the shell coz then they are mobile n easier for predators to spot.

It so happened that this season they laid four eggs.... all four of them were fortunate enough to survive to see the first site of this beautiful world. But every evening there is the fear of predators... monkeys watching from tree tops, snakes from places u cant even behold, all waiting for an opportunity to attack n take away the little ones.

But whatever it is.... its a great pleasure to see the cute little beings hop here n there in the garden, sometimes trying to hide themselves in the herbs of the kitchen garden n sometimes playing hide n seek with their siblings in the hedges....

That day my family was sitting in the veranda n gazing at this happy family. The 2 birds were guarding their young ones n the little ones hopping here n there in the garden. Suddenly after a while ... we heard squeaks of the 2 adult members of the family, they had started flying vigorously for some reason we could not understand. Then we caught hold of a monkey running n coming towards this happy family. All of us got up n tried to scare the monkey off.. but it eventually took one of the little birds with him. It went n sat on the compound wall n was feasting on its newly caught prey, n the mom n dad birds were continuously chirping loudly and flying atop the monkey.. trying to hurt him... as if they were forcing him to leave their baby alone.....
Mom went that way, n we followed. She said "बड़ा दर्द होता होगा न इस
माँ को... इसके अपने बच्चो को कोई इसी के सामने ....."
The next evening when i came back from PS i got the news that another kid was taken away by an eagle, and two days later the family was nowhere to be found in our premises.....

dreams unfulfilled

It was morning 8 and I was almost there at my PS station.
I had been travelling for over an hour now.
The phone rang ... it was Dhvaj calling, one of my PS mates.
I didnt expect any such call at this time, coz at this time hardly any of my other PS-mates get up. Well I thought may be he is calling to tell us, me n Shubhanshi, that there's not much of work today so it is possible for us to bunk.
But it was for something that left us all stunned.

Just because a brief description of who these people are is necessary before i describe any further, here it goes. Our PS(Practise School) station, CFCL, is a little more than one hour drive from Kota, comprising of 6 Bitsians in PS1 ,namely:
me, Shubhanshi n Dhvaj who are residents of Kota of which the two girls prefer a daily up down, and Kshitij, Abhinav and Abhishek.
5 other PS2 students are also registered.

The call gave us the shocking news..... the news which was in papers the next day.... the news which meant we were 10 Bitsians left on CFCL campus instead of 11 now...

It was all so cheerful the previous day, playing pranks on each other and everyone getting together and pulling shubhanshi's leg for some reason.PS2 was just about to get over ,in fact the PS2 students had the very same day given their last evaluated assignment. Training was getting over in less than 10 days which would make them 'a proud engineer'.
But it had to be a different way... the fateful swimming pool....

Two of his family members came to take him to Hyderabad, their native place, after completing the formalities. They were not his mom n dad... who would have been unable to see their only son lying without movement... the only son they were dreaming for...
that he would be an engineer soon...
and then he would get a sweet salary, his first one and hand it over to his mother.
And when he would be old enough ... he would get a daughter-in-law for them...
who would then give them a new heir to the family.....

but some dreams remain unfulfilled....

The 4 PS2 students shifted to the hostel with the PS1 guys, from the staff quarter that they were allotted earlier. This hopefully would not remind them of the place where he slept, the drawer where he kept his books, the almirah which used to hold his clothes.....
but still it did remind them... of everything that happened...

They hadn't slept for 2 nights... or rather couldn't sleep.

The reading room wont be that lively a place now, but we will try our best to revive it. For the 10 of us... the attitude for life will surely face a change... coz it always takes u through unexpected steep turns...
where u never know where u will end the next moment....
still on track........
or at the foot of the mountain.....

Just a moment please !!!!!

its not very pleasant to realise that we cant get back the days that have passed by... no matter how hard we try. my recent visit to baroda says it all. my time in Baroda, class 9th n 10th was the best time of my school life. i had a perfect group of friends. we were 7, out of which just 6 are left with us now. out of those 6, Nibha n Chaitali r studying in MSU Baroda, Shreya is in Mumbai, Dharini has shifted to Surat, Priyanka is in lakshmangarh, n my fate has taken me to Pilani.

In a hope that our golden times might be relived, i made a visit to my favourite city not realising the fact that i will be able to meet only Nibha n Chaitali. Even the colony that i loved, railway staff college has lost all its magic. it is no more that lively a place as it used to be.

Well, but i know all this was just to make me realise that the the present moment is what u have got n it is the best possible that u can get. so it is this moment that u must live happily, forgetting all tensions, all worries, n all complaints ...... coz this is what it is........ times just fly by... like snow on a mountain......u never know what God has in store for u the next moment.... u never know ..... what is there today might not even have a trace tomoro.......

The Touch Therapy

I feel so good whenever someone comes by my side and keeps his/her hand on my shoulder and says...... 'don’t worry Ankita, everything is going to be fine…..'

The touch,
The lovely soothing touch,
says it all.

I love the way mamma hugs me every time I need one. And the way Nikhil tickles me whenever I am depressed. And the way dad keeps his hand on my shoulder whenever I need his advice.

Well now,
this is not just a feeling. I am sure it works wonders with emotional illness, or feelings untouched.
Also, supporters of the 'touch therapy' claim that it can even cure physical illnesses like diabetes n heart ailments. Some people say that it is based on "the Einstein paradigm of a complex energetic field-like universe" (i.e., the existence of a Life energy flowing through and around all of us).

Whatever it is, I have always felt that my weakness and illness reduces so much once my mom comes and sits near me and places her hand on my forehead. It brings on a sweet smile on my face and I feel so much lighter. :)

The theory is that people who are ill have disturbed energy fields which need to be redirected. This can be done by moving trained hands over the person's body to create energy balance. And this is done without any physical contact!!!

Isn't it amazing?

Although there is no scientific research done to support the theory, but a study, initially proposed by a sixth grade girl for her science class, was conducted and published in JAMA( April 1 1998 ).

This was what I found on one of the sites: (http://your-doctor.com/patient_info/alternative_remedies/various_therapy/touch.html)

The question posed by the young investigator was simple:

Can experienced practitioners of therapeutic touch, when blindfolded, accurately identify a person's "energy field?" 21 practitioners were tested. In each test, participants were asked to identify whether a young girl had placed her hand close to their left or right hand.
By chance alone, the practitioners should have received a score of 50 percent. If the practitioners had the abilities to sense "energy fields," as they claim, they would have answered correctly 100 percent of the time. They got 44 percent correct — somewhat less than chance alone.
The authors concluded that therapeutic touch is "groundless".

But then can't it be just by chance, I mean, just one test can't determine the future of a whole science. Maybe it is just because we don’t have proper technology to prove it.
After all, according to science, even God does not exist. Nobody has seen or touched or proved his presence.

I remember reading a mail once wherein a student proves to his teacher that even 'death' does not exist.

Confused???

The professor claimed that according to science, God does not exist, because nobody has seen, touched, smelt or felt him. Nobody has heard him talk. So according to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says GOD doesn't exist.

To this, let’s have a look at what the student said:


Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Prof: Yes.
Student: And is there such a thing as cold?
Prof: Yes.
Student: No sir. There isn't.
(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)
Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, super heat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.

Same applies to darkness and death. Darkness is non existent. It is just the absence of light. And death??? Just the absence of life. Isn't it???

But science admits the existence of all these. Can you answer why????

Then after this, the mail had an awesome argument...

Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?

(The class breaks out into laughter.)

Student: Has anyone ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?



Well coming back to the point, even in the Vedic literature, we find mentions of energy fields of the body in the Indian culture. We touch our elder’s feet. Ever thought why?

It is because energy is supposed to radiate out from the toes and when you touch it, you can absorb a part of that intellectual energy. The tilak and the bindi in Indian culture are for a similar reason-to stop radiance of the energy of the mind from the point where it is maximum.

I’ll tell you about an incident that happened to me. I was about to leave for Pilani when I went to my grandpa to bid goodbye. As I bent down to touch his feet he placed his hand on my hair and said “khush raho”. Instantly I felt the power he had delivered to me for parting from home, ma’s lap and dad’s parasol. The blessings he wanted to give, the bliss he wanted to transfer……… everything.

I felt it……….. In me. Have you ever felt it??? It may be just a psychological feeling, but it exists, doesn’t it?

Whoa!!!
Well this has become too long I guess. So just to give you a gist of what actually I wanted to say in this post is what follows.

I feel it works… it really works, if not for the heavy ailments then at least for the illness which I would call emotional. In today’s running life, people tend to miss out on the small bits of happiness delivered by the seemingly insignificant things like the lovely touch of your child (pronounce it as tchhaa-aay-aldh to get the feel of the innocence) or the finger wiping off the pearl-tears…….. This is what I call ‘the touch therapy’. These are the things that cost millions…….. Wait…….. They are priceless....


Have you ever felt the radiance some people have? And the liveliness you feel when they are around or the energy they transfer to you when they deliver a vibrant handshake or rather a perfect hug?

Have you ever felt the serenity that you receive in moments of distress when you are sitting all alone and someone comes and takes your hand in their, their other hand on your forehead and then making it move gently past through your hair, and you look at them with eyes thanking loads already when you or them haven’t said a word still????? Have you ever felt that, that one moment has the whole life come inside it as if it was a cocoon, as if life feels very safe in there, like as if it has been running to win some worthless race and it realizes its mistake then, inside that very cocoon of time?


……………I have………………

A thanks to 'Him'

One night........ God looked at me....

I was staring at Him with open eyes.......... revealing the anonymity of the questions on my mind. He read them all..... all through the only window of my heart........................ my curious eyes. Eyes that were telling him everything I wanted to ask since long.


"I wanted to teach you......

teach you a lesson......

teach you that not always in life will you get the best..... first.....

and what I have made for you .... will not be given to you so easily.....

so that when you get it as a gift from me.... you value it .......... and cherish it all your life"




I replied ..........

"Thank you God,

thank you always........

for everything You have been giving me

for all that You have done for me

and for everything You will be sending for me........"


And then suddenly........

He presents to me
the very special gift of life
that He had been wanting to give ..........
specially for me.......
made for me .........

like a soft drizzle from the star studded night sky...........
with so many jewels embossed on it
and he presented one to me..........

Showing that He cares so much
and loves me so much

Telling that
it was not for nothing that He taught a lesson
to His dear child...........