Have been writing and sharing my thoughts and reflections here on WordPress for many years now. Many of you have been with me in this journey off and on and some of you consistently so… and for both I am full of gratitude.
Through these poems and prose my life’s experiences and explorations have often been my muse in the musings.
Just wondering out loud how am I perceived through these words. And what do you sense of me intuitively?
Would you care to share?
It’s simply a self exploratory share to learn and understand some more and I sincerely hope to hear from you.
In return I too will try my best to share my understanding of you through your posts.
Could I know through this post how do you perceive me?
You come away enriched and wiser in every journey.
Travel to liberate yourself From self assumed notions To see the light on the other side There is much to unlearn and unbox As you travel yield in to the insights Travel every once in a while if opportunity arises,
Take the chance, You are richer in your explorations much as your experiences. Travel on …
Are we waiting for some opportunity to meet someone dear to us?
The Age Of Relationships
The story of four close friends from school, who studied in the same school up to SSC.
At that time, there was only one luxury hotel in the city.
After the SSC exam, they decided that they should go to that hotel and have some tea and breakfast. The four of them could hardly collect forty rupees. It was a Sunday and all four of them reached the hotel by bicycle at ten-thirty.
Dinesh, Santosh, Manish, and Praveen started talking while having breakfast and tea. All four of them decided unanimously, that they would meet again after 40 years in the same hotel on 1st April.
“Till then we all should work very hard. It will be interesting to see how much progress has been made after 40 years,” they discussed.
It was also decided that the last one to reach the hotel then, would have to pay the bill for that day.
Kalu, the waiter who served them tea and snacks, was listening to all this. He said, “If I stay here till then, I’ll be waiting for you all.”
All four separated for further education.
Dinesh had left the city after his father got relocated, Santosh went to his uncle for further studies, and Manish and Praveen got admission to different colleges in the city.
Eventually, Manish also left the city.
Days, months, and years passed.
In forty years, the city underwent a radical change. The population of the city increased, and roads, flyovers, and malls changed the appearance of the city.
Now that hotel had become a five-star hotel, the waiter Kalu had now become Mr. Kalu, the owner of this hotel.
Forty years later, on the scheduled date, April 1st, at noon, a luxury car came to the door of the hotel.
Dinesh got out of the car and started walking towards the porch. He now had three jewellery showrooms.
Dinesh reached the hotel owner Mr. Kalu, and both of them kept looking at each other. Mr. Kalu said, “Praveen sir had booked a table for you a month back.”
Dinesh was heartily happy that he was the first of the four, so he wouldn’t have to pay the bill that day and would make fun of his friends for it.
After a while, Santosh arrived. Santosh had become a big builder of the city. For his age, he now looked like an old senior citizen.
Now, they both were talking and waiting for the other friends. The third friend, Manish also came in half an hour. On talking to him, both of them came to know that Manish was now a businessman.
The three friends kept looking towards the door again and again, wondering when Praveen would come.
Soon, Mr. Kalu came to them and said, “A message has come from Praveen sir. He’s asked you all to start with snacks, and he’ll join you.”
All three were happy to meet each other after forty years, laughing and joking for hours, but Praveen did not come.
Mr. Kalu said, “Praveen sir has sent another message, you three should order your favourites from the menu and start eating.”
The food was ordered, but even after they had finished eating, Praveen did not show up. When the three asked for the bill, they were told that the bill has been paid online.
At eight o’clock in the evening, a young man got down from the car and with a heavy heart reached the three friends preparing to leave the hotel. The three couldn’t take their eyes off the man.
The young man said, “I am your friend’s son Ravi, my father’s name is Praveen. Dad had told me about your get together today, he was waiting for this day, but he passed away last month due to a serious illness…
He had asked me to come late because if I had come early, it would have made you all sad. Dad had said, “My friends will not laugh if they come to know that I am not in this world, then they would lose the joy of meeting each other… I don’t want that.”
That’s why he ordered me to come late. He also asked me to hug you on his behalf.” Ravi spread both his hands with watery eyes.
Everyone around was eagerly watching this scene, they thought they had seen this young man somewhere.
Ravi said, “My father became a teacher and gave me a good education to become the collector. Today, I am the collector of this city…”
Everyone was amazed, Mr. Kalu said, “Now, it won’t be after forty years, but we will meet in our hotel every month, and each time there will be a grand party from my side….”
Friends, keep meeting your loved ones, don’t wait for any opportunity to meet someone, we never know when it’s time to get separated and we may never get to meet again…
The journey of life is also like a train journey. When someone’s station comes, they will have to be dropped at that moment. Only a few blurry memories would remain!
Stay with family, feel the joy of being alive..
Keep meeting your loved ones, not only on special days but also on other occasions, and sometimes without any reason too. May the tree of our relationships be nourished by the water of love, for whom we do not have to wait for any reason or opportunity to meet.
Dear friends, when you are reading this story, if someone comes to your mind, do talk to them for two minutes. We have all the facilities! ♾️
“We must take time for the people around us and enjoy the beauty of life.”
Every morning I saw an elderly gentlemen 👴 picking up flowers 🌸💐 fallen under the tree 🌳and neatly keep in a basket 🧺, meant for temple 🛕 visits. His activity was making me curious
One fine morning 🌄 I saw him again, and decided to quench my curiosity.
I asked him, Uncle, I always see you picking up these freshly fallen flowers 🌸🌺 from the ground. What do you do with them?
I use it to worship deities and gods in my house 🏠, he replied calmly.
Now this was new.Haven’t heard anything like this before. So, I asked him again, “Why will you put fallen flowers 🌸🌹, when there are plenty on the plant itself?”.
I am helping the flowers 🌸🌻 fulfil their purpose, to be with the God in their last days. They also have life, they also want to be with God like you and me in our last days, isn’t it, he asked me. I just nodded and he continued.
People pluck the buds 🌷 which have not even bloomed, and some only pluck the one’s which has just bloomed, not even letting them release their fragrance. Everyone takes what’s beautiful and leaves the plant stripped off its beauty. See, how these plants look like, stripped and deserted.
He continued, every flower 💐 has a purpose, to be with the God. While everyone takes away what’s there on the plant, I choose to pick them up. It’s not their fault that they fell down. They also deserve to be with God.
You also try it, you will find peace and happiness in doing it. I find it, that’s why I did it. I am too old support anyone, but I can help these flowers 🌻🌻 meet their destiny.
I could just nod and smile 😊
With this new inspiration and thought, I decided that let me also try picking up fallen flowers 💐 for worshipping.
I crossed a hibiscus 🌺 tree and saw few flowers fallen under the tree. As I bent down to pick up, I heard a voice
“You don’t put fallen flowers to God”, it was my Mom speaking to in my head, and then I stopped for a second.
“God is only looking for your emotion & devotion towards him, so go ahead and pick up”, it was again my Mom speaking to me in my head
After much deliberation and looking at both sides, I picked the flowers 🌸🌻 and put it in my palms. I could feel goose bumps and my heart 💖 started racing. It was a very different kind of love I was feeling inside my body for these flowers 🌹🌸.
I got them home 🏡, washed them and placed them where they deserved, at the feet of God.
This entire experience was overwhelming. I felt good and nice about myself. I felt as if I have saved someone’s life or helped someone come out of misery. I had never felt this level of contentment before with flowers atleast. And I feel, I will continue to do this. Pick up who has fallen down.
In life, we always want to be around nice and beautiful people. We want to see ourselves with people who belong to our stature, and look down on people below our status
But, the real satisfaction comes when we help someone and make their life better. Be it a human, animal, bird or any other form of life.
Savvy Raj 
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