When I ask small children what they hope for when they grow up, they often tell me what job they want – how they want to become pilots, doctors, nurses or teachers. Perhaps because it is so self-evident, very few reply simply that they want to be happy. But isn’t it true, however differently we may express it, as living beings what we all have in common is a wish, at the very core of our hearts, to be happy. Therefore it’s worth looking at how happiness can be brought about.
“I was waiting at CST that night to collect my money for the tea I had just delivered. When I heard the gunshots, I thought they were fireworks but then there were 2 or 3 explosions and I knew. I turned around and saw a long line of people waiting at the ticket counter, so I ran towards them shouting ‘bhago, bomb hein’— people left everything behind and ran towards the road. When I entered the ticket office, the seniors there abused me for chasing them away, saying it was ‘just a short circuit’, but then another bomb exploded right outside where we were. Through the window I saw Kasab, and thought it was a commando with 2 AK47 guns in his hand. I frantically called out to him for help, but when he saw me he hurled such abuses that I can’t even repeat them…and then fired rounds of bullets inside the ticketing counter. The Railway Master was hit, I was injured because of the glass pieces and there were 7-8 other men injured.
After a few minutes, the firing was coming from some distance, so I got up and crawled outside to see countless bodies – some dead, some still having life in them. I called my wife at that point and told her that I might die because there could still be bombs at the station. She asked me to leave and go home, but I told her that I had to help my people. I’ve checked almost every body at CST for a sign of life, put people who were still breathing on haath gaadis, slabs of steel drawers and into cabs to be taken to the hospital. I took the Railway Master and a few others to a hospital in Byculla myself, because there were rumours that hospitals in South Bombay like Cama were also under attack. I stayed at CST the whole night with one other police officer.
I never did what I did for any award or recognition, but I did receive 28 awards since then and a promise that I would get a job in the railway…a promise which is still not fulfilled 7 years on. If it was the son of a minister or politician who had done the same thing, God knows how much they would have done for him, but at the end of it I’m a poor chaiwallah and I have no regrets…I would do it all over again.
by – THE LOGICAL INDIAN
ज्या नात्यात एकमेकांच्या
गरजांपेक्षा एकमेकांवरचं प्रेम
अधिक वरचढ ठरतं, ते जगातलं
सर्वात सुंदर नातं असतं
– Dalai Lama
I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.
She was a rainbow, but he was Colour blind.
It was a privilege to love you, and it was a privilege to let you go. Both helped shape me into the person I have become.
Do not settle for people who do not appreciate you, who do not know how lucky they are.
You always dreamt of a beautiful kind of love story. where sharing vulnerabilities, and making them feel special, and loved is your kind of thing, but once you get that kind of love, you always fear, what if you ruin things with them, what if your action makes them leave you, you always try to keep things easy and soft.
because once you get attached to the person you love, it’s kind of hard for you to let go of them, because your naive heart sucks at saying goodbye, and at the same time you can’t leave anyone at first.
you die for love, but this love always kills you from within, because all those times when you gave your whole heart to someone, you always received betrayal and not the same love, and in the end, you got hurt by your expectation.
after trying so hard, you got tired of loving with this same frequency of your heart, because now your broken pieces aren’t willing to love the same, and can’t give the same kind of love to anyone.
so, you chose to give the amount of love that anyone deserves, and not much.
because now your wounded heart fears falling and giving its pieces to someone again in the same way.
The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself.
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