A Melancholic Tale…

When Nivvruthi took birth, her mother left this World forever. Though she carried for nine months with utmost care, she wasn’t blessed to see her new born baby.

Having brought up by her poor father, Nivvruthi is eight yrs old. She is the only source of cheer to her father, who works as a security guard in a small private firm with a meagre income. Though financial crisis bothered him now and then, he tried to keep Nivvruthi happy with what he earned. He never vent his personal emotions on his work.

After she goes to bed, he used to drink n weep at nites, thinking of his beloved wife. Nivvruthi watched her father drinking one nite n takes a promise from him in avoiding the same. He gave up drinking from that very moment out of unfeigned luv for his daughter.

That nite Nivvruthi filled the dairy…

Dear Maa,

“I luv you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did.Please pardon me for what has happened. 
Today I saw Dad boozing n weeping like a small child. Tears rolled out of my eyes seeing him. He loves u so much maa. He gave up drinking today, hence no need to worry about his health, I’ll take care…”

On a fine saturday evening, Nivvruthi waits for her Dad. He agreed to come back home quickly as promised to her that morning. It was raining heavily outside and yet he hasn’t returned home. She made nine little cute paper boats, left them float in water in front of the house and went to sleep.

When Nivvruthi’s father returned, he watched those tiny nine paper boats n realizes that Nivvruthi turns nine today n repents for not greeting on her birthday.

“I looked for my daughter around, but could only find her asleep,

  I could feel each and every raindrop on her cold skin,

  And I could still hear her teardrops that hit the paper boats…”

The very next day Nivvruthi wasn’t feeling well, she suffered from mild fever which became intense n acute thenceforth. Her father was extremely perturbed by her deteriorating health condition & upon soon consulting a senior doctor he realized that her platelet count went down drastically.

Doctor told him that his daughter is suffering from intense thrombocytopenia, a weird blood disease where massive bleeding may occur even when there is no injury and she requires immediate platelet transfusion. He added that the situation is critical and the surgery would cost around one lakh.

Nivvruthi’s father tried all means to get the required amount needed for the surgery, but he was helpless n cursed himself. Meanwhile, Nivvruthi was turning pale n battling with death.

As a final attempt, he raised a request in one of the columns in a local newspaper requesting donors to do the needful & help see his child alive.

But all his hopes shattered as no one turned up towards this noble cause. No one could cherish her life to take away her pains from the endless darkness…                       

Nivvruthi was moving close to the doors of death. Blood oozing out from her nose, Nivvruthi uttered the final words to her father…

“Be brave Dad. I knew I’m going  to meet mother in sometime…”
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Nivvruthi would have been alive today if someone would have donated, either u, me or everyone…

Real happiness lies in making others happy, 

Putting aside differences and joining hands,

Let’s extend our loving hands to transcend and cherish such lives hereafter…

SNEHA GEETAM - The music of an affable affiliation.

It’s been almost eight months, I didn’t spare to update my blog.

Among the various creams of creations, the divine Creator has interwoven seraphic bonds that connect all the living entities. Luv n friendship being these 2 great bonds…

Let me today ink one of those glorious relationships I ever had in my life.

I had enough luv based twists in my life (though one!) & I wouldn’t dare to bore anymore on this, unlike in my previous blogs. The latter one, friendship has left nostalgic moments in my bitsian journey to cherish…

I happened to meet him for the first time in Koley’s Chem class. He used to ink the complete session notes, including doubts which he jotted down in pencil to get it clarified sometime.

We introduced each other n became friends then. I felt I met a friend who can always walk along with me. I felt he's one of the special persons God ever made to outvalue all the fantasies of the world imbuing a dainty touch to my life… 

He used to attend all classes regularly n punctually. I remember Pant sir praising him frequently for the same during 2^nd year organic chemistry classes.

He manages to complete his daily tasks systematically n spends his evening times relishing the nectar of the holy name of lord Krsna. Having cultivated reading novels as his prime hobby, spends most of his leisure time. He is one of those rare ones who believes in non-expectations and positive acceptance in life.

I remember sending my first birthday card to greet him during 2^nd yr summer vacation.

During one of the train journey’s to hometown, for the first time he started to share his personal things. During our Chem CDC’s, I felt he became much more closer to me.

We very often had wrangles over pretty small issues, arising most of the time from misunderstandings. I still remember those bitter days at hostel, where we faced each other but didn’t speak a single word including those in mess hrs.

We had rare good times in 4-2 sem where we spent some happy days, watching a couple of movies together. Tears rolled out of my eyes on the last day of my 4-2 sem. I felt like hugging him once before parting.That marks the end of the sweet tale.

I can never forget that little yet vital support rendered by him during my stay at Infosys and during my job quest. We had a chat of around two hrs during my stay at b’lore in Sept 08, a week before joining Reflexis.

Today we call each other only to greet on our b’days. Unfortunately either of these birthday dates fall in a week span.

Moments treasured:The book he gifted,Words about me in slam book,His soul-satiating smile...        

                                                                                         

God created the World, filled with eternal Love,

But as he gazed from the Elysium above

Felt the need of a special person, to be sent our way.

Someone whose enduring bond is difficult to explain,

But certainly, who cares and understands,

Sharing our joy and pain…

Whose love unfurls in the tissue & whose presence intensifies

With a warm feel in the heart even while we are miles apart.

Someone who’s very dear and true to us,

Someone whom we turn to when our spirits need a lift

For this relationship is a divine Gift.

Someone whose glee and grace makes this world, a happier place!

And whose moments we shall treasure in our hearts as time goes by,

Fond memories that’ll last forever…

“The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.”