LIFE BENEATH WHEELS

Train accidents are not a new story for any mumbaikar...a cropped leg or injured face is an usual sight for us...but the life still has to move on...the victim is shifted to the nearest railway hospital and the train again sets in motion

These accidents occur due many reasons..
Either the illegal crossing of the rails ignoring the over bridge or the usual hanging at the door...

All it takes is just a span of few seconds to turn our life into a hell..
Every other day we here abut such accidents...

..we don't try to understand the seriousness of the topic unless and until the story is visible to our naked eyes..

One such incident happened with me last week..
I was returning from Virar to my hometown ..via Diva
we had to hault at diva for boarding another local train to my place

Almost for an hour the train was stopped at diva junction..
the reason was another train accident..

I could see the victim

his movements depicted his fight with death

But death did not want his life,,,just a part of his life

He must be in his early twenties...death grabbed his legs from him
He moved to the next railway track so that he could also get deprived of his life....
But fate had another story for him...

He was carried on the stretcher to the nearest hospital
Now he would have to live another handicapped life

What else could happen
life goes on....the train moved ...

Its Mumbai...here life and train stops for no one.....

Almost 5.00 in the morning...
sun was yet to rise...
One could see the thin line of moonlight in the dark sky
she rushed to the Kitchen....
Arranged for making the tea..
By the time ,, the tea is prepared..she had managed to brush her teeth..and refresh herself...
Her face did not reflect any lack of sleep...she was as energetic and as fresh as if  she just had a sound sleep..
There it is..
the taps were busy soon...
rinsing dishes ,,,cleaning floors......



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Later she took a quick bath...
she did Not bother to dry her hair..
drops of water were still dripping from her hair...
If it were my hair dripping these drops of water,,,she would have rushed to dry me with the the dryer..
but since it's her hair..she didnt bother it...
her personal health was always secondary for her to her family's health..

She soon wrapped the sari around her...
and looked in the mirror..before she could admire herself...
ALAS! The cooker blew the whistle
The kitchen called her back
then there it was...
the vessels start making noise..the steel glass drops down...
sometimes the kitchen trolley squeaks
even amidst this busy routine she manages to do the kitchen work neatly
thre it is...
the tiffins are ready..
bottles are filled...
shirts ironed and the newpaper at the tea-table..
she rushes to the mandir in the corner of her kitchen..
lights a lamp..
by the time she joins the hands for a peaceful prayer...her children are awake...
another routine schedule of getting them ready to school...
and now...
she found time to look at herself...
in the mirror..


before her bindi is placed on her forehead...her husband calls...
she has to deliver his office materials, tiffins
after polishing his shoes....and seeing him off to office...
she is back to her kitchen...
To fetch her tiffin...
after this long tiring work at home..she is ready for her next role....TO THE OFFICE...

guessed whose story it was??
ITS THE STORY OF YOUR MOM...
INFACT THE STORY OF EVERY MOTHER
BEFORE she starts her day she has to kick start the day of every one at  her house...
but the rest of the members in the family...
just get up from sleep...depend on her for their needs...and the off to work,, school...

IN OUR DAILY LIFE..WE MAY IGNORE THE CHANCE TO THANK YOUR MOTHER...

THANK HER
LOVE HER
RESPECT HER

THANKS TO YOU MY MOM....I LOVE YOU ....

A PRAISEWORTHY INTIATIVE

Was far from the blogosphere for almost a month...
A small trip to a remote village...perhaps that tour lead me to write this post..

There was this different unity that I observed  among the the women in that village..

None among them are much educated...most of them have stoped education in their primary school itself..and come from very low economic backgrounds..

These women have formed various organisations and groups and work for the upliftment of their locality.

Their duty is to keep the locality clean..organise awareness programmes...provide financial aids to each other,,and lots of unspoken deeds..

there are members ranging from young girls and even senior citizens in such groups...

Perhaps ... It is a wastage of  time for we CITYzens who doesnt bother to care for society amidst the busy life...

The village people may not be as educated and organised as the metro citizens but these small deeds  make them different and laudable compared to the cityzens..

Even though we lack time...since our day is very small owing to the working hours and partying time we apend...but still we can try to start such initiatves ....

such small initiatives in every nook and corner of the country...can perhaps do great wonders in the upliftment of our society...