Aman's Blog....

 I know it's been a while. But unless you are not living under a rock, you must be knowing how devastating the last few months have been for the entire world. And it's not yet over, unfortunately. I shall write about some of the things in future posts. But in the meanwhile, here is another feeble attempt of mine to be a poet. I am not nor do I claim to be so don't judge, please.  And here is it's translation in English,  Now there is no night of separation, there are no moments of being together.  There is no one in whom I exist, nor anyone is within me.  I have learned the art of hiding the pains, In the ashes of tears, somewhere, a peal of lost laughter is left.  Nor there is any regret from the word and nor there is sorrow-filled mysef,  It's just my control on tears cos there are some more breaths that are left.  A ruined world of heart and constantly wet eyes is the only earning now left,  No sorrowful or comforter is now left with Aman!...

 It's been a day of hearing heart wrenching news. I got a message from one of my friends who is also works in a very senior position that she has lost her mother. A while ago, it was her dad that she had lost. Another friend I messaged to check his well being. He lost his dad 17 years ago. Still, even after all these years, the pain, the sadness was just that.  Then the news came of demise  of legendary Punjabi singer  Sardool Sikander . He has been one of the most renowned singers, came from a very esteemed musical clan. That news struck as a jolt. All of his songs are so so good- saadian paran to sikhi uddna,  teeran da ki karna , nazran ton gir gayi ,tera likh du safedian te naa ,maut v ni aauni ,jinna de roop ne sohne . One of his songs that I made my mom listen to a lot was  This was one of my favorite songs. Sardool sang this song from Heer's perspective that how she is saying that she won't leave her Ranjha at any cost. Song's first line is that Heer...

 I am in a lot of thoughts lately, and today wasn't any different. But today, to turn my anger knob to it's highest level, two people came to my home today. They didn't do anything else but they knocked on the main door and started shouting, where is our sister? They were referring to my mom. I didn't recognize any of them but I did come out and asked what's the matter. One of them mentioned an old neighbor of mom whom I did remember from childhood. He mentioned he has his grand-daughter's wedding coming up and he has come to seek some help from mom. Hmm so here were two people, who never did bother to check on mom's health, never did contact her and today, suddenly, they needed help from their "sister"-sister who is not here anymore and they didn't even know that. I was just so furious. Not only I did show them how I am when you come and try to take advantage of my mom's helping nature but also, you try to show your bloody false affection ...

Some time, some things just leave you sad, even more so than you already feel.  Today, one of my mom's very old friend came all of a sudden to visit her. She had lost contact with mom. Today, she came looking for her. I had a vague memory of her as last I saw her was about 25 years ago. She had also changed a bit now. Age had hit her too but not that much. I told her about mom and she was taken aback by the news. She wanted to leave but I asked her to come inside and sit for some time. We sat for around 2 hours. So many things she mentioned about mom. If you don't know my mom, she was just so well respected everywhere. She was just so good and I am not saying cos she is my mom. She gave her the best. She used to go to a different city and had to reach at 8am. She would wake up at 4am, get everything done and she would reach on time. Same she inculcated in me as well. I am not even 1% of how good mom was. Aunty cried so much remembering her. After so long she came and she couldn...

Some time, when one is quiet, doesn't show his pain ,tears, how grief stricken he is, most people think that he is just fine. At time, when one says something, it's perceived as playing a victim card. Even considered as a "story".  I got a message for the  last post  of mine which went like this," who has time to read such a long story." Well, simple answer is that none has and certainly one shouldn't read. In fact, I did mention that you don't need to read as it's a long post and certainly not a happy post. It was not about any story and if you have the audacity to say to one who wrote something while being in tears, with his entire self shattered into pieces, then please, don't read a random person's random post/story/whatever. There are certainly better things to do in the world, at least better than reading about how it feels when one has lost his mother. Like I said, you can't understand someone's grief, pain for the very sim...

This moment came earlier too in my life.  Though I knew it's coming again but like I always said, nothing can prepare you for some moments, I wasn't prepared the first time. And then the moment came, did hit and shattered me. Same thing happened again. Again, the moment came and has now shattered whatever the rest of me was left.  I tried to write but stopped several times. Some time, I just couldn't find any words. I had been trying to write in bits and pieces. At times, I couldn't write a single word without my eyes being filled with tears.  Last time, it took me much longer to write cos I had to take care of my mom at home, had to ensure that no one, especially she, would see me in tears while writing. That's why I had to wait for the travel to come to be alone. But this time, it's different. I don't need go for a travel to find a lonely place to write and most importantly, I don't have anyone now to look over that anyone shouldn’t see me crying. I am...

I didn't have any plan to write anything. Sitting in the hall of the hospital, last thing that comes to your mind is to write a blog post. But just experienced, yet again, how except your parents,  whom you respect, touch feet, treat you like a piece of garbage, of no importance and even more, any sign of frown shown by you is also just considered being unreasonable. That too when you have done what's right, congratulate on a good, happy news. My mind is already stuck in too many things, worries and fears. Of course I don't matter but it doesn't mean, my value is equivalent to a piece of rug or a pile of garbage. Can't say I want to cry  cos even that is called  a tantrum/drama. So as I have heard, chuck it . 

I have just managed to sit down in this corridor. It's been a long day and it's just the start of long days, probably. I sat just now not cos that I am relaxed but cos I just wanted to sit for a moment otherwise I shall probably crash. Sleep anyways hasnt been around from few days. I left my room very early in the morning, drove almost 300kms today back and forth and been running around. For some who know me personally beyond this web space, they are(I hope few at least) aware that for me, I don't really care about me much or at all. Not that I am proud of it or something like that. But it's okay if something happens to me. But anything happening to my own people, that is not something that lets me sit peacefully. I can and I do, handle almost all the things but when I see I can't do anything except just following what the experts say to do, especially with a sense of foreboding, it's tough to stay sane. I don't want to think bad but I have a hunch of what...

 I just checked in into my room here. My head is spinning right now. Its been couplr of hours of running around since evening. This pandemic has now hit inside the family. Not really sure what to say. Just hoping that things go better soon.

What's the worse thing that you can ask someone to do who is sitting idle, have no work and is already pissed off- engage him in a debate and give him wisdom that's actually bull crap. So the same just happened.  I have been already in a bad mood lately. If you are new here, that's not how I am all the time but when I am, I really am and from last few days, I have been just that-upset. Though for some, me being upset is just a display of tantrum and a drama.  Anyways, there is this protest of farmers going on. I usually don't contradict anyone to whatever they say-either about me or otherwise. It's fine. One can say whatever they want. But today, I don't know I happened to get engaged in a messaging platform with few of my known folks. Not that I needed to vent out my anger somewhere but it's a lot of crap that's being said by those people in that group and funny enough, they know nothing about it. And just because some influential people are echoing wha...

 What an effing day it is turning out to be. Just read this,  Vikas Sharma death: Republic Bharat anchor Vikas Sharma passed away - TheNewsCrunch Thanks to this effing pandemic. I don't like RTv and nor do I like most of their reporters. But I did see Vikas Sharma's show some time and he had his own style. He stood out. And just like that, he is gone today! What an effing loss! I hadn't even wiped my face yet and this just came in. Gosh how worse this day could go anymore. Damn it! Damn it! 

 At times, you set out for something else and a complete opposite chain of events just shake you up. It's just one of those days cos one after the other, worse things happened.  I had a session which got cancelled cos participants had to attend some meetings internally. Now, that's the only work that I had in about 2 months and now, it's gone too. There is one that's being planned but I shall need to travel to Hyderabad for it. I am not sure that I really want to do that but beggars can't be choosers so if nothing will come up, I may take the risk and travel too. Since I didn't have any work, I thought I shall get some stuff to eat, give some stuff for dry cleaning etc. And if you have read the previous post, I got my right foot twisted. So that was the first thing that happened. I stopped the car and a freaking pole fell on my windshield, thanks to corrosion and busted the glass. Now, that's just so effing frustrating that you are not making any money and y...