Valentine’s Day, one of the favorite days in an year for all, especially for youngsters it is an occasion to celebrate; it could be sending flowers, gifts or anything which serves as a token of love. There are many who find love, many still waiting for miracles to happen and few others like me who think that miracle could be in any form, it can be a blissful experience in form of a small meeting with a girl, a funny incident interwoven around so called crush or anything worth remembering. So on obvious note Valentine’s Day too takes me to my old memories down the lane which I haven’t shared with anyone as I always felt that this is too personal and wanted to preserve those sweet innocent moments. But today I feel like sharing an episode of my life, it is one of those episodic moments which make an indelible impression on your psyche, still fresh and reminiscent of not so boring life.
‘’Guruji we need to speak to you in person,” with folded hands we requested him to accede to my demand.
“Alone” he asked.
“Yes,both of us” my husband replied.
“Just wait; there are many people around here”.
Guruji was a revered figure in our social group; he led a simple austere life, always ready to help, I used to accompany my husband to his satsangs and kar-sewa programmes.
I may seem to be an anti-nationalist when I speak that the CW games should fail. Yes I wish that the games should fail. But it is not because I don’t want India’s stature to be held high on the international front, but because I want India to face the reality in all its bitterness.
This is not a review of our government's policies nor is this mentioning the advantages/ Disadvantages of each of them.This is a write up, to just show, how they affected an India family, my family: a family which is the part of the "working class".My dad joined IAF as a non-commissioned technician at the age of 19. I believe it was the year 1975, just when we were still in our own inebriate that we triumphed over the Pakistan and created a new nation. He worked there for 15 years and took the VRS in the year 1990. That's where our story starts.
Our Life N Our Space
