Every Vote Counts

Today I exercised my right to vote and casted my vote for the first.Without wasting much time I will try to share an incident that made me ruminate upon the importance of a vote

I woke up from my winter slumber around ten in the morning and went downstairs to begin my day.My dad was sitting on the dinning table and asked me if I would like to go, along with him, to the polling booth.I was excited because it was my first time and agreed, to go, straight away.I just brushed my teeth, wore my sweatshirt and left.We were just hundred meters away from the school,which was the place where voting machines were installed, when I saw the hustle bustle.In school we were taught that exercising your right to vote makes you a responsible citizen and I was happy to see so many responsible people around me :-) The room allotted to us, on the ballot paper, was not much crowded, even though there were long queues in front of other rooms.It took us not more than five minutes to finish up our work and return home.


Me and my dad were about to leave the place when I saw a man on wheelchair with two boys by his side.He lives only two blocks away from our house and has recently been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.I hear from my mother about his frequent visits to the hospital, due to his withering health.The doctors have said that he will see only few more days or may be weeks, if he is that blessed.And when I say blessed,I really mean it because the thread of breath is supplied only by the almighty, and if he cuts it away, no one can ever provide you that thread.This further reminds me of a ghazal, "Jeevan Kya Hai" by Lt.Jagjit Singh ji, which has the line, " aatii saans ko paanaa jaatii saans ko khonaa hai ", in it answering the question in the title. Getting back to the main point, when I saw this man, heading to cast his vote, I couldn't understand why he was there.I was hit by few hackneyed questions. Shouldn't he be sitting at home and spending time with his family? Why is he taking all the pain to get out of the bed and come all the way to cast only 'one single vote'? May be because 'Every Vote Counts' :-) I can sit back at home thinking that my vote will not change the outcome of the elections, but what if everyone thinks like that. In a mosaic every individual chunk has a value and like 'every penny counts', every vote also counts.

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Do you make a half Roti? :-D

My momy (mom) asked me, how many chapatis or Rotis did I want for dinner? I replied, one and half. So momy made a full and a half roti for me :-D Funny was the moment for me when I saw this in my plate :-)

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Heavy Heart...

I just finished up reading the all entries of the blog, blog Blah_blah, which had become my inspiration to start blogging.

I used to land up on that blog early morning, when I would have just opened my eyes and I still be in my quilt , or in the late hours of the night, before I closed my small windows to the world outside.In bus, train, auto-rickshaw,on the back seat of the car, on the terrace, in the loo, in the classroom and labs, market, kitchen, at friend's place, in my own room... I had someone with me,the blog, or may be the soul who wrote that.The blog was my companion and I took it wherever I went.I would look for an opportunity to sneak away with my phone and find a place where I could spend time with my new mate.

The blog helped me experience the joy of life in strange ways, making me smile at a moment or, at another, bringing a tear, that silently escaped my soul, from the side of my eye. It made me more loving. But above all it revealed to me that 'woman' is the most admirable and delicate creations of God. The blog stirred an emotion, that did exist before but never came to the forefront, the joy of being a girl or may be woman.There were posts that I did not understand, even if I tried hard to figure out what they meant, but at the same time there were posts that I loved.I even took a snapshot of one post that I fell in love with.The blog redefined 'the joy of sharing'.

But now, when I have reached the 'dead end' sign, I just can't accept the abrupt ending of my relationship with the blog.May be I will start my journey again and reread the blog...

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No One Is Spared

Last week I was enjoying the bright sunshine, which is not less than a blessing in the winter season here in northern zone of India, in the college ground.I was looking down on the grass when this bird came hoping in front of me. Can you notice whats so special about the bird?

If you haven't figured out then let me help you,don't be so harsh on yourself  :-) The bird has only one leg.The one who sees the bird might have a feeling of pity for the creature but the little bird has nothing to do with it.It has learned to live even with a single leg, and above all, the absence one leg has not kept her from flying.She can still do what she is meant to do i.e. FLY.

In the same context,lets bring humans into the picture.What do you think is the greatest strength of our race, I mean the human race? I feel it is 'our ability to THINK' that makes us special, and this might be your answer too. No matter what you face in your life or how physically handicapped you may be, no one can ever take away your power of thinking, which is what humans are meant to do i.e to think.You can still change the world around you.A wonderful example of this is Stephan Hawking,who is severely disabled by a motor neuron disease known as Amotrophic Laterat Sclerosis (ALS).Hawking is completely paralyzed yet he has been making the most influential discoveries of our times in the field of theoretical physics.

To conclude, change the way you look at things and you can change your universe.Everyone has their share of troubles and hurdles.No one is spared. Don't be put down by obstacles on the way, rather take them as challenges.If you do so, you will set an example for others, just like the little bird in the above picture.