Thursday, November 28, 2013

The Anger Spice



One usual afternoon, after two weeks of roaming around for the necessary stuff like University registration, Student card and searching an apartment to settle in the Strasbourg city, I boarded onto a tram from Gare Centrale, towards Illkirch, unaware of the consciousness that was guiding me towards the right direction.

I could hear the tram doors slide close behind me. I was tired, perhaps not from the stuff I have been doing after my arrival in France, but from the chaos I have been living and facing since last couple of years. My eyes searched for a place to sit and they found one in front of an old woman. As soon as I arrived at that seat, an old man sitting next to the old woman stared at me with his strange dull eyes and kept his cane on the seat in front of him, the one next to me. It acted as a kick to bring me back from my dreamland. 

Did the person just put his cane on the front seat just to avoid me from sitting there?
‘Yes he did’, I answered to my own question. 

I gazed at his more than eighty year old eyes. I could see nothing, but irritation. I passed a smile without being reciprocated. He stared back at me with the determination that he is not letting me sit near the window. I was not trying to. The old man was indeed very old. He was sporting an Ushanka, a Russian winter cap, but seemed to be French. He cleaned overflowing saliva from his lips with the tissue tucked in one of his fists. At times, he would simply suck it back from the sides of his mouth, instead of cleaning with the tissue. Skin has left the hair roots on his wrist as the retreating tide leaves the beach to dry and become the dead sand. His sight rivalled feelings of disgust and pity in my head. I realized that the old woman on my front seat has left, only when the man shifted to her seat, now directly facing me, instead of the earlier diagonal position. 

Somebody giggled and my attention and thoughts shifted to the other side of the tram. They were a bunch of teenagers, teasing each other in French, probably over the pimple marks, half of them were developing and rest half will probably develop soon. The old man seemed to be unaware of their presence so did the teenagers of his and mine presence around them. Then it occurred to me, that he noticed them before I did. This is why he shifted his seat, in order to not let them sit near him and with this he shifted his cane to seat, he has been occupying earlier. 

The chemistry among teens soon turned into a fun rift. One of them pushed the other two and they would have hit the old man’s head from the back. To my surprise, the old man avoided the impact by moving ahead on his seat, as if he could see what is happening behind his back. I wondered what he will do next. I did not have to wait for too long to see the action from his side. He turned slowly and scared the teens with his cane. 

I wondered if I just saw a smile on his face, instead of anger, but I was not sure. The teens have got their toy by this time. They started to dance and shout as soon as the old man sporting the Ushanka turned his back on them. They will shout, come very near to him, but will remain far enough to be away from his reach. The man showed his cane once or twice again, but it just boosted the teens. The old man got up and balanced himself on his cane. All the teens, except one, ran to the other side of the tram. The other teens watched him from a distance. The old man tried to hit the teen with his cane, without any success. This probably boosted the courage of teen with the pimple marks. He became louder. For the next few minutes the old man sporting the Ushanka and the teen with the pimple marks danced on each other tunes. I wanted to get up and shout on the teens, nevertheless something inside me made me feel that this is all right and I remain unmoved. I happened to look at my reflection in the glass window and I saw a faint hint of smile on my face. The old man’s movement to get the teen, promoted from feeble to decent attempts, but they were still just attempts. 

“Next Station, ‘Leclerc’”, announced the programmed computer voice of the tram. The teen needed to get down there and therefore moved towards the door. The old man like an experienced hunter was waiting for his prey to fell right into his trap. The teen managed to hit the open button without getting hit, but could not get out. Then he rushed towards the open exit with full energy. The kid was sure in old man’s reach and there was enough time and he hit the teen, only to be able to touch the sleeve of his jacket. The teen got out, turned back, enough to be away from the cane’s reach and made a duck face. The old man looked at him and the doors slid back to close. The old man kept standing there, with his cane’s support for another couple of minutes. 

He came back and took his seat and smiled at me. He definitely smiled at me. I could see life in his old dull eyes. I closed my eyes, only to open them an instant later to confirm that I understand. We both smiled in unison. He got down at next station. I waved a good bye at him and he reciprocated with a big smile.

I found the answer to my puzzle, over my own anger; I have been trying to answer since last few days. 

Sometimes anger is just the right spice missing in the curry of life.
Tak.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

The Beast of KioKaKu



Scene 1

The white man in the woods finally encountered what he was looking for. His dirty brown pants did not tear when he slipped off the small cliff. Slowly with one hand on the ground, he climbed up and perched his head to see if it was there and then he saw it. The beast with the black fur, blood in its eyes and canines grinding each other took a step back, attained the position to attack and roared.

Although this was what exactly he was hoping to see for years, yet his blood froze with fear. In the same instant he recalled the first time he heard the story of the Serpent Wolf of the White Woods and how he discarded it. Being a renowned zoologist, and a specialist on Evolution of dogs, he laughed at the story and was certain that it is a myth or at most a delusion of a drug addict.

And the beast took a step back, attained the position and roared and with the roar, drops of beast's saliva encountered Sau Rabh, otherwise known as 'The Archaic Kangaroo or TAK, face. The Archaic Kangaroo was a name owing to his old fashioned looks and all time jacket attire, the front pocket of which loaded with all the things needed to survive.

With the cold touch of saliva on his face, his senses came back to present and he realized that the beast is ready to attack. He blinked and the instant his vision made sense, he leaped out off the cliff. Thankful, he was, to his more than human reflexes. But he cannot be lucky all the times and for that matter only, he has to concentrate. TAK knew if he runs, he is dead. If he panicks, he is dead. If he looks away, he is dead. He decided to hold his ground. He bent over his pelvic, lowered one of his knees, straightened his head and stared back furiously at the beast. This was when he realized how magnificent the Serpent wolf or whatever this creature, was.

Fierce cold black eyes, which shine like Silver in night, ghostly demeanour and the ready to kill stance along with the razor sharp steel claws, not to forget the canines gave it the attire of every bit of beast. TAK had seen and studied a variety of dog families, which are present or were present at any point of time. This beast seemed no different in the dark, yet there was something, which fascinated him to the core.
Whatever the case, either a new species or not, right now his first priority was to save himself from this one and its pack. 

“Wait, where is the pack? The beast has not growled and signalled for the pack yet. It would be better if I can escape before the pack arrives or even before there is a signal. The only weapon I possess right now is an Army knife (one of the two things needed to survive) and that is strictly for my survival”, he said to himself.

He moved almost as fast as he thought in his brain, reached his survival pocket in the jacket, took out his cell phone and pressed 123#, the code to activate a particular frequency of infrasound, which only some animals including Dogs can hear. Different frequencies can make them exhibit different behaviour. TAK got an infrared device fitted in there, just for such cases. The Beast moved a step back, opened its leathery wings and disappeared into the woods. He knew it would come back and probably it can track him.

Back in the tent, which was on an anchored boat, still floating in the water, distant enough to avoid getting attacked by these so called Serpent Wolves, TAK was brainstorming. He was not sure after encountering the beast once, whether the arrangements he made to avoid these creatures are sufficient or not. The fact remains that these dense humid forests are present on the small island of Kiokaku, which appeared suddenly on the map of the earth in mid eighties, in Pacific Ocean. It was not that, they were there and nobody discovered them in all those years of expedition by Spanish and British sailors, especially when these islands lie on the stretch between Australia and Japan. Probably these islands miraculously appeared as a result of underwater volcanic explosion. The only bunch of Japanese sailors which arrived there after getting stuck in sea storm, were the first and the only people to report about the myth. They were thought to be missing for five months, after which they arrived back, all alive except one and with them came the mysterious stories of SERPENT WOLVES. 

Geological evidence suggests the age of island, no more than 25 years. In 25 years after its birth, the island has groomed itself with mangrove vegetation and a variety of bird species. Still it is not enough to maintain a population of beast like a wolf or serpent wolf or whatever I saw, on this island.
The nearest inhabited land is the southernmost islands of Japan, which are 500 nautical miles away which is a long distance to cover for anything and no such creature exist in Japan.

Scene 2

The captain of the fisherman troop was a man of reason. He has never believed in myths of the sea, which most sailors do, such as beautiful and poisonous mermaids, who will lure the sailors into illusion and then feed on them or ghostly islands or suddenly appearing rocks to be crushed with. He has always believed that all these visions are a manifestation of spending a long time away from land and has nothing to do with sensible reason. A man too long away from family and company creates his own world to entertain in and does not even realise when he starts believing in it. For the same reason he refused to believe in, what his own eyes experienced.

The serpent wolf

The first and only humans to land and survive were the sailors with this captain. Some of them saw serpents while others saw wolves. The beast was fiery red eyed, said one of them. It was swift and wicked exclaimed another. 

It was black like midnight darkness and had a split tongue and razor sharp teeth.

Stop putting your imagination there, shouted the first one, ‘Seems like you saw a serpent’. We are talking about a four legged beast here, ‘Black fur, red eyes and extremely ferocious, a wolf’.

Soon all sailors were divided into two bunches except a few and all they were arguing was about it being a serpent or a wolf.

Few others saw beasts of different sort. It was a huge monster, one of the few exclaimed. It had wings. The others from this rare group had their own opinions about it. Nevertheless nobody from the two large groups paid heed to this useless crowd. But all of them agreed that there is a beast on this island and it is ruthless. They were all surprised that none of them was dead though. Every single one of them felt broken to the core of their soul. On the shore they made a huge pyre which the coast guards followed and rescued these broken souls. On their return voyage the myth of serpent wolf was born and the island of KioKaKu became the forgotten and abandoned island even before it was properly discovered.

Three days back, when The AK arrived, he had enough food and other appropriate things with him. For three days TAK tried and roamed around most of the island but could not spot any beast. There were no pug marks or faeces or anything, which would point towards the existence of a beast as described by sailors. On the third day, he found some burnt bones. He took some in a sample bag and kept in his belt. Tired, he returned to his boat only to find it upside down.  AK rushed towards the boat, turned it back with all his remaining energy and then started looking for the food bags. Everything was gone. Tired enough to hunt, he tried to sleep. 

The AK has to either hunt or search for food on this lonely island in order to survive. He forgot about his search and instead started looking for something to eat. He made traps, but was unable to catch the prey. Hungry, tired and frustrated he shouted in the dark. He recalled the times when he was too busy with his obsession.

‘Do you want something to eat now’, his wife asked?

‘How many times I have to tell you, not to come to me’, he shouted back.

But you must be hungry.

Just leave the damn food here and leave.

The AK recollected the day his daughter left him. He did not bother to ask her to stay. If TAK has ever loved anybody beyond understanding, it was her. She turned to him with watery eyes. He looked away, plugged ear phones, and turned the sound to maximum. I don’t have time for your emotional crap. Whenever you are back in your right state of mind, you will come back. His daughter uttered something; TAK saw her lips move but could not hear her.

‘I am getting late’, he shouted, shoved her off to the door and thumped the door on her face.

TAK recollected the last bit once more.

I love you, Daddy. I will always love you. His daughter uttered.

Irked with himself, he shouted and slipped off the small cliff and this was when he saw the beast.

Scene 3

Ensconced in his boat, his thoughts kept wavering. It was not really the beast which bothered him. The thoughts of his wife and daughter bothered him. It has never happened before. Hungry, tired, frustrated and unable to concentrate further on the evident danger, he shouted once again. To his dismay, the beast appeared on the boat, the next moment. He looked around, the tent was not torn anywhere. It became dark and all he could see was the anger in the beast’s red eyes. The beast roared. He was scared. It is time.

“I love you, Daddy. I will always love you.”

The beast disappeared and the lights appeared.
Next morning he collected some roots to eat and caught some fishes and started his journey back home.

Scene 4

The beast is a part of us. It unleashes in different forms. The beast is just an outer reflection of what hides beneath our skin. In everyday life we carry smiles on our faces in the public sphere, while in our evolved brains which some refer to as mind, we analyse, judge and plot, sometimes unconsciously, but with a specific purpose in mind.
The beast had no pack. This is why it was alone and that’s why it did not call for its pack. The anger, jealousy and pride can be a manifestation of circumstances but once the beast reveals itself there is nobody to be blamed. It’s the beast itself and it has to face the brutality of being the beast by being lonely, more lonely than ever before. 

The beast has no patience, has a sharp tongue and is extremely unstable. It comes out there just to destroy.

Yet, as all other beasts this one can also be tamed. The dragon can be kept under the bridge with the virtue of silence and patience. The Archaic Kangaroo simply glazed at the moon. He is not without sins and he saw his own inner beast as Dragon owing to his conversations with all those sailors and his imagination which probably was influenced by all the fantasy works he likes to read. He reminisced the times his daughter used to stare the moon and ask, 'Daddy, when will I become like the moon.' He looked up again and the serene look of the moon appeased him down.

The beast is a part of our inner self. The one sailor that was weak enough to survive his own beast was consumed by his own friends when hunger unleashed the beast within them. The bones which TAK found matched the deceased. He realized that the only humans having spent time on this island were the same band of sailors and no animal but humans cook their food on fire. The burden of consuming one of their own destroyed their souls and the beast of the island laughed in its victory.

TAK.





Sunday, August 11, 2013

Bindiya

'I don't think those things happen now a days'. He argued back.

My lips took a curve and I am sure satire spilled from all over my face. A thought crossed my mind.

'I brought her here to bring the matter to you people so that we can get some advice about this', said the tall, dark and handsome old man. The innocent looking girl standing next to him appeared to be the subject of the conversation.

'Lataa ji! It can not be better as you are here too. We were not expecting you. Yet, I considered giving you a call once I was back home. We came to meet Anjali ji', continued the old man.

The woman being addressed, Lata ji, looked at the another woman, named Anjali, in the group of four people. Lata didi, a dog's tail never becomes straight. He still abuses her. He still beats her, replied Anjali, sensing the question in Lata ji's eyes.

Lata ji looked towards the girl. The girl simply folded her sleeves and there were marks all over, as if a mad dog was beaten by a mob. Two salty water drops rolled out of her eyes, and kept rolling till they were exhausted to roll further down her neck. She did not cared to wipe them. Lata ji and Anjali took her to a nearby room and she uncovered the marks concealed by her clothes. The marks on her soul made their way to light through the tears on her expressionless stone face.

What have not I done to nourish this relationship. His mother went to jail. I stood with him. He started drinking even more, I held on. He started beating me even more ruthlessly, I looked at my two kids. He lost his job, I started going to Beauty Parlor to earn for my kids. He will take all I earn, yet I will survive on the money, I will hide from him. All this because of the fact that I did not want to leave him, initially because I loved him and later for the sake of my kids. I do not want my kids growing up in the absence of their father.

'Why you went back to him, when Mausaji took you back?' asked Anjali.
'Anjali didi, I agree Papa took me back. He even enrolled me into dance classes so that I can learn and teach later on, to be independent, though my husband will keep coming back and shout in front of Papa's house. This became a routine. To add to all this, Papa wanted to remarry. As you know, after Mom passed away, there is nobody to take care of him, as we are three sisters and we do not have a brother. Papa always wanted a son and he regrets it even more after mom passed away. So one day he asked me to go back to my husband. Previous evening, my husband visited him and assured him that he will never assault me again. My father knelt to his request.'

'Once I was home, the hell turned into something which the hell itself will be scared of. Now I can not live with that monster. My kids live in fear. I was with him, so that my kids live in the shadow of their father, not a monster. He will be making jokes, one moment and since I will be cooking, I would not be able to pay attention and for that matter, won't be able to laugh. This is enough to wake the monster in him. He will laugh at his own joke and the very next moment he will simply start beating me in front of my kids. He will use anything that is within his reach to break the hell apart on me.' she said all of it without a pause.

Lata ji gave her some money to buy a cheap mobile phone and asked her to report in Women's cell and to be strong this time. 'Bindiya, you are a grown woman with two kids. This is your future and your kids' future. I can support you but I can't lend you, your part of strength. That has to come from within. You have tried enough to save this savage relationship.

Two weeks later Lata ji found herself in the company of  Bindiya's maternal grandmother and uncle. They complained about her condition. Bindiya has not taken her decision yet.

Saurabh Tak.


Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Pani ki Bottle

ख्वाबों मे  खोया हुआ ,
कहीं उलझा हुआ था मैं,
लाल बत्ती पर रिक्शा रुका,
पर मेरी सोच हिली नहीं

मेरे दृष्टी कोण में एक बच्ची 
ने तब प्रवेश किया
कुछ बोली, मैंने कुछ सुना भी
ऐसा नहीं की देखा नहीं, देखा भी

उसने खाली हाथ से मुझे झंझोड़ा भी
मैंने सुना भी, देखा भी
पर कुछ समझा नहीं
चूँकि खोया था मैं अब भी

लाल बत्ती अब हरी थी
उसने एक नज़र और देखा
और फिर तेज कारो से बचने को
रोड पार कर उधर चली गयी

कुछ धीरे से मैं जागा
मस्तिस्क पटल ने पिछला एक पल दोहराया
एक बच्ची छोटी सी, मासूम सी
एक हाथ मे गुलाब लिये

झंझोड़ कर मुझे बोली
पानी, पानी दे दो बाउजी
प्यास लगी है,
पानी दे दो

एक पल में मैं कुछ सोच न पाया
बस थेले से बोतल निकाली
लड़की ने जाने क्या सोचा
और फिर एक बार देखा मेरी और

भागी उस यातायात में
तेज गाड़ियों  के बीच से
बोतल ली और चल दी
फिर न देखा, न फिर दिखी, बस जैसे गायब हो गयी 




Tuesday, July 23, 2013

The Question still lingers..

Clutched her hand, in mine
Brushed her index, with my thumb
and finally the stupidity became words
I asked

Have been in this world for long,
I want a world of my own
Would you be that?
Would you be that?

The answer,
quite sure,
I knew before
yet

The question still lingers,
in the aura of the silence
in the beauty of the moment
in the warmth of her touch

Sheepishly she snapped,
what if, I accept
Our story 'll be,
just another one of thousands

Aye,
it 'll be one of the thousands
though
it 'll be the only one in my world.

Entangled in herself,
Beaming in her past,
the one glaze she passed
made the answer quite clear, yet

The question still lingers,
in the aura of the silence
in the beauty of the moment
in the warmth of her touch.


 Saurabh.

Kamra number Chauranve

बड़ा सा, कुछ घन सा
जामुन का वृक्ष था, झंझाड़ सा
दिन भी थे, कुछ लम्बे से
अकेले से गर्मियों की छुट्टियों के

बस ऐसे ही रविवार की दोपहरी को,
मैं अपने ख्वाबों को इठलाता, पाव हिलाता,
बैठा हुआ, कमरा नंबर ९४ के बहार
आँगन गरम है, पाव के नीचे की मिटटी नम है

सुगन्ध भी है, कुछ भीनी सी
सामने का आँगन है, बैंगनी जामुन सा
कोयल भी है और अन्य अज्ञात पक्षी भी
उन्हें अपना एहसास कराता, मैं अपनी सिटी की धुन से

लिख रहा मैं अब यह
क्यूंकि वो एहसास था कुछ अपना सा


सौरभ!

Monday, July 8, 2013

The Company

Hidden is my mask,
beneath my own face.
Is the reality deluding?

Tears coz of a bug,
the bee, wish not flee,
else, eyes wont weep.

Blinding my sights,
I could see inside,
else, the vision play jokes.

Pumping blood in my veins,
the cold heart in warm blood.
Heart, if warm, I bleed.

Warmth of a hug,
if not, I feel,
waver of icy air.

Closeness of a smile,
the company, if not, forever,
I refuse to exist.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Bangalore as it is to me

The sky 's dark
I wonder if I 'll see Dementors
Instead, steering through the canopy
drops come pouring by, washing all my sins
Smell of Vada Pav intoxicating my thoughts,
though there is none nearby
Hanging in the air are thousand twinkles
as if stars stolen from night sky.


Never witnessed,
so many shades of brown and grey
The leaves rustling
sound like bollywood tastes
Li'l helicopters flying up and down
guard my landing
from the enemy warblers around
as if 'm president of United States.


Passing through the alleys
I testify dwindle of flowers, white, red and purple
With warmth of filtered sun on my face
I feel my time in heaven prepond to this date
Seen life arising from yellow, blue and black
Petals transforming into wings
The butterflies abound
buzz my way around.


Saurabh.


Friday, January 25, 2013

Humans and Life as BITCH

Humans are truly unique and fascinating creatures. The basic instincts of "fear and death, love and sex, hunger and eat" has evolved to an unprecedented extent. With these comes the evolution of all our senses, which present us with the reward of highly evolved emotions, or the curse in disguise. This in turn means emotions relating to touch, see, hear, smell and taste. I wonder if the theory of synesthesia (interconnection between senses) can be extended to relation between senses and emotions following a particular sensory experience. The following are my observations. I might be wrong, but then, 'To err is to Human'.

I will start with illustrating some examples. Each example will point out a specific quality of humans and Life. The first one is rather a simple one. When a foreigner comes across a street serving his country food, the smell not only triggers the view of his own country but also a lot of old stories/incidents related to that place pour in.
So when somebody tells me about letting go of past, I just smile. I have realized its always going to be with me in the form of my senses and memories flooding in, because of them. Memories have an important role in Life's role as Bitch. But if we stop trying to let go, may be, we can be at peace.

Another example which might not have a direct connection is about an ill person, lets say suffering from as simple and common as viral fever, soar throat, sneezing etc (leave aside the problems like Sinusitis and Migraine) and he is among people whom somehow or the other way, he has helped and stood with them or has a strong emotional bonding. What does one expect?

An average human needs pampering. The stroking of hairs by a friend or just sitting near gives a feeling of warmth and good being. Definitely medicines have their roles in curing, but emotions do have a role. A kid misses her mother/father the most, when he/she is sick. And pampering provides a kind of mental relief which medicines can't. Of course its the other way round as well. This example can be extended to depression and frustration. There is a Bollywood movie, "Munna Bhai MBBS" featuring Sanjay Dutt, son of late actor cum politician Sunil Dutt, released in early half of the last decade. The protagonist is a faker pretending to be a doctor, treating his patients with hugs and by providing the feeling of belonging somewhere by being their friend and standing with them. Of course he was not able to treat patients with cancer, but was indeed able to help them by providing them the peaceful moment of death, every human deserves.

A song has the capability to retrieve memories associated with the time of its experience. Some songs evoke the memories of friends, because they sung it together countless times, while some other songs evoke memories from a particular period of past, as the person encountered it during that time. This result in day dreams and we humans experience a movie without an actual screen. We, bloody humans! We are so used to flashbacks, that we even plot flashbacks in our movies. Such flashbacks are quite common in our daily life. I personally consider the moment of Death as the most vibrant moment of the cycle of Life and Death. I believe it the moment where we see all our life in a single flashback. Imagine the beauty of the moment. 

But rose comes with thorns and Life comes with situations created by another life (other humans). I have experienced people who get lost in between a conversation and these are people who have seen a lot in their lives. Ask me, how their Moment of Death would be? I don't know! But I can imagine it as simply beautiful, as these are the people who understand the true worth of life, people and peace. As humans we experience love unlike any other living organism. We have its significance not only for reproduction, but we have gone far enough to enjoy it as recreation. I think the term 'love' only applies to humans, as all other organisms, love would mean reproduction/sex and vice versa (with some exceptions). Dolphins are the only other animals known to perform sex as recreation. But this is not all. Our emotions make us even more evolved and vulnerable, with respect to love. We depend on our spouse/partner, not only for reproduction or recreational sex or for parental care of our kids but emotionally as well. Sex itself has evolved as a powerful mode and flux of emotions, leading to influx of other emotions and this is why in some societies sex is encouraged as a way of meditation. Besides, Humans have variety of love forms. We love our friends, family members, parents and other structures of human society unlike any animal pack. With love comes hatred and disgust. Believe it or not, but hatred and disgust have no existence, they are just byproducts of love and trust. This part is the part, for which a lot of people term life as bitch and Life is indeed a Bitch.

One of my nice friend's mom got cancer when she was too young to understand and handle it. She eventually lost her physically. But I believe she found her back in her poetry. Her poems are painfully beautiful (for lack of better and unique word). The pain of seeing a dear one die slowly over the years is the one of the worst possible punishments inflicted upon humans by the mother nature. But when I see her, talk to her, I realize, the same part of life has made her strong enough to stand against any other situation in Life. I am a huge fan of the way she perceives life. Another of my friend experienced domestic violence on his mother, (his grandparents tried killing both his parents in front of him) when he was six. Since then he experiences the same in his nightmares. The same guy experienced his mom getting a mild heart attack and father on bed for three complete years after an accident and lot more. Life is a bitch! But who would have guessed that these nightmares are his strength now. He never let them go, because they fuel his anger against the social environment in his surroundings. The same nightmares give him the courage to stand out alone against popular beliefs. The other person I know as a extremely strong personality is another of my friends. Her family experienced financial instabilities and rose to a decent position after lots of sacrifices. Life again played its favorite role of being a bitch. Though I know her today as the purest soul around and a true free bird. The way she sees the world around her can make an average human believe of the divine truth and the ultimate divine power.

Life is a bitch, but the key is to enjoy it like a dog.
Woof Woof!