Friday, January 30, 2009

Proud to be Indian

A famous African saying comes to me on the mobile -

“If you want to walk quick, walk alone. But if you want to walk far, walk together !”


Let us pledge to walk together to walk far. Far from misery and want. Far from hate and treachery. Far from intolerance and division. Let us be together in resolve. Let us be together in commitment. Let us be together in belief. Let us build and not destroy. Accommodate and not repel. Hold hands and not dispel.
Never more have we felt the need for all of this than today. When all around and within us crumbles, let us steel ourselves to face adversity. Let us repair with dignity and perseverance and show to the rest of the world that we are indeed different. That we are strong. That we shall not bend or turn back or stop. And that we shall walk in our multitudes with pride and passion.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Sack Lunches...

Inspired by this story...
I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. ‘I’m glad I have a good book to read and perhaps I will get a short nap,’ I thought. Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation. ‘Where are you headed?’ I asked the soldier seated nearest to me. ‘Petawawa. We’ll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we’re being deployed to Afghanistan. After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time…. As I reached for my wallet, I overheard soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. ’No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn’t be worth five bucks. I’ll wait till we get to base ’ His friend agreed. I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. ’Take a lunch to all those soldiers.’ She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. ‘My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it’s almost like you are doing it for him.’
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, ‘Which do you like best - beef or chicken?’ ‘Chicken,’ I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. ‘This is yours with thanks.’ After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. ‘I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.’ He handed me twenty-five dollars. Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Aircraft Pilot coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, an said, ‘I want to shake your hand.’
Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain’s hand. With a booming voice he said, ‘I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.’ I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers. Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm. When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. ‘It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.’ Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little…
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to his country for an amount of ’up to and including my life.’ That is Honor, and there are way too many people who no longer understand it.
May God give you the strength and courage to pass this along to everyone on your email buddy list….

My love and care and more
Ramya S.......

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

For him

Apologies again !! Have been very busy with the work and keeping late hours so was unable to catch up with all.

I dedicate this blog to the precious person in my life...

January 15th, his Father's death anniversary. A longing and a pain. I am not around with him that day. But a small prayer for our father. I sat in my room, touched his face which striked in my heart to seek his blessings. Stood a while.. Reminisced that last quiver as he left all of us and walked away into the day.

Someone celebrates a birthday today, some an anniversary, others a wedding. Later in the evening we attend one. The unstoppable wheel of time moves on, as does our life… We remember you... and you remain with us every moment....

More love

Ramya

Monday, January 12, 2009

Silence

Apologies! Apologies! I missed out few days. I loved the silence I maintained..

There is a tide in the affairs of silence. Listen to silence? Yes ! it has a sound. A sound because other sounds can be heard above it. I hear the heart pound, my breath breathe, my fingers rustle and the mind that thinks inwardly but can be heard in large volume.... Delighted to be in such environs. Suddenly the tab of the keys sound ecstatic - they form words coming from the mind that is in state of exhilaration.

The day has been spent in doing just that. Listening to the silence and allowing it to penetrate me. To fill me in its near orgasmic quality. To reveal to me its variations and different positions. To embrace me in its warmth and to bring me to a cataclysmic exhausting end, of a weak and listless being.

Silence does this to people.

I stare before me on the table at books marked with some reference.

But then why not ?? Could be there to break the silence. Politics often does that to society.

My love, never in solitude or silence, but in abundant volume

RAMYA

Friday, January 2, 2009

New beginning

A new year, a new beginning and much more.. Its like the smell of the fresh wrapping around the text books. Gradually of course as the year passed by the reverence to the aesthetics of the book diminished. So too with life.

A cold creeps in. I still remember all the moments and its a fascinating year.

Take me away somewhere.. Somewhere where the peace is tranquil and calm.

Ending with a inspired note.. "The strategy of life is so very strange, just when we have all the answers , life changes the question!".

May the Lord be with you....
Ramya