An act!!!

I stepped out of my apartment gate and the sun blazed into my eyes making me literally blind for a few seconds. Ahhh… Chennai and its weather! I shrugged. I managed to keep my eyes open and started walking towards the near by super market which i have noticed on my way home yesterday evening.

As i entered the super market i could find the cold air caressing my body and i felt heavenly that very instance. It was a big and spacious supermarket with seperate depatrments for all the items that has been neatly displayed. I went straight into the groceries department and started filling my trolly with the grocery items. After a solid half-an-hour i was finished up with the groceries and wheeled the trolly for billing where a huge queue was waiting and i joined them.

While i was waiting, i heared someone calling my name and i turned over to my back to check who it was. There i found Johnson standing with his hands crossed accross his chest and a smile that lingered over his lips. I was shell-shocked. I haven’t thought i would meet him again after 5 long years.

“Hey Anu! How have you been all these years? Hope you remember me?”

“Johnson! Hey… I do remember you well and it isnt that easy to forget a person like you actually. And i am damn good. You could see it by yourself”

“Yeah i can”

“And by the way what are you doing up here in a supermarket? You live nearby?”

“Hmmm i live in Shenoy nagar as my kid’s school is over there and i own this supermarket. Just came for a short visit to check on things. Have you finished with your purchase?”

“Yeah, waiting for billing. And that’s great to know its your supermarket. I recently shifted to my new apartment in the next street and so i didnt get know about it. By the way, am sorry about your wife, i heard it from our friends. How’s your kid? What’s his name?”

“That’s okay Anu. We have been much better in the recent days. His name is Danny and he’s is fine too. I have to pick him from school in few minutes. I need to rush. Sorry i couldn’t speak much and its nice meeting you after all these years. Keep in touch. Here, have my card.”

“The pleasure is mine Johnson. Take care both of you. I’ll call you soon. Drop by my apartment when you are free and dont forget to bring Danny. “

“Sure, i will Anu. Bye-bye”

“See you soon”

I watched Johnson rushing towards the parking and pulling out his Volkswogan and racing it towards the road. There i stand in dead-silence after that brief conversation with Johnson. I didnt know what was i feeling right that moment. Am i sad for his current situation or happy for meeting him after some long years or surprised to see him being so kind or shocked to find himself changed into a new person whom i havent seen back then when i was doing my graduation with him. I didnt actually know.

My mind raced back to my memory lane fetching few memories of Johnson during my college days. Johnson was like the hero of our college back then. He was 6 feet tall with an athletic body and had an attractive profile for which the girls went crazy over him. He had sharp eyes which would pass through you which will be filled with self-confidence and it makes people have a high regard for him. Usually when he enters the college, right from the watchman to the Principal would treat him with respect though he never cared about it much. He was always found with a cigar in his lips outside the campus and i used to think that smoking makes men look mannish especially when it comes to a person like Johnson.

He rarely visits the classrooms and he was always found with a group of followers who follow where ever he moves around the college. He used to organize all the events in the college with such an ease. He is well known among various colleges for his extra-curricular activities, as he is a writer, orator and a dancer, by winning various trophy’s for the college on his behalf. Though he never attends any theory classes he still managed to get through the exams.

After my completion of graduation, i got the invitation for his marriage which I was not able to attend due to my change of work place. It was an arranged marriage by his family with some girl from some village. I was puzzled how he was able to stay away from the cluster of girls who were fascinated and completely in mesmerized in love for him and marry a girl from a village of his parents choice. I thought that was the kind of respect he had for his family and that made him stand away from usual guys who take up the available chances of messing up with girls during college days. After 2 years a mutual friend of ours delivered a news that his wife was expired in a car accident leaving back the new born boy child. I felt sad for his situation.

Its been 2 years i have heard about him. And here i stand after seeing him all changed. He has become so lean and he is growing beard which makes him look older than his age. He seems so calm and his voice is soft and his eyes filled with an unsaid pain. I thought he would have opted for a second marriage having a little kid, which most of the men in our society does. But i am surprised to see him taking care of his son all by himself and he doesnt complain over that and instead he seem to be happy doing this. I was totally lost in my thoughts about Johnson when i heared the guy in the counter calling for billing my things.

I billed and paid the amount and started back home. I realized that i was left with a heavy heart that evening. I had a thought that men look into their own happiness and get themselves married to another women once their first wife expired leaving back a small kid. And mostly the kids fall to be the reason for men getting married. Johnson proved to be different right from the day i met him in my college till this second leaving me speechless with his acts.

I believe Danny would have a happy life with his father Johnson. *Sigh*

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A serene masterpiece

I was walking to the railway station after a tiring day at my office and I found every petite thing making me feel annoying. I found the station flooded with people and at that very instant I was haunted with the thought of how my approximately half an hour travel to home is going to be. I peevishly moved along the counter and got my tickets hardly after 15 odd minutes.

As I moved towards the platform I heard the sweet automated voice of a lady announcing the departure of the train that in another 5 minutes. I hurried through the mob and finally got into the train. I felt a huge sigh of relief. I pooled over the compartment of people and found some space to fit myself comfortably which was near the other end of the exit. I wearily leaned over the rear of the passenger seat. I could feel gust of wind brushing my hair viciously along with the speed of the train.

I slowly rolled over my eyes catching the glimpses of the crowd inside that compartment. At that very instance my eyes were found  glued up with a girl. She might be in her early 20’s. She had a good profile. She was wearing a blue jean with a vibrant kurta which increased her dusky skin tone and revealed her tranquilly attractive. She was sitting opposite to me so that she is quiet noticeable to me apart from the entirely distracting crowd. I suddenly had an urge to watch her more intensely as I found myself being hooked towards her for some mysterious reason.

I had to move aside a little to get her clear view. I, usually, am quiet interested in noticing every innate details of a person and even now am focusing over her to find more of her. She had an earphone on her perfectly shaped ears and was hearing some sad song I thought as her face looked quiet unhappy. She had no much make-up to make her good-looking face look synthetic. Her lip gloss which perfectly merged with her complexion gave a perfectly natural look. She had kajal and eyeliner around her eyes which made her small eyes look appealing. She had a pale brown eyeball in the middle of her purely white eyes which made her eyes look stunningly beautiful when she rotates her eyes every now and then.  God! She is quiet a girl I whispered.

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Suddenly she was found restless. I couldn’t still resist looking at her eyes and I could see her eyes getting moist and she literally had tears in her eyes which she was trying hard to stop but finally lost in her battle and a drop of tear rolled over from her dazzling eyes and fell over her cheeks followed by another drop of tear which she abruptly stopped with her beautiful long fingers. She must be in some pain I thought. What-so-ever be it, in my whole 26 years of life I haven’t seen a girl crying so gracefully and I fell so in love with her tears. I haven’t ever thought even in my dreams that a girl’s crying could be so beautiful and I would actually get melted in along with her tears. I have seen many girls cry and I would find them look weird with tears in their eyes which will ruin their face make-up and then you could guess the rest. But this girl was such a painting and I found her totally graceful and an impeccable creation of God.

But I felt bewildered to see a girl crying in a public place not anxious about the people around her over some anonymous song or it might be some other reason too. What is more surprising was I am actually not concerned over her reason for the tears but instead I was just admiring her beauty even in her melancholy. I am in no state to go and ask her the details regarding her pain behind her tears being a complete stranger which would leave her baffled with a pang over me for watching her all this time. Thus I chose to be a silent spectator. I spent the rest of my 10 minutes with her by just watching her humming over some song from her playlist with a cute smile along with a sting of pain lingering in her eyes.

The train halted at my station and I alighted with a nostalgic feeling. When the train slowly started to move I just turned back and got a glimpse of her serene face and found her deeply immersed in her songs which left me with a sweet smile over my lips and a peace in my heart. Women are sure a stunning painting of God with mixed emotions, I thought once again as I walked back home happily.

Another happenstance

Yet another encounter with a filthy minded person. But now I realize that it’s not gonna change or stop with me posting over things like this. Instead it’s me who has to get changed. Am tired of my scaredy-cat attitude. I figured it out that unless I change me no one or not a single thing is going to be changed in my life. When I faced that thing this time I had a friend who immediately advised to react. But me being a coward couldn’t even voice up for myself and was giving some lame excuses though I knew it’s not worth it.

Another friend of mine said “Hey you are a worthless soul and you are not meant to live alone. Try to get married to someone and be a mollycoddled wife just like how you were bought up as a pampered child all these years”

I knew am not a gutsy person. Every time I am encountered with such things I would keep on thinking over it for days and I would even practice how to react and how to teach those rouges a lesson.

But at last everything goes in vein when I am left in such a situation. I get all panicky and start sweating like hell and I can’t even bear the sound of my own heart beat’s which will haunt my brain and make me bland. I even go blurred at times.

What a kind of reaction is this am reciprocating for a filthy act? I haven’t understood it till now. But if not am changing then one fine day I may be deteriorated. And am certain am not gonna let such a thing happen to me.

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So this is one last time of me, the scaredy-cat, taking an oath to turn out gutsy and smack those scalawags without a second thought.

Reckonings and pragmatism’s of Social Work Students

Social worker…. 

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Illiterate people usually think a social work student does only these

We lecture on some sanitary issues or AIDS!!!

We lecture on some sanitary issues or AIDS!!!

We teach them!!!

We teach them!!!

We pick up Garbage!!!

We pick up Garbage!!!

 

Literate people usually think a social work student does these

Fight for equality and other such things!!!

Fight for equality and other such things!!!

We help the alcohol addicted people rehabilitate!!!

We help the alcohol addicted people rehabilitate!!!

We help the handicapped,  elders, children, men, women everyone!!!

We help the handicapped, elders, children, men, women everyone!!!

We do all these!!???!!

We do all these!!???!!

 What I thought I would do as a social worker

I should help elders!

I should help elders!

Counsel people who are under stress and so on!

Counsel people who are under stress and so on!

Join together to make a change!

Join together to make a change!

Act as a volunteer!

Act as a volunteer!

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Lend a helping hand and mutual support to every individual!

Lend a helping hand and mutual support to every individual!

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But in reality what i do actually in my college as a social work student

We put Mehendi's for the forthcoming friend's marriage sitting in the college LIBRARY!

We put Mehendi’s for the forthcoming friend’s marriage sitting in the college LIBRARY!

Go for RURAL CAMPS and celebrate PONGAL festival!

Go for RURAL CAMPS and celebrate PONGAL festival!

We go to some orphanages and entertain the kids and make them showcase their talents!

We go to some orphanages and entertain the kids and make them showcase their talents!

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Put RANGOLI’S for the cultural’s!

We rarely go out for some competitions and try to win at-least the 3rd prize :P

We rarely go out for some competitions and try to win at-least the 3rd prize 😛

We go on rallies shouting over some issues where no one ever care to hear!

We go on rallies shouting over some issues where no one ever care to hear!

We even get the help of the kids to join our rally because they are the only spectators!

We even get the help of the kids to join our rally because they are the only spectators!

We gather those kids and elders in the village and entertain them! People dont actually listen to the lectures we give them over AIDS, ALCOHOL ADDICTION and so on!

We gather those kids and elders in the village and entertain them! People dont actually listen to the lectures we give them over AIDS, ALCOHOL ADDICTION and so on!

People please stop commenting over every single act of mine saying “OMG… Being a social work student how can you do this”…

Being a social work student doesn’t make you a real social worker actually… Its just a platform where you could find the areas to work and its upto the individual and what really matters in Social work is not the mere degree but THE PASSION that’ll drive us ahead…

 

Filthy Minds!!!

Unlike the other days I could find the whole city crowded with people who are in a hurry to complete their last minute purchases for the Diwali festival which falls after two days. I came out of my office and took my usual road to bus stand watching crowded streets and the various expressions each and every single person is carrying with them. I could find a mother trying to soothe her son who is crying for some toy but her efforts were in a vein and the little boy won the toy which gave an angry and exasperated look over the mother’s face. I was being a silent spectator over many such incidents on my way and finally after 10 minutes I reached the bus stop where I usually get bus to home.

After 5 minutes wait the bus which I have to get in came to the stop with a halt. There was a huge crowd to get down from the bus and within a minute I was inside the bus with so much of fuss and the bus was once again filled in completely. I have been working for about 8 months and this is the first time I am looking into these buses getting crowded and I thought the festival season has bought so many people come out of their house and the government transportations are making a lot of money.

The bus is unbelievably crowded where I was not even able to turn my head to face the conductor for getting the tickets. Somehow after quiet a struggle I was able to get my ticket and I felt a sigh of relief. I could sense my nostrils inhaling and exhaling hot air which was filled with a mixture of smell with flowers, sweets, sweat and many such. I gasped for an instance and felt slight giddiness due to those smell. But somehow I managed myself not to fall and held the bars above my head firmly.

In every stop though people got down in bulk I could see more people getting in. I felt the cold sweat flowing right from my forehead to my cheeks and slid through my neck and ended up within my dress making my dress wet with every single drop of it. I hate getting sweated completely but I couldn’t help it now.

I felt a kind of chillness striking my body suddenly and before I could understand what was that I was been touched by someone from behind. A hand slowly slid between my legs and before I could react I could find that hand moving from my knee to my thigh slowly but firmly. I sensed that something is not right. At the very instance I was struggling to get free but it wasn’t that easy as the bus was loaded and I was not sure where and who was trying to do this. I hardly had place to turn and see and I was shocked to find a man in the age of 40s sitting in the seat and trying to do such a disgusting thing to a girl of his daughter’s age.  When I saw him, he saw me but the next moment he avoided me and went on with his work in moving his hands throughout my leg and I felt like a million earthworms were moving over my body and making me nauseating the very instant.

I decided not to create a scene as I was not interested in letting the people in the whole bus know what a man of my father’s age is doing to me and I was not ready to face the sympathetic eyes which are going to fall over me. I tried my best to make some room for myself within the crown to make myself comfortable for what I am going to do next. I slowly but boldly took my leg and stamped that man’s leg and the next moment he started screaming out of pain. I let out a big sigh of relief. He took his hands and started murmuring something while I stamped his other leg as hard as I can and moved my way towards the steps and stood near the steps. This time I could find that man looking at me angrily and I never cared to give another glance at that rotten piece of shit and turned with a satisfaction of taking my revenge.

There were still 2 more stops to go and I could feel sweat flowing like a falls all over my body and my hands were still trembling and I was not able to get out from what has just happened. While I was lost in my very own world I heard a sudden fuss within the crowd inside the bus and some lady has started abusing and finally that disgusting creature was pulled out of the bus by the conductor. I heard that lady shouting and I felt like she is voicing for me. I felt thankful to her.