THE CURE

I still remember the day I buried my dog Bosco a golden furred Labrador. We were together since I was 4. Mom and dad had brought him as a birthday present. We grew up together...

We played together. I taught him many games and tricks, but his most loved game was ‘bring bring’ in which he we would bring the ball back thrown afar. Everything was going great. We were happy in our lives, enjoying ourselves, until suddenly he started acting weird. He started howling and growling for no reason. He just kept sitting in a corner all day long staring, being clueless. Didn't eat much or made eye contact with anyone. We all got worried and took him to the doctor where he was diagnosed with an incurable tumor in the brain. Devoid of any hope he was put to sleep.

I was shattered, my world went upside down. He was not just a dog...he was a family member...he was my younger brother. After he passed away, I started hallucinating him everywhere, developed psychiatric symptoms because of which I was taken to doctor. But even medicines didn't work. I found relief in sleeping all day because I didn’t want to open my eyes just to find out that he isn't there. I didn't want to face the reality.

But one day he came...and talked to me in human voice, he said; “Brother what have you done to yourself...you are not the one whom I have known from the day one, he was strong...he was caring....he was empathetic. I know you are disturbed with my death. But brother life must go on.... you have so many responsibilities on your shoulders...so much to accomplish in life. I will not allow you to morn my death anymore. Stay strong and take good care of mom and dad. I am always with you right there in your heart. Now leave all the worries aside and get up ...GET UP!”

I woke up with a jerk, soaked in sweat.

It was a dream... he came to cure me...to reinforce the sense of responsibility...to let me know that it's time to get okay, because he's okay. After that day I became alright. But the void he left in my life is still there. I miss him a lot...a lot!

THE MYTH GODDESS

I was sitting in my room surrounded by crenellation of paper clutter scribbling down some ideas illegibly onto my notebook when suddenly the doorbell disrupted my thought process. I dashed towards the door praying that it should not be the same cunning cable waale bhaiya , who comes every second day with his huffy  ‘aaj ka best offer ‘ and tries to coax me into buying his cable connection , despite being told a thousand times that there is no need for  a cable connection  as I don’t watch TV and like being accompanied by my pen and paper most of the time while watching some infotainment content online itself.

If boomerang could be person, it would be him only, because ; Chaahe jitna zor laga lo…yeh wapas zarroor ayega ( Do whatsoever…..but this man will return)

Dandling with deliberation I opened the door, and to my pleasant surprise, thankfully it was not him.

He was the postman, who usually doesn’t have much to offer me, apart from subscription letters from various scholarly magazines and journals  about which I keep inquiring through mails.

He scanned my shabby appearance from top to bottom and gave an understanding and sympathizing look. He handed over an envelope. I took the envelope and put it in my pocket without a glance. I thanked him and went inside back to my crenellation of papers and opened laptop .

Due to constantly working upon my ideas for weeks now, I hardly got any time check mail box . The inbox was filled with junk mails from various social media platforms and websites which just keep on bombarding your dashboard with latest offers and end of reason sales . I was scrolling, being clueless... unsure of what I am looking for. But just then something caught my eyes. It was a mail from the representatives of Booker awards. I was flabbergasted.... you don't witness such mails every day. I opened the mail while earnestly praying to my favorite deity...

In the mail it was written:

Dear Mr. Chaitanya

We are pleased to inform you that your book 'THE MYTH GODDESS' has been longlisted for the booker award.

Regards

Booker Awards Association

Further in the post script it was written; a hard copy of this mail will be sent to you at the given address within a week.

The post script of the mail really gave me goosebumps because today was the 7th day since the mail  has been sent and I should be receiving the hard copy today itself.

Just then,  something struck my mind and I went for my pocket with shaking hands. I somehow managed to pull the envelope out. And after actually looking at it  for the first time...I was about to faint not because of a psychogenic shock but because of the shock of disbelief and excitement. It was that hard copy from booker Awards Association. I got escalated with joy. It was hard to believe my luck. I phoned my agent to confirm the news, he said: Yes!

I thought of replying the mail to express my gratitude.... but just when I sat down to write...

Somebody tapped on my shoulder.

I turned around to see who it was…

My mother was standing there... she said to me. ...” beta it's good to right down your affirmations but it's more important to act upon them...plus whenever you sit to write down, you don't keep track of time, come and have dinner it's already getting late”

All of sudden I realized that I got so immersed in my affirmations that I actually started visualizing them....and The Myth goddess was still in its first draft.

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Story Time...

Author Richard P. Denney says:
 "Authors do not choose a story to write, the story chooses us".

My latest collection of original  short stories is one such example. The source of this stories are prompts, whims and self-realizations.  Unbox a certain aspect of everyday  life with each story.

Starting with first story  ‘The Myth Goddess’ , coming up this Sunday  i.e 22.03.2020,  get ready for some story time every weekend to  upbeat yourself for the challenge  called  LIFE.

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MAIN SAMAY HOON....

Time is relative...and so are we….

If we value time, we value ourselves. 

If we waste time, we are wasting ourselves. 

We can't waste time of others as this privilege is limited only to us.

 
For example: It is wrong to say that a particular person or a movie has wasted your time. Whether by will or out of compulsion ,  It was YOU who  chose  to be with that person or watch that particular movie while giving your time, there was no by default mechanism involved.

Don't see your time as a separate entity from yourself, because it's not.

Also there is no such thing as: APNA TIME AAYEGA (OUR TIME WILL COME).

Always Remember; You bring your own time, your time doesn't bring you!

After all, at the end of the day, all of the above sums up into just one sentence:

MAIN SAMAY HOON 

(I AM MY OWN TIME)

YOU Are The Kaal Chakra (Wheel of Time) of your Life

An act of Positivity in the movie called Life....

Highs and lows in life are a part and parcel of it which are quite inevitable like dawn and darkness...

Right now I am also going through a rather low phase in my life both mentally and physically. And I always felt that going through a low phase in life is an opportunity for you to be more positive.

 I know one cannot be positive all the time but one can always pretend to be positive...right? Because at the end of the day, even this pretention will have some positive fruit bearing in your life, as somewhere out there you are actually trying to deceive your mind into getting some positive things done...even if you are just enacting. But as you know,even an act done with conviction could fetch you an oscar. So acting positively with conviction can also get you an oscar of positivity! As they say in law of attraction...the more you think about something....the greater are the chances of its manifestion . So the lower the lifestate ...greater the chances of enacting positivity.

Like negativity...positivity is also contagious..
And once spread....it is bound to come back in manifolds :)

IT'S HERO TIME!!!!

Is that a bird? Is that a plane? It's Super....

Naah! Its not a Superman this time!!!

Neither its a BATMAN!!!

No even IRON-MAN is not making a comeback...

And I am definitely not talking about BEN 10 ( Please DO NOT go by the title)  :)

This time he is someone who is full- on Indian!

An all new super warrior is making his way to the world of superheroes. He will be the first of his kind in India !

A Hero with a Difference!

Created by none other than.......ahh well no prizes for guessing..... :D

Presenting to you the teaser of my First Book : Shivaye-  The Wonder Boy..... a short story....a Superhero Saga with a twist!

Coming Soon for Pre-Orders!!! 

Stepping into the realm of Responsibility...

An old wise man once said..."With Great  Power Comes Great Responsibility".

Here power does not refer to any kind of supernatural power or superhuman strength; rather it’s the power to do greater good, power to work for the well-being of mankind, power to bring some action-oriented changes, that are in accordance with the welfare of the society.


But at the same time, the meaning for the word 'responsibility' remains the same: To serve Humanity.


This realization of ‘greater responsibility’ happened to me on the breezy cold night of 14.02.2019 (Chances of getting such ‘realizations’ are always higher, as compared to the possibility of getting yourself a valentine) when I took my first step of ‘independence’ (Well…sort of).


The first occasion was Empowering for Inclusive Summit 2019 at Delhi, a national level summit on new technologies in disabilities which was organized by National Association for Deaf in collaboration with Microsoft, where I represented CORD or Chinmaya Organization for Rural Development, an organization that helps with rural development throughout India and South Asia. It is also known for its extensive contribution in the disability sector.

It was an honor for me to represent CORD because I have been associated with it since I was a kid.

There were quite a few ‘Firsts’ this time….

•   It was the first time that I represented someone besides myself :-D

•  It was  the first time that I went out of station all by myself without my parents.

•  It was the first time  that I shared my hotel room with someone unknown  (Now this Mr. Unknown  is a very good friend of mine).

•  It was the first time that I set off  to evaluate the length and breadth of Delhi roads and traffic with my new found friends.

•   It was the first time that I celebrated my birthday without my parents.

• My first meeting with Ms. Nidhi Goyal, India's first visually impaired female comedian. 

By the end of summit, my long- awaited dream of working for disability advocacy and be a change-maker also became a reality.

The  second occasion was a Two Days Partner Meet on the issues of people with disabilities, RPWD Act 2016 and National Trust Act 1999 at CORD Training Centre Sidhbari, Himachal Pradesh.

It was yet another learning experience for me, but with a difference, or to say a 3D difference.


Shocked right???


Well, it simply means that I gained experience in 3 different dimension viz :

•   Personal

•   Professional

•   Spiritual

Personally and professionally, there was a lot to learn about the issues of people with disabilities, the government initiatives taken towards well-being of this community and how the society is becoming not only sensitive but also inclusive for the specially-abled.

Talking about spirituality, staying at CORD premises itself  feels like living a dream full of spiritual awakenings and contemplation of the conscious. It reinforces your faith in the ‘One’ while assisting in the attainment of ‘inner peace’.

The movie has just started gaining its momentum…..there’s lot more to come…..


So don’t go anywhere :)

Here are some memories from my 'Realization of a Greater Responsibility' :)

A  brother beyond blood....

With the bigwigs of disability sector 

At the Summit

The Terrific Trio! 

My gang of change-makers

During an interaction with the audience 

At CORD Centre, Sidhbari 

My Fanboy Moment with  Ms. Nidhi Goyal