Monday, 17 February 2014

You'll Never Walk Alone

          Mumbai – A land which is known for its friendly people in terms of help giving, many a times from people who are complete strangers, yes they indeed serve you much better than what probably your girlfriend could have possibly done in all the good/bad times (whichever is applicable in your case). But it is said about this land that people are so busy in their busy schedule that they tend to forget what happened even few minutes before. It may be a fact upto a certain extent as people really don’t get time to remember small things but yes at times they do give you some tender shocks by remembering something which you couldn't remember that easily. One such shock came to me in a recent incident in Mumbai local train when things might have looked gloomy at a moment but angels are still alive on this earth that’s what is said and I do trust it.
          I was, am and would be fond of making tattoos all over my body and I do it since I like to encore my memories on my body. It was thanks to one such tattoo and my love for a football club Liverpool FC (England) which made me have a ‘YNWA’ (You’ll Never Walk Alone) tattoo on my right hand.
          I was travelling in a local train from my college to home (Churchgate to Borivali) when I happened to put my hand in my bag to pull out a pen. I was really tired from a long day at college and was really high on my fatigue level. In the same fatigue, I was searching for a pen in my bag. Unfortunately in my bag, my razor blade had fallen open and my right hand finger happen to cut across the razor. I was known to be careless but this was utter carelessness been displayed and to add to my ever growing pain and agony, I even did forget my 1st aid kit at home which I normally happen to carry in my bag. Finger was bleeding profusely and there was no stopping the blood, I tried my level best to reduce the blood flow but in vain. Tied a handkerchief but still the blood was flowing on like a flooded river. It was quite strange to note that despite many efforts, people in and around could not be of much help to me.
          It was 14th Feb - The valentine's day and God knows who was abusing me so much that I was bleeding continuously for 5-10 minutes. On the next station i.e. Marine Lines, a guy happened to turn up to me, fortunately he had a cream and a medical tape in his hand. He managed to help me for around 3-4 minutes to stop the blood flow by applying cream over it and then got me dressed properly with the medical tape. My pain was extreme but still I looked at him and a smile is all that he exchanged with me. I went to sleep in some time thanks to extreme fatigue level reached by my body.
          I woke up after 40 minutes and the train had reached Andheri. Just knowing what happened 40 minutes back, it was a coincidence to find the same guy who then helped my finger to stop bleeding which gave me extreme relief. It was quite strange to see a person out of nowhere helping me out, completely unknown and helping me as if he knew me from ages. Curious to know I asked him who he was since he helped me without saying a word. In my life I did hardly hear anyone speaking good about me but his reply was something I would remember for a lifetime - "It was that hand with YNWA tattoo on it that was on my shoulder when I was alone and my mom needed helped at night 3 and said don't worry, 'You'll Never Walk Alone'. Arranging for 3 blood bottles at that time when 9/10th of the city was asleep was extremely extraordinary. We got over that scare together and my mom survived that death scare. Today the same hand was bleeding and it was my duty to be with it that time. Don't worry bro, this ain't any favour, you taught me to help people when they need help since help doesn’t have a name with it but the touch and presence matters. From a fellow human to a human who converted me from an introvert to an extrovert and one who lives by what's written on his hand - In your times of need, I will ensure - YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE".
          Have less to speak about this but yes the world is short and it keeps revolving around all the good and bad you have done in life. Trust yourself and try to help others if possible, it does pay back.

[P.S. - 1stly my hand is safe and nothing has happened to it and secondly for the ones who don't know, I have YNWA tattoo on my right hand...Lastly kudos to the Mumbaikars to try and help me out and to this angel who finally achieved success…]

Regards,
Abhijeet (Gladi).

Monday, 3 February 2014

Gladi Quotes

  • Itni shiddhat se mohobbat ki thi humne ki khud nafrat humari pehechaan ban gayi...
  • Unse baat hi kuch aise hui ki shabh kalam se nahi balki akhon se likhe jaate they…
  • Iss pyaar mein hi aise nasha hai ki jam se jyada unki yaadon ne hi nasheela kar diya…
  • Aisi jaan phasi thi uss pyaar mein ki khudkhushi to bas unn yaadon ne hi kara di…
  •  Pyaar mein hi ek aisi takalluf thi ki bas har saans ke sath ek nayi maut maar liye…
  • Itni geheraayi thi unki chaahat mein ki jaate jaate zindagi aur maut mein farak hi nazaar nahi ata…
  • Itni takaat thi uss pyaar mein ki unke bichadte hi kalam shaahi se kaam aur khoon se jyada likh deta…
  • Itna dard bhara tha unke bichanese ki khud aaina bhi kaapta tha humse nazaar milane ke liye…
  • Inn mazilonse gujarte hi dard ek aisa sahara ban gaya ki phool bhi kaaton ki tarah chub rahe they…
  • Dhundne par to bhagwan bhi mil jaata hai par khud bhagwan iss pyaar ko naa dhund saka…
  • Aisi geheraayi thi unki akhon mein ki samandar bhi doobne ke liye chota lag jata…
  • Chahat unse itni thi hume ki bas chahat ka matlab hi hum bhula chuke they…
  • Unki yaadon mein hi hume itna khokla kar diya ki kabhi cigarette ki jarurat hi nahi padi…
  • Kuch khata thi humse jo vo bayaan na kar paaye, kya pata vo khata shayad hum hi they…
  • Khudki jaan se jyaada humne unse pyaar kiya, issi kashmakash mein apni jaan ka pata hi bhool gaye…
  • Kho chuke they hum unhi raahon par jaha pyaar paya tha, kya pata kaunse mod par unhone apni raah badal di…
  • Lat lag gayi thi unse itni ki unke jaate hi jeene ka maksat hi bhool gaye…