I never really understood the concept of a left hand drive and a right hand drive vehicle.
I especially don’t understand why some countries prefer to drive on the right side of the road, while the rest drive on the left side of the road. I am sure I understand why some people try to drive on the wrong side of the road, but then they might get the benefit of doubt of not knowing which side the vehicles are supposed to be driven in that particular country.
Why can’t we have a standard for such things. A global standard which says we can drive on the left/right side of the road ?
There are a lot of trucks which ply between UK and the European countries. Now these trucks drive till Dover, take a ferry to their destination country and then start driving on the other side of the road. The steering wheel is on the right side of the truck and yet these trucks themselves go from the right side. Extremely difficult to drive.
Trust me. I tried.
Within the first 10 mins, I managed to bang into two cars, a signpost, and a signal. I also managed to get a ticket for driving on the wrong side of the road.
It would have gotten much worse, I am sure, but at that precise moment, my laptop crashed.
Maybe, even it was not able to comprehend this notion.
I was watching a program on the television recently. It was a comedy show.
The performer, stood on the stage, smiling and waving at the audience.
The very first line he said , ” I don’t know why I am here today.”.
I never understood this. If you don’t know why you are there, why not ask the organizers when they come to invite you to do a skit ? It is not like you were surprised to be called on the stage.
Or perhaps, they suddenly have an epiphany or because self-aware of yourself, right in that divine place, of the stage facing thousands of pairs of eyes looking at you (or perhaps at your soul).
In a few days, the year comes to an end. For some it was a fantastic year filled with a lot of new experiences unlocking a plethora of achievements. For some, it was a routine year with nothing out of the ordinary happening for them. For some, it was full of disappointments and pain.
I neither envy nor pity any of these people. For, those who unlocked new achievement badges, were happy with the year, those who had a routine year wanted exactly that, and those who suffered, now have a ray of hope to look at the days to come as a new beginning.
For me, the year was filled with everything – Happiness, a sense of achievement, new adventurous, new places, new sadness, new disappointments, new ways to goof-off (ahem). But I can’t live without these aspects of the life, so I consider then as a very important phase of my character building.
I wish all of you to have the same in the coming year ahead.
May God grant you all the happiness and joy and other important bits of life.
Happy Holidays and a very Happy new year to all you beautify people.
Shalom, Namaste, pip pip.
So,the festival has gone as suddenly as it had arrived. In the distance, you can still hear the occasional crackle of a stray rocket or bomb, and your colourful diyas now protectively hold tiny pools of melted wax and ash.Your rangolis are still radiant,albeit slightly dishevelled. As you walk on the streets this morning,you catch sight of last night’s celebrations all around,and you probably see or hear yourself and your loved ones laughing,in that very spot that someone cracked a joke yesterday.Friends and extended family have now gone back home,making promises to meet again soon.Your kandeels,the bright lively guests,will stay,illuminating your homes for a little longer.The sweets and savouries have now been stored away,and will be served at tea-time,as mementoes of diwali.The clothes and jewellery that you chose with great care, that made their grand appearance yesterday, have been put away for the next big occasion. As all the festivities slowly recede into the distance,I ask you for a promise.That in your heart,you will let the lights remain.That in spirit, and in being,your celebrations will continue.That you will attempt to meet your loved ones a little more often.And that the laughter that came in abundance yesterday, will make an appearance everyday.Here’s wishing you all a happy festive spirit, all year round.Lots of love and laughter..take care..
The family was eating their dinner together.
It was a custom that all family members eat food together. But the dad kept looking at the empty seat in front of him. The usual clatter during their diners and lunches was absent. His wife and daughter were eating the food in silence, sobbing silently.
He kept going back to the day of the riots, the day his son was arrested. Just 15 years of age, he was there in the midst of it all, throwing stones at the cops. Someone had told him that people from other religion were torturing people from his cast, which had sparked a fire in his young belly. – A fire which should have been used for society betterment was now being used to nurture hatred.
The father cursed himself for allowing this to happen.After all, it was his task to protect his children from such negative elements of the society. It didn’t occur, nor did it matter to him, that he spent more than 14 hours per day away from his house, working hard to put food on the table. It was, he thought, his duty to shield his kids.
He slowly put the morsel of food down. Prayed silently to God, for forgiveness and left the table.
Although the son was arrested, the family died that day.
All falsely, in the name of religion.