A letter of a son to his parents


Hi Mummy Papa,

I feel really helpless in expressing my feeling while writing this letter. I don’t remember how I felt when I first saw you and you greeted me in your arms. I feel really blessed being with you. I still remember you get me new milk bottle from your hard earned penny whenever I lost it. You get me all comfort since my birth without any ache. My eyes were always in confusion to follow whom – One you who always backed for honesty and good faith and other side dishonest and coward people who always try to muddle our happiness. I always try to be bad but my blood never allowed me to be. It was all your values and manner that I inherited from you which makes me proud for being so.

I was neither a topper nor a good student in school that would have differentiated you from other parents but you always felt me special among the relatives and colleagues. Even today where I stand is all your efforts and good deeds. You never let me know about happenings with you so that I can concentrate in my studies. I still remember the day when I became CA; your eyes where filled with tears of joy. Whenever I returned to town, you always made me felt like winner and greeted me with your relentless love and mouth-watering favorite food.

You have done innumerable things for me before I asked for and it’s my turn. I promise to be with you, for you and by you.

Your beloved son


Bhopal Gas Tragedy – Wound that left uncured

Dec. 3, 1984, an unforgettable date for the people of Bhopal. The capital city turned to graveyard. Even after 29 years of tragedy, sparks seems to alive in the heart of localites.

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Large amounts of water entered a tank at the Union Carbide factory in Bhopal, India. That water reacted with the 42 tons of methyl isocyanate inside, raising temperature and pressure so high that it began venting massive amounts of gas made up of methyl isocyanate, phosgene, hydrogen cyanide and more. The poisonous cloud swept through neighborhoods near the boundary wall, waking sleeping residents with burning throats and eyes, killing about 4,000 people in the first few hours.

Death toll raised from thousand to lakhs and few which saved their life by the mercy of God were prone to different paralysis.

Today, settlements near this haunted union carbide factory is a part of Old Bhopal.

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I still remembered few facts shared by an auto-rickshaw driver which are as follows:-

Fact 1: People who continue to sleep on land till morning were able to continue to live till date. Because poisonous gas slightly lighter and was moving a meter above the ground level and thereby took away the life of people sleeping on bed.

Fact 2: Women with a child ran to save life of both but after running away few miles, she realized that baby is missing and died with a mixture of poisonous gas and sorrow of losing her baby.

Fact 3: Mr. Warren Anderson, chairman of Union Carbide Corporation of the US, declared as absconder & didn’t face trial and enjoying their piece of bread in a cool and calm environment. However, 8 people were convicted in 2010 by Bhopal court. But non-conviction of Mr. Anderson is a justice forgone which could still be seen in the eyes auto rickshaw driver, witnessed the gas tragedy.

Finally, Indian government could not provide justice to the people of Bhopal, neither in terms of rehabilitation nor money.

BHOPAL – The City of Lakes

BHOPAL - The City of Lakes

More than 25,000 feet above sea level; from the sky, the capital city of Madhya Pradesh – Bhopal seems to be a one of the oldest city of a country with a minimum sign of development as compared to other capital city (Later realized that was Old Bhopal). Landed by 11:35 am from Jet airways flight in a scorching sun, eyes felt shunted and but still sweat was missing. Luckily, no time was wasted at baggage belt because my baggage was the only one deposited for special privilege.

Ashok greeted me with a smile, to pick me from airport, part of services provided by Amer Green hotel. While moving towards my destination, came across the peaceful and less crowded traffic. When I was lost in the beauty of a such a big lake in the middle of the city or whole city on stones beside the lake, Ashok reminded me that this city was known for lakes ie. city of lakes, which shackled my knowledge of secondary school..and I regretted for forgetting this fact.

I was suggested by many to visit the panoramic lake view of few lakes, but without making any sense I ignored their suggestion by saying that those places are made for couples and lovers, not for bachelors and singles.

I was wrong; I visited lake view on the last day of my tour to Bhopal and realized that I have missed the best part of the city. I was pondering here and there for nature’s beauty whereas I was near to it. Bestowed my soul in the arms of nature to feel the freshness and serenity of a breeze blowing across the lake. After a 2 weeks of discontent work, I could not find better place than this; where I could restore peace to my brain, which was hanged up with continuous analysis among the figures.

I must appreciate the efforts of MP tourism for development, maintenance and restoring the beauty of lakes. Well kind of arrangements were made for the generation of revenue by using the water for entertainment. Multiple paddle boats, speed boats and single cruise were available to amuse yourself between swallow water. I and Pankaj (my colleage) thought for spending more time on boat to enjoy the breeze, for which we opt for cruise which would allow us to stay on boat for 45 mins.

Charged up our mobile for catching the nature’s beauty on device and with stomach full got on the cruise. Cruise left the deck within 15 mins of arrival and music was on. I can’t stop my feets from moving with the rhythm of beats. We moved to lower deck for space and started dancing. Suddenly we realized that we became centre of attraction for the people around us and soon a troop of four girls joined us for the same cause and later on whole young crowd was on lower deck.

Finally that was the last night in the city of lakes and said good-bye.

5 states – 1union territoy – 4 Months still not enough…

Walking through a different path of life of which I only dream. Actually I m not just walking, I m running..

I always dream of visiting new places, new people, new culture, last but not least food as usual. For a person like me food would be the first preference for visiting that place. But no doubt nature has always amazed me with its so many different features.

I must thank GOD for endowing me with eyes to view the beauty of nature. It is really amazing, incredible etc..

Gujarat – Rajasthan – Haryana – Punjab – Delhi – Uttar Pradesh

Five states and a union territory, four months, hundreds of people, hundred life stories, and multiple types of food in multiple states. Joy of expressing the happiness of being with these people would give be me another chance for being happy.

But for sure I have learnt that you are not the only one who suffers. There are many people around you who suffer a lot without expressing a single word of pain.

In my incredible India, I find no stranger till they hurt me…that what the way makes me comfortable with the people, changing my ascent from person to person. Cracking jokes on politician to discussion on Delhi government with endless topics and talks with auto drivers, dabhawalas, staff boy etc. never made me exceptional or odd one out but these people always try their best to provide you with all comfort.

All that matters is the hospitality taken care by all the people I met in this juncture of 4 months which never allowed me to complain.

Thats what we tell in true spirit “Atithi Devo Bavo” (Guest is God)


Pondering among
my thoughts of beginning of new journey with new bucket of expectations simultaneously
bearing a pain of separation again with an urge to make my parents proud &
feel better, when suddenly a lady with an announcement of coming train on
platform 3 made me realize that I was waiting from my train to come. I found
that my mom whispered that my train was about to come and again my face rested
on her shoulder with my father patting on my back with instructions floating
all round.

Finally boarded
on Weekly express to a town printed on my appointment letter with my colleague
(got selected in same campus). Something which disappointed me was the grass on
a platform of my destination. I was forced to think that am I in a village or I
have got down on a wrong station. Sarcastically, it was nothing less than a
jungle with trees all round and blessed with a station.

As usual auto
drivers running here and there to get a passenger to make their first earning
for a day, which we says boni in Hindi. It seems as if passengers are out for
sale, whoever grabs could more be Richie rich. It is all same everywhere in India.

from the vehicle arrangement made by HR forced us to hire an auto. You won’t
believe they charged us 400 INR for the journey from station to plant (17 km
away, at that time we hardly knew about the distance). Cool breeze of November
month passing by our ears, making us tremble and we were trying to cover each
part of our body inside the sweater. As soon as we reached the plant entrance,
we found the 40m approx. long flag post acting as a 4-way diverter with a flag fluttering
in a breeze made us feel a sense of patriotism.

Finally dropped
all our bags to our respective room and went to a bed, while disturbing our
seniors by banging the door by mistake.

After a nap,
will tell you about a 1st day of Job. Bye bye…