Sunday, February 14, 2010

The providence, ain't it?

This is one of the beautiful things that happened in my life. The last part will bring a tear of joy at least to few of you who read this I believe. I thank the management of Mainland China, the restaurant on Church street, for serving my brothers n sisters n friends with utmost respect.

Last Friday the 12th of Feb, 2010, a day I don't wanna forget in my life, a day out with my friends, a day of joy, fun, embarrassment and above all a day that once again asserted the providence of my Lord.
It was a day we went along with a group of kids from Abraham's orphanage. We took them by a Volvo bus to Corporation circle and from there we went to Visvesvaraya Industrial & Technological Museum through Cubbon Park. I could see how happy they were with a lot of enthusiasm when they went through each exhibits, though few of them were too young to know at least a bunch of it. Few of them I saw taking down notes in a small piece of paper, which proved how keen they were. It was the 3D show that everyone enjoyed more than anything else I guess. They were shouting and screaming and were in a state of awe in the small theater there. Soon after we had to cut short the fourth floor due to lack of time as everyone were so tired and hungry.

I thought I'll give them a different experience and so I thought I'll get them the best of the lunches so far in their lives. It was a high end Chinese restaurant in M.G. Road I had in my mind that I went with one of my friends. Only when I reached there I realized it was shut down. I took them to a long walk in search of another best-in-class Chinese restaurant. Since it was too tiring we took a halt as per my friend's advice and sent two of them on a mission to find a place to lunch. After some time I got a call and we all proceeded.

I saw a man and a woman in suits at the door who welcomed us in the most polite way. When I asked if there's enough seats for 30 of us he said he'll open the floor for us. He then asked me if we would go for a buffet or add-to-basket. When he answered it'll cost 340 bucks plus tax per plate for buffet I said I'll go for the latter. He asked us to get seated while he went to open the floor for us. By this time my mind was filled with calculations, about the rates of the Chinese dishes I've had and the number of people and the amount we have in hand as well as what I have left in my bank account. I thought I can somehow manage it.

"The first floor is open for you," said the man. We all went and took our seats in the AC floor. The first thing I asked was for the menu. I started going through the list one by one and soon started searching something that is the cheapest. Now I was in a dilemma since my ego wouldn't permit me to walk out, but at the same time the amount we had in hand as well as what is left in my bank account won't suffice. Then my friend Stalin walked up to me and said the only option is to tell the management that we can't afford and apologize and walk out from there.

This was the second time I did this blunder of entering such a place without my dad, the first one being walking in with a friend to a restaurant where my dad often takes me. That day I realized that I should never walk into one like that without my dad. But then I was saved as my friend didn't want to have anything and with a cup of tea and a side dish and around 300 bucks in hand. But this time I knew nothing is going to help me out as my bank balance was too low with all the bills yet to be paid.

Finally I made up my mind and approached the man who showed us the way. I told him that it's a bunch of orphanage kids with us and we cannot afford and we are sorry for the trouble. But he was too polite and asked me how much can we pay. I had no idea what to say as I knew it's gonna cost us at least 12000 bucks plus and my friend told me we have only 3500 in hand. I told him we can't afford more than 100 per plate keeping in mind that I had to take them to the park and have to spend at least some amount there. Then to my surprise he asked me if I can give at least a bit more. When I said no, he asked me to take a seat and he'll do the best possible as it's a noble cause.

I went back to the seat wondering what's going to happen. I guess I saw some arguments, at the end of which without a word they started serving us. In between he came and asked if everyone is non-veg. I asked him what my friend Stalin whispered on my ears - to serve the kids non-veg and veg to us volunteers.There came the shock. He told me: "please don't embarrass us, we'll see what we can do." I saw a lot of stuff being served one after the other and was not able to digest the fact as well as the food that was provided thinking about the difference in amount.

Finally, after a wonderful meal that everyone enjoyed, it was time to pay the bill. When asked for the bill he said he'll make the bill for 3000 bucks. They could have thrown us out when they came to know we can't afford their rates. After all it's a bunch of orphanage kids and it's not going to affect their business in any way. But the kindness they showed and the hospitality they provided us with not a tad less of dignity, it's something that's really touching.

From there we straight away went to Cubbon Park. We sang some songs of thanksgiving followed by some action songs. Then we started off with various sports like Cricket, Volleyball and Football. Since girls were not so interested in sports Basilica entertained them with her story telling. And finally we went back and dropped to the orphanage and said goodbye to them. Hope soon we'll have an outing again with them sans Mainland China unless we have enough funds :-)

The whole episode seemed to me just like a wonderful dream. I wonder about the marvelous things God does covering up the blunders we make in life. I thank God and pray for the wonderful people who did all these for us.

Apart from thanking the hotel management, I hereby thank Abraham, the one who runs the orphanage, for giving us the opportunity, the kids for the most wonderful moments they shared with us, Deepak, who sparked it off, Stalin for all the pain he took to run around to make it a reality, Rosanna for the invaluable backing, Sabish, Livin and Fraklin for the support, Liju and Xavier (full timers), Syndi, Basilica, Rakshitha, Robert, Albert, Jinu, Olivia, Aneesha, Martina, Lourde, Monica, Malcolm, Mark (for the special appearance and extra effort in bringing the sports equipments) and Preety without whom it wouldn't have been one of the most amazing days of life.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Realities

Sweet words never fascinate me, cus realities are often in stark contrast.

There's often a grinding teeth behind sweet smiling lips.

My love is six feet deep, but God's love is beyond that.

The shortcut to success is hard work.

When my cell rings I know I am in need.

There's hundreds of 'em, but yet a handful.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Life goes on and on and on...

Though my busy days seem to end with me, I've hardly run short of time for my friends.

I don't find a reason to love you, yet I do. I might find many a reasons to hate you, yet I won't.

I don't find a reason to live; I don't find a reason to die either.

The best part in having none to care is I won't cry.

I don't wanna be your friend for ever, but I wish if I could be one when you feel down.

When I feel down I lean on to an arm chair cus it's softer than any shoulder I've ever found.

If you ever want to be loved, don't love.

People often don't realize the worth of love cus the price is paid by the other person.

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http://binxwiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/few-more-crazy-thoughts.html
http://binxwiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-smiles-on-face-yet-holding-dagger.html
http://binxwiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends.html
http://binxwiz.blogspot.com/2008/03/being-friend.html

Racism

“Indian student killed in Australia,” “another Indian attacked,” “Two Indians attacked in Brisbane,” “Four more Indians attacked in Australia” – So read the headlines of dailies. And it continued with: “BJP delegation meets Krishna on attacks on Indians,” “Victorians feel attacks on Indians are not racist,””Melbourne has racists, but racism is not endemic’: Police,” “Attack on Indians: Govt monitoring on daily basis,” “Lee condemns attacks on Indians in Australia,” “Australia sets up high-level group to probe attacks,” “Rudd’s nephew protests racist attacks,” “Cases of attacks on Indians to be dealt with firmly: Australian judge,” and so on…

Racism, is it in the blood of only Europeans, the Britishers as we read in our Independence History; the Australians, as the media portrays these days? Well, I disagree with it. Racism exist in the blood of every human being one way or the other. Though I never had to face it I’ve seen it in my life in various forms. I’ve heard others say their experiences, but no one ever termed it as racism, maybe cus they didn’t know about it and no media ever made a news out of it.

When it comes to the Australian attacks, the hype that the media creates is for its survival alone. If it were to project realities it would have taken into account how many Indians are killed in a year, how many other foreigners are killed in a year and also how many Australians are killed in a year. That would have brought the truth out. I’m not quite sure about these figures, but if the figures are same one will know that it has nothing to do with racism. Killings are quite common everywhere in this world. Is there no foreigners being killed in India? Will we call it racial, even if it is so?

And what about the killings of our own brothers and sisters in the name of language and religion? What should we name it as? Is it not racism? Just think about the verbal and physical attacks on North Indians by South Indians and vice versa. What about the attacks in the name of language, caste and creed? What about the iinnocents killed on the basis of demolition of Babri Masjid, killing of Christians in Kandhamal, Orissa as well as in Karnataka; what about the killing of Hindi speaking people in Gujarat? When we can’t love our own brothers and sisters, when we fight against each other, what right do we have to call others racists, even when we are not sure if it is racism?

The recent developments in Maharashtra make us put our heads down on shame. I wonder if we have a government at all in place. It’s well known that law is in the hands of few goons who can shout, beat and murder anyone they want. It’s a pity that even the court rulings favor them fearing bloodshed. What a toothless administration system we have in place, but not that toothless when it comes to judge others, where will we turn to for justice?

I know what I write here may be misinterpreted by many, but I don’t give a damn cus I don’t care for fools. In this world where only criminals and animals have human rights all I wish is if we could better live as human beings.

Related posts: http://binxwiz.blogspot.com/2008/09/mother-please-dont-cry.html
http://binxwiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/culture.html
http://binxwiz.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-is-indian.html