HEY IS IT ME YOU ARE LOOKING FOR????

Hey is it me you are looking for??? A wife to her husband... After 5 years of married life I still ask the question. I know it sounds spooky. But it's true. When I got married I breezed in to the world with certain relish. We used to cook together. Chat for hours, take bath together, dance together, and off course sleep together. But during these 5 years, lot of things faded from the list and a lot more piled up. We invited a friend in to our relation and he is Mr. Fight. He used to stopover at our house time and again. Sometimes I invited him and sometimes both. After 3 years of marriage we decided to plan for a baby and Insha’Allah he returned our prayers and blessed us with a little Angel. Life became more resilient after that. So our not so frequent friend became our usual visitor. Very soon he started to stop over. So nowadays nobody invites him. Years passed, our likes and priorities have changed. Finally, we both realized that this is not going to drill our life, a stranger cannot stay far and wide. Either we empty the house and we move apart or say adios to him. It’s the verdict time. And the question pops. Hey is it me you are looking for????? 

 Hey is it me you are looking for??? A parent to a child. Giving birth and growing a child up as a self-effacing soul is the toughest job in the world. A baby was born after 12 hours of labor pain, a pain which you cannot even conceptualize. Soon after seeing her baby’s face a mother forgets the pain and seize the baby in her arms. Feeds milk which sometimes comes as blood. The father who sits beside her throughout the night soon forgets the pain when he gets to cut the umbilical cord. Subsequently it was tossing and turning nights for both the parents. They even kissed goodbye to their love for each other temporarily. The life for a couple is never the same after a baby is born. Remember those sleepless nights when your baby had fever and cold? Every parent still remembers their child's smile, their fav toy, fav food, fav dress and the list is endless. In the spur of a moment the child grows and renounce you. You find it difficult to understand their conversation when it was very easy to understand their blabbering .. They become prudent before taking you out for dinner because they fear you might fall short on table manners where as you were so happy to take your kid out for dinner and clean his messy plate and table. When you used to wake up at night there were always hands to pat you to say don't worry I am there for you and put you back to sleep. Now they are old and weak. They need your love and care. And the question pops again Hey is it me you are looking for?????

LOVE 

If love is a tree I have not seen its branches,
If love is in the air I have not felt the ambience,
If love is in the rain I have not felt the chil ness,
Some where it is hiding the face from me,
Things which can see is beautiful and things which are not felt are precious,
May be because of that, this stranger has a precious face,
A face which I am craving for...

ONE DAY IN REGIONAL CANCER CENTRE (RCC)

CANCER, the term itself brings the image of a man eater, who is eagerly waiting for your flesh and blood. Scientifically it gives you different pictures of a malignancy or an uncontrolled growth of cells etc.
But when I joined RCC as an intern it welcomed me in a unique
Way. When I got a call from RCC, I was very discouraged to go there. I got a hostel admission also near to the campus. There were many students who came for different projects to specialize in different areas. Many students were from social work department. I used to wonder at the purpose of their induction in a cancer cell. But later I realized the materiality of such specializations.
Every day morning at 10,o clock I had to reach to the hospital and from there we used to go visit different labs .We saw different faces every day, some faces became habitual but another day t. The air arounse used to dissipate. RCC was highly temperamental. If you met someone today the next day he might not be there. It was very difficult for me to boil down to such situations, but like everyone says we all are human beings and it is very easy for us to get tuned up.
But that day was an exception...I got up took bath completed my prayers and cleared the decks to go to hospital. That day there was a special class by a famous scientist so all the interns were very hysterical to meet him. I reached RCC as usual and the ambulance siren welcomed me but never thought that one day a siren would change my life.

All reached to the class rooms and the seminar started. In the middle of the seminar the social work friends of mine rushed in to the class room looking for me. I got petrified. They told me that that they need o negative blood, and I was the only person who has the rare blood group. That was the first time someone asked me for blood. I was infuriated and said that I am anemic and can’t give blood. I denied the request.
After my lecture got over and I was going back to my hostel I met the social work friends of mine, I thought they would be angry at me but all were very normal. Amongst them one friend asked me to accompany her .I followed her. She took me to the blood bank. There was a big queue. I actually wondered by looking at them. From that crowd she pointed out a face, a small girl’s face. She was fair, thin; half of her face was covered, may be in 5th or 6th class. I still can remember her face. My friend introduced me to her. She said her name was “aisha”. She had a very cute smile. She started the conversation. She was talking about her school her friends and her home and lot many things.

I really wanted to ask her about her parents but I couldn’t. May be she was waiting near the blood bank for them. But I was wrong. She was waiting for herself. She was waiting for her life. She was waiting for o negative blood. Or she was waiting for me. I didn’t know that I am talking to a person who is dying. Dying because of me??
o negative blood is very rare and if u want it urgently u have to pay more money. And she was not having anything in her hand except that cute smile of hers. When I asked her about her family she expressed her state of seclusion with a cute smile. Tears started coming out from my eyes and she started consoling me. She was kept on telling me that I trust my Allah who has sent me in to this world, and I know that he will give me my life back .She was a blood cancer patient and has to undergo blood transfusions regularly. That day her transfusion time was over and still she was waiting for her luck.
She didn’t know that I was her luck , and I didn’t want to give her blood couldn’t control myself and rushed to my friends and said sorry to them and asked them to take me to the blood bank. I donated blood,and I saved her life for one day.
After everything was over she came running to me and said allah gave me one more day to see my house, see my friends and to see you. I couldn’t control my tears, and I hugged her.

Today I am sitting and writing about her but I don’t know whether she will be there in this world or not? But still I wish her the luck, the luck which gave her a day. I know where ever she will be she will be having that cute smile, a smile that lets her live.
IN SHA ALLAH

LIFE AN EXPERIENCE:-

LIFE AN EXPERIENCE:-
AN EXPERIENCE OF LOVE, TRUST, HAPPINESS, IMPOSTURE &TRIBULATIONS

Life for me is a journey through different feeling which reminds me of thousands of memories with a sweet smile or a drop of tear..When I thought of writing about life I compared myself with a small kid standing on the sea shore counting the waves. I was fascinated by the 25 years of my life in which most of the time was mislaid. I don’t even remember when I started realizing the value of my life.
I was least agitated about my life. Every time I used to feel that one day I have bring in to the world and one day I have to leave exclusively. Life was only these two things for me. It took a long time for me to realize what all I had missed.
When my friends used to describe their wonderful childhood days and their fun filled life I used to keep quiet, because there was nothing in my mind to discuss. I don’t remember my childhood days nor my school days, it outlated as a vague figure in my mind.
At last the All Mighty opened the gate ,the gate of life ,the gate of experiences for me. my mind started preparing for a new phase, a phase which showed me the path, a path of experience ,love, trust,happiness,imposture and tribulations which lead to my life, and that was my college days, my hostel days.
I stared realizing the value of life, the value of love and affection. I started missing my parents, their presence, their reprehensions, that was the time which really brought me more closer to God and I started becoming more religious. I started trusting the all mighty more than any one. I started enjoying the new taste of my life. I slowly came out of the nut shell and started intermixing with people.
Experienced the first love of my life. The smiles and the tears of love. The trust behind any relation, what an amazing feeling it was.
Those 5 years of my college life actually changed me in to a new person. It showed a new horizon of hope and love. Here I am remembering a few lines of the movie “3 idiots”
“GIVE ME SOME SUNSHINE, GIVE ME SOME RAIN
GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE, I WANT TO GROW UP ONCE AGAIN”

I am telling this to the ALL MIGHTY, Give me another chance I want to grow up once again.