**From & To Satish **( New Pictures Pl see pg 163) - Page 28

the most ancient vedic verse says i searched for you in temples,i searched for you in forests,i searched for you in holy places,then i sat down and closed my eyes and looked at my soul.only then i realised that you are me and that i am you.

why have people stopped believing in themselves and their inner voices which from a very early stage of our life tells us when we are doing wrong,which tells us to correct our wrongs by asking for forgiveness from those whom we sinned against.

why have most stopped trusting friends who are our best guides and pillars of strength.why have most people stopped laying their weary heads in the lap of their loved ones and pouring their hearts out.maybe there are some who are really alone and lost in this world without anyone to turn to.in todays fast world money is always not the answer but a shoulder for a troubled soul to lean on,a kind word to soothe an aching heart,a gentle hand to wipe away the tears which roll down.

I was actually trying to commit suicide. I was waiting for the
train on the tracks. When I heard that the train is
arriving on the platform, I climbed up...

Wow,this is a great one & every parent's nightmare....................

A father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy.

Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow.
It was addressed "Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:-

Dear Dad,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you, but I'm leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Julian because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.


I've been finding real passion with Julian and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him you'll like him too - even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Dad, I'm pregnant and Julian said that he wants me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together.


Even though Julian is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn't so old these days is it? ), and has no money, really these things shouldn't stand in the way of our relationship, don't you agree?

Julian has a great CD collection; he already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. It's true he has other girlfriends as well but I know he'll be faithful to me in his own way. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too.

Julian taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and he'll be growing it for us and we'll trade it with our friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Julian can get better; he sure deserves it!!

Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.

Your loving daughter,
Rosie.

At the bottom of the page were the letters " PTO".

Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read:

PS:

Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbour's house.

I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk centre drawer.

Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home.

I love you!

Your loving daughter,
Rosie

The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair;
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, And I-
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

fascination and morbid curiosity

The earliest memories of a traffic accident for me was when a metro bus rammed us in mount road.me,my cousins and my aunt who was driving were in an ambassador and this incident happened in 1975 or 1976.while the back of the car got crushed but luckily none of us were hurt.but i still remember the crowd which surrounded the accident.sitting in the car all i remember were the straining faces of the people in the crowd but suprisingly none came forward to help us out until the bus driver came guiltily to help.well decades have flown by and dozens of accidents some in which i was personally involved and some in which unknown faces from the public were involved.most were bad and resulted in death but still the straining faces of the crowd remain.

Some years back i was seeing off my kid brother at the railway station and with just a few minutes for the train to start he asked me to pick up a water bottle and some magazines.asking him to stay in his seat i ran around the platform and bought the stuff and just on the point of returning to the compartment i saw a puddle of blood and it was running from a nearby stall which was yet to open.following the blood i saw this guy on the ground bleeding from his mouth and knew instantly he must be bleeding internally which was obviously due to a bust artery.rushing back i gave the stuff my kid brother and told him what was happening and took off to inform some authority of what was happening.first mistake.i saw some railway policemen and told them what was happening and they said that they had informed the hospital and an ambulance was on the way.now they had informed the hospital which is the general hospital and situated just opposite the railway station nearly ten minutes earlier but no action was taken.rushing back to the man on the ground i stood near him helplessly as he bled to death.i wish now i had had the courage to have carried him across the road and probably could have saved him.but the most remarkable thing was that this incident happened on platform 6 and the train leaving was brindavan express.one of the most busiest trains and lot of people milling around but not one stopped to help,guess i was the stupidest of the lot.

After all these incidents regarding accidents and death what i now know and am still yet to understand is the morbid curiosity people have for people dying or dead.in an fatal accident on a busy road i have seen traffic come to a halt, for people get out of vehicles to just get a glimpse of the dying or already dead.they just stand there and watch the blood,crushed limbs or spilt guts.the funniest thing is the same expression on everyones face.everybody seems bewitched and with eyes wide they stare at the scene.who knows what goes on in their minds.maybe some see some form of reflection of their deaths in the scene before them.most leave in a trance like state muttering poor guy,poor soul what a way to die.but strangely some chuckle and make fun of the situation maybe trying to convince themselves that death will not come like that for them.if you dont believe the body language of people then i want you to watch closely the next time when you pass a scene of fatal accident.

Today in the gym my slightly innocent gym coach said he had caught the new diaster movie 2012 which in tamil is funnily called RUDRAM.wide eyed he spoke about the special effects and end of days and then went on to other members chatting about the movie.

Coming back home i thought about death and realised he is there but where and when who knows.i whispered a prayer and said boss when you come for me all i ask is for safe passage for me and all my loved ones.just like the trance like crowd sometimes muttering,sometimes chuckling i go about the day trying to avoid death and related topics.cross the bridge when it comes.