Ride of a Lifetime

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Her eyes lit up as he came to a halt. All her life, she had been dreaming of this and within two days of his first visit, he had made it a reality.

“Hop on!” He smiled. With a fleeting thought of her parents, she got on the bicycle and held on to whatever little part of his shirt she could.

As he sped on, the heavens opened up and the chilly breeze kissed her face, brushing her soreness away.

For the first time, she felt bliss.

When he dropped her off at the hospital, she knew something had changed within. She was free. As she followed the nurse inside, the seven year old was hopeful.

Now That’s the Kind of City I’d Love to Live In

I recently went on a family trip to Pondicherry. I know they say  Pondy isn’t a place for family, but that’s just the common notion.

If you spend only a couple of days, relaxing and doing nothing else, Pondy — with its beach an all — is a great holiday spot. Of course, not to mention it’s the hottest spot for booze when you’re with friends.

That said, I was impressed with how the people of the city manage to maintain discipline and decorum despite the thronging crowds. Here and there, are posters and banners that prompt people to “keep the city clean.” And surprisingly, unlike in the case of other despicable Indian cities, people heed these posters. Perhaps the presence of such a vast foriegn populous is also a reason. That’s how people are; no matter how unclean they are on the inside, they want to put up a show of divinity in front of strangers.

Human blunder.

But Pondy’s more than just a clean city. It’s the kind of city I’d want to live in. And that doesn’t happen often. We stayed at a hotel on the beach road, overlooking the ocean. It was a great experience, sitting on the balcony, staring at the waves crashing on rocks.

Pondy beach

Seeing the waves, you can’t help but wonder at the lack of vehicles on that road. That’s because the government regulates traffic in a way that I’ve never seen anywhere before.

All vehicles, including motorcycles, should move out of beach road before 6 pm. Every evening, they have a truck moving around the street warning vehicle owners and the general public to move their vehicles out of the street. Any vehicles that violate the regulation will be locked and will be released only after 11 pm — with a court petition.

This is a safety measure for the civilians who visit the beach after the peak hour of 6 pm. The best part is that this drill is extended ‘till 7.30 am the following morning. And it’s not a vain attempt either; the beach is filled with enthusiasts during the late nights — though it does get a little quieter after about 11 pm. But there are a lot of early-risers embracing a fitness regime, as early as 5 am.

It’s one of the greatest thrills of life, to wake up to the mild noise of crashing waves, watching the sun rise, rather reluctantly, out of the clouds. And to witness all these without the smoky and noisy vehicles zooming by.

Pondicherry is a great place. The government doesn’t urge its people to “get to the safety of their homes before nightfall.” Instead, they make the city safe enough so that people can enjoy their freedom without compromising their wishes. (You can’t sit in the Chennai beaches after 10 or 11 pm; the police will get way too dutiful.)

Now that’s the kind of city I’d want to live in. I know it’s difficult to bring this control to the rest of the city, but just the beach is enough — for a start.

Pondicherry made me feel welcome; it gave me a sense of belonging. And the warmth that spread through my veins as I looked on at the beach, is something I’ve never experienced before.

It’s an experience of a lifetime.

Flowering Pondy

The past two days was an epic experience. We went on a family trip to the city of Pondicherry, now commonly known as Puducherry. I spent a lot of time with my camera, learning and experimenting. I plan to write in detail about my trip, but for now, here’s a photo I took.

Do tell me what you guys think, I would love to hear your feedback.

Early mornings are beautiful anywhere. Pondicherry isn't any different.
Early mornings are beautiful anywhere. Pondicherry isn’t any different.

Farewell, Beloved

Turning thirteen was proving to be a difficult transition for everyone in the family. — Today’s Author

Memories flooded as they all sat in the living room, waiting for the clock to strike. None of them felt the joy of a birthday. Silence thronged.

Rick lay there, too weak to move a limb. How could he possibly know that in a matter of minutes, he would turn thirteen?

How would he have reacted had he been able to move at all?

Kevin forcefully wiped a tear from his eye. Despite his continued efforts, they kept incessantly falling. He looked over at Rick — his buddy, his best friend for thirteen years. Goodbyes are never easy.

Kevin stirred as Rick opened his eyes a fraction. It was the signal; he rushed to his friend’s side. “I’m here buddy,” he said in a falsely cheery voice. Something Rick surely would notice.

Rick blinked slowly, the effort showing in his tiny beetle eyes. Kevin stared back at him, trying to smile reassuringly.

The clock struck, and with it came Rick’s thirteen birthday.

The doctor whispered to Kevin’s mother, “This is the first time I’ve seen a dog live so long. You should be proud.”

Rick was staring, blankly.

Compassionate Creatures

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“The word was on the tip of his tongue but still he couldn’t say it.” – Today’s Author

He gulped hard and tried again.

“Mom?” He couldn’t go further. He signed in exasperation. His mother was looking at him bemused, with a slight open mouth.

He wet his lips.

“What’s wrong, Raj?” She gazed into his worried eyes. “What did the doctor say?”

Raj wrung his hands, “I’m sorry, Mom.” He shook his head. “She’s not going to make it.”

For a split second, Raj was terrified. His mother hadn’t reacted; her face was impassive. Then she shrugged lightly and bit her lower lip. “Oh well,” she heaved, “about time too,” she added gently. She smiled encouragingly at him.

“Huh?” Raj was shocked. He hadn’t expected this. “Mom?” he tried slowly, “did you understand — ”

“Oh yes, Raj” his mother replied thoughtfully. “I understand that my dearest dog isn’t going to survive.” She betrayed no emotion. “And it’s only natural; she’s been with me ever since you left with your wife — and that was twelve years ago.” She smiled again, raising her eyebrows; the knowing smile.

“Pity. The most compassionate of creatures have short life spans.”