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Friday, 26 December 2014

I wanted to be an Artist, my father didn't agree.

He stood their nonchalantly with voices shouting deep inside his heart, but silence was all he could convey. His words now conveyed no meaning, or perhaps they spoke words no one wanted to listen. He knew, he spoke in a dialect, no one would try to comprehend, in a way, directly from heart.

"I don't want to do Engineering, I want to be an Artist", He had practiced saying this not once, but million times, but each of those million times, the only audience he could gather, was his mirror where practiced and the reflection which stared him back with a glare of defeat. His father was a military man, pretty stern in his decisions and belonged to a category of society where the child's future, dreams and aspirations were all - predetermined. He was bonded, with his family customs. Whenever he gathered courage to speak, there always erupt a discussion on his cousins or relatives who had performed well in their 12th class or were admitted to a highly acclaimed Engineering college of India. Those were the times, when his father would say coherently to his mother, "Dekhna, hamara beta toh unse bhi acha karega".

There did not remain an option to carry forward to, perhaps the world of alphas. Betas and gammas dazed him and did not let him breathe freely in the open air. He wanted to shine like the colour red, or flow royally like the colour blue. Deeps inside his heart, he had words in his strokes of brush, and each stroke conveyed an expression which made everyone around him smile. Those visions which travelled far and wide. His father was blind to these colours, he never congratulated him on the awards he had got on his art competitions. But, he was determined to open the eyes, of not just his father, but the pretence which he had been carrying for long.

"Ye kya hai? firse 52%?", his father said with anger in his words, but less fierce than what was witnessed in his eyes. He had given up, in terms of inspirations and motivation, and the colours had started to fade, not just from his heart, but from the strokes of his brushes too. He knew something had to be done, sooner or later, but it was just the matter of time.

3 days to his birthday, the bigger boy had to make a decision, the one that could change his life.

‘Papa’, he approached with fear in his eyes, and body which trembled with every breath.

‘Haan?’ his father queried back, looking up from his newspaper.

He hesitated a bit, but he knew, if not now, it won’t be ever.

“Papa, I don’t want to do Engineering after 12^th”, he said with the voices at the end of the sentences fading consistently with every word.

“Hmm..”, His father stood up and went to his room.

Perhaps, the silence conveyed all his messages back and forth. But it was for the first time. He could breathe in peace, for he had spoken in peace, spoken in heaven, and spoken the truth. He really understood, ki kitna sach hota hai sacchai mein…

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It was the morning of his birthday, but he seemed relent lent to celebrate. It seemed that there wasn't any reason to do, until his father walked in with a gift. It was the first time the two of them spoke after their silence conversation.

His father brought him, the gift which in turn brought tears to his eyes. A packet of professional paint brushes, which now expressed his emotions in tears.

His father hugged him, perhaps it was the first time, he had seen his father’s military figure melt down like that. That was the day, he always cherished, and realized, how beautiful it is, and how much happiness lies, in truth.

Tanishq Sharma

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Tuesday, 2 December 2014

Safety Begins With Me - #TheSafeHabit

To Natasha,

As I strolled down the empty lane, there seemed a void difficult to fill in the midnight. Way past the twelve-o-clock line, I knew you would be angry. It was our wedding anniversary, and I did not forget it, believe me. Struck up in some office work, you were constantly there in my thoughts, and I wished to reach home as soon as possible. The minutes were tickling slower than ever, it seemed that it would take eternity to entrap the hand a full rotation of that watch's dial. Or, probably, it was my stare which had forced it to stop in its tracks, I was unaware. We all wrapped up the remaining work, and I left for home. My friends, told me to have a drink to relax, for it had been many long hours that we all had been working. You might not believe me, but I refused. I apologized, and I left. I was proud, I was happy, that I was finally coming back to you. I did look for flower merchants all along the way, I couldn't find one.

It seemed a long way, 20 minutes to home, were suddenly the hours which I would cross. It was similar to a desert crossing, remember? You had told me about one. As I passed certain landmarks, each made me remember you, and I started to plan the things we would do the following day. I passed the theater where we watched our first movie, I passed our first restaurant, where we dined. I passed the lanes where we would have walks back in our days. Everything seemed coming back to me, and it all seemed wonderful. Honestly, I couldn't decide onto what we would do tomorrow. Whatever it was, I wanted it to be with you.

Have you ever wondered about the night traffic lights? They blink together, the reds as if signifying some kind of harmony with each other, and it reminded me of you again. It reminded me of times when we stood out together, blinking away problems just like that.

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I was missing you too much, I knew you wouldn't have been to bed yet, you must be waiting for me. So I drove faster, I wanted to reach to you, I wanted to be with you as soon as possible. In a blink of an eye, in a spur of a moment. I picked up my phone, to hear your voice, hardly did I know, I was doing it for the last time. With each tune keypad played as I typed your name on my phone, death immortalized in me, which I did not seem to realize. Perhaps, it was too late to realize, after the truck had struck the car in full force, and I was lying helpless, with my phone in my hand, and the dial pad finally pressed. I wanted to apologize, I would not be able to make it. I would not answer your waiting call, or I would not celebrate the day tomorrow. I wanted to apologize, I had made a 'you' out of 'we'.

Please don't cry Natasha, it was my fault. Do not blame the truck driver, I was on the phone trying to connect to you. I apologize for many things, but significantly for giving you a gift which you never deserved. If there would been any last wish of mine, it would be just, do tell our children, that Safety Begins With Us. You might never receive this letter Natasha, for god doesn't deliver them from here.

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It is truly important to understand the meaning of life, and being a path of life, a path where all destinations connect, Safe driving has got to be the numero uno position to take care of.
You see, quite honestly, everything starts from us. A beautiful quote by Mahatma Gandhi, reflects this simple thinking in the smallest yet, largest things in life. It says, "Be the change you want to see the world in". Quite similarly, it is not just the defining or shouting screams to other drivers/motorists for not driving properly, but also to hold a mirror in front and look at ourselves.

There can be number of steps that can be taken to improve the prevention of such disastrous outcomes:-

In a nation of population more than 1 billion, there has to be a crowd jumbling at a station, but then again, don't we know the steps to arrange the stack? A personal level training to each obtainment of driving license should be done. We need to show, that not-everywhere you can make the green notes work.
There have been thousands or more than that, campaigns of opposition of Drink and Drive, yet there seems un-matched ignorance in terms of this simplified idea. It not only hurts you, but the ones without it too.
Coming back to the use of hari patti, Its time it shouldn't work on traffic police.
Have your vehicle checked on regular basis to avoid any discoveries on the spot of accident? You see, precaution is better than the cure.

And not only these, if above all - we respect the ones waiting for us at home, at places where we left them, then situations would rather take a different turn.

Tanishq Sharma

This post is written for Nissan Safety Driving Forum. It conveys that Responsibility on the road is not just toward's one's own self but also to the other motorists and pedestrians. In a blog post, tell us what steps, according to you, would help with road safety in India.

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The Nissan Motor Co., Ltd., conducts the Nissan Safety Driving Forum (NSDF) in India as part of its safety driving promotion activities. The program began as an annual activity in 2012. In its initial phase it covered three main Indian cities – New Delhi, Mumbai and Chennai – and since then has gradually expanded to several additional cities across India. This year, NSDF would reach 8 new cities – Chandigarh, Jalandhar, Jaipur, Vadodara, Nagpur, Chennai, Mangalore and Kochi. The overall reach and engagement levels have phenomenally grown and NSDF has effectively reached close to 2 lakh citizens. It continues to stay committed to its core objective of promoting safe driving behaviour in India. Compared to the previous year, NSDF has witnessed an impressive 126% growth in the sensitisation of wearing seatbelts. In addition, NSDF also conducts live simulated experiences around air bags through a simulated car crash. A 360-degree turn over highlights the use of seat belts, while sessions on road safety emphasises on road etiquette to stay safe. Under its Blue Citizenship CSR umbrella, NSDF by Nissan works to build awareness of safe driving in India. NSDF encourages drivers and passengers to wear seat belts, and participants learn through interactive activities the importance of wearing sea tbelts. Nissan seeks to support reducing fatalities and injuries caused by traffic accidents, and NSDF represents the company's commitment in contributing to young, vibrant and mobile India.

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Tuesday, 18 November 2014

The Lost Desire - #BringBackTheTouch

He was in a process of decline, the one which felicitates isolation from the world. Call it the stress at job, or the lack of passion which interpreted in every sphere of his life. It had been 3 years to the day they tied the knot, and the morning following that night was something they would never forget, he had made a breakfast for her. In a span of few minutes which had measured few years along, everything seemed complete. Yet, every morning today, all they do, is to execute the mutual exclusiveness of formality over a cup of caffeine, which they had stopped choosing, they were content with whatever being served.

The mornings passed as the dew drops falling off a leaf to which it no more belonged. The afternoons were the time they indulged in their work, evenings were spent in travelling and the nights in depression.

It was a tiring winter day, a season where even the sweat of hard work chills you down with cold. Sitting on the coffee table, waiting for the daily charge of caffeine, he seemed puzzled with thoughts. There, he sees Natasha bringing his coffee, and just like the previous days admires her, looking at her in daze, in an adorable way. Just as she approaches him, she is struck with the presence of a wooden plank on the floor, and the absence of very same thing from her eyes. She tumbles down. Rajat runs to her witnessing it, and asks her whether she is fine or not. “I cannot walk, my foot hurts”,she said. Rajat knew what was to be done, he picked her up and carried her to the room.

He isolated from her, or vice versa – they could never come to the conclusion. They still loved each other, the things were perfect just like how it were that morning, but something seemed to lack. Both knew the answer, but none of them ever questioned. It was passion.

There are stages of life when you have to take steps which decide your immediate future, and as well as the one which eventually settles down in coming years.

In those 20 seconds of travels, he had a ride which belonged to his past, to his beloved marriage and to the love they still sustained. In his arms, she felt secured again, she felt warmth in that cold morning, and the comfort ability which they shared, seemed to return to its not-so frivolous state. The 20 seconds had taught him the value of someone’s presence, and her – the value of him. There was a smile, and a blush which rose on each face. He admired her the whole day, taking care of her foot. They had brought back the old touch, touch of love, touch of inspire, a touch which makes them feel loved, a touch with sparks of life. It was a cold night, and a longer one than usual.

The morning was reminisce to the past, which Natasha fondly remembered – “Good Morning”, said Rajat bringing a cup of coffee and French toast to serve with.