ASHA KIRAN, WHERE WE MET A REAL BARFI...

Was just remembering my old days, today. It was 5th march of this year.After walking for 3 miles in the scorching weather, I and my friend Shivee reached Asha Kiran, an orphanage for girls at Bhubaneswar run by Slajus.

 As we entered there, we saw little girls eating boiled potatoes and rice happily. At that moment we felt ashamed of complaining abou the food we eat.

 We asked a girl if she knew since when she is here, but she was unaware of it. My partner asked her does she knows about her mom and dad. And the girl gave a carefree no, in answer. She did not even seem to know about what is the importance of parents in one’s life. For her and many other girls like her, family meant the home of Asha Kiran and they only know one relation, the relation they had with their care takers.

 The girls had only one brother, Shishir kumar, a speech and hearing impaired person. We talked to him in written. Happy and content with whatever he has, he looks after all the girls there. He even studies in 2nd year Arts in a nearby college.

We have always complained and seen people complaining about their lives. But only a single meeting with them has made us realize how lucky we are. If you still think, you have too much pain to bear, we would request you to visit them and look at their smiling faces.

These people gave us the best lesson of our lives :

LIFE IS NOT ABOUT GETTING THE BEST FOR YOURSELF...

IT IS ABOUT BEING AT YOUR BEST WITH WHATEVER YOU GET...

DON'T LET YOUR DREAMS BE DREAMS!!

Today, on my way back to hostel, I saw something which propelled me to write after a long time. I won’t take much of your time making you read the introduction and such usual parts that an article must have. I would just begin.

I saw an old man selling posters; funny ones, inspiring ones, love ones and the attitude ones. I read the top one, while passing by. It said “What seems to be the end may really be a new beginning”.

The quote forced me to halt to browse through all of them. I had just forgotten my zest for writing since months, for I have been so tensed about placements. The posters forced me to appreciate the inner meaning they had. I looked at the seller’s condition; tampered clothes, poverty-stricken, malnourished yet he exactly had what I needed the most during this crucial time of my engineering life.He had all of them, all those posters which have the potential to inspire us, to heighten our spirits, yet it was nothing more than a paper to him which he just ought to sell.

‘Buy this one; see it has a beautiful picture’, he said interrupting my thoughts.
You don’t buy them for the picture but for the quote, I told him.
Just to satisfy him I looked at it. It said in bold letters, “The day you wish your dreams good-bye, is the day you really die”.
Then I looked at the picture, a man climbing a mountain, with abyss all below him. Yet climbing, because that’s what he dreams for.

You should buy this one, my friend said.
Indeed. It reminds me of my broken guitar, the songs once I have made and all the things I want to write about which has nothing to do with engineering.
Will you explain to me the meaning of this quote, the seller interrupted us.

I did the same.
‘I dream of making my son a mechanical engineer and I won’t let this dream die.

You shouldn’t, I said. I hope one day he will become one. 

 He smiled.I know the meaning of all of them, my son goes to school and he explains them to me. I wanted to see if you know it or have just forgotten them!!!

Dazzled, I asked him how much it costs. It costs you your dreams to live he said. Take it for no money but for your dreams!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR