The first line continued to move as a straight line. The second, when it began its journey, became a straight line parallel to the first one. They moved ahead together, not crossing each other, no conflicts, peacefully parallel.
And then one line skewed. Should the other too follow, so that peace continue? Well, no…that is not what happened… the skewed line was made to understand its mistake, and revert to the straight path… so they continued their peaceful journey…
The lines are the lives of a husband and wife… its also my family life…
We are born, we live and irrespective of who we are, what we have achieved in our lives, the same fate awaits all of us – death. So what’s the difference ?
A day ends, another begins… A week ends, a new week begins…The end of a month leads to a new month.. and so when the year finally ends, we begin a new year!
So why all this hype about the beginning… Every day is a new beginning…
Why wait for the new year for resolutions ? Any day, any week or any month beginning, is good enough, at least for me !
What do you think ?
A few weeks back people of Tamil Nadu were alerted about the oncoming cyclone, which had been named Nada. Schools were given two days holiday, and people queued up in front of grocery stores. Like everyone else, I too took all the warnings quite seriously and stocked up groceries, clean water, kept all the mobiles, power banks and laptops for charging.
Next day Nada arrived. We received rains, and strong winds. But there was nothing very fearful about it. Maybe people who travelled in two wheelers experienced something more.
On December 11th, 2016 came the warning of yet another cyclone, Vardah, approaching Chennai. By evening, schools had been given a holiday and my WA was flooded with messages advising caution. A few also mentioned that this time Chennai and a few other places of TN will be within the eye of the cyclone Vardah. As usual, I stocked up on groceries, clean water, charged all the gadgets. Since we had been warned that power supply may be affected, I even kept ready many board games and story books to keep my little one entertained. But none of these warnings prepared me for what I experienced the next day.
The next day, we all woke up early. It was drizzling with wind blowing. By 9 o’clock wind was slowly picking up speed. But we still had power supply, though I came to know from WA that many areas didn’t.
By 11 o’ clock stronger winds were blowing, and we lost our power supply. We kept watching the news through internet, and realized that Vardah had not yet entered land. Wind was gaining speed steadily. The dish of our dishTV connection was blown off.
By 1 o’ clock we heard loud thuds – the falling of coconut leaves. We peered out to see violent gusts of wind. Enveloped by the howling winds, and strong rains, we remained cocooned in our house. By 2:00pm, a deafening sound made us rush to our balcony window. We saw an entire tree had uprooted and fallen. Very soon another tree near our house also fell. It was very scary and my daughter started crying and then somehow controlled herself and started praying. There stood another tree exactly in front of our house, swaying menacingly unable to resist the powerful winds. It was by God’s grace that the tree somehow withstood the force of the wind.
We had lost our internet connection too, and even our mobile phone was not detecting tower. All the cables had been torn apart by the wind. Only our good old BSNL landline was working and we used that, after a really long time, to allay the fears of our dear and near who stayed in other places – the most advanced gadgets all lying useless.
I looked out at the fierce winds – the cyclone Vardah – surrounding us, and moving in a rhythmic way. I was awed, frightened and humbled witnessing the power of nature. Humans had been able to predict the coming of this cyclone, its speed, and even the exact places where it would affect, and the time it would enter land. We had been able to evacuate most of the people who would otherwise have been affected badly. Yet, fury of the winds left us all helpless and scared.
By evening, the wind speed had reduced. We spent the night in the company of oil lamps, like the old days, before electricity was introduced. Power supply was restored for around half an hour, by 1 o’ clock at night and then again at 4:00 am today morning.
Today, I saw in the news that more than 2000 trees had been uprooted and Vardah has wreaked havoc in the entire Chennai city. As I write this, power supply has again been cut-off, probably to remove the fallen trees. The fallen trees are yet to be removed, though people have come together and cleared a part of it to make way on the road.
Last December, floods caused disaster in Chennai and this year the cyclone. Both were equally frightening experiences, and will be etched in our memory forever. Thanking God, for having helped us survive this.