WOW: No One Knew

There is a good side & a bad side of everyone. People out there have seen a stupid, silly, dumb, mean me. Not many people know that there is a side of me which sympathizes with people who feel like committing suicide.
Because I have been through the feeling of being alone, having no hope, losing all what you had, all what you have worked for in the matter of seconds.
The feeling when you just want to end life, thinking that is what is the answer for all the problems.
Then, I started a blog and had something to pour out my feelings to.

Now, Im successful, happy, loved by everyone.
Not all are as lucky as I am.

My post is number 9th in the list

People try to kill themselves for gravest reasons to reasons as silly as "not able to see their favorite TV channel"

Nobody knows that I am a volunteer at the anti-suicide helpline & I work in a different identity.
It feels good when after months or years you get an email from someone whom you spoke to, thanking you for stopping them from killing themselves.

Its been more than 3 years, that I have stopped my "helpline" work. But, when I did, it gave me an immese satisfaction.

The feeling you get, to bring smile to a stranger who doesn't know who you are is priceless

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WOW: Inspiration

I was inspired to follow my dreams.
I went behind following it
And fell from the balcony
Then I realized I was sleep-walking

Sent from the hospital with a few fractures here and there

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WOW: Writer

I am a writer, I swear on God I am!

Not that any of my books have been published, neither has it even reached the stage where an editor has ever proof read it. 

But, I am a writer.

I have that typical lost faraway look, I have a loose bag. I sit in a corner of a coffee shop alone, with the laptop open in front of me, a cup of coffee that has run cold and I have made a million dots on my notepad by just tapping it with my pencil when I am thinking. 

I have also broken many pencils doing this, and I also chew the back of the broken pencil when I am in deep thought of what I am about to write.

I have progressed, I have a MsWord screen open in front of me with one sentence that says "I am a writer"

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Got published again WOW-Writer

WOW: That Gruesome Day

There is one image I cannot get out of my head ever in my life.

Well, there is this little story I really want to share.

I had to get a medical test done for some Government thingy, and it had to be done by Govt run hospitals only.
And, being new in this city, I knew only two Govt hospitals. The first one I ran from pillar to post and didn't get my work done.
And the second Govt hospital is the one, I swore to God I would never go back again and also prayed that no one should ever go to this kind of place again even if that person happens to be my sworn enemy.

Well, if you want to know what gruesome is, please visit the "Burns Ward' of a Govt hospital. The sight will want you to thank god and your parents to bless you.

In toto, of 5 beds in the ward with badly burnt human bodies, a flimsy net with holes covering them. Other about 60% odd burnt human bodies lying on the floor, with their relatives fanning off the insects from over them. Rats running around the ward that is supposed to be quarantined and speck clean. Chipping walls, that acrid stench of damp walls, flesh, sweat and medicines would make you cringe.
After, you pass this ward and come out, that is another sight that would make you want to either cry or run off as fast and as far as possible.

A man with an amputated bleeding hand plastered in rags, a crying baby in its mothers arms, all lying outside the hospital under scorching sun waiting for someone from the hospital to attend to them.

This is the plight of the poor of this country, free-run hospitals are least bothered about the people, their health or anything. I wonder, where do the tax-payers money go.

Got Published in Write Over Weekend - August 9th

I wonder, what is the point of the doctors taking an oath to save peoples lives. i wonder, what happen to basic humanity. I just wonder..

Oh, in the end of all of that I did not get my work done, because the doctor did not turn up.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Got Published in Write Over Weekend - August 9th

WOW: Is it a dream?

I shifted into a new house, that has a pretty garden and nice beautiful attic. I plan to convert the Attic into a reading room, and I have in mind the perfect old blue sofa with soft fabric, already lying in the attic. It will give a Victorian feel to the reading room.

Wait a minute? What is this behind the sofa, a diary?

Oh my God, its dated in the 1800's, Wow!
This is treasure.

I have to read this, *opens the book* and FLASH

Where am I?

Who is this? Why does it look like me/ And What am I wearing?

Tailed waistcoat? and super fine china? I can't afford that?

Something is surely wrong here? *closes book*

Still sitting in the attic, thinking *Was this my dream? Or was that book a Time Machine*

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Got featured on Write Over Weekend - August 2nd