Words!

Give me some sunshine, Give me some rain,

Give me another chance, I wanna grow up once again....

I got lost in these words while listening to the song.

No wonder i felt related or should I say, every grown up child, for once must have thought about his/her childhood.

I sometimes admire at the power of words. They can make u feel. They can make u go numb. They can make u cry and they make you laugh and roll on the floor.

Words have such immense power that they drive a human to success. They change forms. Sometimes words take shape of motivation. Sometimes they become Somebody's inspiration.

Words create magic in many cases..

A boy proposing a girl,

A husband caring for his wife

A dad motivating his son

A mother making her infant sleep

There are innumerable instances when words rule a person's soul,mind and body.

As they say every postive has a negative, Words too are part of this universe. They can become bad if used in a unhuman way. The same way as they motivate,they can kill too. Its upon us how we use it to our best.

With all respect to music,I say words are its soul. Without words, no music can sound special. I also agree to the fact that classical ragas create wonders without words but for me words make it complete!

As a child i loved playing with words and i'm happy that at 23 its still my favourite toy!

I will keep writing till my last breathe!

And that's a promise with the 'words' I have made to my soul.

That friendly neighbourhood Mechanic!

He is 26.  After a long search for one good garage, I sighed,"yes at last...my bike is in safe hands!"

1 hour ago...

It was a very lazy sunday.I had searched for long but always failed to find out one good garage near my house. Finally i stumbled upon a board plate naming "Devi Automobiles". A huge tree just besides the shop provided a comforatble shade for people working on the bikes. There was a banner having a slogan '"Only bikes and Humans allowed". I smiled at the banner. I stopped my bike and queried to a guy working on a bajaj eliminator.He was a dark,slim personality with a characteristic red T-shirt and a red cap giving his frail body the requisite cover.

I said,"brother...halat khasti hei iski...kuch karna padega"

He gave a smile and said, "dekhta hu..bas 5 min"

I took a newspaper and started reading. He finished up his current assignment and called me up.

"Bhai..aapka disc ukhad gaya hei..naya kit bithana padega...peeche ke brake kei liner ka game baj gaya hei"

Instantly, i felt the same old mumbaiyaness in his language!

I asked him,"Bhai kidhar sei ho tum?"

"Uttar Pradesh"..he said.

"Phir yeh mumbaiyaa accent kaha sei"?,I exclaimed!

"Yaha aake 3 saal ho gaya mujhe...accent toh aana hi tha",he replied.

Just as i was about to ask him another question his phone started ringing. Picking up the phone he said, "Yes rohan garage..what can i do for u? he kept continuing,"Oh i think the battery of your bike needs some charge...please bring it to my garage.I will have a look into it"

I was shell-shocked! The manner in which he was uttering his words would have left anybody spell-bounded!

My curiosity to know more about him increased.

I asked him," How much have you studied?"

"I'm doing my final year BA",he replied.

"Then why working in a garage?",I asked in english after knowing his prowess in the language.

"I love bikes. When i was small i used to stand near a garage near my hometown and kept a keen eye on what work was done. Slowly slowly i picked up the knowledge and applying it is what i'm doing",he said.

I got amazed and asked," Why did you go for arts..why not engineering?"

He laughed at my silly question.

"Obviously if I had enough money i would have done that. My dad is a truck driver. The money which he earned could only make us survive. Forget about engineering I'm lucky to have completed my schooling"

I felt a bit sad. I kept quiet for a while. I kept looking at what he was doing.The ease and speed at which he was performing his work was simply astounding.

After about an hour he finished all his work and said " Yeh lei Bhai...tera bike khatakhat ho gaya"

i said jokingly,"Woh toh chalanei kei baad hi pata chalega na"

I gave him the billed amount and said,"Brother im deeply influenced by your dedication and love for bikes...I want to see u putting up a much more big garage than this"

He smiled,"Yaah sure,why not"!

All the way back i was thinking,

We crib so much about our work.We always complain and make ourself stressed if our work does not get completed on time.Instead of loving our work we blame at its intensity.

I was happy atleast, one more lesson learnt and that too by a friendly neighbourhood mechanic!