Friday, May 28, 2010

Tribute to our little Rishi.

A small tribute my nephew Rishi who left us all on the may, 26th, 2010.
- Raj

Hey Rishi! Love you tonnes! Sorry that we had to let you go so early. We will for sure miss you in every event of the family! No matter how lesser span you would have lived, your memories will live as long as each one of us are alive!

We will take care of your mom, dad and Arunika. You take care of rest of the family who will rest in peace with you! There are quiet a few up there!

Krithi, Sudhakar and Arunika, our hearts are with you and we hope you all recover soon from this. These are moments of truth and makes us even more stronger!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Friendships

I really am puzzled when this generation folks say he/she is best/true/great friend etc.,. I really don't get it! Can friendships be categorized? When you say someone a friend, he/she has done something to you that has had a long lasting impact on your life. Be it how trivial, an impact is impact! If this categorization is based on the frequency with which one has calls someone that way, then it is not right! I have friends all around the world from Erode to Europe, from Anna Nagar to America, From Bangalore to Bogota, and I don't even get to meet them or talk to them that often! So are they distant friends? No never! I know they wish me well and they want me succeed in what I do. After all this typing am still puzzled on what it means.. :)

Monday, May 10, 2010

Humanity. We still have it!

I knew the moment I completed reading this email, I had to send it! Quiet honestly I don't open my Gmail and never care to read any forwards there! But if I opened it today, I believe that I have to share it! Given the fact that I spend very less time with Nilaa and Leela these days by giving the excuse of too much work, here I'm after this publish, am gonna just take off!

Am not sure if this a story or a real incident, but for sure it touched my heart! We have the choice to make anyone's and everyone's second/minute/hour/day/month/year/life truly special and thats the very essence of this life we have! Lets treat everyone with respect and dignity no matter what caste/creed/color they belong to. Now go on and read........


At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its

dedicated staff, he offered a question:

'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.

Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.

Where is the natural order of things in my son?'



The audience was stilled by the query.



The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'

Then he told the following story:



Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a fatherI also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.



I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'



Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.

Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.



At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.



However, as Shay stepped up to the

plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.

The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.

As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.



The game would now be over.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.

Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.



Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.

Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!

Run to first!'

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.

He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.



Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.

B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.



All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'



Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!

Shay, run to third!'



As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team



'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.



Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!