Maa! Tum kaisi dikhti ho?

I woke up to a thunderstorm this morning and immediately stretched hand to grab my "specks". I hardly ever keep it at a distance of more than a meter on either side of the bed. So, it didn’t even cross my mind that I could have kept it somewhere beyond that one meter. I kept on searching it for over a min. Anyone who use “specks” can understand what exactly I mean by "one-meter" and "over-a-min".

No! It’s not that I can't get up from bed without it, but psychologically, I can’t imagine things without it; more precisely, I can't see my life without it.
Suddenly, I could recall that last night I had kept it in the living room. Seriously, I can’t explain how I felt, though ephemerally, after seeing the specks.
I rushed to pull up the window blinds. Wow! I could not have expected better morning than this. View of rain drops falling on lake made me forget that it was the beginning of the WTF, and I have to get ready for so called 9-6.

It didn’t end here; somehow, most part of the day that "over-a-min" kept me haunting. At work, between correlated sub-queries, my wired brain had formed a loose emotional circuit.

If "over-a-min" can make me think like this, then what a mother would go through when someone whisper to her in the middle of the night - "Maa! Tum kaisi dikhti ho??"
How would that person feel who never sees the woman gave birth to him/her, even though that woman sits beside him/her for entire life? How the person would go through who don't even have reason to search the specks?

Is not this height of cruelty?
Is this result of sudden leakage of few hormones from some nook of my brain making me question like this?
Well, I don't know why? Or is this just symptom of my diluted compassion?
I am too inept to understand the behaviour of any such hormones. It just controls the brain the way it wants.  That reminds me of a recent conversation I had with Naveen on Friday evening (EST):

"Bhai, one Air India flight crashed at Banglore Airport," I told Naveen.
"Kitne baje? Flight number kaun si thi?" he asked me.
"Aaj Subah. Overshot the runway; Dubai se aa rahi thi," I gave him the details from the news that I was watching.
"Are, Sunil (his colleague) too was in that flight. He boarded the flight from Dubai which was scheduled to land this morning at Banglore airport.
"For a moment I felt as if I could not breathe. OMG! No! Abe aisa nahin hoga. Call your lead. Get Sunil’s itinerary," I sounded scared.
"Bhai, main call kaat raha hoon... let me get his details," before Naveen could disconnect he shouted, "It is Manglore not Banglore."
Why did I say? - "No! Abe aisa nahin hoga"
Why do our hormones react only when we hear something about someone, with whom we can relate ourselves, directly or even distantly?
We hardly discussed that thereafter, and even I felt the blood vessels were behaving as if nothing had happened.

Similarly, every time I see the lovely kid Vasundhara or Diwakar singing, I feel -
" GOD! WHY?"
The Stupid, Insensitive, Selfish hormones.

GOD, why didn’t you pour an extra gallon of hormones, which could let us feel others suffering without relating to them, which could make us human. Most of the time, I can visualize the things till I see it in some form, be through TV, Print News or any other medium; it fades sooner than later. How excruciating it is for the family and friends who lose someone?

Wait a second! How many Zeros 17,000,000,000 have?
No! This is not the distance of any planet from Earth. This is the amount (1700 Crore) that Sahara paid to buy a cricket team. By simple arithmetic, dividing this amount by 100000 (1Lakh) would result in 170000 (1.7Lakh) people. I am sure; I don't need to mention anything further.
Why is India not blessed with altruistic sons like Gates or Buffet who contribute $ Billions for the betterment of the people, society?

Now I think, does a hormone really learn from others? Does that mean one generation has to inculcate THAT culture for the younger one's to follow?
I know expecting such answers are too vigorous a thought to be legitimate in any form, and there can’t be any substitute for pragmatism; so I expect my own hormones to behave than expect from any one else.

Having said that, morally, I don’t understand, why in this world, would any one ever refuse to receive the interest even after withdrawing the principal amount?

GOD, can’t we all make a culture of “Eye Donation” so that no Mother ever has to hear this in the middle of night - "Maa! Tum kaisi dikhti ho??"

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