Life: A Moving Train

Life is like a moving train,

It gives joy and it gives pain!

It moves raging on its rails,

Like the stream of blood running through my veins;

I see scenes passing frame by frame,

Like the pool of thoughts flowing in my brain;

There are stations passing by,

Like milestones down my memory lane;

At time it runs fast at times it’s slow,

There a lot in life that’s yet to know;

Just don’t stop or stay still,

Or else it’ll drive you insane,

Coz it’s not always sunny at times it rains!

But life goes on and it keeps moving,

Coz it’s like a moving train.

©Albert Abraham™

Apart

We’ve been apart for so long,
Maybe it was just a dream,

That we were along.
They say it’s life and it moves on,

Then why do I miss you even now

after so long?
Why couldn’t you feel the way I felt for you?

Couldn’t you see that I could bring down the moon for you?
Can’t you feel that my heart loves your soul?

Can’t you see that I miss you and I’m so alone?
We were friends then and now we are unknown,

It’s so sad to see that our time has long gone.
Kill this space between us and come close,

I wanna hug you and tickle your nose.

©Albert Abraham™

The story of an INDIAN Boy who was raised by CROCODILES will Befuddle to the core 

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Have you ever imagined a baby being swept in a river manifested by crocodiles and still surviving to make it his home? There’s none who wouldn’t flout such a thought. A similar case was reported in India in the second half of the 20th century. The story also has mythological overtones linked to it.

Back in 1957 or 1958, a lady named Somni was leaving for her home which was situated in village of Baragdava in Uttar Pradesh. She was grief struck as as huge dark figure blocked her way and forced himself on her.  The following year she gave birth to a boy, Ramchandra. In 1958 or 1959, when Ramchandra turned one, he fell into River Kuano and was spwet away by the crocodile-infested River. Legend has it, that once a holy man, a Brahmin, had dug a well alongside the river and when he climbed into it in order to bless it, he drowned in it. Somni believes that it was the spirit of the Brahmin only who had raped her and he returned to claim his son so that he could live with him in the river.

Needless to say, the villagers spurned Somni’s fiction and gossiped that she threw the boy into the river to escape the embarrassment of bearing a child to an unknown man who was not her husband. Everybody vehemently held this belief for many years until 1973. One day when a local priest was walking along the river, he witnessed a human-like creature who seemed to be walking on water.  He moved forward to observe him closely and saw that he looked like a human boy but possessed a dark greenish-black skin. He noticed that it plunged into the water, caught fish, ate it raw and went back inside the river. This news spread like wildfire and another villager supported this news when he saw the same. To verify it, all the villagers congregated by the river for few days to catch a glimpse of the creature, but all in vain.

Six years hence, in 1979, Somni witnessed the creature sleeping on the riverbank. Furthermore, she added that she went close enough to see that it had the exact same birthmark that was also on the body of Ramchandra. Everybody wanted to make sure if the creature was seen again so a round-the-clock vigil on the river was held. Apparently, he was even captivated and taken to the village. The creature was described to look like a boy who had a bullet-like head, callous green skin and feet as huge and hard as a rock. He appeared to have a non-humanly gait and was probably deaf and dumb as he made few expressions by continuously putting one hand to his forehead. The fish boy was terrified by the villagers who had gathered around him and he made a frantic escape back into the river.
This incident made the villagers believe that he was indeed Somni’s son. They started leaving bait in the form of food for him on the riverbank, and he apparently enjoyed it. This act made him intrepid of them and soon enough hundreds came by to see him taking the food. They also watched how he dived for fish or even chew on leafy green vegetables. Soon, the details of the Kuano Amphibian Boy made headlines in the newspaper Probe India, providing evidence to his existence.

Grief struck the fish boy in 1982, as he was captured by the villagers who were helped by two policemen. Luckily he made a narrow escape, diving back into the river and swam to Sanrigar, a nearby village. His sudden appearance had startled a lady who threw boiling water over him. He made his way back to the river and his corpse was found the following day. The dead body was scalded and had been covered in fish bites.

This story seems no less than a fantasy and there is only one photo that had been captured at that time. People claim that the boy survived as it had the no-breathe instinct that human babies generally have. Some claim that the extra layer of fat on human body gives us a buoyant force which must have helped him live. These assumptions seem null and void as Ramchandra was just one year old, when he was swept away by the river. Also, how could he have not been devoured by the ravenous crocodiles, even when he was not a swimmer.

The reports in the newspaper read that he was born between 1957-1958. It was first seen in 1973 so he would have been 15-16 years old. When the investigation by the newspaper, Probe India took place six years later, he would have been around 22 years. But the photograph seems to be of a boy and not a young man.

 Whether Ramchandra was deliberately thrown in the river or he himself fell into it is open to speculation. Still the grief the mother feels can’t be explained in words as Somni believed that creature to be her lost baby. Even though, there is little to no evidence about the Kuoni Aquatic boy on the Internet, this fantasy story keeps cropping up time and again in the Fortean times and is still remains unexplained

Short Story : The intimacy

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When I got home that night my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking about divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”

-Alankrit Srivastava

5 ways to stop reliving the painful memories

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If you tend to dwell on your misery and beat yourself up for your mistakes, commit to changing the way you think. It takes practice and dedication to stop ruminating, but doing so will help you feel better and behave more productively.
Amy morin from psychologytoday suggets 5 effective methods :

1. Recognize when it’s happening.

The more you ruminate, the more likely you are to get stuck in a negative cycle that is hard to break. Be aware of your thinking habits and pay close attention to the times when you keep rehashing and replaying painful events in your head. The quicker you notice it, the faster you can choose to think about something more productive.

2. Look for solutions.

Thinking about your problems isn’t helpful—unless you’re actively looking for a solution. Ask yourself if there is anything you can do about the situation. Commit to learning from your mistakes and solving your problems so you can move forward.

3. Set aside time to think.

Your brain needs a chance to process the things that go on in your daily life. Set aside 20 minutes each day to think, worry, or reflect. Put your “thinking time” in your schedule. When you notice you’re worrying or ruminating outside of that scheduled time, remind yourself, “I’ll think about that later.”

Knowing you’ll have a chance to think about a distressing topic at a later time can help you put it off. Sticking to your time limit will help you think about your problems in a more productive manner, while also preventing you from punishing yourself by rehashing your painful memories over and over again.

4. Distract yourself.

Telling yourself not to think about something could backfire—and cause you to think about it even more. The better way to distract yourself is to find a task that keeps you busy: Exercise, call a friend to talk about a completely different subject, or do a household project. Moving around will help you “change the channel” and prevent you from stewing over your distressing memories.

5. Practice mindfulness.

Mindfulness is the key to living in the “here and now.” When you’re mindful, you’ll be completely present in the moment. Like other forms of meditation, mindfulness takes practice, but over time, it can greatly decrease rumination.

©Alankrit Srivastava