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Sunday, December 28, 2014

When Death Comes...

When death comes,
People are wrapped with fear.
I am never welcomed,
Like how life is honored.

Death comes to all,
Some day it would take us away.
Seldom we try to live each moment, 
And then blame it all to god.

Come with me, 
Lie on your death bed.
Don't complain now,
Just smile on your fate.

You lived a complete life, 
Enjoyed every aspect.
Don't regret now, 
It will all come to an end.

Memories may flash in front of your eyes,
You learned to accept the dark reality of life.
Soon this will all end,
And you would begin all over again.

You boomed through those pleasures
Fought with the disappointments
Now shake hand with me
I am the master of your death.

You came alone,
I gave you a family.
You earned friends,
Life surprised you always.

You didn't lose any battle,
Just fell a few times.
You were a winner always,
That's why you were here.

People will remember you,
For the impact you are leaving.
World will wait for you,
For the braveheart you were.

Close your eyes now,
And fall asleep.
I will walk you through this pain,
You won't suffer much.
For I am the master of your world,
I would never betray you...



Friday, December 26, 2014

Lost a Pearl...


My eyes search for you,
Heart longs to hear your voice.
I lost a pearl,
In the strong waves of life.

I tried sailing through the storm
But couldn't hold on to it,
My ship wrecked in the middle
And I lost my gem.

Somehow I swam across the sea
 And reached the shore.
Hoping we would meet,
Was my only thought.

My eyes searched for you
But couldn't find you anywhere.
I was left alone,
Crying in the hot sun.
Nights were long,
Mornings were hollow.

You never turned around to look back,
I was still waiting for you.
You are somewhere far away from me now,
My eyes still search for you,
Heart longs to hear your voice again.

One mistake could prove so rough,
Never knew when our relation turned so tough.
I tried forgetting you
But couldn't,
I tried remembering u,
It hurt.

Befriended my pain I moved on,
Losing the battle I turned rough.
Things were never the same as it was before,
My eyes still search for you,
Heart longs to hear your voice again.




Wednesday, December 24, 2014

What will Santa gift me this Christmas?





There has been this myth always in our world that Santa Claus will come and bring happiness in your life. And it has lived for centuries now. Children still ask their parents every Christmas what will Santa gift them? They write letter to Santa, telling them about their life, sharing their little secrets and giving their wish list. There are few people who actually become Santa every Christmas to bring smile on the faces of many people. That is a noble gesture actually, if you make someone happy it fills your heart with immense happiness.

I keep asking myself this question every Christmas, what will Santa gift me? Till now I haven’t received anything.  This Christmas I don’t know why but I am hoping I might get something. Keeping fingers crossed!!!

Christmas is one festival which has its own flavour. Lights, decoration, cakes and wine.  People buy stuffs, decorate their Christmas tree, buy their children gifts and have a good time with friends and family. They don’t celebrate because it’s a festival. They celebrate because they get to spend time with their close ones. I like that part...

I hope this Christmas, Santa gifts me something too. I have been waiting since I was a kid. I am not a religious guy, I don’t believe in many things. I go to church not because I believe in Christianity. I go to church because I get peace of mind which I don’t get in temples. Holy place are meant to be quiet and calm. But the idea of holiness is very different in Hindu religion. Seriously!!!



I don’t want to offend any religion, people have their own beliefs and it is ridiculous to judge anyone’s belief. People do that more often now. They should not. If you don’t believe in something that doesn’t mean others would do the same thing. Point to be noted...

Just a thought crossed my mind this world is reaching its saturation point. Religion has been mixed with terrorism, belief is combined with materialism, faith is dying day by day and humanity is losing its battle every day. Sad but true...

We make resolutions every year but seldom do we fulfil them. Then why make such promises when you know you cannot do justice with them. That is the reason I don’t make any resolutions. True that!!!

If you really want to do something, try to become a good human being. The rest will all fall in its right place. I am not kidding!!!

I am writing after months and I know I am not making any sense. But do we have to make some sense all the time. Sometimes it is fine to just scribble something and don’t make any sense out of it. Try it sometime...

Earlier when I use to write, I was always in pain. I use to channelize my negative thoughts into something positive. And it use to help. Trust me it does!!!

But now things are quite different. I am living my dream. I am happy. And I don’t know how to share this happiness. How to describe the essence of this feeling? How to put it in a right way? Moreover, I return to my home quite late and all I do after coming back from work is sleep. Feel good factor!!!

So today I thought let me write something which might not make any sense and see how it goes. Why I am saying that I am not making any sense because I started with Christmas, talked about the dreams of children, touched upon religion and terrorism, New Year resolution and then came back to my life. And I managed to complete the cycle...

Wish you all Merry Christmas!!!

Hope Santa brings lots of happiness in your life and I expect you to share it with others. Sharing is caring...

I pray that you succeed in your life and I hope that this Christmas you actually bring smile to many faces. There are people out there who are not as lucky as we are. Try to do something for them. You may not try and change the world but a little contribution from you might give happiness to many.

Keep believing, stay safe and be happy.


   

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Lone Wanderer…



It was dark. I checked my watch; it said 8:30pm. It wasn’t that late, I reflected. But here I was, miles away from home in Himachal Pradesh and I had missed the last bus to Dharamsala from Bhagsu Nag Mountains. The roads were steep and several kilometers away from my hotel. A thought crept in my mind of spending the night outside but I had to let it go as it was getting too cold out here.

My friend Saswat sat down on a bench, held his head and let out a sigh of relief. I asked few cab drivers to drop us, overpriced they were. They tried taking advantage out of our helplessness, thinking we would give in and pay him how much ever he asks for.

“What you want to do?” I asked Saswat

“I don’t know. We can look for a hotel here.” He said

“It will be too expensive here.” I said and then a crazy thought crossed my mind, a weird smile came on my face.

“Let’s walk”

I said and started walking. I am sure anyone else would have been there in his place would have dismissed this crazy thought of walking down these slopes. But there was a guy who wanted to have some adventure and was a partner in my crimes.

We had backpacks stuffed with clothes, laptops and camera. It weighed at least 10 kgs. We had no water on us. The road was dark, no lights to guide us. On one side there was dense forest, mountains on the other side of the road. We had no clue where the road ends. One wrong step and we would have fallen deep down. But we kept on walking, kept on talking.  

Not even a living soul was there, the road was deserted. All one could see from thousands meters above sea level was lights coming from the city. It looked amazingly beautiful. As if I was in space and the city looked like stars twinkling bright on a dark night. Every time we kept looking back, realizing we have walked down so much gave us a great feeling of conquering our inner desires.

We crossed St. Johns Church, the graveyard. A thought crossed my mind to spend some time at the graveyard but I dismissed it immediately. Not that I was scared but there was point in jeopardizing our safety for this. The road that led to the graveyard was uneven and even a slight mistake would take our life, as it is at a good height.

The stretch from Bhagsu Nag Mountains to Dharamsala is 15kms. In between for 5-6 km there is a military base. We were caught by army officers, they kept asking weird questions. I showed them my press card and immediately there was a change in their expression and tone. They offered us lift to our hotel. We decided to walk and finish the journey we had set for us. Moreover I don’t want someone to help me out just because I belong from Media fraternity.

We kept talking about useless stuffs, talked about weirdest things we had done in past, we sang, we even danced in the middle of highway. I had never done that. While I was walking suddenly this thought crept in mind, maybe this moment would never come back and I might regret that I couldn’t dance then. I always had this weird thing in mind to do; I wanted to dance on the middle of a highway. And the very next moment I started dancing. People who know me, they know that I don’t dance at all. I always shy away from dancing in front of people. I get conscious and then I can’t dance.

But there I was, in some unknown place on a highway dancing like crazy. There are certain things in life which I have to do and doesn’t matter how crazy or stupid it might be, I have to do it. Life has blessed me with what I asked for. There is nothing much asks from my life. I am doing things that I wanted to do. Plan a trip somewhere and explore the places, food, drink and stuffs that make those places special.

Travel excites me. There are people who think I am crazy. But whenever I get a chance to travel, I love to do. Last vacation I just took my bag and went to Varanasi to cover Durga Puja. Even there I had my part of adventure. This time also I decided to come here. Amidst the mountains and chilly weather, it’s fun. People usually prefer going back to their home in vacations, I prefer exploring new places. Not that I don’t like going back to home, but travelling is more important for me.

I wanted to do this. I don’t know whether this was adventurous or not, for me it’s more than that. I realized one thing about myself. I may get tired doing things that I don’t want to do. But when it comes to doing things that I love to do I never get tired. While I kept walking down enthusiastically, I could feel the adrenaline rush in my body.


For many, it is just a trip to a new place. For me it is something else, something that I cannot define in words. Something that I feel only at that particular moment when I am experiencing the thrill. For many more such adventures to come and many places to be explored, I will see you on the other side soon. 


Sunday, October 12, 2014

Enlightened by the experience…


Varanasi or Banaras (Benares) - the holy city of Ganga, still has the smell of ancient times. It is the major tourist spot in India, which contributes the most, in terms of economy. The city has everything one asks for, good food, great places to visit, quite friendly and diverse environment with a mixture of different climatic conditions.

Roads are always clogged with people, guides trying to sell you a lemon and people from all sort of background come together here. The beautiful Ghats of Varanasi among the other tourist spots is one of the major attractions, especially the evening Ganga Aarti. It wraps up the entire city in its divine feeling.

Ganga Arti in Varanasi


The city has a great history. India has been ruled by many rulers; every one of them tried to set up their establishment at Benares (then), but failed to do so. Not only history but also in the Hindu mythological stories it plays an important role. This everyone knows or must have read in books or on internet and many of you must have noticed while visiting this city.

When I was Delhi, a week ago, the day I decided to go Varanasi to cover the festival, since then my excitement knew no limits. The fact that I love to travel and this was the first time, I was supposed to travel as a journalist, instilled loads of excitement in me. I had a backpack and a DSLR camera, while travelling one should always prefer carrying light luggage. I reached Varanasi on 27th September 2014 at around 3 am. The ticket was not confirmed and so I couldn’t sleep the entire night and I had loads of work waiting for me in Varanasi.

I realized the very first day that it is not easy at all. It may sound easy but when you are actually on the field, it is tough. First of all, you know nothing about the place, doesn’t matter what research you have done on internet, it never helps. To a certain extent from tourist’s point of view information over internet would help. But as a journalist, you need to be realistic.

People don’t want to talk about serious stuff, they are not even bothered about the problems, they only complain. Police would say, everything is peaceful here, Government officials would pretend as if they are quite busy and the aam janta won’t talk. Every now and then you will be fooled by someone; you will be always given wrong address. You will have no other option than to trust that person. I was fooled four times in a day.

The problem is when people come to know that you are from outside and you are trying to look into their matter, many don’t like it. They would rather prefer their city journalist than someone from outside, doesn’t matter what you are trying to do.

Although it is amusing when you don’t know anything about the place and you end up finding things that you never expected to find out, it gives you a moral boost. I was there for five days; I use to go out every morning around 8 am and come back by 11 pm. I worked nearly fourteen hours a day to explore the city and more than that the stories which was buried deep.

It’s been 80 days as a journalist, and I can see that I am developing an eye for stories. When I joined, I remember how everyone used to tell us, as you move ahead in this profession; you develop an eye for stories. Whatever I was told is coming in use now, before reaching the spot I am arranging the notes so that I ask direct questions to people and don’t lose focus from the story. It is very important to know the right questions that you want to ask. Cross-checking information is the most important. The good part is whenever I come across any information, I always cross-check it.

Idol of Durga at Dashashwamedh Ghat


It feels good at the end of the day when I come back to my room, I know that, I have worked hard and I deserve a sound sleep. It feels good to know that these small-small aspects which we were told in start are coming automatically to me now, when I am at the spot it just comes to me and I do that. Later on, I realize that I was actually doing that.

In five days I managed to cover almost 80% of Varanasi and I have some idea now about the city. The day when I reached here, I had no clue how I am going to cover the city. I was afraid whether I will be able to follow my brief or not. I got really frustrated the first day itself after roaming around the whole day in the hot sun, I felt that I took a bad decision and this is not my cup of tea. But now it feels like I am able to do justice with my brief.

After spending five days in Varanasi, I went to Patna my hometown which is hardly 4 hours from there to cover Dussera. Fortunately or unfortunately I got to cover a stampede followed by a riot on the last day of the festival. As a journalist, they say it’s fortunate to be there in such situation. This has journalism done to me now. Although it was a sad day for the city, several people lost their live deep down somewhere there was a feeling of I don’t know what but whatever it was, it felt good to be able to cover the catastrophe.




Monday, September 22, 2014

Flashback...

“It’s been two months now since I came here.” I said

“Seriously man. Time passes by so quickly” said Anirudh

“Yeah” I said

“What do you think about this part of your life?” asked Anirudh

“I call this small part of my life ‘Happiness’. You know, I was quite bad in meeting deadlines. And now after being able to do that and live up to my expectation, it feels great. If this is how one feels when dreams start turning into reality then yeah I am living my dream and most importantly, enjoying it. Despite the workload and working over-time every day, I don’t complain. Although, I have no weekends to spare for myself, I am happy.” I said

“Man, seriously. I can feel that energy. It must be a great feeling.” He said

I remember throughout my life, I have been so undisciplined. I never managed to do things on time; except for a few that I loved to do. I remember how I used to get scolded from everyone, and how I used to just let it go with a smile on my face. But when I landed here, I knew there was no turning back. Doesn’t matter how tough life gets, I have to survive it.

I still can’t forget the final review of my project. The day when everything possibly went wrong and how I managed to survive that. The day, when I had to borrow formals before giving my presentation as I was unaware of the fact that we were supposed to come in formals. The day, when in the middle of our final presentation, my team mate’s phone started ringing, not once but twice. The day, when during the demo suddenly something happened and our software stopped working. Despite of everything that went wrong, we managed to perform things which we were not sure about.

At one point I thought I am not gonna make it. But when we showed the demo of our project, that one moment saved the day for us. The way we managed to pull it off left me in the awe of that moment. I regained my confidence which was shattered the moment I entered the conference room. And that day I felt there was some supreme power above us, which actually saved our ass. There was someone sitting out there who kept a close eye on us.  

I remember the moment when our guide told us that she can’t do anything to help us. She had to approve our project before we give the presentation. If she doesn’t approve it, we fail. Three of us were sitting in the corridor while everyone was busy preparing their presentations. We looked at each other and didn’t utter a word. Things started flashing in our head, what if we have to repeat this project again? One more year.

That very moment I got up, “Where are you going?” asked Pranav.

“I can’t sit like this and do nothing about it.” I said

“What we can do about it? Whatever we did, everything has gone in vain. There is no use of trying anything now.” He replied

“I know things are not in our favor. But we got to try till the very last moment. Can you think of spending one more year here while everyone will be loading their bank accounts with cash?”

“What can we do?” he asked me

“Do things that we have never done before in our life. Beg for one chance to show our project, from there we can take it to a new level.”

“Okay. Let’s go.” He said

Had he not supported me that time, I wouldn’t be here, living my dream, as what I love to call it. I would have been stucked in that college for one more year with no justification to give to my parents. In short, my life would have been screwed.

We entered our guide’s cabin again, she refused even to talk to us. She pretended as if she was very busy. It was quite frustrating, yet we were supposed to be patient. We tried thrice to talk to her, she didn’t. Left with no other option, we were about to leave when she called us back in.

“What you want me to do?” asked our guide

“Ma’am I know we couldn’t meet few deadlines, but we have worked really hard for this. I can’t think about spending one more year here.” I said

“I am not going to correct your reports; it will go to the authority the way you guys have made it. I will sign wherever you want me to but do not expect any sort of help from my end. Whatever happens in conference room, you guys have to pull it off. If you manage to impress the board with your project then well and good, or else you will have to spend another year here. And believe me; I am not going to make this easy for you guys once you start with your presentation. I don’t have any personal grudge with anyone of you; it’s the fruit of your deed. Are you ready?” she said

“Yes ma’am” we said in unison

She signed our reports; we came out and started preparing for our presentation. Every other group’s reports were corrected by their guide, ours not. Their presentation was corrected by their guide, ours not. We knew we were at disadvantage and they will try their best to bring us down. They need just one reason to screw us up.

All we had was few hours, six reports and a presentation to prove ourselves. We entered the conference room, I saw my guide sitting there beside our project coordinator and the main guy, in whose hands our fate rested.

We submitted our reports and then our guide and coordinator started bitching about us to the main guy. It seemed as if they were not our guide and project coordinator. It seemed more like they were someone who wanted three of us to fail. They tried everything to break us.

“You guys don’t want to pass?” asked the main guy

“Can we start with the presentation?” we said

“Okay. Let’s see what you have done.” He said

We started with our presentation, it was decided Pranav would start the presentation then I will join followed by Anirudh and then I will conclude it. But that didn’t happen. The moment Pranav started with the presentation, his phone started ringing. Immediately he put it on silent and I covered his slides so that there was no break. After a while, his phone again started ringing and this time it pissed everyone off. I asked him to switch it off and again our project coordinator and guide started ranting about it.

Somehow we managed to finish off our presentation and then they started firing question at us which we tried to answer in best possible way. Few we knew, few we didn’t. But we didn’t tell them that we don’t know; we figured out the answers and told whatever we knew about the subject. The problem was, purposely they were asking us questions which we didn’t know.

“Good enough. Show me your demo.” He said

We showed the demo of our project. He asked few more questions which we answered easily.

“Do one thing, I want you to make few changes now in your project and then show me the demo. If it works, you pass. If it doesn’t then I don’t need to tell you anything more.” He said

He told us what he wanted us to do. I took the laptop and went out. We started working on it. We were able to make those changes but it didn’t work. We got panic. We tried once, nothing happened. Twice, still nothing happened. And we kept on trying. But nothing happened.

Pranav and Anirudh sat on the floor distressed. I kept on trying. The feeling of failing again started enveloping us, it was scary. Mind started wandering to different places, sweat appeared on my forehead, head turned heavy and I choked. I was close to tears, cursing God for making our life hell. My hands were shivering with fear; I was planning to switch from engineering to journalism. If I fail today, then that will never happen and life will be doomed. I kept on trying and then suddenly it worked. Whatever I did, I don’t even remember what it was but our project worked.

I took the laptop and ran inside the conference room with full speed. Anirudh and Pranav followed me. We went inside, kept my laptop on the table in front of them and started showing the demo.
They were shocked to see us. They tried asking innumerous questions again but this time I had regained my confidence and answered every question with ease. They tried everything they could have to restrict us but they failed.

“Nothing can stop you guys now. I am happy with your work.” He said

“You guys made it.” Said our project coordinator

Goosebumps, sweat beads and tears. We came out, screamed, shrieked and yelled. It was party time. Now we knew nothing can stop us. It wasn’t easy as it seemed. But we did it. In a moment, things changed quite dramatically. A moment before we were not sure whether we will pass or not. And here we were. We held our head high and chest pumped up with joy. Everyone congratulated us. They knew we had no one to help us and we were showered with tough questions yet managed to pull it off in style.

Finally before leaving, we met our guide and undoubtedly she was impressed. She seemed satisfied now. She gave us few tips for future and wished us luck. Things started falling back at its right place. The project coordinator seemed happy too.

When I recall this moment, I feel happy and satisfied. Time is the best teacher and it teaches us everything which is necessary for that moment. Four years in engineering I enjoyed a lot, and life was really easy. Now I work every day, in past two months I got just two days as a leave. Every day I chase deadline, go out to cover some story, try to master the art of photography, design newspaper and work my ass off. I come back quite late at night and all I do is sleep. I feel sleep deprived at times, but I am happy with the way life is going. I have no complains now. N fact it feels as if time is less and there are lots of things which I have to do.


After all this, I have realized one thing. If you want to do something big in life, you have to make your own path. You cannot wait for the opportunity, you have to jump and grab every opportunity which comes your way.   



Friday, September 19, 2014

Life was not unfair, it was my past deeds…

Amidst the ruins of Feroz Shah Kotla, a man in his late forties, messed up grey hair, rugged beard dressed in decent clothes unwashed for a while sits among the lot of beggars with hopeful eyes and regret in his heart, waits for that day when he will be able to walk again.

In first sight, one would get confused with his personality which gives the impression of a decent background, Sunil Agarwal finds it difficult to survive in the city. An accident and his past deeds, which not only took away his livelihood but his family in one stroke, he feels despised by his deeds which has turned his life upside-down.

Born and brought up in Mughalsarai, Uttar Pradesh; Sunil Agarwal used to run his clothes business. Belonging from a business-class family, he made a place in his community with his business skills. Not long before, he replays the moments of his joyful life, and reflects how his bad habits turned into a curse for him.

When a person starts succeeding in his life, then sometimes it gets tough to handle it. As a consequence, he too became the victim of own life. His drinking habits exponentially increased with time and money flowing into his life turned him into a gambler. Most of the time, he used to be drunk and losing every day in gambling frustration was seeping through in his life and it started reflecting in his business. The money that he used to earn through his business were flowed mindlessly in evening.

As days passed, his business went down and he had no option but to shut it down. He lost every penny that he earned and as a result he was cast away from his own community. With no money in bank and three mouths to feed, he arrived in Delhi last year in search of a job. Luckily he found one in a retail store at Chawri Bazaar. He rented out a small house in Chandni Chawk and life seemed to look upon him once again. But his drinking habits still continued to distract him from his work.

“My wife lost her trust in me when we were forced to leave our ancestral home and come to Delhi. She used to abuse me daily and I knew that it was because of my deeds. I deserved it.”

Every night there used to be fights, abuses and a dose of mocking that he used to get every time he sat idle in his home. Life wasn’t unfair, it was the result of his past deeds and not been able to live up to the expectation of his family, he was distressed. Although his son was the only constant source of encouragement which he got. His son started working and used to help him to manage the household. But when unable to manage his household, his wife threw him out of the house when he didn’t mend his ways.

“I was thrown out of my own house for the second time. That night I got drunk and passed out. When I opened my eyes I was in pain and my leg didn’t move.”

He met an accident that night which turned him into a crippled. With no money to spare for his medication, the condition of his leg was really bad. Since then he had been living outside the gate of Feroz Shah Kotla. Every Thursday when people come here to offer prayer, he manages to earn little which he uses to survive throughout the week.

He has realised his mistake but it’s too late now. However he wish to get up someday on his own legs and start working again. He never enter the Kotla premises. He feels he don’t deserve to enter inside.


“I don’t want to enter the part of the Masjid, I feel unfit and unworthy of the place. I would only enter the shrine when he is able to walk and work again.” he said

Sunil Agarwal sitting outside the gate of Feroz Shah Kotla.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Disabled from Society...

Today after watching a glimpse of Accsex, a documentary by Shweta Ghosh I was left a little perturbed. The documentary talks about disabled people who are discarded from the society. It shows how they have dealt with their problem and what do they think about beauty and sexuality.

I have never given this a thought, to be honest. How it feels like? How does it feel like when you can’t see anything around you? And you have to either accept what others tell you or never ask any questions. How does it feel like when you can talk but cannot listen to your own words? When you can see and listen but cannot speak. You are not able to even express yourself to anyone around you. It must be very frustrating. And no one can ever understand the problems that they have to deal with in their daily life. This documentary shows how they have accepted their disability as a part of their life and how they have found a way to lead their life. The film-maker took the life of five women from Delhi, each suffering from some problem and how they have blossomed in their life.

A blind woman operating computer better than normal people, polio contracted women who are no longer imprisoned inside the walls of their house and a deaf girl who is a graphic designer is never bothered by her deafness. They are inspiration for all those who think disability is their weakness in life.

“My scooty is my leg, I cannot walk. And it is my scooty which helps to go anywhere I want, without my scooty I feel lonely. It feels as if something is amiss” reflects a polio-affected girl.

However movies and documentaries are playing a crucial part in motivating them but the way they are always looked upon by everyone around them often de-motivates them to do something in their life. For instance, their families are over protective towards them, people show sympathy unnecessarily and never let them do anything. Some do out of concern; many actually think they are good for nothing. The way they are labeled as abnormal is very disturbing.

Earlier I never had any opinion for them, and I am happy that I was never among those who judged them based on their disability. Still I don’t have any opinion. But after watching a small part of the documentary, it has helped me to understand their state a little better. And we do need people like them who are inspiration for everyone.

All they need is someone who can listen to them. They don’t need people’s opinion or suggestion about how to lead a life. They just need someone by their side who can just listen to what they have to say, what they have to express. Imagine. How it will feel like if from tomorrow you are not able to express yourself even after trying your best. It is a nightmare.

Disabilities are natural, no one asks for it. But how the world has disabled them from the society is a big question. Ask yourself. Imagine their state. Put yourself into their shoes. Push the boundaries of your thinking, open your eyes and don’t restrict yourself to someone’s opinions. It is not necessary what has been told since beginning must be true. Help them out of concern, don’t mock on their disability.  


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