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take my hand

'take my hand'
those three words,words which made the difference all the difference.

Supriya stood quavering on the ledge of the balcony,looking down 15 floors.She had been quite sure,that today she would end her life.She had never been sure about anythung in her life .always the confused lost girl,who cud not make up her mind abt the pink dress or the blue top to mwear to college.even in the college canteen she could not make up her mind abt the paneer masala or dal fry..she could not choose her masters degre..nor could she decide which movie to watch..But when faced with the choice of life and death-she had chosen death.
in al of her indecisive life this had been the only decision she had ever made.
standing on the ledge,gave her the confidence she never felt in all of her 20 years of 'worthless life'.so why was she still holding on to the balcony railing?all she had to do was let go and be free-so what held her back?
it was the words of the fireman standing behind her urging her to,' TAKE MY HAND'. three words which meant more than any other words..
it reminded her of the time she was 6 and had gone to a big mela.' take my hand' her father told her ,so that u dont get lost.
it reminded her of the time she was 10 and learning to skate. the instructor had said 'take my hand 'so u dont fall and hurt yourself.
it reminded her of the time she was 12 and her friend had said 'take my hand' so u don't miss the bus.
it reminded her of the time she was 17and had taken part in a human chain formation ,the person next to her had said 'take my hand' so that we all unite for a common cause.

and each of these times she had reached out-so that she did not get lost, so that she did not fall and get hurt,or miss the bus,so that she felt part of a bigger cause.
that day supriya let go of the railing... and took hold of the hand.she reached out.
life is not like two items on a menu or like clothes in the hangar.
life is about the choices you make and when the only choices you have is between despair and sadness-reach out and choose hope-choose life.
in the darkest of times ,if you listen carefully,life will be calling out to you saying..
'take my hand'





a lot of the ppl who read my blogs find them depressing, even my family says my writings r morbid. some one said i romanticise sadness.
hmmm accepted, but i am not a morbid person..atleast not all the time.
for example this blog..
a girl in college tried to commit suicide by slashing her wrists, and i was just wondering..yaar how do ppl decide such things , i will not be able to decide which movie to see,which shoes to wear...
then another line struck me..take my hand.. and i wondered that maybe these three words were more important than the other three words ..i love you..coz it isn't love one wants..sometimes we just want support, to feel protected ,taken care of.
and that is how the blog happened..so puhleez i am not planning to kill myself ok!

and even the scene of the balcony..that is soo titanic movie scene..
and the bus is right out of dilwale dulhania...
so u see i am not sad ,,i am just filmy..

Comments

Akshay said…
Loooved this one..reminds me of another 4 words used by ur mom...this too shall pass..well, like mom,like daughter!!..n reading this just after i read The suicide note in our mag by Vivek..dont think ur detailed 'explanation' was needed though..it wud have sounded better if u had kept only the story n the love n protection ka funda..that wud haev been perfect..
Akshay said…
btw, have u read suitable boy..a very similar funda is there in that book as well..
Parag said…
nice one...

ve added ur blog to my list... hope u dont mind...

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