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But it rained…

“Thousands are reported missing each year… this is about those that are left behind”

Alright, this is one of my fave Indian songs. It has a very deep meaning behind it and my heart aches everytime I hear it, but that doesn’t make me love it any less. I am posting some information from the website that was made for this particular song by Parikrama (the band).

I guess I want to point out how much each one of us means to our families and how much our families mean to us. The bond is so true and unforgettable.

Anyway, so more about this song – this song was done by a band called Parikrama. These guys ROCK, and are truly amazing for singing about things we subconsciously attempt to not notice. This was also the first song to be shot in Spiti Valley, which is about a 12 hour drive from Rohtang Pass(a pass between India and Pakistan and trust me, it’s not easy to cross lol) but it’s beautiful.

The excerpt that struck out to Parikrama and motivated them to write this song is –

… Meanwhile, relatives of the four kidnapped tourists are back in the country to make yet another appeal. It has been a year now since the abduction, and the last seven months have seen little but a stony silence.”

“Amid reports of illness, injury and threats of death, was the uncertainty of not knowing what to believe … she did not even get to say goodbye” said the wife of one of the hostages. More appeals have been made some even by other militant organisations, but the message is …”

In words of the band members –

We wrote this song then, in an effort to feel the uncertainty, the futility, ourselves. To share the yet shimmering hope of those who are left waiting for a loved one. At times forever. It’s worse still, not having even said a goodbye, or caught the last eye.

Five long years, not a word, nor a trace. Some of them have still not given up, as we read in the papers recently. They wait, even today … we can hear the strain …

This tune also reaches out to the memory of our dearest brother Surya Subramanian, who believed in this song more than any of us. And less than a week after we recorded it, 2 days after a concert at the very venue he met us first, he left us waiting. He met with with a tragic accident on his way to join us in Hyderabad, and it is to his loving spirit, that we dedicate this song…

To fill in some gaps, this song was written mainly about Kargil victims (google it if you aren’t really sure). India’s heart goes out to each one of the lost… and this song is proof of that cry that each of us feel in their heart.

To read more about this song, access it’s official website at: http://www.parikrama.com/bir/story.html

As far as my relation to this song is concerned… I first heard this song when I was in 9th grade, that would be about 5 years ago. It caught my eye as soon as the video showed up on “Channel V”. Something held me there, watching it completely… feeling the love and pain, the bitter sweet memory of the one’s that are lost. It was then, that our school’s Annual Talent Search Day was announced and Aneesh, Rajarshi (two of my guy friends from my class) and Shrestha who at that time was my best friend… called me up and said we were going to perform this song and were of course, going to be in the music section of the talent search.

I didn’t have to question it. I didn’t have to think again. There was no question about it at all, no worries and no apprehensions. It was the most touching and beautiful song, and was really worth the attempt.

I won’t forget our random practices and all the fun we had getting ready for the day. It was a success in our eyes, and in everyone elses eyes and it has remained in my heart as a beautiful memory. I have to thank all our families for supporting us through that decision, for letting us create a beautiful memory and letting us feel the pain that millions in our country felt – they let us “naughty kids” get our way and skip on studying time to practice this song.

Thanks Parikrama, for bringing to our notice the pain that our fellow human beings have felt and making it all the more real to each of us that were busy in our own lives to really feel the heartache that our lost countrymen and their families felt… be it in war or any other scenario…

                                 “Hope may be frail, but it’s hard to kill”



I guess we all like to complain about life, and I must say we all have some or the other reason to. But, isn’t life all but choice? I read this forwarded e-mail (and I hardly read any), but now that I think of it, maybe I was supposed to read it and learn something. So here goes.. because I am going to paste it in the hopes that if any of you out there are reading it – maybe it’ll change something in you.


John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, ‘If I were any better, I would be twins!’

He was a natural motivator.

If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, ‘I don’t get it!

You can’t be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?’

He replied, ‘Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or … you can choose to be in a bad mood 

   I choose to be in a good mood.’

Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or…I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.

Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or… I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.

‘Yeah, right, it’s not that easy,’ I protested.

‘Yes, it is,’ he said. ‘Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood.

You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It’s your choice how you live your life.’

I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.

After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.

I saw him about six months after the accident.

When I asked him how he was, he replied, ‘If I were any better, I’d be twins…Wanna see my scars?’

I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.

‘The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter,’ he replied. ‘Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or…I could choose to die. I chose to live.’

‘Weren’t you scared? Did you lose consciousness?’ I asked

He continued, ‘..the paramedics were great.

They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read ‘he’s a dead man’. I knew I needed to take action.’

‘What did you do?’ I asked.

‘Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me,’ said John. ‘She asked if I was allergic to anything ‘Yes, I replied.’ The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, ‘Gravity’.’

Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.’

He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude… I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.

                                           Attitude, after all, is everything

           After all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

You have two choices now:

01. Delete this from your memory and never think about it again

02. Live your life and next time you come across a situation… make a conscious choice…

I wouldn’t be posting this, but since I am… I guess you know the choice I made. It’s time to live for me and for you (if you have gotten this far reading it). There is no saying if tomorrow will really be here, and like they all say “Live today like there is no tomorrow” …. well to say it in different words “Everyone who lives dies, but not everyone who dies, lives” … Think back, and think ahead and realize that everything that seemed like a big issue at a time, will be nothing but a memory, and  chances are you will be smiling when you reminisce. No matter how hard today is, it’s not worth giving up on.. it’s not worth wasting this moment of your life in worries of tomorrow. I would rather smile through this, than let the frowns ruin this special moment of my life.. a moment that will never come back… a moment that will be lost forever if I don’t hold on to it now and make a memory…