The First Blood... The packet of joy !!!

What's common between Amitabh Bachchan, Shashi Tharoor, Hilary Clinton and Prasheel??? Well, all write blogs.. Yes guys, finally I've also succumbed to the 'Why not me?' syndrome and here I am pushing my cerebral cortex to churn out something which at the least is readable. I have drawn my First Blood !!!

So friends whoever wish to follow the musings of a convoluted yet utterly plain mind, loosen you seat belts as you can just sit back and relax. While I have promised myself that I'll write only if I have something to write and not for the heck of it, I am not sure if I'll stand by it.. After all promises are meant to be broken !!! I have also promised that my alter ego, the hopelessly Utopian pseudo-perfectionist will not be allowed to high jack this platform... But

again, promises are meant.....

This being my virgin post I am wondering what the topic of it should be? There are lots of problems in this world that needs my attention... miles to go before I sleep!!! So should it be the global warming that should have the honour or the Swine (oops sorry swine.., H1N1) Flu that's having 1 Indian each for breakfast, lunch and dinner !!! The rain forest are depleting fast and terror comes calling from the sea....Where shall I start??? I was mulling over it the 'Calling Bell' called out aloud... At the door was this courier guy with a small sweet box sized packet... My Packet of Joy !!!

I don't like interruptions especially when my fountainhead of creativity is waiting to ooze out.. With all the vexation I opened, first the door and then the packet and there it was... sandwiched in a plastic frame - Tudu Chunda...

My brother had asked me to enquire how to 'Sponsor a child'. This was roughly 3 months ago... a

nd probably in the second mail that he sent from Krakow... The excitement to do something good for Mother India from a newly NRI'd son, I thought... I had similar craving few years back when I left the shores... Not to mention, it died its natural death after a couple of phone calls and few website visits... I thought the same will happen, after all he's my brother !!! But he's proved, he's different!!!

Here it was the photo of the kid 'Tudu Chunda' sponsored by my younger brother from the first salary that he earned; sandwiched in a photo frame sent as a welcome gift by 'World Vision India'. The photo of a 4 year old kid our 'Tudu Chunda'.

I searched for the smile of a kid, the frown of a poor kid, the helplessness of a ill-fated kid but could find none... All I could find was an innocence, an ignorance of his in-human existence and a silent grit. It was as if, he was telling me I'll succeed in life. I may not be in control of my past and present, but I surely am of my future... My first blood, my virgin post, is dedicated to you ... Tudu Chunda, my packet of joy, my source of inspiration ...