BLOOMING BUD
“Adwait Kshirsagar”- is this the same Adwait who was a leader of all events occurring in the society? Adwait was a budding photographer who loved nature as it is in the natural way. He used to spend hours in jungle and parks photographing God’s Best Creation in a small camera. He could find time for his hobby even in a busy city life- New Delhi, amongst buildings of cement…pollution of vehicles. He recently received a National Award for “ Best Photograph on Environment-2005”. When he went to receive the Award, he mentioned the efforts of his parents who stayed in a far remote village in Maharashtra to bring him up.
Son of a Farmer, he grew amongst nature, completed his education and became a professional photographer. His job made him shift to Mumbai, later on New Delhi. Just after receiving the Award, he could not enjoy his success for long. Soon he heard the devastating news of the bus catching fire, which burnt his parents to ashes on their way to their home in Maharashtra. Such was the cruel way of nature to reward Adwait. This made Adwait lonely, as he was the only person in his family now. He began to remain aloof, frustration creeped on to him. He was almost destroyed emotionally to loose his loved ones. He could not complete his assignments as a result of which his professional name got spoilt. As the world moved on, Adwait stopped in time. His confidence dissolved in deep waters of Grief. He just could not leap out of the ashes of sorrow.
This was enough for me to put a step forward preventing a good soul from being shriveled into a mass that meant nothing. I Nithya Rangarajan, 83 year old senior citizen of this country, still young at heart, an independent person didn’t want Adwait to destroy his talent. Being a Social Worker for National Defense Widow’s Society, a widow myself of a Commander-in-Chief and sacrificing my only son in the Uphaar theatre fire, I knew what grief meant, how to tackle it and live life to full extent. I came to know about Adwait when he received the Award, and his neighbors informed me about his grief.
I decided to meet Adwait personally at his residence. I had to ring his doorbell thrice after which he opened the door. I introduced myself to him but there was no response. I entered the main hall following him silently. I decided to talk him out through this situation. I spoke to him about an assignment to shoot a photo session for Defense personelle’s orphans living in an orphan home in New Delhi. He refused for the assignment but later on gave in when I insisted that the Children read about him in the Newspapers and wanted him only to conduct the session. Hesitatingly, he agreed to shoot without taking any monetary benefit.
On the day of photo session, I accompanied Adwait to the Orphanage hoping that this might cheer him up. I instructed children to behave properly and obey him. Adwait explained the children about camera, photo session and just be as normal as they could. But they were so tensed up that they used to make silly mistakes, which sent the entire unit into laughter. Even Adwait laughed but just on face… not from his heart. The children enjoyed every moment of the shoot thanks to Adwait who brought out the best out of them. While leaving the orphanage I decided to drop Adwait at his residence. I the car Adwait started talking, “ Thanks Nithyaji to make me a part of this noble cause.” I said, “No need to say thanks. If these children can enjoy life after knowing that they are orphans, why can’t you do so at this age? Never think you are lonely in this world. Look at me, look at these children. We understand that happiness lies in making others happy which in turn makes us cheerful. Think about this.”
Next day, I had a surprise visit from Adwait who insisted to do a photo shoot with me. I said, “ You must be the first cynical photographer who wants to capture on camera an 83 year old model who can’t stand straight…forget the ramp-walk and beautiful smile” to which Adwait uttered “Mam, beauty is not external…it is internal as well as eternal…it does not lie within the model but with the photographer who enhances the best in the model.” It was nice to see Adwait back in same bubbly mood full of enthusiasm with new zeal for life. It was a small effort from my side to prevent the BLOOMING BUD from decaying. This could lend me moments of happiness to forget my own grief sand sorrow and give me a motto to lead my life.
Was it a personal selfish reason to help Adwait or was it just a part of my social work? I find it difficult to answer this question…would you help me out…
“Adwait Kshirsagar”- is this the same Adwait who was a leader of all events occurring in the society? Adwait was a budding photographer who loved nature as it is in the natural way. He used to spend hours in jungle and parks photographing God’s Best Creation in a small camera. He could find time for his hobby even in a busy city life- New Delhi, amongst buildings of cement…pollution of vehicles. He recently received a National Award for “ Best Photograph on Environment-2005”. When he went to receive the Award, he mentioned the efforts of his parents who stayed in a far remote village in Maharashtra to bring him up.
Son of a Farmer, he grew amongst nature, completed his education and became a professional photographer. His job made him shift to Mumbai, later on New Delhi. Just after receiving the Award, he could not enjoy his success for long. Soon he heard the devastating news of the bus catching fire, which burnt his parents to ashes on their way to their home in Maharashtra. Such was the cruel way of nature to reward Adwait. This made Adwait lonely, as he was the only person in his family now. He began to remain aloof, frustration creeped on to him. He was almost destroyed emotionally to loose his loved ones. He could not complete his assignments as a result of which his professional name got spoilt. As the world moved on, Adwait stopped in time. His confidence dissolved in deep waters of Grief. He just could not leap out of the ashes of sorrow.
This was enough for me to put a step forward preventing a good soul from being shriveled into a mass that meant nothing. I Nithya Rangarajan, 83 year old senior citizen of this country, still young at heart, an independent person didn’t want Adwait to destroy his talent. Being a Social Worker for National Defense Widow’s Society, a widow myself of a Commander-in-Chief and sacrificing my only son in the Uphaar theatre fire, I knew what grief meant, how to tackle it and live life to full extent. I came to know about Adwait when he received the Award, and his neighbors informed me about his grief.
I decided to meet Adwait personally at his residence. I had to ring his doorbell thrice after which he opened the door. I introduced myself to him but there was no response. I entered the main hall following him silently. I decided to talk him out through this situation. I spoke to him about an assignment to shoot a photo session for Defense personelle’s orphans living in an orphan home in New Delhi. He refused for the assignment but later on gave in when I insisted that the Children read about him in the Newspapers and wanted him only to conduct the session. Hesitatingly, he agreed to shoot without taking any monetary benefit.
On the day of photo session, I accompanied Adwait to the Orphanage hoping that this might cheer him up. I instructed children to behave properly and obey him. Adwait explained the children about camera, photo session and just be as normal as they could. But they were so tensed up that they used to make silly mistakes, which sent the entire unit into laughter. Even Adwait laughed but just on face… not from his heart. The children enjoyed every moment of the shoot thanks to Adwait who brought out the best out of them. While leaving the orphanage I decided to drop Adwait at his residence. I the car Adwait started talking, “ Thanks Nithyaji to make me a part of this noble cause.” I said, “No need to say thanks. If these children can enjoy life after knowing that they are orphans, why can’t you do so at this age? Never think you are lonely in this world. Look at me, look at these children. We understand that happiness lies in making others happy which in turn makes us cheerful. Think about this.”
Next day, I had a surprise visit from Adwait who insisted to do a photo shoot with me. I said, “ You must be the first cynical photographer who wants to capture on camera an 83 year old model who can’t stand straight…forget the ramp-walk and beautiful smile” to which Adwait uttered “Mam, beauty is not external…it is internal as well as eternal…it does not lie within the model but with the photographer who enhances the best in the model.” It was nice to see Adwait back in same bubbly mood full of enthusiasm with new zeal for life. It was a small effort from my side to prevent the BLOOMING BUD from decaying. This could lend me moments of happiness to forget my own grief sand sorrow and give me a motto to lead my life.
Was it a personal selfish reason to help Adwait or was it just a part of my social work? I find it difficult to answer this question…would you help me out…
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