The birthday party

Vacations are always good. Refreshing and relaxing. The only difficult part is to bring back the rhythm of the office work after a long vacation. This time also it was not different.

Nearly after two years of hectic work schedule, I took a month long vacation. On the first Sunday of April, I left Mumbai and went to my hometown in Kerala with my wife Meera and daughter Aparna. As usual, the vacation was over in the blink of an eye. I met my old friends, relatives, and explored new places. It was a month of total relaxation and fun.

Deliberately I didn’t use my cell phone while on vacation. I kept it off most of the time. Otherwise I would be opening the floodgates of calls from my clients, who would demand almost everything in a short time. As a service delivery manager, I am supposed to rise beyond the expectations of my clients...always.

I woke up very early that day. I reached office by seven in the morning. As expected, I was greeted by a big pile of E-mails, requiring my immediate attention. After having a quick glance through them and few brief meetings with my manager, I was fully engaged with the piled up work. Though many people came to greet me, I didn’t spend too much time with them. I was neck deep with work load. What a wonderful reception after vacation!

I had to skip lunch. After finishing the most urgent jobs, when I looked at my watch, it was 4.45 PM. I could hardly realize how time slipped away. I closed the files kept on my table and stepped out of my cubicle to stretch my legs. The work area outside was almost empty.

‘Where all these people have gone?’

I wondered. It was an unusual scene in the office at 5 PM. Usually the whole workforce would be present till 7.PM at least. Then I saw our accountant Gopi rushing towards the main door. On seeing me he asked

‘Hey Ajay. Are you not coming for the party?’

‘Which party?’ I yelled

As it was the first day after vacation, I was yet to catch up with the office life. I had no clue which party Gopi was talking about

‘C’mon Ajay. Look at your mail box. It’s Freddy’s daughter’s birthday party. The whole office must be there. I am already late for it. If you join..I will see you there.’

Without explaining further Gopi went out in a hurry. As the door slammed behind him, I stood there bit agitated.

Freddy...he is my best friend in office. Also, my buddy since college days. Why didn’t he invite me for the birthday party? Intentionally he won’t do that for sure. I thought of calling him to complain. I took my cell phone and dialled his number.

‘Hi Freddy..How are you my friend?’

‘I am fine Ajay. Where have you been? I guess you simply disappeared for a while. I have been trying to contact you since many days’

‘Are you seeking an anticipatory bail for not inviting me for your daughter’s birthday?’. I said to tease Freddy.

‘C’mon Ajay. Do you think I can miss you? Do you think Grace would miss to invite you? Your phone was switched off whenever I tried. Also..for the party..I sent out e-mails to everyone. I am sure you must not have seen the mail. ‘

‘Buddy..I was just kidding..trying to pull your legs. I was on a month long vacation. Most of the time, I was cut off from the outside world as I kept my phone off. I joined today only. Definitely didn’t see all the mails. By the way whose’ birthday is today.? Marias’ or Nikitas’?

There was complete silence for few seconds. Then Freddy said

‘Ajay..Its Maria’s birthday. Party is not a big one. But I called everyone in our office. Apart from them, Maria’s close friends and some of our relatives...that’s all. Anyway..You please don’t look for any excuses and come here immediately. I want here buddy’

‘Ok Ok. I will be there in 45 minutes if the traffic is not so bad. See you there’. I said and disconnected the phone.

As I was already late, I couldn’t buy any gifts for Maria. I thought I will buy her a gift some other day, when I would visit Freddy with my family. Freddy is my extended family. His wife Grace and my wife Meera are best friends too. Maria and Nikita, his daughters, were very font of me. Maria really liked the little magic tricks I used to show her. So she nicknamed me as ‘magic uncle.’

When I reached the old fashioned apartment in Santacruz west, there were no one at Freddy’s house. Though I repeatedly pushed the calling bell no one answered. I called Freddy again

‘Freddy..I am in front of your house. But it seems no one is inside. Where is the party? Is it not held here?’

‘Ajay..it’s here only. Come to the ground floor club house. If you can’t find out, ask the watchman. He will direct you. ‘

As I walked towards the club house, I could hear the noises of children playing around. Some melodious english songs were heard in the air. Someone was playing them on a piano. There were many colour balloons and other decorative materials placed all over the entrance and the hall. Inside, in big fluorescent letters it was written on the wall

“Happy Birthday Maria”

‘Wow..beautiful!’ I said to myself. I was amazed to see the vibrant colours filling the surroundings in that nice evening. Happiness seemed to be radiating everywhere. My eyes searched for Freddy. I saw him talking to some of his guests at the corner of the hall. I saw many familiar faces too. After exchanging greetings with them, I walked towards Freddy.

‘Freddy..sorry for being late. I couldn’t get any gift for Maria this time. I am coming straight from office. But don’t worry .. I will bring her a cute present this weekend.

Freddy had a pale smile. He came close and hugged me.

‘Thanks for coming Ajay. Our family missed you a lot.’ Freddy whispered.

‘One month of mummy’s food at home. Have I become fatty? I asked him with a smile.

‘Not at all. You are the same, as you were before.’

‘Where is Grace? Where is the birthday girl? At least I can give her a birthday hug and kiss. I said. My eyes started looking for Maria.

Freddy didn’t answer me. He just started at me. I saw his lips trembling. His eyes seemed wet. I could sense something wrong in his eyes. After all he is my best friend. I can recognize his feelings from his facial expressions.

‘Freddy..Is everything OK?. I guess it is not. It seems .. You are definitely not in a mood of a birthday celebration. Tell me.. Is there anything bothering you?

Freddy put his hands on my shoulder, closed his eyes and bowed his head down.

‘Maria..Is she OK? I asked Freddy in a low voice. My voice was already breaking.

I wanted to ask Freddy again about Maria and the uneasiness I saw on his face. Before I could speak, another loud voice grabbed my attention. It was reverend father Isaac of the Santacruz catholic church.

‘My dear sons and daughters..Let me welcome all of you on this wonderful evening. You all know the reason why we have gathered here. We are here to celebrate our beloved Maria’s birthday. Many of you might have been surprised by the invitation letter sent by Freddy and Grace last week. I was surprised too. Since I started serving God, I have never seen a birthday party invitation like that. It is truly special and different from all such birthday parties I have attended. ..A birthday party for a person who is really special...a person who is no more with us.

Three weeks back, we all gathered in Freddy’s home to bid farewell and give last kisses to our beloved angel..Maria. It was not leukaemia that took her away from us. God almighty loved that child very much. It was his decision to summon her. He wants her beside his thrown. That’s why she left us. Today..I want to share something about Maria with you.

During her last moments, Maria wrote a small and beautiful letter to her parents. If you read it, you will realize that how close she was to God and how wise and intelligent she was. She has expressed great thoughts in that letter which shows a maturity much beyond what a girl of her age can show.’

Father Isaac paused for few moments. I was shocked on hearing that Maria is no more. A deep sadness engulfed me. Maria, Freddy’s nine year old daughter, was a leukaemia patient. It was diagnosed two years back. Since then the family had been trying to cope up with her frequent hospitalizations. In spite of the treatments the disease progressed. Few months back doctors told Freddy that Maria made good progress by responding very well to the treatment. That came as a light at the end of the tunnel. I remember sharing Freddy’s happiness on hearing about Maria’s recovery.

What could have gone wrong since then? Was the initial recovery just a temporary retreat of her illness? What happened when I was on vacation? So many questions popped up in front of me. But then..Why is this birthday party?. As I stood there in utter disbelief, I saw father Isaac taking a piece of paper from his pocket and holding it in front of his thick black framed specks. It was Maria’s last letter he mentioned. Father Isaac read that letter for everyone.

‘Dear papa and mamma

I often see angels in my dreams. Sometimes I see myself sitting beside Jesus. He blesses me, runs his hand on my hair and smiles at me. I no more feel the weakness caused by my illness and medicines. I am feeling good papa. I think I am going to his place.

After I am gone, will you cry for me? Please don’t. Please be happy for me, as I am going to be with Jesus.

Papa...if I make a request... will you do it for me? I know you will. You had always fulfilled my wishes.

If I don’t make it to my tenth birthday..Would you celebrate that with all my friends and loved ones? But papa..As seen in memorial prayers, I don’t want anyone to cry for me. I don’t want anyone to wear black and white dresses. I want everyone to wear colourful dresses and be happy. Ask Janet and Jincy to wear that pink middy and top. . I like that dress very much .Papa..You wear that dark brown coat. You would look handsome. Mamma.. You should come in that long red skirt. You always looked great in that. Put a lot of colour balloons everywhere in the room. Also please ask Nisha aunty to play my favourite songs on keyboard. Don’t forget to light ten candles on a big chocolate cake. If I make it to my tenth birthday, that’s how I would like to celebrate.

If I am not there..Please tell everyone not to cry for me. Let everyone laugh and be happy. Will that be difficult papa? If I am with Jesus, that would be a real blessing for me. Then why shouldn’t everyone be happy?

I am feeling lighter and happier now. The needle pricks are no more painful. I feel like being carried through the silky clouds by angels. All around me I see smiling faces only. As I walked with Jesus, I saw grandpa too.

Papa..I love you a lot. Mamma..I love you too. Nikita is very naughty..Tell her that I love her so much. Please don’t feel like missing me. I would be with Jesus and you all forever.

Loving you a lot

Hugs and kisses

Maria.

There was pin drop silence in the club house. I saw few people covering their faces and wiping tears. Some kind of unexplainable sadness conquered me. I felt I may cry. Father Isaac continued.

‘Dear sons and daughters..This kid’s letter was an eye opener for me. She taught me a better way of dealing with the loss of someone dear and near. Look at the way she envisioned her last moments. She wrote this letter the same night she left us.

When we lose our beloved ones..What do we do? We mourn the vacuum they leave in our lives. We leave ourselves at the mercy of time to heal the wounds that we inflict on ourselves. But look at Maria. She looks at the imminent death in a different way. She realized it as the culmination of her journey in earth before she returns to the god’s abode. She had no doubt about her re union with Jesus in heaven. She is really a blessed kid. She had a strong faith in Jesus. See what she wants from us. She wants all of us to be happy. She doesn’t want a single tear drop from our eyes for her. I am happy to have known an angel like her. I am happy to have spent so much time seeing her smile with us. She reminds us that death is inevitable..If not today.. Tomorrow. Then why to be sad..Especially if the final destination is the god’s abode. I am sure Maria is looking at us from heaven. Let us celebrate her birthday exactly the same way she wished. ‘

I was standing near Freddy. I held his hands in mine. Though he tried to bring a smile on his face, I knew he was struggling. Marias’ best friends Janet and Jincy came forward to cut the birthday cake. Everybody sang in unison

“Happy birthday to you..Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday dear Maria..Happy birthday to you.

All the kids came forward to get their share of the cake. The sober air was then filled with giggles and laughter. Then Nisha Jacob, the Sunday school teacher, started playing some melodies on the keyboard. All of them were Marias’ favourite devotional songs

In one corner of the hall, Freddy’s wife Grace was wiping her eyes with a scarf. She looked beautiful in her long red skirt. She was leaning on to someone’s shoulder. Though she tried to put up a brave face with a smile, I could see her breaking up very often. So was Freddy. It was not an easy deal. When I hugged him once more..I felt his rapid heartbeats. He was crying then. For a while I didn’t stop him. After few minutes I said

‘Freddy.. Cheer up. There in heaven, Maria won’t be feeling happy if you cry. You have to fulfil her last wish. I know it is hard. ..It’s easy for me to preach. But you need to do it. Like you always fulfilled her wishes..C’mon..Wipe your eyes...smile and be happy. Let her see you with a smiling face’

It took some time for Freddy to control his grief. He looked into my eyes. After hugging me he said.

‘Thanks Ajay...thanks a lot for being with me. Your presence was really strengthening me.’

‘Freddy...you are my best friend. You don’t have to thank me’. I said

By nine all the guests were gone. I was the only one remaining. I spent some time with Freddy and Grace. I didn’t speak anything. We communicated through the silence prevailed there. Then it was time for me to leave. I put my hands on Freddy’s shoulders and said

‘Freddy..I feel proud to have known Maria. Be proud that you are her father. Be happy that she is with Jesus. Her presence would be here with all of us forever. .I will leave now. Tomorrow I will come with Meera. Go and sleep now .You guys need some rest. ‘

As I walked towards the taxi stand, I looked up to the starlit sky. It was like a full moon day. The black shades on the yellowish moon resembled the silhouette of a girl walking with an old man..With a long beard.

‘Is that Maria? ...or I am under hallucination?’ I wondered while getting into the taxi

May god bless him ...

Who wants to live forever? I doubt anyone will wish for such a “boon” .

Who wants to have a longer life ( of course not for ever..but may be up to a 100 years? )…may be many of us will wish to live up to that age.Don't you?

At times, I ask this question myself..How long I want to live? . Well…my answers change according to my mood, the mental state I am in, the stress level I fight ..and so many other factors. When I am extremely happy, I think of living a long life, having a small retirement home near a river side, surrounded by big big trees, retiring from professional life and entering into some sort of philanthropic roles and enjoying each and every moment with my wife, kids, friends and family..wahh..what a dream.

Then there are times when the hurdles in life and stressful thoughts become impediments for any such positive thoughts. May be it is at such times, the devil’s workshop starts functioning. Then the answer to the question would be … i want to die now..right now..not even a moment more.

But then after few moments, when I come back to a stable mood, I realize that my answer was nothing but stupidity..it is escapism of a coward , wishing to bypass the hurdles in life and seeking relaxation even at the cost of life….what a foolish thought..

Yes..Life is too precious. The only one life each of us is bestowed with ..is to be lived in full capacity. It's roads might be filled with thorns and beds of roses in many places. All we need to take that journey is the courage to travel through all those paths until the last breath.. not regretting even for a moment.

Well… one may ask..why this guy ( otherwise normal ) has become philosophical all of a sudden? depression? Frustration?

No...There is a different reason.. I spoke to my cousins sister yesterday. She was attending her father who is battling for his life at a hospital in Kerala. For more than a year, he has been struggling with motor neuron disease, which has slowly degenerated his nerves.. bringing down his ability to move, speak , eat and breath . The only things the dreadful disease could not bring down are his willpower, positive spirits and the desire to get back to a normal life.

I respect him a lot. A very knowledgeable man, who had to travel through a treacherous path is life, unfortunately. He is a god fearing and caring person. He has high aspirations for his daughters and their future.

Last one month has been even more painful for him. Mostly he was admitted in ICU and he was breathing with the help of a ventilator. After trying everything the medical science could do, the doctors said not to keep any hopes. The family anticipated the worst and informed all his fiends and relatives. As per the doctors, people of his condition do not make it longer after being in ICU,.. that too with a ventilator. But he proved hem wrong. He is back in the hospital room, breathing with the help of some portable – ventilator like instrument. Though he is physically reduced to almost nothing, he is fully conscious of everything happening around him.

He communicates only through some gestures using his fingers. Only his wife and daughters understand that language of communication. That makes even a stay inside the ICU very dangerous…as the nurses or doctors inside cannot understand that sign language. Some one has to be with him , constantly awake, looking at each gesture he makes..

My sister said… “in spite of all these struggles, not even once, dad said he doesn’t want to live. He still feels that he would be able to get back to life. He feels that he has not lived life like he wanted to “

Those words, touched my heart like anything. I kept on thinking of the situation.

It seems like the journey is getting over.. but the journey is not fully enjoyed..the clock is ticking.. the unavoidable departure is staring into the eyes.. .. doesn’t know whom to ask for extending the journey by even few more hours..

Isn’t the situation hard...? It is a hard situation for everyone. For him, the worsening disease is dampening his hopes to fight back. For the family.. the harsh reality is spreading clouds over the hopes..they are reaching a point where its becoming hard for them to see him struggle.. for the doctors, it is hard to tell the relatives to take him out of the life supporting devises and end his struggle. They know that even with a remote chance of survival, life ahead would be extremely painful..

What should I wish for ? Oh God..please help him fight back? Or ..God..please call him at your abode? I do not know.

I didn’t know how to comfort my sister…I struggled even to get proper words.

All I said to her was..to be by his side.. be brave to face the situation.

Even now , the words mentioned by her, resonates in my ears…the words that reflect how precious the life is

Oh God.. please help him in his struggle…whatever may be your way of helping him..we are no one to ask for that choice.you make the choice..but please help him.

Jose

Bangalore

6-may-2010

Moments of Creativity ....

Today was pretty exhausting..with meetings after meetings. Nowadays the frequency of meetings have gone up in the office. Some of them are non productive and some of them are very useful. In a day of 8 hours works schedule, when most of the time is eaten by meetings, where is the time to work.? At times, no one can help it..that’s the way the corporates are functioning.

What happens when involuntarily one has to sit in a meeting or a lecture which is non productive for him ( of course it would be productive for the speaker or the meeting organizer)? Some brave people dare to sleep openly or walk out. Some poor guys have to fight hard the seducing sleep goddess and pretend to be awake. And there is a third category of people, who are creative enough to make use of the otherwise non productive time. I will share few instances..

When I was studying in Roorkke for M.Tech, one of our professor was a world renowned guy. But unfortunately his classes were like heavy doses of sleeping pills. ( He personified the fact that very knowledgeable person need not be a good teacher and vice versa) . I usually used to sit in the front bench and try to grasp the maximum possible from what that renowned person utters. Some of my friends (second category) would pretend to be attentive and would sometimes utter curse on the torture they have to go through. When I scan through the class I would see even some of the regular back benchers, very actively taking notes of the lecture and being attentive.

After few months of the lecture I discovered the truth. Few of my good friends, who are regular back benchers in that particular teacher’s class, were actually not writing lecture notes. They were busy writing letters to their friends, families (no e-mails at that time ). Since they couldn’t find much time to finish all the assignments from other teachers (for them…after boozing, gossiping, watching movies, and bird watching, time seemed to be in sufficient) , it was very convenient to do all those assignment work in this teacher’s class. Poor professor..he looked happy on seeing even back benchers being “very attentive in his class “ and sincerely taking the notes.

When I got job and I was sent to Dubai on an induction training, there was a week long training on safety. As the training deviated from my core area of interest (technical/geology), I started feeling boring and sleepy after few days. The instructor will randomly chose a person from the students and would ask questions in the middle of the course. ( his way of ensuring that students are awake always). It was a struggle. Sleep will crawl through the eye lids. Then I will have to rub my eyes hard to awake. I would see multiple images of my instructor, indicating a need for falling flat on a bed. Then I used my creativity a bit. Next day I came to class with a small plastic bottle with water (small enough to be kept in my pocket). The lid has a small hole. When I feel sleepy, I would spray water into my eyes from it. I will get a temporary relief.

While working in Mumbai, I had the luxury of attending exciting technical meetings as well as sales marketing meetings, which used to freeze my blood to absolute zero. I had to attend one such teleconference inside my boss’s room. Already it was 5'O clock in the evening. My other colleagues were also inside the room. We were having an teleconference with our top boss (who sits in Delhi). After few minutes of pretended attentiveness , our interests started fading. My boss had no option but to listen and communicate with his boss . We all had to be mute spectators.

Then I started using my creativity. I have a taste for sketching. When creativity blesses me, I can draw anything on anything. All I could grab there was some paper cups kept on my boss’s table. I started drawing his cartoon. My junior colleague who had a luxurious mobile phone with camera ( remember its in 2004 ..) wonderfully captured all those moments . My boss was not aware of that. Till not I have not shown that to him . ( now he is not my boss anymore..but he remains a good senior and friend). May be he will see this if he happens to read this blog. Those pictures and videos I have it in my computers. They serve as a souvenir for the beautiful office family I had in Mumbai and the funny moments like this.(We often used to call such moments as TTP moments - Total Time Pass Moments)

Since then, whenever I sit on boring meeting, I feel that itching sensation to draw the caricature of the speaker who is serving me with sleeping pills. But then I control.( The environment is not same as I had before. Why to take a risk? )

Jose

Bangalore

14-April-2010

A farewll to remember

Last Friday, I attended a farewell party from office. My ex-boss cum geology discipline lead- Marc Anne Alberts, was departing to Houston for his next assignment. He was one of the very few people who worked relentlessly to see on organization growing from its infant stage to a reputable asset within its global family. Marc only recruited me when I decided to shift my base from Mumbai to Bangalore. We are definitely going to miss Marc. He is leaving behind a legacy which would be difficult for anyone to match.

Usually I avoid big parties. It is always boring function for me. The same usual office stuff…with drinks..cocktails..beer..in high end restaurants. Often, in such parties, I feel that I am out of place. But that day I wanted to go. It was a farewell party..that too, of a person whom I respect a lot- Marc.

The atmosphere in the party hall was as usual, filled with loud noises. People greeting everyone, chef cooking hot stuff in the open air, waiters moving in a hurry to serve their guests..and we all gathered in small groups to gossip about the same office environment. Then there was the farewell speech. Everyone praised Marc a lot..which we all know that he deserves more than what is said. Then Marc also made his speech, with all tones of professionalism. For a moment, I felt emotional. While listening to all those, I was taken back through few years, into a restaurant in Mumbai, where I got a farewell.

That was when I worked for Schlumberger. Initially I worked in Delhi. When I got transferred to Mumbai, I thought there will be a farewell. (How I can I ask any one to give me a farewell..all I can do is to expect it from others). But unfortunately nobody even thought of it. Then I flew to Mumbai and settled in the southern suburbs there. In Mumbai division of Schlumberger , I had a family.. a small group of colleagues in the division I worked for. Hardly ten people were there in that group. My boss was my senior from Roorkee. Among others also, there were many seniors and juniors from Roorkke.

Though there were always work pressures mounting on our shoulders , at no point in time I felt that my office environment is causing stress on me. How can I feel so, if the people around me are like family. Yes..it was a small family. Frequently we used to go for movies in the nearby movie halls. We would experiment with all kinds of restaurants serving exotic dishes. We had a nice memorable Xmas party in a beach side shack in 2005. We knew each other's family very well.

I still remember the brief after- lunch walk we used to have, inside our office compound. We would move as a team, cracking jokes and laughing aloud. I knew people envied us. They used to comment on the togetherness within our team and used to wonder why it is not there with their teams. May be somebody wished for something bad to happen within our team? I do not know. But slowly our team started dwindling in number. One after another , people went for other career options. Whenever people left, we all bestowed them with well wishes. We never forgot to give them farewells.

Farewell dinners are always memorable. But it is painful for sometime too. If I now that the person who was with me all these days, is not going to be with me from next day, it will cause heart ache for some time.

I felt that first time, when we gave farewell to a colleague in a restaurant called “Goa Portuguese” . Something nostalgic about that place is the 'one man band' in that hotel. There would be a singer, in his forties may be.. singing in his un- attractive voice, strumming his guitar. But when he sings the old Hindi song…”chalthe chalthe” ..the nostalgia would reach its peak....I don’t know how to say…I would feel so sad..instantly feel the emotional aspect of the farewell..full throttle.

Second time, another colleague decided to leave our team and join another company . I was her mentor in the organization. When we had to decide on the farewell place..I voted for Goa Portuguese. The same place…I wanted to feel the sadness of giving farewell one more time…along with the strumming of that guitar. Only few people could attend the farewell at that time. I knew she was leaving for something good in her career. I was the adviser for her behind that career move. But still.. on that day of the farewell…I felt very bad. For a moment I wished that she may join our team back.

Then it was my turn after many months. I felt that something is not happening right with me in the company I work for. I decided to uproot myself and explore a different territory in the silicon valley of India-Bangalore. There were huge pressure from senior management to re consider my decision. But I didn’t give in. Once a decision is taken, I do not like to back out. Then, it was time for me to leave the company I loved (as it was my first job. It was difficult to arrive at that decision). My beloved friends made a plan to give a farewell. When asked about the choice of the venue, I said…I want that in Goa Portuguese.

We all were in the office till five O'clock in the evening. We cracked jokes…laughed a lot…took pictures in the office premises..everyone was in a happy mood. Then we traveled to Goa Portuguese for the farewell dinner.

Everything went well. We had food and drinks. But slowly some kind of heaviness started creeping in. Knowing that it is a farewell party, the lone singer came and played “Chalthe Chalthe”. For few moments, I could see eyes getting wet and faces taking a serious looks. Me and my best friend Umesh, could not control ourselves. Though we knew that we will be friends for ever..we will be meeting again

somewhere..sometime.., the temporary departure was hurting. Then my boss gave me a gift from the team. Along with that , there was a greeting card where everybody had signed.

Though I tried to control myself, I had to give in to the exodus of emotions. I hugged Umesh and we cried for few moments.

No wonder…farewells always make me sad. Even if the farewell is of a person whom I hardly know..when he or she makes the farewell speech, I get emotional ( crazy me !! )

Do not know how many more farewells I would see and I would get. How many times more I will feel emotional impact of a temporary departure ? No idea.

And..then I will have a last farewell. No clues when it would be... I recall the title of a famous spiritual book by Robin Sharma

“Who will cry when you will die?”

Jose
Bangalore
11-April-2010