Here is a child who is only 5 years old. When he grows up he could be a good engineer, a good doctor,   a scientist or a good hockey player, but for that he has to be alive.   

  He might not fulfill his dreams, for he is suffering from Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia (a type of blood cancer) and his helpless family is not being able to help him.   

 A socio-medical organization Cancer Aid and Research Foundation has taken up his cause and they are trying to collect the money required for his treatment.  

You can come forward to help the organization, to arrange the funds and see a child smiling and making the world to smile with him.    

And I tell you no contribution is small, even if it is an Rs 10 note. It is not the amount but the willingness matters.  

                   Some Useful Information 

Name of the child: Master Om Jitendra Parmar 

Organization: Cancer Aid and Research Foundation: This is a socio-medical organization set up in 2001 by a retired professor, is located in Mumbai.  Since then it has been helping cancer patients in all possible way.

You can visit its website for any further information or      

Contact: (022) 23005000                      

Ref: Times of India, dated 18th March 2008 

If you are willing to help, but confused then you can put your confusion as a comment. I will try to make it clear…


….while watching Hrithik lighting the bulbs and pulling the dull sleepy dhaba to a mast mahoul…. few things flashed back in my mind…. Here goes an older post of mine of such a mast mahoul on our trip to Mussoorie… and some strange feelings after leaving back the good ‘ol friends and memories behind thousands of kilometers…

“ It was Nij who kicked me to get up and start blogging at Satyam Blog site. And very much against my lethargic body and sleepy mind I managed to sit in front of the system to open Satyam blog site and saw a post that I wrote few months back. The post was about my experience in our trip to Mussoorie.

 All my old memories flashed back in my mind. That chilled winter night of north India, eight burning souls with a desire to explore the beauty of my country, where we all stayed at a very far corner and it was the time to realize how beautiful and diverse our home was.

 As I am wondering through this post, still don’t know what to write and what I am writing, suddenly one thing came to my mind. It is a picture that I saw yesterday on Antony’s album in Orkut. It was a pic that we had taken on our way to office in Gurgaon, onthe day that was as ordinary as any other day, except the news that we were getting relocated to Hyderabad. We took that picture as our memory that we all wanted to take back with ourselves from Gurgaon. We were expecting the news that day that we never got, till one day when I got my relocation mail to Bhubaneswar, after long six months.

Still I am not sure what am I writing or what do I want to write. Any way I showed that pic to one of my colleague here, expecting to see the same emotion in his eyes, what was then in my heart, only to get a node that was as cold as the air-conditioned room. I didn’t know what that emotion was for, neither do I know now. I was as confused as I am now. About both, the pic and this post. I never know what is it that I was expecting from that colleague of mine, like I don’t know what am I writing over here and what am I trying to say. But I am feeling the same emotion now that was choking my heart then. “

At times my heart still yearns for that…