Parental Home Sans Parents

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Memories drizzled as I gazed,
On my childhood haven.
Laughter, music , faces;
Glide through my mind.
A smile reaches my eyes,
Only to flow down in tears.
A dull ache brings up a lump,
To be swallowed down asap.
Dear voices no longer heard,
Love no longer visible to the eye.
I take refuge in the notion that
Everything’s transient, temporal
And shall fade away with time.
My journey too shall end,
Like those that are yet to be born.
Characters of an incomplete epic,
Authored by the omniscient, omnipotent.
I bow down with gratitude,
And leave the scene with a sigh.

Motherland India

The queen of queens is India,
The prettiest of them all;
Mother to millions of children,
Whom she helps to stand tall.

She’s abundant in resources,
The richest in terms of true wealth.
From minerals to nature’s bounty,
Which develops mind and health.

Protected by nature’s soldiers,
The Himalayas and the seas.
Enriched by varied landscapes;
From deserts to deltas and trees.

Rich minds and culture polished,
Through boundless time and space.
Munificent minds who embrace,
Diversity of religion and race.

To motherland we bow down,
For bringing up children so fair.
Who are strong, wise yet gentle;
Spiritual souls who share.

We shall strive to make you proud;
We shall never any effort spare.
My motherland, O! My India!
We pledge to take your care.

Munni’s Lesson

Munni! yelled Giovan as he entered their house . He fumed with anger. “Munni!” He cried as he looked in both the rooms of their small house, but his sis was nowhere inside the house.


He found his mom in the balcony watering plants. “Have you seen Munni, mom?” he growled.
“Why? What’s the matter? Now what trouble did she get you into?” asked his mom irritably. 
She was totally fed up with the bickering of the twins. How tiresome it was being a mother of the twins! Complaints from every corner filled her days ,  ever since they learned to walk and talk.


“Well she had pawned my bicycle to Hitesh in exchange of six packets of chips, six snickers and six cans of milkshake” he said sarcastically, pulling at his own hair.
His mom looked astonished and stared at his head transfixed. Giovan waved his hand in front of her eyes. Mom came back from her state of shock and gave a big sigh ,”Go find her, and bring her back to me.”


” When I find her I will make her pay for her pranks, ” Giovan glared fiercely.


” Why on the earth would anyone trade a bicycle for some food? I fail to understand.  I really wish God gave her some wisdom along with her audacity, “said Mom.

“She does all these things just to annoy me. There’s no other reason at all. You must tell her to stop this at once, mom. She’s become too much of a troubled maker,” Giovan yelled.

” Calm down and speak politely,” mom scolded Giovan. 

“Now, how shall I get back my bike, mom?” he asked.

” I shall speak to Hitesh’s mom, and request her to send ìt back. She’s a good lady and would make Hitesh understand. Now you run around and find your sis. Make sure she comes back with you. Don’t utter a word about the bicycle till you are inside the house. ” she advised.

Stomping out of the house,  Giovan muttered, “Today that spoilt brat is going to learn a lesson for life.”

He found Asit and Chirag sitting on the grass in the community playground chatting. “Hi! Did any of you happen to see Munni this afternoon? “he enquired.

” Well, Well! By your looks it seems she has played a new trick on you.  You have a gem of a sis, bro!”  Chirag winked at Asit. The siblings were a source of entertainment in the community. 

” Yes! you would say so, being  the sole child of your parents.  If you had to deal with the agony of being with a sis like Munni, you wouldn’thave pulled my leg at all times, ” Giovan grumbled. 

“Ah! She’s a dear. A bit impish, but everyone’s favourite.  This you must agree. ” said Asit. His sis Ira was a bookworm and a bore.

“You have not answered my question yet,” Giovan reminded.

“Nope, no sign of Munni the menace today.” Asit replied.

” That girl will turn me into a lunatic someday.” said Giovan.

” Aren’t you already one?” Chirag smirked.

Scowling at him Giovan said, ” You are most welcome to be her brother,  I  am quitting from the post. You would behave likewise when you find that your bicycle has been bartered for some snacks.”

 Both Asit and Chirag howled with laughter and thumped the grass beside  them.

“Finding it funny?  Eh?” said Giovan, raising an eyebrow.  “Gotcha, find her before she finishes off all the chips and chocolates she got in exchange for my bike.”

“Will be glad to help you if you share some of it with us,” said Asit eagerly. 
“I’m trying to get those back so that I can return them and get my bicycle back.  Not to eat them, got it?” said Giovan exasperated.

“O okay!  calm down, bro, we’ll help you to find her just to see how sparks  fly when you two meet,” Chirag joked.

“No need,” glared Giovan marching off to find Munni. It was a matter to be settled between themselves, not for entertaining outsiders.  Though Munni was silly, Giovan was protective of her.

He searched for her in all the likely places. Rang the doorbells of her close friends to find out whether they were having some silly parties, to her nook in the park, but she couldn’t be found anywhere.

He was about to give in, when he spotted Aisha.  Aisha and Munni were in the same standard and was on her long list of friends. 

“Hi! Aisha,”  he called out.
Aisha turned around and gave him a bored Hi! as was the norm for her gen.

“Have you seen Munni, today?” asked Giovan. 
“I think I did,” she replied casually. 
 Arrrrgh! thought Giovan.  Munni and her lot was too much to tolerant.  But he desperately needed to get the information. So maintaining his facade of politeness he asked, “Really? How nice, can you tell me where she could be at this moment? “

“She went down to the migrant labourer’s camp where the new blocks are being built.  I  think she’s on some mission. She was quite in a hurry and barely gave a hello.”

” Labourer’s camp! Goodness!  Silly girl, she’ll get into some kind of trouble if she makes friends there. ” Giovan panicked as he ran towards the site.

The make-shift tents came into view as soon as he turned the corner of the blocks under construction.  There was quite a lot of work going on at the site. 

Giovan made his way towards the tents. A lot of children were playing around,  while some older women were busy cooking outside their tents.
Giovan looked around for Munni, worried that she might get into trouble someday because of her recklessness.  He couldn’t see her anywhere.  Finally, he decided to ask for her whereabouts and approached a wrinkled old woman with white hair and a kind face.
” Hello! Have you seen a girl about ten with ponytails come here this morning? “
“Ahh! Yes, you must be talking about Munni.  You are her brother, right?  You two look so similar,” she grinned she came in half an hour ago. I asked her name as she was new here.

“Yes, yes, she’s my sister.  Where’s she?” he  said as his annoyance turning into concern.
“There ,” said the woman;  pointing to a blue tent right at the end of the row of colourful tents.
“Thanks!”Giovan rushed towards the tent, slowing down as he approached it.
Children’s laughter flowed from the tent among which one was of Munni’s. Giovan heaved a sigh of relief. 
He peeked inside to see Munni sitting cross-legged on a worn out rug along with three other small children of about three to six year old. 
“Yes, I  want to be a doctor, ” the six year old girl said to Munni, munching  chips from her packet of lays.
“I just want to be rich,” said the five year old boy beside her. Sipping his Amul cool.
“And what does Imli want to be?” asked Munni to the three year old stroking his head.
” Mummm mumm,” replied the youngest chewing his snickers. More interested in the chocolate than in the future.
They all laughed out aloud. Giovan cleared his throat, “Munni! ” he called. 
 Munni was startled , ” Oh! Giovan,” she said meekly.  “How did you find me?”
” You have crossed all limits , Munni” Giovan glared at her.
“Where’smy bicycle?  And why have you come here? This is not a safe place for you.  You could have been kidnapped. Don’t you have the slightest sense?” he rebuked.
Munni held her head down.  “I’ll get your bicycle tomorrow.  I am sorry, but I lent it to Hitesh for sometime till I pay back his money.”
“Why would you do so with my bicycle?  Why  didn’t you exchange some of your stuff for those miserable packets of  food?” Giovan countered her.

“Well it so happened that these little kids were roaming around our block crying.  You see, their mom and dad work in the construction site and their father has had an accident and a fracture.  All their savings have been spent on his treatment and as their mother is busy at the hospital; so they have nothing to eat.  The neighbours are helping them sometimes but they too are too poor and busy to  be able to look after them.”
“So you bartered my bicycle for a few packets of chips?  And that’s Ok? My bicycle is worth three packs of chips and a few snacks?” fumed Giovan. 


” Oh! no. I just lent it to him for a day or two, till I pay him back. It so happened; that I was enjoying your bike in your absence when I met these hungry kids. Right at that moment Hitesh was passing by with those food stuff that he bought for himself.  So, I offered him the bike for sometime in exchange for the snacks. You see these kids are so small and hungry. My heart went out for them. I thought it would be better to take them to their home to keep them safe. Don’t worry I’ll get back your bicycle by evening. ” she grinned.


“Is this your brother? ” asked the six year old.
” Yes, Shallu,  and I have to go back home now, ” said Munni getting up.
“Don’t roam around for food,” She said sternly, ” I and my friends will get you some from our homes till your mother can look after you.”
Giovan felt proud of his little sis. Although a prankster,  she had a heart of gold. He started to think what else he could do to help the kids as they waved goodbye.

He had forgotten all about teaching her a lesson for life.

Divided We Fall

All political leaders
Always  around the world
Are looking for opportunities
To make the common man fall.
They divide them through walls
Of borders, religion, language, et. all
So that they may become eternal
While the common men may fall.
They make each other fight
Like puppets in a stall
And ruin their own selves
While as leaders they stand tall.
The wars and destruction
Can all at once be stalled
If people are united
And do not respond to cat calls
Every common man,
In every nook of the world
Must pledge to stand united
And perform endless hartal*
Till stupid leaders bow down
To common people’s call
And stop ruining their lives
Covering innocent lives with pall.
For united we shall stand
And divided we shall fall.

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Hartal – general strike

Fanny’s Funny Dream

Little Fanny the fawn dreamt a dream that was too difficult for her to handel.  Now, you would ask me how could one handle a dream? Aha! I  quite agree that there isn’t anything about a dream that we can manage, so there is no question of handling or moulding it according to our wishes. 
But… if it is a day-dreammm…? Well, as we all know – day dreams are of our own making and we can manipulate it according to our wishes, isn’t  it?
So,  it happened… this young fawn was a li’ll day dreamer who dreamt of doing great things.


One fine morning, when the warm sunlight caressed the dew bathed grasses, sprinkled with white and yellow tiny flowers – just off the mysterious dense jungle.  This dreamy young fawn grazed lazily in the meadow with her herd.
 In her wild dream she saw herself as the strongest animal in the jungle chasing a group of lions. As the lions ran helter-skelter to save their lives,  she just managed to grab the biggest lion with her fierce teeth. 
The lion almost fainted with fear and lay motionless in her grasp. She felt victorious and on top of the world. 
But here came the difficult part. She couldn’t fathom what to do next with her prey.
The taste of fresh salty blood was repulsive and she would never ever eat a lion. Yuck! No, not even in her dream. So, off she went to her mom to ask what she should do with her prey.
Ah! yes,  of course she dragged her prey along with her as it was nothing more than a wisp of thought. 

When her mom heard about her dilemma. She laughed out loud – though she felt proud of her ambitious daughter. It was indeed difficult being a mom, for moms need to have answers for every problem on the planet.
So, she said that it would be wise of her to threaten the lions and banish them forever from the jungle. That way she wouldn’t need to hunt lions anymore in her dreams, and her problem would be solved. 
Young Fanny let off her prey – only after he promised that not a single lion would ever venture in her part of the jungle. 
Fanny the fawn was happy to have finished her day dreaming and went off to play with her friends.
Veeery cautiously… for in the jungle, there are always lions on the prowl.

Moral of the story – Day dreaming does not solve real life problems. 😄

What Motherland Wants

My heart swelled up with pride,
No limit my allegiance knew.
For motherland I’d give up my life,
Such patriotism are seen in few.

I expressed my love to her and said,
“O Mother! What can I  do for you?”
She gave a sigh like a harried mom,
And replied in words that were due.

“Undo all harm you’ve done,
And make me as good as new.
Bring back all my birds and animals,
Bring back my marvellous view;

REMOVE ALL TRACES OF POLLUTION!
If your love for me is true…”

Flittering Feelings

Photo by Elu012bna Aru0101ja

It’s time for glittering memories

To stand in an array

Inside the mind

For inspection,

Sending warmth

Through the veins

Lighting up our eyes

Bringing mysterious smiles.

The memories grey and dark

Which make our eyes

Swell up with tears

Must be swept

Underneath,

The dull aches

Our strongest fears

Must be interred forthwith

For time moves forwards forever.

Night and day together play

Calling one another

Running falling

In tandem,

Laughing crying

Is nothing but a part

Of this tournament called life.

Learning Through Tears..

Learn from your foremothers,
Learn from their tears.
To stand for your rights,
Through your doubts and fears.

The age old traditions,
Which suffocate women’s lives.
And snatch happiness ‘n’ freedom,
From mothers and the wives.

Those oppressions of women,
Should be stopped right  now.
All dregs woven into society
Must exit with a bow.

It’s time for exploiters to perceive;
That fooling some forever is fine.
Or fooling  all for sometime is possible,
But never all for all time.

May God empower good people,
Irrespective of what they be.
May God remove all injustice,
That degrade the society.  

Photo by Karolina Grabowska

Valient Die but Once

Photo by eberhard grossgasteiger

If you don’t stand for yourself,
No-one else will.
If you don’t speak for yourself,
Your voice will be stilled.

Life is one for everyone;
You’ll never live a moment twice.
Listen only to your heart,
Your heart’s call should suffice.

Traditions, customs, society;
Should stay outside your space.
Those dubious norms by others,
Shouldn’t tie you with their lace.

Don’t let them bind you up,
And pin you to the ground.
Don’t be a puppet in other’s hands,
Or in misery you’ll be drowned.

Don’t bow down to others threats,
But hold your head up high.
God will provide wind to your wings
And help you reach the sky.

The world worships only the brave,
And choke cowards to death.
It is our actions which decides,
Our destiny and our fate.

Kindle your minds with fortitude,
Don’t leave life to chance.
Don’t live life on other’s terms;
For we live life but once.