Thus I was born with
those few basic programmes.
As voices and visuals poured in
I felt I got access to more.
Later I had my own words
Making me edit, delete,
Update and add more.
More faces, words, deeds
Knowledge, experiences –
The evolving continued.
Then the teenage rebellion!
The ordeals of life
Overhauled them often.
At times they were futile
Making me look pathetic.
Now here I am today,
digging into the enormous,
tangled pile of life files
searching frantically for
my disaster management docs!
Posted in Emotions, Life, Poetry, Uncategorized, Worries
Tagged Confusion, disaster management, Files, Life, Poem, Poetry, verse, Worries
Control – iron-fisted!
Power – absolute!
Posted in Humanity, Life, Poetry, Society, Uncategorized
Tagged Anarchy, control, heaven, hell, poems, Poetry, power, rule
Her post inspired me to look
out the window
And enjoy the greenery.
So I did look – knowing
No treats awaited me.
Ah! Sky! Cloudy,
Not the sign of an impending rain,
They say the roaming choppers
Chop the pregnant clouds
To save all the million-dollar constructions.
Some say they are ‘poisoned’, aborted.
Anyway, they seldom deliver – anything!
Ah! The next apartment block,
where our ‘neighbours’ live.
The windows shut forever
never frame any face,
because they had given up long back.
Ah! The narrow empty space
around our building,
Where a garden could thrive,
Where we could have some benches.
But all I can see are the ghosts
Of the industrial sewing machines
Abandoned by the cobblers all around.
Sometimes I hear the cats,
but today no cats even.
Now, reluctant to surrender,
I repeat the exercise.
Ah! Two pigeons on the neighbour’s A/c unit!
They are not green,
but they are at least full of life!
Julia, did you
send those messengers for me?
I wish to believe you did.
So, thank you, dear!
Posted in Blessings, Life, Nature, Poetry
Tagged Blessings, cats, choppers, clouds, Nature, pigeons, Poetry, scenery, sky, Windows, word press post
It’s almost an hour.
I am speaking to her.
Trying my best
to get to the core.
Discuss, motivate, encourage,
beg, empathize, sympathize,
agitate, provoke, admonish.
But nothing cracks through.
She’s so calloused.
About to give up,
One last question
out of the blue!
The escape velocity attained.
Tears, disclosures, confessions.
Over the moon.
Posted in Blessings, Childhood, Emotions, Life, Poetry, Worries
Tagged Childhood, counselling, emotions, feelings, Girls, mind, Poetry, psychology, School, student
She is in the lab
Doing an experiment
For the first time
in her life.
She is confident
Yet, from time to time
she cross checks
With her Guru.
The powders measured
like gold, with utmost care,
since she fears
Even the minute variations
may affect the final outcome.
And it is ready !
The testing –
The verdict –
Aha! That’s my cup of tea!
[That was my daughter making her first cup of tea for her father, just now! 🙂]
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Tagged Cooking, Daughter, Father, Kitchen, tea
(STORIES FROM THE SCHOOL – III)
Unit: The Road Not Taken
What’s your ambition?(The same old innocent question)
I was pretty sure of the statistics for the answers.
As usual one-third of the class proudly claimed they want to be doctors. What kind? No idea. That’s fine.
Each one of you loves to be one? What’s the main attraction?
And the prestige?
Yes, yes, of course!!
So that means you would ‘love’ to be with sick people all your working hours? How many of you – now?
To my utter dismay, NOT A SINGLE ONE OF THEM!
Oh, what did I do? Did I ruthlessly eradicate a batch of doctors? Sorry, that was not my intention.
Wait! There were two – but one, a wannabe politician and the other a wannabe journalist. But a politician… and a journalist… and the sick…?
Think of that teacher who doesn’t want to be with students, that salesman who doesn’t want to be with customers, that vet who doesn’t want to be with animals…
Now I know what’s wrong with the doctors these days.
Now I am thinking what I can do to help (at least some of) my wannabe doctors to be REAL doctors.
(STORIES FROM THE SCHOOL – II)
She couldn’t answer –
Meet me later.
What is the problem, dear?
Hmm… no more questions.
Let me know when you are ready.
She was late again-
Third day in a row.
No reply – as usual.
Her shabby uniform,
Were no good signs.
Time to poke my nose.
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Tagged children, Fear, Girls, Poem, Poetry, Scared, School, Students, Tension
In those moments of peace
There was nothing to stir
the tranquility of her mind.
Bored by the stillness and monotony
the mind had curled up somewhere.
Then the message beep!
Surprisingly she decided to check.
OMG! How come?!
Did he…? How can he…?
The mind woke up
She could feel
the pressure build up,
the breathing quicken
the stomach cramp.
She read it again, to confirm
before the explosion.
Only to realize – her prejudices
had pulled a prank on her.
(STORIES FROM THE SCHOOL – I)
She readily agreed to get into the Barnie costume.
May be she enjoyed it, may be she just did it
without even second thoughts.
She stood out in that pretty purple – in every way!
Did/could she actually see
the twinkle in the eyes of the kids,
the surprise on the teachers’ faces,
all the smiles that she induced?
Just a costume could do all that!
Still, we hesitate to make the faces bloom.
Ashamed of looking silly?
The anonymity involved is not worth it?
Thank you, Lamis!
Posted in Blessings, Goodness, Goodness, Life, School, Uncategorized
Tagged Barnie, Costume, Joy, Kids, Schoo, Welcome