October 19, 2014

Healthy Kids make healthy Home

Ria was leaving for office and thought of checking if her daughter has finished eating breakfast or not. As she looked over the table, she found Jia’ breakfast plate totally filled, untouched. She was shocked to see her daughter’s falling appetite and summoned her quickly. Jia came from her room promptly on her mother’s behest but she was dull as ever and found difficult climbing the dining chair given her feeble weight. Ria, worried over her daughter’s falling health, left her car keys aside and sat on the table in bid to make her 6 year old daughter take a proper meal.

The little girl looked over the contents in her plates and started making faces. Like a lot of other girls of her age, she resisted eating greens and yellows in her plate. She has built a strong disliking towards milk and would only eat chips and cold drinks. Chips and cold drinks? Well they are not a very healthy thing to eat and are definitely not a substitute for nutrition. Since Ria was a working mother, she insisted to have her daughter fed a substantial meal before she leaves for her work. Today was no different.

She tried doing different recipes in a bid to make her daughter eat. She even made spinach-peas Samosa, Pasta with mixed vegetable sauce, but often find her daughter skim through the portions wherein she will pick only samosa crust and leave the filling aside, and pasta pieces, wiping the sauce with kitchen tissues.  As a result, Jia started falling sick often and that had started showing on her behavior. Jia started getting cranky over small issues and would often get tired easily. Her activities level fell down drastically and the usual “happy go lucky” Jia, who was the candy of all eyes, started behaving remorse and difficult. The worried parents took her to doctors and all of them said the same thing that Jia’s diet has to be managed. Ria’s husband Rajiv was a corporate honcho who would be often travelling abroad for work. Last week he missed his flight to Frankfurt as he was busy rushing Jia to doctor late that evening. Their social life too has taken a backseat and their casual leaves, to attend the ailing Jia were also on high side. In short their family life has turned restless, hectic and unhappy.
When he returned this morning from his trip, he saw a worried Ria nagging their daughter to eat her food. AS soon as Jia saw her father coming, she kept the spoon aside and rushed to hug her father. Papa Papa she yelled from the table. The doting father ran forward and took his darling daughter in his arms. He glanced at his worried wife and signaled her to calm down. When Jia asked what her father bougt for her from his trip, he took her near his suitcase, opened and took out two medium size paper bag from it and asked Jia to choose one.

“How can I choose without knowing what is in the bag papa. It is so not fair” quipped the young girl.

“Hmmm, you are right” said her father and opened one bag which was full of medicines, syrups and injections. The daughter was shocked to see and said- “So many medicines papa?”

“Yes honey, the way you are falling sick and not eating your food properly, you may need to eat lot of these medicines. Also, let me tell you that they are very bitter. And the injections will become painful when doctors will give it on your little bum again and again.”

“Oops, what is the other choice papa?”

“Well the other choice is a spoon of chywanprash. Just one spoon every day post your food and you will be strong girl. Now choice is yours, baby” said the father

“If I eat a spoon of it every day post food, I will become healthy, papa? Then I need not have to eat these medicines and the one in my room”.

“No you may not have to eat any medicines as you will become healthy” Said the father

“If I become healthy, you will become happy papa”

Yes, If you become healthy, you will be happy. If you become happy, we all will be happy” said the doting father.
The girl noded in affirmation and ran back to the dining table where her mother was waiting to feed her. Jia without making any faces further, started eating the spinach – pulse soup, all by herself. She realized that her parents are unhappy with her health and if she becomes healthy, her family will become happy. After all, A healthy child makes a happy home.

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October 12, 2014

A Poetry on #Selfie

Self-portrait, Vivian Maier 

"Look within self", said the inner voice
"That's my Alter ego", she surmise
and peeped inside the mirror
to see if that reflected.

"Oh there are layers to it.
Or is it the mirror that lies?
Nah! Mirrors are not human
but its human that design mirrors".

She looked between the layers
she threw some thoughtful lights

Against the blue walls
and printed facades
She emerged farther from herself
the farther she went, 
the irony in best,
mirror reflected her image
closer and intact 

That artificial light, hold across her head
appeared as Halo in LED.
at the farther end of her image.
Come closer, the aura is dim nothing
but artificial flashlights
that a! She held in her hand tight!
to look herself in better light
or portray her image in flash light

"Are these mirrors telling me something"? She amazed
at the double entendre mirror played
with her image
or is it her image
that tricked mirror to effects
that she liked to capture
In her self designed portrait picture.

Abandoning introspection, she clicked
the shutter, the aperture's lens blinked.

Ah! That was the picture that she clicked,
that was the image she tricked
with Camera and mirror
Selfie(s) are such a fad!
Over the generations it stayed.

You think it rhymes with Selfish?
Ah! Well no wonder it is so popular.
No wonder it such a mass affair
We click what we want to portray
Using mirrors often to betray
Click more Selfie (s), far and close
introspect the reality and bridge the gap.
Yes Selfie rhymes with selfish
but at the end of day, its meant to be disclose
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October 05, 2014

Run Lola Run

photo by Tom Chambers 
Boundaries breaks with communications
love is the strongest ammunition
Then why use bullets?

Flowing water has no religion,
nor winds or wings of birds has bounds of borders
Then why create it for Humans?

These were many questions
that eroded Lola's notion
and she regretted falling in love

Love was her divine folly
That took her from her home's comfort to Swat Valley
Her lover was an appointed soldier

Why to wait endlessly for soldier's return
situation to move or fate to turn
Iron mesh could not cease you behind.
Take wings of fancy and climb,
enter the prohibition
leave your inhibitions
breath your dreams,
break the barriers,
Break the stereotypes, Shock, Shun!
It's dawn break,
Run Lola Run!


October 04, 2014

Chapter of that Book

“We loose ourselves in books, we find ourselves there too” 


We opened our eyes
and to surprise, found a new world around
shocked and astound
about the life so new-found
Well it was "chapter of that book"
which we call birth and infancy.

Footloose and fancy-free
running behind butterflies
savoring candy, cola and innocence.
"Childhood" was the "chapter of that book"

Books and music and beyond
discovering hobbies, making friends
incubating new hormones and battling fads and trends
we sailed through that phase
"Chapter of that book" was Teenage
where we felt like birds waiting to be un-caged.

with education we found new wings
and new melodies that heart could sing
where everything was bright and colorful.
"youth" was next chapter of that book
before "mid-age" could set in to sting.

Now we are all grown
Wonder where all those dreams have gone
Life has stood on a crossroad
and on this juncture we find ourselves alone
The world continues to move.
But we have stopped running the maze.
Guess this is the "old age"
"Chapter of that book"
which we call life.

Life is indeed a book
where we loose ourselves in
and find ourselves there too.

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda



October 01, 2014

Autumn in Madeira

Autumn in Madeira by Jacek Yerka 
He painted a landscape
dunk in surrealism
Of orange, Yellow, green and
all hues of Autumn

He painted a small hill
in middle of green meadows
Hill that sheltered some wooden houses
One of them has a car, ensconced through the pasture road

He painted trees- tall, dark,
lean, leaned above the condominium layout.
giving lengths to birds for Burrows
and falling leaves to prairies' clout.

He painted Autumn, Autumn in Madeira
Set against the muggy skies.
Ah! It is such a beautiful sight!
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September 25, 2014

Walking Over Water

She waddled through the waves
and paddled over the bubbles
through her boots
managing the tresses on her face.

She wanted to travel to the horizon
and walked as if no one is watching,
she walked as if no one is walking
along with her.

It did not matter to her 
if no shadow followed
or if no figurine lead her
It mattered no longer to her.

They scorned her and mocked
and pushed against the wall
She brushed them aside and did the walking
She was not willing to fall.

They threw her some stones,
pelted immature furor
and uproar
She minced no word,
even though they were absurd
and continued walking over the troubled water.
They followed her with hatred filled laughter.
She turned her back
and walked over water without a care.

not stooping to their level,
bade them luck and goodbye.
For she knew, a better world awaits her,
a better world looks to her forward.
with open arms, embrace.

She walked ahead with poise and grace

Who said you cannot walk over water?
they perchance knew no life art.

The secret of walking over water
is knowing
where stones are.

Source: Magpie Tales
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This poem is also an expression of a  bad experience that the author of this blog has to undergo recently when she was in situation and between two dependents, she chose the one less fortunate but more needy. What followed was not "constructively collaborative" but yes a part of life. So live on. Like we live our good moments, bad experiences too shall be lived, gracefully :)

September 21, 2014

The Last Dandiya

"WOW mumma, this Lehenga is soooo pretty!!!! Can I take this one too"? Asked the little girl looking hopefully in her mother's eyes.

"Beta, you just have already taken two of them from Udaipur yesterday. What will you do with so many ghaghras? wear those two and we can buy more later".

"Mumm I will wear them for the dandiya. All the girls wore such a nice stuff on the Dandiya that day. Besides, you know na how difficult is it to find good ghaghras at our place. And how often do we get to come to this beautiful Nathdwara city and get such stuff. Please mumma. You know how much I love dressing up and dancing. When will I get this opportunity again?

"Beta we are going to Jaipur in 2 days. Thte city has lovely markets and have even more collections. we will  buy one from there. Right now, you wear whatever you have today".

"Mumma but I really liked this one. Please mumma". Insisted the little girl who was yet to step in her teens and was fascinated by dancing and dressing up.

Her mamma relented and given to her only girl child's desire. She knew how much her daughter loves dancing and how they have to struggle to find a good lehenga for her. 

That night, that whole night the girl stayed awake dreaming wearing those lovely lehengas and dancing in them. Next day in Ahemdabad, her mother bought her some choicest mojris and traditional jootis that her daughter can wear for the dandiya that year.

In the hustle and bustle of shopping, they forgot they had train that noon to Jaipur which they missed. The angry yet doting father managed to booked tickets in a luxury bus coach that will depart that night.

"Wow! We are going in the night. That means I got another evening in this city to do Dandiya" said the over excited daughter who was loving all the hullabaloo surrounding the Dandiya and "raas garba" in the navratri. 

She was quintessentially a lass from small town who was touring the beautiful scapes of Gujarat and Rajasthan with her parents on LTA. Initially she was not happy coming on this tour as she was selected for "State level Table Tennis Tournament" in her school. Being a beginner, it was a great achievement for her. For she not just had beaten some of the strongest player in qualifying tournament to earn that position, her bat strokes and down to earth attitude had win her an opportunity to make direct entry in mixed doubles partnering with none other the sports teacher. She had been playing tennis for a year and things have stated looking bright for her. Damn! The tour has come that time. They have to leave next morning. She cannot stay back at home for the tournament. Like she could not stay back at her grand ma's place and study there. Her father forced bring her from her paternal grandparent's family to stay with them. 

After the initial sadness, she has forgotten her missed opportunity behind and began to enjoy the trip. She always believed in living the moment and leaving the past behind. And she was enjoying every bit of it. She attended a dandiya an evening before and post initial awkwardness and feeling of xenophobia, she started getting into groove. She started picking the dance steps and in fact made some silent friends there. Tonite, she wanted to dance her heart out. One more evening before she leaves Udaipur for the next city of her trip- Jaipur.

Her father promised her that he would take her out to all other places in Rajasthan during Navrati for Dandiya. 

"Beta, beta lets go, it's time. We need to get on the bus". reprimanded the mother, in a bid to pull her "too absorbed in dancing" daughter out from the dandiya program towards the car that as waiting for them to drop at the bus station. It was an unknown city for them and after already missing their train in the afternoon, she did not wanted to miss the bus. They have checked out from the hotel too. Their lovely Lakshmi Vilas Palace hotel that looked over the beautiful Chilka lake. 

"Oh mamma. There is ample time for bus. I wanted to dance some more time. It was so much fun. Dunno when would I get this chance to be here in this city in Navratri and do the Dandiya". quipped the little girl.

"Navratri has just begun. There are 6 more days to it. And celebration at Jaipur would be even bigger and grand. Don't worry. Udaipur is not end of it". consoled the ever wise mother to her daughter while they boarded the luxury coach bus and  settled in their seats. 

"Yes Udaipur is not end of it, Jaipur would be even more fun. Gosh, I get to meet so many cousins and relatives there. I am excited" said the girl.

That night she slept thinking the various dandiya moves that she learnt that day and going to perform at Jaipur Navratri functions. She was very excited to be there. She wanted to open her eyes but he mother told her to sleep so that she don't feel lazy next day.

She opened her eyes again to see her younger brother sobbing by her mother's side. She wanted to ask what happened. But her mother asked her to sleep again. She felt something unusual. She went back to sleep. She tried to open her eyes 2-3 more time successively that night but every time she found somebody else sitting by her side, asking her to close back her eyes. She could not fathom why. She wasn't feeling good about it. Somehow her mind was too drowsy to grasp the situation. All she could realize that something terribly unusual happened and she was not feeling good about it.

She tried to move her hands, her legs but she cannot inch them a further, She found some sort of strips tied on her legs and hands. She felt stings of needles pressed against her arm. She cannot even move her head or he mouth. 

What was going on? She wondered. Her whole body was burning with pain and numbness, both together.

When she finally came into conscious, 2 days past beyond her notice. She found herself in a strange place, almost tied to an iron bed. She learnt that it is a hospital Trauma ward, where people with extreme conditions are tended. She learnt that the bus she was travelling in, met with an accident. She learnt that bus driver drank too much of alcohol and that led to accident. She learnt that she was the biggest victim of the accident. She learnt that she was badly injured in that accident. She learnt that she lost her leg too in that accident. She learnt that she may not be able to walk or stand ever again. Suddenly the acute pain in her body turned numb and she went back to unconsciousness again.

Her sports and dance career was over for ever. Udaipur was end of it for her. When she got up back again, she asked the doctor- Doctor would I be able to walk again? 

The doctor hold her hand, smiled, in a way to assure and said yes. She looked at her mother to get her nod too. She found her mother crying, with her bandaged hand, trying to mute her own sighs in her mouth. 

That whole Navratri, Dussehra, Diwali and even New year and Holi, that girl spent lying on the hospital bed feeling proud of being able to move her hands finally, while aching to stand back and walk on her feet.

That was indeed her last Dandiya, dancing and being/doing what she loved most. 

She gave her unworn ghaghras and all those dresses to girls who can wear them. She could no longer wear them as much as she cannot do the things that she wanted to do. 

She was told that it was a miracle that she braved that accident and came live out of it. She wondered what the miracle was. And why?



September 16, 2014

Let There be Light


मन बावरा है 
जाने कहा भटकता फिरे 
मन सांवरा हैं 
तेरी तपिश में सुलगता फिरे 

तेरी धूप के रूख , मुँह धरे 
है पर्दो में लिपटी मेरी आँखे।
जाने किस खिड़कियों  के पट खोलकर 
है खड़ी तेरी राह में, मेरी साँसे 

मन चाह रहा है 
तेरे सुख की आस में बरसने को,
मन बह  रहा है 
तेरी बाँहो में चुपके से, लग कर गले

मन आवारा नहीं,
कि जैसे पतझड़ में गिरे पत्ते 
जो दरख़्तों के साये से 
छिटक के दूर कहीं खो जाते हैं 
मायूस हो कर बुझे पत्ते 
शाखों की फ़िराक में 
खुले आसमानों के तले। 
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The above poem is one of my "on spurr of moment" creations based on the picture prompt given by the gorgeous team of MagpieTales. This time I felt like ding the challenge in the Hindi Language. In case if you have trouble reading in Hindi, Here's the translation of above in English....

Heart is a crazy wanderer
dunno where it wanders in randomness
This dusky heart
burns sapphire in thou desire

Turning it's face towards your sunshine,
my eyes curtained in your sunshine.
Opening the panes of unknown windows
these breaths awaits your path

Heart wishes to ensconced itself 
drench in hopes of your joys
it wants to drown itself
hidden inside the ring of your arms

For all hearts that wanders, are not lost 
like those leaves of autumn, which
falls down the embrace of their trees
dull, lifeless and lost in oblivion leaves,
in search of branches
Under the open wide cerulean

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Mann Bawra hai
Jaane kaha bhatakata phire
Mann Saawra hai
Teri Tapish mein sulagata phire
Teri dhoop ke rukh, mooh karke
he pardo mein lipti meri aankhe
Jaane kis khidkiyo ke pat kholke
hai kahdi teri raah mein meri saanse

Mann Chaah raha hai
ki teri sukh ke aas mein yeh baras pade
Mann beh raha hai
tere baahon me chup se lag ke gale

Mann awara nahi
jaise patjhad se gire patte
jo darkahto ke saaye se,
chitak kahi, dur kho jaate hai
maayus ho kar boojhe  patte 
shaakho ki firaq mein
khule aasmano ke tale
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