Mind

I kept brooding: you hollow mind,

What are you waiting for?

Love? Heard a beat mumble,

Don’t you deserve?

Care…you ever went through?

Endearment, I know I had…

Fondness…you’re matured,

You’re a wife, the mother

Of a young girl…

Care for them,love them,

Give…and like a Woman,

Wait for the doors of heaven!

I laughed,yet in wonder,

Dear my Mind…you still sane?

Tossed by all…You intact?

On a Rainy Day

I repeatedly fancy a drastic,desired change in weather as though I am armed with a remote control to switch on, change and re watch things of my choice, as per my whims. Monday blues would have bade a huge waving hand onto everybody’s face, had it been so…The onset of monsoons and its various avatars was so dear-some! As it is monsoon which fills Indian granaries, they are much awaited and grandly welcomed, irrespective of zonal differences, across different corners of our vast nation.

The very thought of beginning of the new academic calendar on June 1st or 2nd with heavy showers at frequent intervals created joy boundless in the minds of school going children. Under new, coloured, printed umbrellas , like clusters of mustard seeds they forwarded to and fro to the school, dancing to the changing rhythms of the rain. The roof breaking roaring sound of those rains often brought happiness to those young minds, as it relieved them from some free hours. Playing splash games in the muddy pool waters was their favourite game during rains.

Having surpassed those times, being one among the working population, I don’t appreciate a rain when I am on my way home or to work. As if they wait for my convenience! Back then and even now , I love to recollect my memories associated with monsoon. On a rainy day, with a hot mug of tea and hot pakodas(a fry), with frequent naps, simply sitting on the couch with a book in my hand, I would love to take an off from work, just to regain my joyous memories!

Looks like the rain too miss me, for it’s cloudy and cool now!

rekha@shivam

Together We Stand- To Illuminate the World!

Just drawing myself back from our beloved PM, Sri. Narendra Modiji’s nine minutes call, I sat right in front of on my study table with this site open to scratch something on its white background. We Indians have an Indian nerve extra in our nervous system, I must admit,(conditions apply) that instilled a strong urge in me to scratch even your tiny, little heads!

We ran out when it was 8.55 to see the response from the locality, Our grumpy neighbours were also preparing to lighten Diyas. The clock struck 9 and Lo! Diyas were lit! Wonder, Oh, Wonder! the entire locality was illuminated with Diyas which made us realize, though there’re a lot of enmity and other human bound eight qualities amidst us,for our Nation, for the well being of the entire humanity, we stand united!

I wonder at the commanding power this great soul, NAMOji possess! I happened to remember Nehru’s comment on Mahatmaji who was spellbound at the commanding power of Gandhiji to draw the entire Indians together towards our freedom fight. We won there as only Indians there, the whole world except ‘The Creator’ and ‘The Opportunist’ is together for a common cause, common good of the humanity, we shall pass this too!

China has waged the Third World War and has probably won, but look at us Indians, we have won hearts! United we stand with the rest of the world…

‘Subham karoti kalyanam Arogyam Dhana Sampadah

Shatru Buuddhi Vinashaya Deepa Jyoti NAMOstute.’

‘JAI HIND.’

On Becoming Half-Orphan(Personal Dairy-I)

Dear readers, today’s mood directs me not to write on topics of global concern, I realize, you too need a break! That very thought made me ask many self questions as a result of which I finally landed on something personal, I know personal stories are always sensational. Again I beg your pardon, there’s nothing sensational about this…🤷‍♀️

Being the younger one among the two daughters of my parents, I enjoyed minority privileges, also as His pet until my father passed away in 2016, November 14th. Don’t ask me what happened later on, it’s a question of judgement than a matter of concern. As he consoles me often in my dreams, I sense his presence by my side, though at times I turn angry at him.I am sorry Pa…you often make me very much realize how much do I miss you…

I must tell you that he had prolonged cardiac illness, since my higher secondary days itself. Once he was so close to a total collapse, but due to science and its inventory medicines, he surpassed moments of anxiety. He dropped out of smoking which otherwise was the only stress buster he resorted to. He gradually was back upon the horse again. Years went by, he got easily tired from short walks yet he pretended to be alright. He attended the regular check-ups which once again confirmed everything is normal. Nothing was happening. One of those check-up sessions he attended along with the company of my mother and our neighbour driver friend, he had a sudden collapse. Soon he was diagnosed with Lung Cancer! A patient in the third stage of his cancerous disease. The Doctor guaranteed, a surgery to remove the lump which is cancerous, would definitely help him live for another few years. We had no second say…surgery was carried out and I still remember how badly he wanted to be back at home.

At home he suffered memory loss, but he did not easily succumb. Back on the same road, he again faced yet another collapse, this time too at the check-up session! He was at the hospital for nearly a week, I received a call from my mother, informing me about the graveness of the situation. As my sister is settled abroad and we had not much ‘sensitive’ relatives, it was my spouse who often attended him at the hospital. He was, but this time stuck up with his work, but soon we left for native. I recollect how I directly reached the hospital to see our driver friend guarding my father in the intensive care unit. Me and offspring were permitted to watch him through the window screen. The pulse rate read 93, I vaguely remember…the doctor again assured me that things are going to be fine as he’s responding to the treatment. with that assurance, happily I left for home in the evening, by bus. The bus which had snail’s pace then sang a melody which was too symbolic and reminded me of the soothsayer of Julius Caesar.

It said ‘The setting sun which is burning in the valley, Is going to be ensnared by You ultimately…’

Sitting on the window seat, I felt a whirling sensation, soon my spouse called me to inform the deteriorated state of affairs and also the changed stand of the doctor. A soothsayer never proved wrong! That sleepless night, I informed my mother of meeting the inevitable end and she was rather courageous. Next morning, with my sister, I went to the hospital just to confirm that he’s bid a permanent goodbye. I shouted at the nurse, ‘look pulse rate is till reading,’ and she told me rather helplessly ‘it’s only the body warmth.’ All is done and gone, but the feeling of lasting loneliness and permanent desolation you pushed me into, my dear Pa…is perdurable.

Emanation

Limpid eyes starting at the door, gave a yell!

Hey, do your often hear the trotter;

Of legs that pace towards you and lift you

With hands and you unload your loads?

Are you resting on a shoulder,

That can warm you up as the blanket ;

Of thoughts do?

Are you weirdly wandering your long;

Thick fingers on a chest wood,;

That can give you the aromatic apprentice

You were searching for?

…forlorn,downcast and despondent,

I curled up in a nook

Where my musters were the only companion

I could see shading over me…

                               Awakening, But Does it Prolong?

While majority is busy playing a safe ‘hide and seek’ behest the pandemic, a minority, especially Media friends, is found analyzing or asking questions of common concerns which are worth billion dollars. As time (otherwise, the Villain) has taken the shape of a straight line, I thought I would also join that minority and launch a few more onto you.

We often talk about “brain drain’ which kept happening, keeps happening. As Mother India couldn’t and possibly can’t (to them) accommodate her brainy children, there they went in search of safe, hygienic, platinum pastures. Well…no objections are raised against your assertion on those adjectives with which you introduce the migrant country, but one – safety! The headline of a news channel read, “To the researchers, people in India are safer or at less risk than in any others from the New Virus threat.” How can anyone expect a child to be safe away from its mother? Right now, how many among her affectionate children desire desperately to be with her, but kept away? How many of them would have momentarily thought there could have been better decisions, had they thought wise? Well…this is the apt time, let our mother celebrate on her righteous ‘brain gain.’ If you still think you miss something over there, or you’re well settled in your la la land, then we all sing glory to you!

Shifting the focus to the evergreen humanitarian concerns, I happen to remember the remark of someone very recently, gone are those days when you pose, ‘look human, I just landed from Germany by the morning flight.’ And you look at him with awe and ask in turn, ‘How’s the weather there?’ the way of welcoming has transformed now! Await is over and imagine you’re back…As the same person rightly sympathized a day ago, your own family dispel you, you’re even emotionally distanced! Time too, takes a reverse turn…

Long live our ‘Desi Kitchens!’ hang out, lunch , drink or dine, when the New Gen and working lots resort to the fast and super delicious street food, they never bothered to check on the hygiene of those ‘delicious’ ingredients, water used to add to the delicacy or even the surrounding. Shall we now improve our eating habits?

I feel, this wretched situation is the inevitable consequence of our foolishness,. We neither did believe in the simple theory of CO-EXISTENCE. We never approve of the fact that Earth belongs to other living beings too, if someone less owned, secondarily possessed, it’s us. Kindness, tolerance and morality is fast disappearing from the very face of earth. If we do not allow the eco-system to balance, the system itself, in the form of many microbes can torture us to scary death, Yorkers which bounce and will send you to the pavilion!

Aren’t we taught wholesomely by the greatest teacher, Nature? Shall we not be greedy? Can we learn the pleasures of togetherness? Do we really learn to be better humans? Does the learning prolong? Time must answer this…and soon it will!

rekha@shivam

Digi- Relations

I often wonder how even the thickest of human relations have changed corresponding to its call, from ‘era’. A large sect among us name it as transformation, I would even go to the extent of calling it as a Metamorphosis. The process I mentioned later, biologically, is an enticing, beauteous procedure, inevitable for the maintenance of Eco-system, but the one I am referring to here is an outcome, which if desired is avoidable still not aesthetically pleasing.

I remember those bygone times where everything went on manually, as much as anything. The feel of an Indian Festival created so much of a festive mood among the entire local people that everyone’s face brimmed with excitement and all of them looked too religious. Children as a group pastured the nearby meadows to collect the religiously significant plants and flowers for worship . They too had a vital part, none were exempted from their customary chores, even the super senior citizens. They had a major say in everything, in fact nothing went against their wish. As clean as a whistle, the menu for the feast was shortlisted by them.Now that I think back to, their role is reduced to the corner of an attic. When huge social get-together or parties have paved the way for those kind of ancient, customary celebrations, we can only visualize their tired, abandoned looks. Children are either objects of status or an addition to nuisance value. Modern childhood is armed with extremely updated gadgets, and it’s there where it ends.

From the telephonic era, we have moved towards the android era. The thrill of booking a trunk call on our land phone and that wait for the call to be connected, still makes our heart skip a beat. Gradually we laddered on basic mobile phones and the thought of those long talks with our family members, kith and kin is yet again spellbinding. Android age,video calls and what not, nuclear families have transformed into nano families with nano significance to relations. The kind of connection children have with their mothers, siblings have mutually, grandchildren have with their grandparents is digitized. Ego, attitude,competitive approach have also ‘progressed’ to be digitized. I-always- think-big- attitude is just to make others feel you-are-always-wrong.

Time is scarcely with anyone, so let’s learn to respect others acknowledging that they too have scarcity. Let’s believe what perhaps can be true. Let’s appreciate the small,little good things in others. Let’s also not think that only we can be possibly true. Let’s identify possible Brutuses and also Lady Macbeths . Moreover let’s learn to BEHAVE! Let’s SAVE and be STATIC tightening our holds on this DIGI-RELATIONS, not permitting them to pass on to another major epoch!

Bleeding Heart

The aching heart of which I remain as the petty owner;

Started throbbing with a mighty thud:

The day’s duty is over, you miss something,

You lack something, you’re devoid of something;

Is it the soothing words a woman wish to listen to?

Is it a pair of stretched arms that gives coziness?

is it that warmth on her forehead and then

On her lips that turn her soon into a seductress?

And then wrapped in those arms, gazing at his eyes,

She transforms herself…

Oh my bleeding heart, you dare desire for…

You’re destined to be in the battlefield,

Struggling for your own existence,

winking a while, my eyes welled up…

Introduce Yourself (Example Post)

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Introduce Yourself (Example Post)

This is an example post, originally published as part of Blogging University. Enroll in one of our ten programs, and start your blog right.

You’re going to publish a post today. Don’t worry about how your blog looks. Don’t worry if you haven’t given it a name yet, or you’re feeling overwhelmed. Just click the “New Post” button, and tell us why you’re here.

Why do this?

  • Because it gives new readers context. What are you about? Why should they read your blog?
  • Because it will help you focus your own ideas about your blog and what you’d like to do with it.

The post can be short or long, a personal intro to your life or a bloggy mission statement, a manifesto for the future or a simple outline of your the types of things you hope to publish.

To help you get started, here are a few questions:

  • Why are you blogging publicly, rather than keeping a personal journal?
  • What topics do you think you’ll write about?
  • Who would you love to connect with via your blog?
  • If you blog successfully throughout the next year, what would you hope to have accomplished?

You’re not locked into any of this; one of the wonderful things about blogs is how they constantly evolve as we learn, grow, and interact with one another — but it’s good to know where and why you started, and articulating your goals may just give you a few other post ideas.

Can’t think how to get started? Just write the first thing that pops into your head. Anne Lamott, author of a book on writing we love, says that you need to give yourself permission to write a “crappy first draft”. Anne makes a great point — just start writing, and worry about editing it later.

When you’re ready to publish, give your post three to five tags that describe your blog’s focus — writing, photography, fiction, parenting, food, cars, movies, sports, whatever. These tags will help others who care about your topics find you in the Reader. Make sure one of the tags is “zerotohero,” so other new bloggers can find you, too.