Friday, 20 March 2015

Thoughts On The Run

A random collection of ministories

Began the project with a Mind Map,
brought clarity to the central ideas 
Roped in a publisher 
designed the cover  
Toyed with names
fine tuned to five
settled for one
Wrote the first pages
A few Chapters emerged
doubts came up, I stagnated
There was this interminable lull
tapped my creativity reservoir again
The words now just began to flow..
Yes, the last chapter was at last in place!
Scanned through it, reediting it, adding to it
a reputed editor will bring his craft to play
Watching my baby come to life, stand up on its own 

The joy of being an author
, the thrill of shaping my very first Book‬


Worried about her daughter's behaviour, a mother decided to consult a Psychologist.
As she waited in the reception area for her turn to come, her eyes fell on a poster about what Autism was all about. Before she could get to learn more about it, a father with his twin sons, both special children, walked in.
He was cheerfully conversing with them.
Her mind had been preoccupied with her daughter's issue until then. She instinctively reached out to one of the small boys.
A thought crossed her mind.
Am I not much better off? She was suddenly reminded of her failings. Imagine the helplessness and pain of a parent who brings up a special child? If I would have been the mother, I would have cried each time the boy faltered or if someone made fun of him.
I would have prayed to God, why my child?
Imagine the plight of a mother of a stillborn baby?
Her eyes moist, she quietly walked out of the clinic without meeting the Doc. On reaching home, the first thing she did was hug her daughter and she wept.


Offering a rose to my niece, I said,
"Will you be my Valentine, pretty lady?"
"Valentine!! That's so passe! Don't you know what the buzz is about? 
Today is Friday the 13th and it's all the more special this time around~ do you know that Friday 13's have fallen in consecutive months after 123 years!!'
"Now where on Earth did you dig that one out from?"
"Just made it up. For dramatic effect. Am so excited about our party! Hey, could you just come up with a theme for it?"
"Hmmm, lemme see, The Hunger Games 13th~Apocalypse?"
"Yep! That's brilliant, actually! I could go dressed as Katniss Averdeen! Yippee!"
Pretending to be jealous, I asked her, "BTW, who's gonna be your Peeta?"
"I've reserved Peeta for V. Day!" She gushed.
These girls, I sighed.

Wifey was coughing in the morning and she said to me, 

"I think that I have Swine flu"
"Darling you have broken your promises so many times before that I cannot count on you anymore. Anycase, it better not be Swine Flu."
Smiling, she said "I know you care for me! You just pull my leg."
"Nothing of that sort, dear. Swine Flu is highly contagious. Think of something that does not take me with you."

I called up my niece yesterday evening.

"Happy Birthday! Where's the celebration?"
"Oh thank you, join us, we are at Oberoi Mall."
"Uh Huh. I remember someone having told me that she could not party because she'd be studying late into the night.."
My niece giggled "Don't be so nasty. It was all decided at the last minute by friends to surprise me. Please do join us!"
"Hey, I don't want to spoil all your fun...I know you must be saying,
'why did I let out the party bit to him!' "
"No, no! I am serious!"
"You are not allowed to be serious on your Birthday, no way.
And I am serious about that."
We both laughed at that and that was that

We were discussing something in the morning and wifey was adamant about her point of view.
I said smugly, 'l give in as l usually do. But there's also something you'd have to admit where I am always right.'
'And what would that be?' asked my wife indignantly
'That the wife is always right!!'
Wifey's turn to be smug.
'At last you are enlightened. Forgive them who know not what they do.'


The allure of the rose ahead of me

Took a stride and bent down to be near it
Closed my eyes and took in its fragrance
Very gently caressed its petals
Took a step back, could not stop admiring it

Pluck it, I dared not, am not that cruel.
Wouldn't that mean being ungrateful to nature,
which has blessed me with bountiful treasures?

Thursday, 19 March 2015

Story, Story, Story

And quietly our story began
with the magical powers of a pen

The lighter I felt with each word that I read
Each sentence healed a wound, I sensed

Every joyful incident I recalled warmed my heart
As with people in life, characters played their part

Some sniggered and tried to pull me down
True friends pepped me up, cheered me on

Every chapter made me turn my back on the past
A turn of a page made space for new dice to cast

The plot got racy, and this time I was game
Be the challenge daunting or be it tame

I actually began enjoying this journey
A road outlined by a fine pen's nib

A stroke of this pen cut through the chains around me
As I finished the book, it gave birth to a new me.

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

When a Green Zone loses out to Development

Source~ Wikipedia. Image by Mike Peel
As I had promised my grand daughter, Sheila, we were headed to the Zoo in Goregaon, Mumbai. She was quite excited, as any twelve year old would have been. As we drove down the six lane road, I saw vehicles zipping by on the East-West Freeway which shot past overhead. Signs that this was the year 2026 and not the decade before it. The morning grey haze refused to brighten as the day progressed.

"You know, Sheila, when you were a baby, this place used to be a verdant green area~ all 3160 Acres of it! It used to be even called 'the lungs of Mumbai' and rightly so. We used to visit this place ever so often and we have fond memories of it...going for long walks, the boating at the lake, all those film shootings because of the scenic landscape and the fun of a picnic there on a Sunday. We often brought your mother here to play when she was a child."

"Where's all that gone?" Sheila asked in bewilderment "I can't see any sign of it."

"Can you see those tall buildings? That used to be 'Chota Kashmir', one of Suburban Mumbai's most loved picnic spots. The pictures I had taken will give you an idea how beautiful it was. The flora and fauna there was its highlight. Remind me to show you the pics when we reach home. As we drove, I pointed out to the right. You see the huge parking lot and sprawling food court? That's where the lake was" I sighed with nostalgia in my voice.

"None of this was there at all. The Metro shed, Freeway, Business district, Residential buildings for rehabilitation projects and of course, the Zoo, where we are now headed. It was a massacre of the green vista~ the few trees which were spared withered due to the rising pollution. As for the birds and wildlife... "

"Wait a minute. Did none of the people in the area object to plans so insensitive to ecology? Did you not protest? And what about you, specifically, you, grandpa? You are so vocal about issues that are close to your heart. Your voice could have made a difference. Couldn't you have spoken on behalf of the trees who can't speak? What did you do to stop this massacre?"

I could not look her in her eyes. Innocent but determined eyes.
"I was occupied in other causes at that time. I admit I could have done better."

"Your 'better' is not good enough now, is it? I can tell you this for sure. If I were in your place I would have fought tooth and nail to preserve nature's gift for the generations to follow me."
Shiela seemed really upset. "Let's turn around, grandpa. I am in no mood to go to the Zoo anymore."

What was this all about? To readers outside Mumbai and India, here's a newspaper report about the proposed destruction by the civic authority.

Wednesday, 4 February 2015

There's Magic In The Air

There's magic in the air!
Is that just a saying with flair?

I can feel it, sense it, I swear
All around me in the air

Am I not making sense?
Can't you see with my soul's eyes?

In my mind there's magic
Vibrant, flowing magic

The magic in the air's dancing
So is my mind dancing

Our magic dances t
o one rhythm
Synchronicity springs from this rhythm

My soul sings in ecstasy
The mind soul fusion is divinity

Come, join us in this rhythm divine
Let universal magic thrive..

Sunday, 11 January 2015

Ode to Authenticity


I am

I am what I think

I am what I do of what I think

I am what I think about myself

I am what I think about what others think of me

I am what I have learnt, heard, seen and felt

I am what I like and dislike

I think, do, become

I have become

I am

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