Sunday, December 21, 2014

Second thoughts should come first (A short story)

Vikram was married for 24 year he had two sons. As his second son went to university he decided he should take a pause in his life and take some decisions. All his life he had lived for others and thought it was time he gave a thought for himself. He was unhappy about his marriage right from the beginning however carried on and was reaching a land mark of 25 years. Vikram decided he had been sad all these years at least he should not die sad. Enough was enough and felt the main reason for his grief was his marriage. Vikram discussed with his wife. Vikram and wife were recommended a counsellor. Vikram was so convinced he should separate and he was thinking about it for years that he came to the same conclusion that he should separate from his wife.
Vikram went through the painful process of separation and decided to never ever consider marriage. The humiliation his wife had subjected him to for years had a lasting impact. After the separation he took a small apartment on rent. Started going for yoga classes. Life was looking up for him. He got a call from his friend Vinay. Vinay's friend Sumi was coming to Vikram's city and need help settling down. Sumi was joining a competitor of Vikram's company and had similar qualifications as Vikram. Vikram got in touch with Sumi and being a helpful person that he was welcomed her and went about settling her. Took her around the city went around with her to select suitable accomodation, shopping etc. Sumi was impressed with his helpfulness. Sumi had shifted to Vikram city separated from her marriage of many years. It was strange both Sumi and Vikram started thinking why was my spouse not like this? Why did we not meet earlier? Is it worth taking a risk to propose marriage? It took many months for them to be convinced that they had found in each other the companion they were looking for 25 years.

August 2010

August 2010 was a tough month with self, mother-in-law and Anupama played musical chairs in getting sick. Thanks to all this we added among other things an AK-47 sorry a walking stick that looks like a AK-47 for my mother-in-law. Artemis hospital where my mother-in-law was treated turned out to be quite a comfortable place and I tempted to get admitted to enjoy the air conditioning and designer food. We celebrated Ganesh Chaturti at home. Off course with my limited knowledge some how sat for the Pooja and did probably number of mistakes. Could have also made a mistake when requesting forgiveness to God for making mistakes!

Some more thoughts on Gurgaon (No offence meant just joking)

In Gurgaon like most Indian cities you must be aware of a minimum of 360 Deg around you. Any part that defines a noun (with one exception i.e. place) viz. name, animal or thing can come at you.
The nearby chowk does not have its signals on even for 5% of the time. Whenever they are on, people do not believe that a red light would turn green so proceed happily. The chowk also has some signals pointing in the wrong direction of the road probably for those who regularly drive in the wrong direction.

What would you call a mixture of Coca-Cola and Fanta?

Coketail

Why Ghosts, Rakshasas (Demons) need to laugh loudly

I was wondering why in our films Ghosts and Rakshasas (demons) need to laugh loudly for no reason. Offcourse these people could be humourous. I think that producers need to spend very less if they do this. Imagine how much a producer needs to spend for showing a king- good clothes, a palace etc. while to show a demon-just barely a small cloth to cover some part of his body. Then to tell the audience he is a demon he has to laugh loudly saving the producer a lot of money no fancy costumes no palaces!

The quietest place in Mumbai

The most quietest place in Mumbai should be on a footover bridge in a Central Railway station (mostly after Dadar) towards Thane.

Who should get a Padmashri from the Indian Government?

Padmashri is given for public service. In my opinion then all racket sport athletes should be given as they do a service in public!

Haryana electricity board has a special service

I saw an advertisement in which houswife's discuss among themselves that they have a new device in their kitchens they put food to cook in it switch on the power button and then go for shopping. When they come back the food is cooked as the device shut power on its own. In Gurgaon the electricity board provides this service. Put food to be cooked in your oven and go for shopping. The electricity board will switch off power supply sometime after you have left!

Gen Raaga

The power situation in Gurgaon shifts between between bad and worse. When the power goes the generator takes over for the lift and colony lighting.

I find that it also is musical starting with an Alaap and then stabilisng and going onto complete a Raag of its own which I call the Gen Ragga named after the generator. In between the power situation had improved dramatically probably the generator was missing its regular practice and like a true musician used to suddenly express a Taan for a short while and stop.

A song for the Chinese

I remember the song "Dukhi Man mere...." by Devanand and put together some different words for the Chinese.

Sukhi Man mere sun mera kehana jahan nahi china wahan nahi rehana....

Some Thoughts

Over the years I have been cracking some sick jokes and also writing some sick articles mostly to entertain my office colleagues and my children. Just thought should make a note of whatever I remember.

A fundamental question
Why do fathers need to entertain their children?
Because their mother's bore (pun intended) them

The Serial Kyo Kisi Saas bhi kabhi bahu thi inspired me to think: Kyu ki Sauce bhi kabhi Tamatar tha.

Some thoughts on Gurgaon (No offence meant just joking):
It's a secret nobody knows that Gurgaon is a completely rain harvested city (as there is no drainage). The power situation varies between bad and worse hence here man's best friend is not the dog but the inverter. At times seeing the traffic jams I feel that the fastest mode of transport is walking. Every garden here is Tau Devilal garden so if you do not know where you are, you can always tell your friend that you stay near Tau Devilal Udyan. Vehicles do not stop at traffic signals but I found some stop signs, drivers I am sure would be hurrying past stop signs thinking they are not supposed to stop there!

Some thoughts on Mumbai (No offence meant just joking)

Most people all over the world  would dread a cold but those in Mumbai would welcome it. If somebody is sneasing they would run towards the person to get the virus. There are several benefits of having a cold. If you have cold you can stand comfortably in a local train as those not "enlightened" by its advantages would keep away from you. Also you can happily stand whenever there is a stench on the way in the local train. Even when you walk on the road whichever route you take a garbage bin is a must that you would need to cross, so whereas others struggle to walk across the waste bin you can amble across comfortably.

To get into and out of local trains and buses one needs to be minimum an acrobat. How time has changed in Mumbai. Those who traveled by local train would earlier tell their friends "I got a window seat". It was something one could share with somebody. Then came the stage when people said "I got a seat to sit". Then "I got a place to stand". Now people can tell their friends "I came standing and could stand straight" this is novelty in local trains now.

On the tune of the song "Pari Hu Main" I made a song for Mumbai
Khadi Hu Main Mujhe Nah Baithna, Train Aur Bus Main Baithna Milta Nahi, Rickshaw Aur Taxi Main Ghomna Parvad Ta Nahin, Khadi Hu Main Mujhe Na Baithna.

Some thoughts on Baroda (No offence meant just joking)

When I first landed at Baroda in 1995 I decided to go to my cousin sister's place from the railway station. Being from Mumbai I thought lets use public transport. I went to the bus stand and started asking people which bus could take me to my cousin's place, I started by asking the name of a road, a certain landmark etc. nobody seemed to know which bus would take me there then one bright person asked "which society does your sister stay?" I said "Samta" and he immediately pointed to a bus and told me to hurry and catch it as it would take me to my destination. I was impressed my cousin was staying in a society famous in Baroda. I later realised that all address were based on societies either your society will be in front of or behind and sometimes near some "famous" society.

I stayed at a trainees hostel for some time, it had a caretaker Navin bhai. My friend Dr. Kannan joined the same day as I did in a company in Baroda. A trainee took Kannan to Navinbhai and introduced him saying he is Dr. Kanan a very important person in the company and that he would be staying there for some time, the first response of Navinbhai was "My tooth is aching!". He was disappointed when told that Kanan was a Phd. doctor and not a doctor of medicine!

I would discuss with my friend as to who is most comfortable in Baroda. After much discussion we came to the conclusion that its not a rich man but being a cow. Cows have their meetings regularly at several points in the city. After it rains l invariably all cows are found in the middle of the road as that is the first to dry up. Knowing they can have their way they will happily continue their meetings or inspect cars as they go past. I would wonder what do they discuss in the several meetings. Almost all houses would have a place outside where they would keep some food for a cow to come and eat.  I would guess the discussions would be something like this:
Cow1: Hey do you know their was a feast at the Patel's they had mixed every dish they had prepared it was really Yummy
Cow2: You are really lucky my Massi (aunty) is fasting so get all the boring stuff. I think the Gulab Jamuns eaten during fasting are not served to us. I want to protest.

When I first went to Baroda I tried o find out what are the differences between Mumbai and Baroda. There were several. I and my friend used to commute by bus to office and back. The bus would stop properly and we could get into the bus comfortably. I realized that to get into the bus you don't have to be an acrobat like Mumbai but to stand in the bus you had to be one. The bus would rumble along the road shaking, there was hardly anything to hold on to so balancing was the only way. I used to struggle to stand but found that the conductor would not only stand properly without support but would accept money and hand over tickets to passengers I admired him very much and wished some gymnastics coach should have traveled in the bus, he would have spotted a talent for the Olympics!

Malaria was quite common in Baroda. When I first got it and told my friend I got it thinking I would get some sympathy he told me it was good that I got Malaria. Surprised I asked why he felt like that, he told me that doctors here are expert at treating malaria and any other disease would have taken time to diagnose and cure!

Baroda is a great city I thoroughly miss it.

MS Dhoni's stirring performance

When I watch MS Dhoni I find that he turns his bat around almost like stirring some liquid in a big vessel. Hence I call his every performance a stirring performance.

Why is every car in India an i10?

Every  hatchback and Sedan available in India is to seat 5 people which means 10 eyes hence every car is an i10. 

Name the person who is a bhai without stepping into Gujarat

It is common knowledge that the moment you set your foot in Gujarat you become a bhai. If you are Mukesh you will be Mukesh bhai and so on. Gujarati's are cultured and polite people hence they address people like this. But without stepping into Gujarat some are bhais. Can you name them? They are all those with the name Abhay ( a bhai!).

Sabse Bade Balaiya

A variation of the Omkara song:

Dham Dham Dhandaiya Re Sabse Bade Balaiya Re Sangakara!

Sangakar is batting well. He was also at the No. 1 spot as a batsman.

Call for dinner song

When I got a call for dinner at home, I thought of this song:
Tum Ne bulaya Or Hum Chale Aye, Jaan Ek Thali Par Le Aaye Re....

My name is Sheera (Suji ka Halwa)...

A song for Sheera (Suji Ka Halwa):
My Name Is Sheera, Sheera Ek Mithai, I Am So Tasty For You, Mein Tere Plate Mein Ayee.

Amla Hoon......

On the tune of Awara Hoon: Amla Hoon, Kabhi Jam Mein Hoon Kabhi Achar Mein Hoon, Amla Hoon
On of the most nutritious fruits - Amla also called Avala in my mother tongue which inspired the song.

Andheri Raaton Mein..... (for all those in support)

A tribute to those in support work: Andheri Raton Mein, Sumsan Imarto Mein, Har Mushkil Ka Hal Dhoond Ne, Ek Team Nikal Ta Hai, Jise Log Helpdesk Kehay Te Hai

What is the most common mode of transport in Hindi film songs?

I think its not a train nor an aeroplane its a bus. Examples being Meri Aankhon Mein bus Gayi, Bus Jaye (not train) Mera Soona Angana etc. etc.

Name the most musical community

Its the Sardars as all of them Singh (Sing!).

The Complete Machine

I found a complete machine in Baroda it was called "Puri" machine (used for making Puri's). 

Bill Na Diya, Cash Le Liya

Bill Na Diya, Cash Le Liya
Bolo to Bolo Kya Kiya,
Sarkar Ko Sudhar Laneka
Mauka Na Diya Na Diya


Lets help the Govt to collect Tax ask for a bill every time you buy anything.

Gurgaon Ki Bijli

Mein Gurgaon Ayi
Badi Ashaye Liye
Bijli Faraar Hui
Sare Din ke Liye

Dr. Aroon Bhavanishankar Samsi— An exceptional humanitarian doctor (Article from Kanara Saraswat Mar 2010)

Link: http://rups.net/kanara/forms/March2010.pdf
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The article is reproduced below:
Dr. Aroon Bhavanishankar Samsi
— An exceptional humanitarian doctor
Raghunath N. Gokarn, Mumbai
On 26 December, 2009, nature dealt humanity a cruel blow by suddenly snatching away from this
world, a doyen of the medical fraternity, Dr Aroon Bhavanishankar Samsi. On the early morning of 22nd December, Aroon suddenly collapsed in his Bandra home due to a brain hemorrhage and was removed to Ramkrishna Mission Hospital in Khar, Mumbai. Later, for want of adequate facilities, he was moved to KEM Hospital; perhaps he was destined to breathe his last here, in the place where he had spent several years attending to and curing thousands of patients from all walks of life.
A highly reputed and respected surgeon-sportsman of exceptional qualities, Dr Samsi left this world and created a huge void, almost impossible to fill. He was the President of the Kanara Saraswat Association in 1996. The large gathering of relatives, members of the medical fraternity, cricketers and sportsmen, patients and their relatives at his funeral stood testimony to his standing in the field of medicine and sports.
Prof. Ratnakar Shetty of the Maharashtra Cricket Association and BCCI placed a wreath on his body and spoke glowingly of Dr. Samsi’s contribution to sports. Dr. Samsi was born on 17 August, 1935. He had a brilliant educational career and joined G.S. Medical College in Mumbai in 1957 for his MBBS degree.
He obtained his Master of Surgery from the same institution in 1961, and chose to work in its allied
KEM Hospital where he became Lecturer in Surgery in 1965, and rose to become Assistant Professor in 1967 and Professor in 1969.
He was appointed as Head of the Department of Surgery in 1986 and continued in this capacity till
his retirement in 1993. He was particularly admired and respected by his peers as much for his excellent foundation of clinical practice and judgment as for his clean and neat surgical skills. He was also an examiner for many universities, in various branches of medicine.
While at KEM Hospital, Dr. Samsi and his team pioneered the introduction of dialysis which became
a boon to patients with kidney disorders. He was associated with Dr. P.K. Sen who undertook the
first-ever heart transplant in India. In 1983, he started a Homeopathic Clinic in KEM Hospital but since the hospital was run on the Allopathic system, he had to close the centre. However, he continued to practice Homeopathy on his own, till the last. He was also responsible for establishing a Cancer Centre.
Here again, due to the lack of proper publicity, when the Centre could not draw patients, he used his
time fruitfully by attending to patients of relatives, administering homeopathic medicines. His fame
spread far and wide, and the Centre which was scarcely visited suddenly started getting patients in hundreds.
His desire for widening remedial facilities in different ways failed for reasons unrelated to his lofty aim. His remedial concepts were ahead of his times. Dr. Samsi was conscientious in all his activities and observed the Hippocratic Oath, which he had taken after graduating from medical college, in letter and spirit. He believed in ethical practice. His philosophy of life was to serve the patient to cure him and relieve his agony. He enjoyed this work.
Dr. Samsi was an excellent teacher, and many of his students have become highly successful doctors and gained fame in private practice. Had he decided to start private practice he would have become a popular surgeon and prospered financially; but he stuck to his alma mater and a Municipal general hospital to serve the less fortunate not out of compulsion but by preference. He was not one to be lured by the thought of making money; rich or poor he treated all with the same devotion and skill. While treating a patient, he would bring himself to the patient’s level and instill confidence in the patient that he/she would be cured.
The doctor in Dr. Samsi did not rest even after retirement in 1993. He was invited by the management of D.Y. Patil Medical College, New Bombay, as Head of the Department of Surgery and to attend to patients in the Rajawadi Municipal Hospital, Ghatkopar, Mumbai. He worked in Rajawadi Hospital till his last days.
Besides medicine, Dr. Samsi had a liking for sports, both western and indigenous. He played cricket,
hockey, football, badminton and tennis. However, later, because of a shoulder injury, he had to give up stressful games but he continued to play cricket by donning wicket-keeping gloves. Representing his college, he brought laurels to it. He played cricket for the Kanga League in Mumbai and in the Mumbai Muncipal Corporation Mayor’s team. In one such match, the late Vijay Merchant had spotted the genius in Aroon when he had scored a ton. His love for sports brought him in contact with leading players of Test cricket and other sportsmen. Being a doctor always ready to help, his sportsmen friends used to come to him for treatment of their injuries and even minor ailments. The sportsmen he treated are household names and included ace players like Sunil Gavaskar and Gundappa Viswanath. Gavaskar talks of Dr. Samsi in glowing terms in his book
Sunny Days.
Dr. Samsi, consequently, thought of starting a clinic for sportsmen in KEM Hospital. He thus became a pioneer of sports medicine, which has now become a speciality. He was elected on the governing council of the Bombay Cricket Association. In 1984, he was appointed as Medical Officer to tour with the Indian cricket team to Pakistan for a series of matches. He was Medical Officer for almost all national and international sports events including World Cup Hockey in 1981-82. Being an amiable person, he got along well with players from both sides and one player who was very fond of Dr Samsi was none other than Javed Miandad of Pakistan.
Dr Samsi was devoted to giving relief to the ailing person. When he found that his patients were not
responding to Allopathic medicine, he not only turned to Homoeopathy but even to Ayurveda with the sole objective of alleviating their suffering. In an interview given to this magazine in 1984, he had said, "My ambition in life is to reach the poorest of the poor and this can only be achieved by practicing in a Municipal hospital"— a Gandhian thought in practice. His approach was holistic even then. It is interesting to observe that nowadays this approach is slowly being favoured. His humanitarian disposition towards those in pain and grief is reflected when he, with a team
of young doctors, went for two months to the North West Frontier in Pakistan, an enemy country, in 1971, to attend to refugees. His calls for relievers fell on deaf ears. He was a missionary doctor who thought and lived for his patients.
Mild in manners, soft-spoken, humble, unassuming and a man of few words, Dr Samsi disliked publicity and avoided the limelight. Yet, he was very popular with his students, colleagues, patients and sportsmen who came in contact with him. He was never ostentatious. He led a simple life. His attire was also plain — a white shirt and trousers, never a tie. He did not own a car. He used public transport to commute.
Once, while accolades were being heaped on him when he took over as President of KSA, he remarked in jest that it was as if he was attending his own obituary meeting.
Dr Samsi had a spiritual bent of mind. A staunch believer in God and Hindu philosophy, he was a devout sadhak and yagnik. He used to spend many hours in meditation which gave him peace of mind. It was his way of overcoming worldly desires and material distractions. He believed in destiny and sought solace from his Guru, Kanade Maharaj of Khopoli.
An eminent doctor and one of his students mentioned during his funeral that Dr. Aroon walked
from his residence in Bandra to KEM Hospital in Parel, during strikes and disturbances when buses were off the roads, to treat poor patients, and often walked this distance at other times as well. It is pertinent to point out that this pioneer in sports medicine was not honored either by the BCCI or the Government. Of course, he did not aspire for it. A man of integrity, he stuck to his noble principles. For him, his mission was to give relief to his patients and that was his service to God. With his departure, an era of principled service to suffering humanity has come to an end.
Former KSA President, the late Amembal Sunder Rao, had said in glowing terms about Dr. Samsi, and I quote: "To many, ministering to the needs of the sick and ailing, is a profession. To some, it is more than a profession, it is a mission. To some God-chosen few, it is more than a mission – it is a religion, a spiritual quest, and Dr Samsi graces this gracious class! Dr Samsi does not just treat the sick, he serves the sick and, thereby, he serves God. "
Dr Samsi leaves behind his wife Heera, daughters Aditi and Anupama, sons-in-law Dr. Sachidanand
Karnad and Harish Betrabet, US based son Anirudh and daughter-in-law Srividya, five grandchildren and a large circle of admirers. May his soul rest in peace.

Kyun Ki and Kahani....

When my two children were both less than 5 years it was a chaotic situation in the house. Did not know whether sometimes to laugh or cry. There were two popular serials which used to come back to back Kahani Ghar Ghar Ki and Kyuki Sas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi. Considering the situation in our house I named these serials - Kahani Gadbad Ki and Kyu Ki Sauce Bhi Kabhi Tamatar Tha.

Mumbai's sportsfolk will miss Samsi, the smiling healer (Times Of India 30 Dec 2009)

Mumbai's sportsfolk will miss Samsi, the smiling healer
Pradeep Vijayakar, TNN, Dec 30, 2009, 09.52pm IST
MUMBAI: As unobtrusive in death as he was life. That was a pioneer of Indian sports medicine, Dr Aroon Samsi, who passed away at the weekend at the age of 72.
He devoted a lifetime to medicine and sports and was working at Rajawadi hospital till the day before he slipped into coma owing to brain hemorrhage, never to recover.
A Professor of Surgery and an orthopaedic surgeon who was Indian team doctor on the tour of Pakistan in 1984-85, Dr Samsi taught a legion of doctors-to-be at KEM Hospital and was the magical and smiling healer.
His sports medicine cell at the hospital drew the who's who of Mumbai sports. He also recommended homeopathic remedies having made a study of that branch of medicine.
In fact, it would be common to Dr Samsi also at the hockey ground in the evening after spending the entire day at the cricket at Wankhede Stadium. When matches were played at the Wankhede Samsi ensured his team of doctors would be on hand for service.
Dr Ali Irani, a later physio of the Indian team who is current president of the Indian Association of Physiotherapists, said, "He was the authority. I used to sit in his OPDs to learn. He concentrated on injuries of the local sportspersons and that was a great contribution."
Samsi was often co-opted to the managing committee of the Mumbai Cricket Association. He later stood for elections from the Manohar Joshi group and was elected. Pravin Barve, the former MCA secretary from the group recalls, "In one year, I think 2001 the doctor lost by one vote, his own, for he was at the BHA and came late to cast his own vote. I pleaded with the authorities to allow him to cast his vote as an exception but they refused."
The defeat must have hurt for Samsi chose to keep a low profile after that continuing his good work at Ghatkopar. He was a keeper batsman and one remembers playing alongside him for the fledgling Garware Clubhouse team in 1979.
Samsi was the keeper of our side which had Mumbai greats like Polly Umrigar, Bapu Nadkarni, Behram Irani, Narayan Pai,Vishoo Lele and other good local players like Sharad Gupte, SV Nadkarni, another doc, Dr Mukul Joshi, Ravi Savant, Dilip and Pradip Jadhav among others.
I would ask him how he coped with his work the day after a match. He did say he would avoid keeping wickets if he had surgery the next day. Dr Samsi would play alongside the stars in the small savings matches.
One of spartan habits it is surprising that he should go away just like that. If there is a message from this it is the famous saying 'Physician heal thyself'. We saw Dr Nitu Mandke neglecting himself in the cause of the people he provided life to and die prematurely. Was Dr Samsi another?
The doc may be no more, but his smile will continue to reassure from the mind's eye for a legion of sportsfolk of the city for whom he was he magic healer from above.
Pravin Barve is sad the MCA could not take forward Dr Samsi's suggestion to set up a sports medicine centre at the Wankhede Stadium. Sharad Pawar should consider this as a fitting memorial to Dr Samsi.

A slogan for Tanmay

One of my tasks at home is to create slogans for my children's presentations, posters etc. When Tanmay my son was standing for Head boy in school I wrote for him:
This Tan not May but Will deliver.

Most of Tanmay's friends did not get what was being communicated.

Auto rickshaw's in Gurgaon promote Yoga

 The auto rickshaw's in Gurgaon stuff at least 15 people excluding the driver. It's an harrowing experience travelling on them. However the positive is that Yogic Asanas of stretching and bending are practised on the go and while getting into and out of them. So Baba Ramdev cannot take all the credit for increasing the use of Yoga in our daily lives.

If only there were mirrors...... (A Poem)

The world around us
filled with different people
Living on their own
Whether strong or feeble

How easily we find
faults in other people
Criticise and throw muck
even on men with mettle

Overlooking our own drawbacks
with the same ease
A reminder of them
will far from please

We see ourseleves
skin deep in a reflection
What is seen
seems to be a model of perfection

If we could see
our demerits too, in mirrors
In such poor light
we would not see others

Put your head down (A Poem)

Through the streets at night
as I quitely walked
I saw before me
a bridge to be climbed
I saw the bridge
ahead of me sharply rising
Oh no!It is not going to be easy
with so much of climbing
As each step I took
my legs felt the strain
As each step I took
my legs grew in pain
Then I put my head down
and walked ahead
To my eye now
flat seemed the ground
My eye could not
detect the rise in the ground
And no longer did I feel
I was climbing
Although in my legs
I felt the strain
In my heart I was confident
That was the thing main
The road of life rises steeply
If you look up its scaring
Put your head down
Give your best and keep trying

The Rains (A Poem)

The rain pours heavily
cooling the place at night
The little streams of water
are a very pleasant sight
I sit near the window
the atmosphere is so peaceful
I am just a spectator
Admiring nature so wonderful
The climate is cool
As from the window I peep
The rain sings a lullaby
tempting me to sleep
It seems the hiding stars
on the trees have appeared
As the trees shine as if
stars on them were sprinkled
I pity the poor sun
for the sky's never clear
may be among the rain drops
there are his many a tear

The College Bell (A Poem)

The bell in the college rings
and everyone it pleases
As the working time
for everybody decreases
Thank God! It never
forgets to ring
a full day at college
I can't imagine spending
When lectures are
drab and boring
You always take
so long to ring
But when they become
interesting you interupt
Putting an end to them
In a way so abrupt
I like all the bells
each easing me
But the final bell
really makes me glee
Though everyone in college
you profoundly please
After the final one
In their minds you cease

The proud kite (A poem)

Here is a boy
flying a kite
so gracefully he does it
it is a pleasure to watch
After ups and downs
it rises quickly
leaving all the others
struggling weakly
streching its neck
and searching
"to touch the moon
how much more travelling"
And there comes
another kite
and lo! our kite
has lost the fight
And to everyone's
surprise and glee
the kite falls
into the sea

The Pig (a silly poem for kids)

Into the market went the pig
where he slipped and fell on a fig
the owner caught and threw the pig
into the market big
as fell the pig
out came his wig
his glasses broke
and he started to croak
someone having pity took him back to his sty
where he comfortably ly
on his carpet
with sweat fully wet
his carpet was of rough rat skin
and of banana skin
then into the garbage bin he slept like a log
till to meet him came stegy and hog

Feet in sands (A Poem)

As I stand
On the beach
my feet in sands
I see the orange sun
melting into the sea
and those roaring waves
lashing the shore
from centuries together
gradually cutting the rocks
slowly and steadily into sand
and that sand below my feet
was brought through
centuries of work
I am standing on it
Yes, on centuries of work

Group Of Plants ( A Poem)

Slowly crawling in the sky
are the mysterious clouds
down below is life
going on and on
and in the corner are
a beautiful group of plants
slowly nodding their heads
to the light breeze
Soothing is their greenery
to my tired eyes
symbol of calmness
yet buzzing with activity
so harmless
yet so insecure
why someday
unpredictable man
may come and uproot them

The river of life (A Poem)

Quietly flows
the little stream of water
as it moves
it will grow
bigger and bigger
into a river
Oh!What speed
It takes along those heavy stones
It passes cities
It passes valeys
the speed slows down
and the stones settle down
As it flowed
It let boats float on it
and its water
cleaned many a thing
but also destroyed
many a home
Now it awaits its end
like all others
one day it will also
merge into the sea

A footpath (A poem for kids)

Not only a travelling path
but also for the poor a place to bath
Not only a place to ignore
but also a place to snore
Not only a place where dirt is lying
but also a place where dust is flying
Not only a place where live the sad
but also those who are mad
Not only a place which is public property
but also a place where there is poverty
It is a place so small
used by us all

Lazy Men (A poem for kids)

Lazy men want success
but don't want to work in excess
Working excess
they feel is useless
Men are lazy
but for success are crazy
Why do they not work for it then?
Taking examples of great men
But how can everybody be successful
God has created these men and is greatful
Without them nobody will be call successful
God is truly grateful!

Three friends (A silly poem for kids)

For a picnic went Steggy, Piggy and Hoggy
On the beach it was foggy
Into a ditch fell Steggy
Cried for help from Piggy and Hoggy
To the rescue ran Piggy and Hoggy
But to no avail could they pull Steggy
And OOps! down into the ditch they fell with Steggy
Piggy and Hoggy were pulled out
But not Steggy the stout
They had to bring ropes to pull
And had to put their strength full
And hurrah!Out came Steggy stinking like a hog
And from the beach had gone the fog

My School (A Poem)

At an age tender
I entered Xavier
Delighted was I
For the buildings were high
Many many boys
and a lot of noise
so much home work
and lots of other work
Learnt we history
and many a story
about the feudal system
But in school was there a different system!
The teacher the tyrant
We the slaves, not at all different
The years went
I would only repent
knowledge I gained
teacher's slaps pained
I had to bear it all
for a better wasy there was none at all
years passed briskly
i don't know how quickly
dreamt i the day
when I will leave school one day
dreamt relief from monotonous school
no more boring no more tyranny
at last one morning came the day
in school my last day
my last day in school
after which iI will never go to school
The day went past
I did not believe till the last
It is always sad to part
All bitter memories turned sweet
After all my school is my school
The first and my last school
And now I look forward to a new life
a new college life

The Fowl (A Poem)

Gracefully he moves
with his long legs
peking at seeds
his beautiful feathers
multicoloured beautiful
Proud as he is
moves about with pride
bold as he is
like a king he is
with a red crown
And lo! It rains
Oh! look at him now
his crown is down
his feathers are down
and his pride too down

Selfish Man (A Poem)

We like another man Why?
There is a reason by
We hate another man why?
there is a reason by
When to us he does good
we think he is a man good
if he does what we dislike
our opinion changes alike
this is so but why?
beacuse of man selfish and sly
but if he does good to us again
our opinion changes again
Oh! we are in a sad state
we never have a permanent mate

The Crow (A Poem)

He lands in his nest
to end his little ones quest
who joyfully open their beaks
and he carefully keeps
food in them grain by grain
brought through so much of strain
the little ones of the crow
through grains steadily grow
soon learn to fly
and no more in their nest lie
as they learn to fly
one day away they fly
leaving their parents to die

Ram's small adventure (A Short Story)

Ram went to visit his aunt and family in Pune. The next day he stepped out of the house in home clothes - a pajama and a vest (banian) to accompany his aunt and others in the family to a waiting taxi. Ram's aunt and family was taking the taxi to Pune railway station to board a train for Mumbai. Aunt had left some food for him to eat and had told him to handover the keys to the neighbour when he left. When Ram came back upstairs he found the door closed! The keys were inside! the other set of keys were with his aunt. Ram's thoughts started racing what should he do now? He ran downstairs only to find the taxi had sped away. Those were the "non cell phone" days so he could not contact them. He went to the gardener Dhondu asking him for some money to go to the railway station. dhondu took his own time and slowly removed a 20 Rs. note. Ram quickly grabbed the note and went running outside barefoot and got into an auto rickshaw and instructed the driver to take him to the railway station.The next you know Ram found he was in front of a clothes store. The driver thought Ram needed clothes first. Ram pleaded with the driver that he did not want clothes but wanted to go to the railway station as it is - in pajama and vest, barefoot! Finally the auto rickshaw driver got a sense of the situation he took Ram to the railway station. Ram remembered the seat numbers mentioned by his aunt during a chat previous evening. Once the railway station was reached the good auto rickshaw driver told Ram to go in to the station and meet his family before they left for Mumbai. Ram ran into the station on the platform, the train had left the station only to stop for some reason. Ram got to the compartment where his aunt was sitting. From the window he was given the house keys and some money. The train started  immediately and Ram came back thanking god for everything.

The Sixth Daughter (A tribute to women- A Poem)

The sixth daughter
in the house is born
Oh No! not once again
after a 'wonderful' son
Absent is happiness
Silent are the crackers
only a daughter after all
It never matters
the bringing up
is for the sake of it
no good sweets and toys
nor good dresses to fit
Years have passed since
deserted are father and mother
the four daughters and son
are faithful no longer
the sixth however
not like that at all
and so gladly does she
give them a call
don't throw away
that small seed
for the fruit it yields
you may badly need

Grrr.. Gaon (My City a Poem)

A city without a soul
many a footpath with an uncovered hole
The unreal estate
growing at a dramatic rate
Richshaws with people cramped
show how it is badly planned
Prides itself with many a mall
but has a heart so small
When the power takes a walk
in the peak of summer
Dont fret and fume
Just take a shower
One can claim
of harvesting the rain
as for the water to go
there is no drain

Mille Na Neeyum (Gurgaon the millenium City)

Gurgaon is supposed to be the millenium city.
Yes it is but in Hindi which is- Mille Na Neeyum
This translates to- Cannot find any rules

Night Light (A Poem)

In the night
I saw a light
Who could  be it?
I asked myself
Could he be an evil man
burning the source of inspiration?
leaving no trace of it
only darkness behind
Or the man not concerned
about today or tomorrow
why be tense today?
lend it to tomorrow
Or he with the light
piercing the darkness
spreading it about
to make his surroundings brighter 

Zest (A Poem)

It is dark
Street lights are on
and streams of vehicles
moving on and on
Everything is on the move
People, buses and trains
also active
are those heavily pouring rains
nothing is inactive
just one exception
it is me
sitting and wondering on a cushion
When will they, I wonder
all come to rest?
Well, when ends their zest
will they all come to rest
When your zest
is finished and over
It may be anything
Its end is near

The Rose and the Potato (A Poem)

Roses filled the evening air
with their fragrance
the atmosphere seemed wonderful
by their presence
Their beauty got
everyone's complement
The potatoes in the corner
got only contempt
Try eating a rose
it has only beauty
a potato is preferred
although shapeless and ugly
It is better to
have something useful
than to have
something just beautiful

Toothless Tiger (A Poem)

Your deeds will come to haunt you later in life

Sympathy you want
you toothless tiger
have you forgotten
a tiger remains a tiger
all the gone by days
you weren't bothered
now what happened?
why did it come forward?
Toothless you may be
It does not mean
that all your sins
have been swept clean
You will suffer for it
all the pleasure you had
will bounce back on you
You'll pay for then being glad
Have you forgotten
about all your misdeeds
But for a miserable time ahead
you had sown your seeds
From this miserable situation
what can save you?
foolish man!forget it
your ego will kill you
Newton's third law
has been proved once again
you made life miserable for others
now others are doing the same

Saturday, December 20, 2014

You may be (A Poem)

Oh dear man
you may be
a great scientist
the most brilliant
the earth has seen
You may be
a saint
or a person
considerably advanced in age
Your body might have grown
and your mind too
everything will get tired
everything will get old
but my friend
your mind
will remain
as fresh as a child's
you may be anyone
my friend
but
there is childishness in you

A short walk (A Poem)

A short walk
I took down the lane
to ease my head
which was in pain

It was ordinary
like any other I took
But if I didn't walk
would I have a look

At these faces
I could never
have looked at
yes never ever

and would
I have seen
that sparrow
on the window pain

and all those birds flying
in the evening air
and the man who
really gave me a stare

So many things
I would not have seen
if for a walk
I hadn't been

Feelings of others (A Poem)

In the morning
As I have my cup of tea
the newspaper reads
100 dead 200 suffered injury
I read the disastrous news
it makes me feel bad
how could nature be so cruel
for a moment i feel bad
It did not move me
make me weep all day
It was like of those
accidents happening everyday
But what about the families
who lost one of their own feel
For them it was a wound
which would take years to heal
We can't understand
the feelings of others
unless we ourseleves
have such an experience

Simran's escape (a short story)

Aryan was staying as a paying guest with the Sharma's at Delhi. The house had few rooms on the ground floor and a single room with kitchen on the first floor. Aryan was given the first floor to stay. He was almost like a son for the Raj and Usha Sharma an old couple. Raj had retired as a professor from a college who always used to be busy with his academics. Usha was the worldly wise and decided almost everything in the house. It was almost as if Raj's only job was to bring in the salary and give it to Usha. The Sharma's had two daughter's Shalini and Simran who were recently married. Aryan had put in great efforts as an event manager during the wedding's ensuring all were happy.

Two months into the marriage Simran's started being haressed by her husband and in-laws who were very rich and influential people. Raj was always in touch secretly with Simran and knew what was going on. He helped her in many ways. There came a time when Simran's in-law's home which was like a jail became unbearable. She called her mother to see if she could fleefrom  the house. Aryan came to know of this and devised a plan. He told Usha about it and not to worry as he would execute it and ensure Simran is safe. Aryan sent Simran the plan secretly. While Simran's husband Vineet was leaving for office she told him that she wanted to go shopping to a market in Delhi. Vineet was suspicious but since the body guard Bahadur was there he agreed. simran had tried to please him in every way so he relented. Simran left with Bahadur for a shop belonging to Arayan's friend in a Delhi. Once she reached there, Bahadur followed her in. Aryan's friend in the shop recognised Simran. Looking around the shop Simran told Bahadur she wanted to go to the toilet. The shop owner arranged a chair for Bahadur to sit. There was a passage from the shop which let to the toilet. Simran entered the toilet and as instructed quitely opened another door which led to another passage taking her to the road. Aryan was waiting on his motor cycle there for her. Simran covering her face quickly got on to the pillion seat and they both sped away. Aryan rode at a good speed to Chandigarh, Simran's grandfather's place. Bahadur was suspicious when Simran did not come out of the toilet for sometime. He raised an alarm and demanded to know where Simran was. Simran was in the mean time well on her way to her grand father's place. On reaching there she first called Usha her mother. The plan was successful!

Jaideep the cool (a short story)

Jaideep was on a mission to Ahmedabad. He had been assigned a task to accompany a maid from Ahmedabad to Allahabad. From there she had to go to China where Jaideep's sister was residing. Jaideep was engaged to Vimmi who stayed in Ahmedabad so he stayed at her place. The plan was that he will meet the maid at the railway station, they would board the train together for Allahabad. Jaideep was always cool while his father-in-law Bhavani was the complete opposite. Jaideep was in no hurry to leave for the railway station. Bhavani quickly called a auto rickshaw for his to be son-in-law thinking that would help speed up things. Jaideep announced he wanted to visit the loo. When he emerged a good fifteen minutes later Bhavani was almost convinced he would miss the train. Bhavani took Jaideep's bag and rushed to the waiting autorickshaw. The auto went as fast as possible. Once it reached the station Bhavani and Jaideep hurried to the platform. As they reached the platform the train started leaving the station. Bhavani barely got Jaideep to board the last compartment in the train. Fretting and fuming Bhavani came back home wondering what happened. Was Jaideep able to take the maid to Allahabad? What answer will he give if asked as to why jaideep could not? Next day they got a call from Allahabad, Jaideep was able to take the maid to Allahabad. How did this miracle happen? After Jaideep got on to the last compartment the train halted. He got down and proceeded to his reserved seat. In the mean time the maid not seeing him was returning back met him on the way. they both proceeded to the reserved compartment and reached Allahabad safely.

On Friendship Day for a friend (A Poem)

Because I like you
You look beautiful to me
Like in spring
a flowering tree

In a crowd anywhere
for you always I look
glance around the place
every corner and nook

Know I can call you
when I am happy or sad
having a friend like you
I am always glad

Every picture and
video in which you appear
my dear friend
it is for me a treasure

I hope in your life
you will not forget
Having me as a friend
you will never regret

Your every message
brings me so much joy
like a child gets
when playing with a toy

If ever the world turns
all against you and are scared
Doors of my home are open
you will be accepted and cared

I trust you completely
your support is incomparable
It brings in hope
making this life more bearable

On Valentine's day a girl to her beloved (A Poem)

I wait for the weekend
to have a date with you
Thinking of things to do
when I meet you

To meet you
I pick my best dress
Style my hair
Wanting to impress

 Look into my eyes

and hold my hand
on a beautiful beach
enjoying sun and sand

To get a tight hug from you
I will go many miles
Even if angry with you
It will bring back my smiles

Holding hands, sitting together
getting your complete attention
All that I seek in life
my dear is your affection

O Sama Bin Ladayee (world without war)

With Osama Bin Laden dead can we hope for :
O Sama Bin Ladayee (world without war)

Don't want to lose you my friend (A Poem)

Oh dear, I liked you 
when for a friend I had a quest
slowly realising among those I met
as a person you are one of the best 

in whatever you do
hoping for your success
encouraging to do better
in that lies my happiness

Finding on my own
If you needed anything
Offering to help
appreciating everything

every time i meet you
tell you that you look good
Hoping it helps to tell you
as many times I could

for anything you donot approve
I cannot afford to lose
This frienship of yours
Not knowing who else to choose