Saturday, August 24, 2013

When I found You

In the Moonsoons of '11
When our Campus brimmed with water
I was brimming too
'Cause I had finally found You.

In the endless evenings and mornings
When we Stormed over Brand
When the moments we parted were few
Was when I had found You

When hundreds were rocking the dance floor
And for a second I was unsteady
There was grip on my hand so true
I knew I had found You

When we explored together, the Ajanta Caves
If you remember, we made a Promise
From a point where we had a  beautiful view
That was when I had found You!

In the Raft on the Amazon
When our doggies and we survived on fish
To stay warm, the options were few
And that us when I have found You!

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Sitting with the Harmonium

The girl in a frock
Was staring out of the window...
Wishing she didn't have to sit there
With the harmonium
Singing Rabindrasangeet...

The words meant nothing to her,
The tune meant nothing.
Then why was she sitting there...
With the harmonium
Singing Rabindrasangeet?

Because all good Bengali girls
Obey their parents
And obey their Gurus... and so the girl sat there
With the harmonium
Singing Rabindrasangeet.

Today after a decade
On a blank Saturday afternoon
Why does she hum those forgotten melodies?
Words that had meant nothing to her
Surs that had never echoed in her heart?

Keteche Akela Birohero Bela..
Aakasho Kushumo Choyone...
Sob potho eshe mile gelo seshe...
Tomaro dukhani nayane, nayane,nayane...
Words that had meant nothing to her
Surs that had never echoed in her heart...

In the blankness and the emptiness
(Who knows if it's of the day or the mind?)
When one is not so full of one's own fullness
Random words and gestures make sense;
Words that had meant nothing to her
Surs that had never echoed in her heart...

And so this is how a Bong, who has lost half of her Bongness ends up savouring the ultimate romanticism of a soulful Tagore song on a Saturday afternoon

For all the (unlucky) non Bongs, the 4 sentences mean that for a long time I have been losing myself in the skies in this lonely afternoon separated from my lover. However, I have just realized that I have been seeking trough so many paths only to arrive at his/her eyes.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Dilemma of Faith


I have been going to this orphanage for quite sometime now....as most of you might be knowing...teaching the little children there.I have spent some of the most beautiful moments there.But, life, I believe, has its own way of doing things...

Fulfilling our hunger is always our priority, and we are very lucky if we are able to do things beyond this...like dreaming...and that's why I was so happy that those kids have a roof over their heads and bread to eat, so that they could at least see life from a different perspective...

In a police sting operation, the owner and keeper of the orphanage was caught red-handedly trying to sell an infant illegally-huge amounts of money was allegedly being extorted in the disguise of donations...I was speechless...the infant concerned in this case is a 2-week old baby girl, who had been brought to the orphanage after her mother died at child-birth...
Really don't know what to say, or what to do...Heard that, temporarily all donations and supplies to the orphanage have been ceased and that it will be run through a trust...I am not even sure whether I should go there and continue teaching...I just hope that the little ones don't lose hope...
People expect so much from the young generation, not realizing that the elders, in fact, are the guardians of faith, and when they break it, they let us down...
Justice must be done and what awaits the fate of that man, I have no clue. Will his sin of selling lives will weigh heavier against his goodness of sheltering them??I have arrived at a crossroad of faiths...and a bizarre dilemma.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Symphonied-Collection of my favourite songs...

  • Every Night I taste...the purest of pain...

  • I have been to paradise...but I have never been to me...
  • The only thing that looks good on me is YOU....
  • Eternal Flame....
  • A new day has come....

  • Don't love me for fun...love me for a reason and let the reason be love...



Sunday, January 31, 2010

Gurukul Bal-Ashram



Out of the blue, my roomie asked me , "We are visiting Bal-Ashram tomorrow, u wanna cum?"...There being no plans the next day, I agreed...and convinced Sneha to join me...
And that's how I came to spend a wonderful day....
Gurukul Bal -Aashram is an orphanage located a kilometer before Nandanvan in Raipur...takes about half an hour by auto from the main city. Placed in a remote location, surrounded by vast barren fields, it gives you that feeling of emptiness and "losing yourself" usually linked to large empty spaces....anyways...what was inside those walls of the ashram...is more important...
Some 54 odd children running about the entire grounds of the ashram, ages ranging from 3-18...Unlike other orphanages that I have visited...the children here looked quite happy and healthy , despite their mud-stained and worn out clothes .We were all welcomed with laughter and chatter...they clung to us, holding our hands, asking our names...we talked and talked...we asked their names: Pooja, Meenu, Sanjana,Parvati....and laughed together at silly jokes...like.."Why did you shave off ur hair??"...."Didi, there were too many lice."
There was a small playground and the children pulled us to the place...there was a slide, a merry-go-round,see-saw and another thing that swings from side to side...but I don't know what that is called...The darlings, jumped about in the sand and called us in...we exchanged wary glances at each other...then in the next second, we had all joined them...shouting at equally-decibled levels...
That wasn't the end...we played kho-kho, others played cricket...we taught the small ones "Ringa Ringa Roses"... and we had a hell of a time...The seniors prepared poori and custard...the ashram people made dal and sabzi...and at noon..all the children sat in a line to be served there Sunday feast...
A beautiful thing happened then...when some of the children had been already served, they did not start eating right away...After everybody had been served, they all closed their eyes, chanted a prayer...thanked the Almighty for the food and then started eating....It was wonderful to see how such a huge family ate together...Funny, how even a family of four is unable to make it to dinner on time so that they could eat together....
Hey friends, I am really sorry if this is getting too long...but really I have so much to say...pls do read on...
The head of the ashram...the one who owned it and looked after it, wished to talk to us...he told us how important it is for youth like us to recognize our social responsibilities, how happy he was that we had come...and so on...didn't have the patience to hear the rest of it....
BUT...what caught my attention was this : there were children who were HIV positive...I shook my head to be sure of what I was hearing...yes, it was true...children shunned by their families because of the disease.There were some mentally ill children and a majority of the children were girls....a Fatal Social Tragedy...
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It was afternoon...and time to leave...the children were given gifts...and some essential items were contributed to the ashram...
And oh! I forgot to mention the animals there...there were some 18 cows...all dumbstruck by the presence of so many people ...a small daschund pup named Boxy or Boxing...I am not sure, some 6-7 huge white swans and a few birds( cackatoo and lovebirds)...Enjoyed cuddling all of them except the caged birds...I don't like THAT....
Back in my room in the evening, I hit the bed as soon as possible...and beautiful dreams filled my head...children running about and laughing...the pup barking and me running around in a dirty dress...there was a girl who had 5 safety pins trying to keep her skirt together...and there was a boat too...I don't know where that came from...and I was in that boat...sailing away...don't know where...

Friday, October 16, 2009

A smile that made my day...




I was pretty pissed off with the day-long journey...and things were going worse with the train running late by 3 hours.I was coming home for Diwali.
At the Tata station, a small, dirty boy in tattered clothes boarded the train to sweep the floor and earn a few pennies.He did his job and then went about begging the passengers to give him a rupee or two.When he approached me, I looked into my purse to find that a five rupee note was the least I had.I gave that to him.However, he didn't move.His hand was still extended towards me.
"Could you give me a little more money?I haven't eaten the entire day" , he said, gesturing towards his mouth.Obviously, it's very difficult to refuse anything to such a small boy...I took back the 5 rupee note and gave him a 20 rupee note.It would be very bad if he had to stay hungry in Diwali.
As he was going, I suddenly remembered that I had an entire packet of Jhalmuri left which I hadn't eaten at all. "Are suno!!", I called out to him.He approached me with beseeching eyes. I gave him the packet and he left.
The train was gradually leaving the platform.Suddenly, I heard somebody knock vigorously on the window against which I was leaning.I was startled...and then I saw that small boy.He was running with the train and waving at me."Thank You so much.Happy Diwali!!!" he shouted.A genuine smile lit up his face.
His smile made my day...

P.S.:I found the pic on the net.It is not the actually boy in the story.


Is Diwali aap kisse khush karenge...


Hey guys...had written this short poem in response to the Cadbury contest "Is diwali aap kise khush karenge?"...didn't get published...I'm publishing it here anyway.


Har dil me jalta,
Chota sa ek diya...
Usi roshni ka tyohar,
Diwali hai aaya.

Mann aur dil se
Mit jaye andhera.
Na rahe koi gum
Khile har chehra.

Isi mauke me, chalo
Kuch meetha ho jaye.
Yaaro, aao sab milke
Cadbury chocolate khaaye.

Tyohar hai yeh
Khusiyan baatne ka...
Kisi toote dil me
Nai umeed jagaane ka.

Bandh khidkiyo se
Do aankhen mujhe hai dekhti.
Us anaathalay me ek
Choti si bachchi hai rehti.

Is diwali mujhe
Usi ko hai kuch dena.
Choti si kali ko hai
Phool jese khilana.

Share karungi apni cadbury
Main usi bachchi ke saath.
Jalaungi fuljhari main
Pakadke usi ka haath.

Dil me jo base hai
Poori ho woh aashayen.
Diwali hai yaaro,
Kuch meetha ho jaye.

P.S.:I hate cadbury for not publishing my poem :(