A MEETING BY CHANCE

                                                

On the 6 December,2013, I was a part of the Mentor Monitoring team.I happened to be in one of the schools in Bhubaneswar. When I entered the class students stood up to wish me. I then proceeded to occupy my seat.There I came by a student sitting with his head on the table. I went up to him and tapped him to find what the problem was.

He raised his head and looked at me.I found that he was a differently abled child.He looked at me for some time and then put his head on the table again.I could sense that he could know that I was a stranger there.

I got busy observing the class.But I was constantly thinking about him.The child did not raise his head again.

After the class I asked about him. I got to know that he had a good grasp of everything. His handwriting was very good and that he is very good at projects.

This set me thinking. He was different and had a different way of concentrating.Nothing disturbed him, nothing worried him.I felt that Yes, he was blessed in many ways.

LIL' DHUNKAA-OH THOSE HOURS

She the twinkle of everybody'd eye.
Sent dear paa n maa to dizzy shuttle.
My darling sweet pixie was sick..very sick.

Days changed to three nights.
Needles and needles did she take.
Grandpa and grandma
Lost their sleep
They tossed and turned in sheer helplessness.

The puny little one on saline and drips.
Frantic calls and sms was only resort.
Clumsy at every instance dropping this and burning that.

My concentration had travelled miles.
In that little room where she lay.
Our life-blood.
Prayers after prayers escaped my lips.
talked to plants and the fish in the aquarium.
A miracle was required.

At last 22 Sunday morning brought a breather.
A reassurance of a different kind.
Worries set to rest a little.
My Dhunkaa was recovering .
She will go home now.
To catch up with all the antics she has left behind.

DIVINE INTERVENTION

As I sit and watch the shadow chasing light,
Sweet fragrance of "siuli", intoxicates the air.
The atmosphere is laden with the perfume of incense.
An onset of The DIVINE arrival.

An unbound feeling of happiness rents the air.
Spreading brotherhood and fellow feeling.
Reverberates the nooks and crannies of the Earth.
The sky seems to be in parlance.
It stretches and kisses the wet soil of dawn.

The earth wears a carpet of fresh dews.
Left behind by the night sky.
Touching the very essence of life.
People grow ecstatic.
They throw open the barred doors and windows.
It is the auspicious time for the DIVINE 

Touching 8 Month....

Adwitiya you are edging to become an important world class citizen,
So many responsibilities,
You have to look after you maa n paa,
Wake  your maa up on time,
Send paa to office,
Receive the calls....from Dimama and Dadu,
Take care of that BIg house,
Sit and listen to all the important news.
Ooo! What a lot of duties...A waits and so does B,
That will follow suit.
My lil Chutkaan will be lost to errands and responsibilities.
You are going to become 8 months old.
Become fat like lady 8
So that the other numbers Kiss your dreams.
Happy birth date....17.
Dimama n Dadu.....

WORDS ARE NOT MERE WORDS

Words are at times a crucible.
Why jinx up words?
Just put them into a meaningful context
A world of meaning arises.
Nostalgia draws us back to the old words used n unused.
Surfacing all of a sudden into the present.
Dishing up moments of elation, hope and moments of testing too.
Instead of just slipping into gorges and mires.
Let us brave them as they come.

That Summer..............19 May -16 June,2013

The greatest disease on this Earth is the feeling of being unwanted.

The summer snooze brought in a nagging sonorous repetition of "unwanted".

The innocent antics of my nixie kept these tormenting thoughts at bay.

Her presence was like an Oasis in an arid zone.

The mirage of love..like and dislike played streaks of shadows in my mind.

Each time I turned to my rational mind there was a deadening echo of silence.

God how I restrained myself.

My ego just was a wispy affair.

A little awakening ones home is one's heart and heart.

I realised each second..how much I missed being here.

Embarrassment Galore

Embarrassment just made edgeways into my being that summer.
How I longed for that invisible cloak.
So that I could hide my ignominy and shame.
I kept up a pretence of calmness but each moment .
I was being dragged down ..lower n lower.

I bore all slights with total equanimity.
Passed through a testing time.
For a grand mother who had traveled miles to be with her daughter and grandchild.

Today I sit and thank the ones who invented the long distance correspondence.
Where exchanges are polite and formal.MAN can hardly see through the facade of hollowness.
This Planet...I must say has so many unwrapped mysteries ....
SHould I say my discoveries are on.......

A thousand lamps all gaily shine

Along the wide extended life.

Let moments meaningful greet you.                                                       

Wishes and contentment rush each hour.

Events of good tidings leave behind indelible impressions.

Smiles greet you each dawn,

Laughter kisses you silently each night.

Whispers of love stride you through the dizzy sleepy nights.

Dreams of contentment, happiness and life walk along side.

On this year when you outstep 25 and are on 26.

May The Almighty shower all his blessings on you!

Happy Birthday Chutkan’s Chutki and my Champu.

Maa-n-baba

You are born with greatness

You are born to fly.

So, Chutki gather the wind under your wings

And fly to greater heights of Life.

With blessings my manifold.

You are Unique.

Live up to your dreams.

Live sensibly .

N, that you rock with the jazz of rocks from within.

Maa-n-baba

Revisiting sound of Music

Passing through the by-lanes of memory.
Sound of Music guided me through the rutted paths.
Where a sheer ice-scream was a possession.
The reverberating experience of child hood.
Held me unaware.
Now I sit as a grand mother lilting with the music.

Life is transient.
But the experience continues.
Memory plays with the shades of music.
That we have no time to hear.

ASHAR ALOO

Ashar jhalok bhorie dilo.
Mujchhe dilo dhuko gulo.
Bhore dilo modre prane.
Notun anek Swapno guchho

Din kate besh hasir mukhe

The Innocent Flame

She has come like a little flame to our abode.
A flame that is sanctimonious.
A flame that lighten's up each nook and crannies of our hearth.
A flame that dispells all gloom.

She is like an Ursa Major..
That brightens up a star spangled sky.
A flame that glows in the temple amidst the fragrance of incense.

She is the Life, The soul.
A harbinger of happiness.
The one in whom reverberates the tune of our song.
Irresistibly drawn to her at all times.
She is our Dhun-ka

My LIL' CHILD

My lil girl mother's role

Is one in which she finds -epiphany.

Croons her baby to sleep.

Like a Queen in possession of a Princess.

A world of different kind she treads.

Though snatches scant hours of sleep.

No grumbles..no rumbles.

An acceptance of the new role.

I see my past in her today's travel.

Spirited every day chore