Shredded hopes

Shredded hopes are pouring out of my dreams
Seeping out through tiny, little holes
Holes punctured by timely prick of reality into my dreams
Now my dreams are much lighter and less brighter
It has started to rise up
Up into the dark sky
I saw my empty dreams going away
They rose up higher and higher away from me into the oblivion
I let go of my dreams

One day lying on my back
I looked at the same sky which hides my dreams into its bosom
There were tiny, little stars
And a white light was pouring out of them, each one of them
Hey wait! This bloody black sky resembles my dreams
There were holes in my dreams too and shredded hopes were pouring out of them
Were my dreams as beautiful as this sky is from the outside? Oh my my!!
Why did I let go of my dreams?
I shouldn’t have!

Lemme fill another bag of dreams with some hope
What if they are shredded
I will let them seep out profusely this time
These shredded hopes may find way into someone else’s dreams
I fear not of holes anymore
I will make my hopes bigger instead!shredded hope


Happy Birthday!

happy birthday

We’ve heard it said – “If you blow out all your candles on your birthday cake in one blow then your birthday wish comes true!” Ah…now I can understand why it was so easy to get that set of crayons or that newly arrived toffee at the corner store when we were a child…the older we grow, the more candles on our cake and the more louder our wish grows, there is lesser air in our lungs left…so all I hope and pray that may God give you all that strength so that you can blow all hundred candles on your cake for that one last wish!

This post is dedicated to someone very special!

Any medicine to stop children from getting older?

This is the question which crosses my mind each time I come across a super-cute child! Well that’s another question that “What if my parents would have also asked the same question when I was small?” FYI – I was never cute! GYMI(sic) (Giving You More Information) – Even if they would’ve found any such medicine, I still might have been blogging; though it would’ve looked somewhat like this:

...the yesterday's blog!

…the yesterday’s blog!

I know that for most of us this irrational question will pass as a joke and no, I, myself is not suggesting that the law of nature is flawed but a sad reality which is compelling me to take this question more than just a joke is that – ‘they’ will be ruined! Those of you who are itching to tag me as cynical, go ahead! In fact, I am also praying along with you to be proved wrong but my biggest fear and a simple reality is – they will become adults – like us! Isn’t it not enough?

Please find that medicine!

Their smile will give way to cheeky grin,
Some will have untidy stubble on their chin!
Please find that medicine!

Their innocence will be packed in boxes of tin,
Mistakes will start converting into sin!
Please find that medicine!

Heart-breaks will be more painful than bruises on skin,
Colas and Fantas will fizzle away into vodka and gin!
Please find that medicine!

Consciousness will ask “Whether you’re fat or thin?”
Life will transform from a morning walk to a race and “They’ve to win!”
Please find that medicine!

PS – Haven’t we heard it said : “Prevention is better than cure!” So lets prevent them from growing old rather than looking for a cure later for that ironical disease called adulthood!

Jaipur Literature Festival (2013) – Photo Essay # 01

Who is the ‘Wilson’ in your life?

Those of you who have watched that classic movie – Cast Away, must have already started reminiscing those scenes from the movie by the mere mention of the name ‘Wilson’ and those who haven’t watched the movie yet, don’t expect me to explain it to you because it would be your loss if I do so! I know there is a third lot as well, those of you who has a father, husband, brother, uncle, cousin, et al, named Wilson but I am sorry this post is not about your Wilson; if you’re still interested, you can read on!

So, coming back to the Million Dollar Question…OK, since we’re living in a post-recession era, lets reduce that to a more affordable Thousand Dollar Question which still remains – Who is the ‘Wilson’ in your life? You don’t have to answer that for me, you’ve to ask this question to yourself! Or do we really need a ‘Wilson’ in our life? I believe, we do and I have some solid reasons for that. Let me tell you – Why I need ‘Wilson’ in my life?

Have you ever been in such situations where you don’t need anyone to tell you that what’s right or wrong but just to listen or to relate with your pain or anguish or feelings? Do you ever ask questions of whose answers you don’t expect but still ask them anyway? Have you ever felt the need of someone on whom you can spew all your emotions and just expect a simple – “hmm…”

No, it’s not some punching dummy or Bobo Doll that I am alluding at neither I am encouraging you to buy a Wilson Volleyball, stuff it with some straw and start talking to him – No! Here Wilson is someone alive, someone whom you can return to whenever you need him/her in your life! Someone who is ready to listen to you! Someone whom you can trust every time! Someone who is ready to stick with you through thick and thin! Someone who won’t tell you that you’re wrong if you don’t need to know that!

So once again, do you know – Who is the Wilson in your life? S/he must be around, go look for him and tell him that how much you need him in your life and how much you adore him! Wilson!

Ah…my Wilson! Where were you?

An open letter to all the mothers!

Dear Mothers,

Hi! Here I’m addressing all the mothers and not the fathers because as Beverly Jones once said – “Now, as always, the most automated appliance in a household is the mother.” Once I was having a conversation with a mother of one of my students (he was 4 years old) about how early a mother should start worrying about the career of her child. I said “Rome was not built in a day” and she quipped that “Since Rome was not built in a day so we’ve to start early.” I said, I agree, but here it’s ‘You’ who has decided that your child will grow up to build a Rome, it means you’re trying to typecast him to become an Engineer or whatever (Here, Engineer is merely symbolic). Now, isn’t it unfair to rob off the choice from the child? We all are gifted in a way or the other so isn’t it distrusting the God’s gift in the child? Isn’t it doubting the child’s creativity? Isn’t it an encroachment to the child’s decision? It is!

I tried to explain this further with an example. I told her: “Take some water and put it into a glass. You already know the shape of the water in the glass; in fact, in a way it was predetermined by you. Now, take that same amount of water and spread it on the floor. Now, observe the ever changing contours of the water; free to move anywhere, ready to take any shape. In this case as you’ll observe that since the shape was not predetermined by you, it’s more complex and sophisticated than the shape of the water in the glass.” In a nut-shell “Let your child paint a Monalisa (become an Engineer) only if he wants to otherwise let him paint his own Masterpiece!

We know youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall but a mother’s secret hope outlives them all! Every mother hopes for something surprisingly great for their child. I can understand that it’s not easy being a mother as Faye Hallman once said “At times a child is a combination of a thousand questions, all asked at the same time, a miniature rocket blasting off exactly when you want quite. Ten little fingers, getting into trouble when at rest or else acting like ten thumbs when trying to do something extra special. A head full of ideas – not always appropriate at the time but bursting from every seam, a mouth that can’t stay closed for even a slightest moment. Giving information that won’t be needed for at least another twenty minutes. A pair of beady eyes that question your authority, your age, but with an innocent, calf like depth that breaks your heart when you want to scold. A set of ears that never seem to be aimed in the right direction at the right time. They are never on your wavelength when you call his name or mention work. But as soon as you say ‘Play’, ‘Lunch’ or ‘recess’, he is the first to communicate to his sister what he has just received. A nose that always seems to be sniffing or needing to be wiped. A body that never sits still but is in perpetual motion and ever seems to run down even when you haven’t another puff of energy left but is always completely tired when you are in an enthusiastic mood. He has a voice that startles you, questions you, idolizes you and can melt the strongest, coldest heart to be focused. His desk resembles the ingredients of an atomic bomb – a few erasers, two chewed on pencils, a scratch pad with doodles, chalk, paper clips, rubber bands, a comb, his snacks and of course a few dog eared books. He has the energy of a wild horse; sometimes he looks like he had just raced one. A temper as changeable as the weather, the patience of a caged lion, the smile of a new-born baby, the laugh of a hyena but the pure heart of an angel. He gives you trouble, a bad temper, a sore throat and a wish to resign but yet he makes your life the most enjoyable one on this earth.”

I am asking particularly to Indian mothers that – “Do you know why there is a dearth of Led Zeppelins and Roger Federers in India?” It’s not that we lack talents but we’re too afraid to take the risk as we don’t believe in God’s gift. We are too busy adding successful engineers and doctors into our family but not ready to make way for a successful human being. I believe sometimes, it’s today’s parents that need counseling and not always the poor child.

Best of luck to all the mother because “a mother will always be her child’s favorite toy!”

Take-care!                                                                                           Spokesman of Children

PS — “There is only one pretty child in the world and every mother has it!” – Chinese Proverb