When the celestial music faded away ...

The celestial music,

When

Faded away in the distance,

Rejoiced the enticed Gopis no more.

The syrupy butter in the carved jars,

Crowned one above the other,

Emptied no more.

The damsels you toyed with,

Complained no more.

No more,

The cheerful cows grazed.

No more,

The animals kids chased,

Played.

No more,

The vivacious peacocks,

Plumes opening wide, danced.

No more,

The fresh leaves,

When the silent dews tickle, giggled.

No more,

The playful birds fluttered.

No more,

The delicate fishes shimmered.

The sturdy mountains,

The dense forests,

The milky rivers,

The dreamy nights,

The happy dawns,

Exists no more.

Mirth lingered

No more.

Gazes got tired

No more.

Souls relented

No more.

Hearts loved

No more.

Words have died away.

Emotions have gone astray.

Life has come to a stay,

When the celestial music,

You played,

Lingered
No more.

Freedom? What's that?

 

Freedom! 

Yes! I am free!
Free from savoring on the golden vegetable.
Thanks to the spiraling prices!
Yes! I am free!
Free from riding my bike on the roads!
Roads? Where are they?
Deep holes I meant.
Yes! I am free!
Free from stepping out of my house in the night.
Thanks to filthy eyes who nudes me then and there.
Yes! I am free!
Free from all the glitters of the world.
For they leave a  big hole in my pocket.
Yes! I am free!
Free from dreaming for my own shelter.
For I don’t understand the zeros in the crore.
Yes! I am free!
Free from talking against the Saints who rule the country.
Dare it! And they bash my existence out of me.
Yes! I am free!
Free from tensions of polling the Patron.
For they all are from the same lineage.

Is this freedom?
Then I am free!

What's that you all rally cry? 
Yeah … Happy Independence Day!

Leadership comes with Responsibility

 

Below is a short story I wrote for my son's story telling competition. I have shortened the story a lot so that Adu could easily tell it. 

Long ago, King Mumbri ruled the island kingdom of Mumbeshwar. Mumbri was a kind but careless king. He thought his kingdom was full of rich and happy people. However, Princess Mumbadevi, the daughter of King Mumbri, was aware of the true state of the kingdom. Thus, she takes him on a ride to show the truth. 

During the journey, the King sees a weak, naked child coming to him. The child begs for some food to eat. Surprised, the King asks the child, “How come my people are begging for food? Aren’t there enough food for all?” This is when the King realizes his mistake. Thus, he promises to fulfill all the needs of the people in his kingdom.

Moral of the story: Leadership comes with responsibility.

Celebrating 6 Years of Motherhood!

       

Today I completed  my 6 years tenure of motherhood. 8^th August! Yes! This was the day when the short plum nurse of Mude Hospital in Vashi, Navi Mumbai handed over a little bundle of joy in my hands. Wow! Who must have thought that I, I mean, really I could be a mother for 6 long years! A great achievement! Indeed for my little angel Adu! Oh! Please don’t take me wrong. I am not saying I am a great mom or anything to be with. It’s just that he was and is a great son to be with! He is the one who walked me through the wonderful journey of motherhood. He has made the experience worth experiencing for me. My role in this was microscopic.He has played his role wonderfully. In other houses, kids throw tantrums and moms surrender to them but in our house it’s the Mom, i.e., Me who throws tantrums and my son  understands, consoles, and surrenders. It’s me who makes maximum mistakes and says sorry to him. It’s me who cries like a baby squeezing my monstrous sized head on his small little lap. He is the one who takes my cheeks between his palms and says ‘I am there for you!’  He is the one who tells me not to brawl up with everyone. He is the one who tells me to let go the painful past. He is the one who makes me understand that it’s okay if a neighborhood child breaks his toy.  He is the one who can just with a glance on my face understands that I am hurt, upset, sad, or even happy. He is the one who understands my mood swings. Phew! Too much for a tiny tot of his age to understand. Right? But believe it or not, he does understand and has made this journey of motherhood till now scented and flower bedded for me. Seeing other kids of his age, I shudder thinking how I would have managed them. But the good thing is I don’t have to! God has given me my special one, my Adu, who always extend his little hand to pick me up whenever I fall, who always spread his arms whenever I yearn for an intense hug, who always pecks on my cheeks when it goes wet. I am blessed to have him in my life! And here I wish him a very Happy Birthday and a blessed and happiness filled life with more and more love in his heart for me and for all human beings around. May all his wish come true! May he celebrate more and more birthdays! May he live the life of his dreams! May he give the best to the world! May he get the best from the world! May he remain himself and not change for the world … ‘coz he is the best in himself!