to my little baby

To my love, To my child .
I feel you within me though your moves are quite mild.

I picture you in my thoughts and wonder how you would look
which book will be read to you and what for you i shoud cook

Will you be like me or like your papa
what will you call me - mummy or mamaa

What do i call you , i wonder if you will like the name
Will you be naughty or easy to tame

However you will be , i will keep you in my arms
my love and care will always keep you healthy and warm

Come my little angel , your mother is waiting for you
guess this is the feeling with you too , my baby boo

if i could decide

Nothing else to do , a thought suddenly crossed my mind.

If god asked me one wish , what will i choose

Good salary.............NA
Good job in good organisation ..................NA
Good entreprenueurial venture ...............Ummm
Lot of money in bank , no need to work ..............ok what else
Good health ..................definetly
Good family life and love .................YES
Nirvana, peaceful death and no return back in material world...........sounds good , but is there something like that.
Youth .....................what do i do when all in my age group get old and i remain fresh as daisy

See , i figured out job comes last ........let me not waste time working , rather i should concentrate on honing any entrpreneurial idea, keeping healthy and giving time to family. If i have these three , i would definitely have peaceful death and may not return back to complete any incomplete task . :-)

Go Go Fly

All children like animals , at least most of them .In the locality we stayed earlier had lot of kids of our age. Every other day some or the other would find a injured bird , orphaned kitten or sick squirrel . Each kid had a proper role to serve- some were assigned job for taking care of the needy animal ,bully boys were watch guards , some were supposed to provide for temporary residence and then little girls were responsible for food supply. Usually the animal used to get well and sneak out of captivity . Whenever it happened there was a grief all around . There would be frantic searches in bushes , dug up holes and in houses of suspects. Failure in search would eventually take form of blame game , fights and imaginary stories . For few days every one would carry the loss of guest animal in their heart only to be replaced by shout for new discovery " Ae mil gaya mil gaya ...kabutar hain , pankh tuta hua hai " .

Me and sister would never get a chance to keep any animal home as it was the privilege of senior kids. We both wished to have our 100% ownership pet , whom we wont share with anybody and then the day arrived soon. Papa bought us caged parrot , two in a small cage.

We were very happy as parrots were novel and we enjoyed envied eyes of others. Parrots were given every thing possible to eat, there cage would always smell of guava, chillies mixed with their dumping. We watched their behaviour very closely and their well being mattered most during those days. My sister tried a lot to make parrots repeat few words , but they never talked . After a month or so they still were scared of us and beat their wings vigorously whenever we neared them which made us sad.

One evening i still remember a flock of free parrots flew by making lot of noise and our birds in cage became very restless and gave out of shrill screams. My sister looked at me and i just said " may be there was their mother in the group which flew by " . Something changed from then onwards , we both wanted to free our birds and wished they could find their home again. Next morning before leaving for school , we gave a sumptuous breakfast to our parrots and opened the cage. There they went towards the open sky , their green wings happily slapping the morning air. They circled thrice around our home and my younger sister started clapping overjoyedly and shouted - Go Go Fly .

Our hearts were more happy when we gifted freedom to our caged guest than on they day papa had got them for us. Two more times our parents got us caged birds , but stopped when they realised that their daughters love freedom to caged security.

Short Story - 1 KALI

Here is my first short story , will keep posting some more short stories written by me . Hope you enjoy reading. All stories are fictitious any resemblance to event or person is coincidental :-)

Kali – The train singer

In the year 1994, we moved to Bombay from Ghaziabad, as my father’s services got transferred to the city. I was 13 then and took admission in a class eighth of a CBSE school at Dadar. We rented a house in dombivili.
I used to take 7 am train to Dadar every day and start off my hour long journey. Being new in the city as well as being a very reserved child, I hardly spoke to any body in the train and used to doze off holding a syllabus book more so for reason of avoiding any conversations than catching extra forty winks.

“ Pardesi Pardesi Jana nahi “ shrill voice of a girl younger to me by three four years always woke me up , as soon as she used to get into the train at Kalwa holding two small granite pieces and rattling them unmusically. Her hairs were matted tied loosely in a plait and her thin physique wore a ragged salwar kameez hanging clumsily over her feeble shoulders. Face was dark with clipped lower lip, but it was those jovial eyes which got her some sympathy and some coins in the ladies compartment. I never gave her any money and neither had she begged from me in those two years. She always stood close to me after singing two three songs from the hit list but I use to hate her for it due to her body stink. She use to peep into my books, sometimes tried touching my new “squeezy” water bottle and other times used to just look blankly on my polished shoes. I always behaved in a very aloof manner and never gave her more than a single look.

3rd March 1996 was our farewell day in school before board exams. I wore new salwar kameez and applied make up for the very first time. I stuck to the very same routine and started on my last journey to school, more so to bid bye to the ladies compartment, to the stations I crossed and fellow passengers.


“Didi, sahi – ekdum Madhuri Dixit “ were the words of the singing girl, when I gave her a smile for the first time in those years. I spoke to her for the first time and told her about the farewell party, my admission in Bangalore and career plans. She could hardly understand what I was talking about and even I didn’t realize what it will mean to a child who has never held a pen in hand. She only understood it was my last day on 7 am train and I will receive some gifts from my friends as a partying gift. That day she just sang for me in a low voice standing close to me, it was her way of saying bye. As my station was about to approach, she asked me if I could write her name on her palm as a return gift. I hesitantly wrote “kali” on her dirt greased palm and got down at the station.

Years passed, I completed my education in Bangalore and joined a top tier IT Company in Hyderabad. My job made me travel across length and breadth of country and I eagerly waited for an opportunity to visit Mumbai, the city I loved. Opportunity came soon, as I was chosen on a recruitment panel visiting few campuses in the city. I visited the area in which we lived, everything had changed – new malls all across, lesser trees and more cars. There were new residential complexes and with no known face. I took a local train back to my hotel and my mind kept wandering back and forth switching between past and present.
“ Pardesi Pardesi Jana nahi “ the familiar song broke my thoughts .A girl child barely of five was singing and begged for alms, her mother followed soon behind and it was no other than ‘kali’ .

“ Arre didi , ekdum madam ban gaye “ kali spoke as she hurried towards me . She picked up her daughter and showed me her mangalsutra. I smiled at her and after few exchange of words, when we both had nothing to talk she asked her daughter – “kali, madam ke liye gana gao “. I jokingly asked kali “why you kept your daughter’s name as kali, she is more fair than you”, to which she replied “kali hi likne ata hai, aapne sikhaya tha”
I got down at a station and an inner voice spoke to me “ wish I could have taught her more , so that she could have given a different name , a better identity to her daughter “ .

“Didi, Madam Bye Bye “shouted both the kali’s as their compartment passed by me on the platform.

छू मंतर

वहाँ मत जाओ - वहाँ भूत है । खाना नही खाओ गी तो - राक्षस पकड़ कर ले जाएगा । रात को जो बच्चे नही सोते उन्हें - पुलिस ले जाती हैं। किस किस तरह से सब ने मुझे बुद्धू बनाया , और आज मैं भी बच्चो को इस ही तरह से बेवकूफ बनाती हू । मुझे आज भी याद हैं , जब मैं हर रात एक चिट्टी लिख कर अपने घर की बालकनी मैं रखती थी । मेरा यह विश्वास था की परी आ कर वह चिट्टी ले जायेगी और मुझे जो भी चाहिए वो मेरे लिए रख जाएँगी। २४ दिसम्बर की रात मैं अपनी सारी सोक्क्स और स्तोक्किंग धो कर रस्सी से लटका देती थी । christamas के दिन उसमे एक डेरी मिल्क चोकोलेट , हेयर क्लिप, पेंसिल , शर्प्नेर और एक संता क्लाउस की लिखी चिट्टी पाती थी । उस चिट्टी मैं मुझे संता क्लाउस - एक अच्छी बच्ची बनने के लिए कहता , हर सुब्जेक्ट मैं आए मार्क्स के बारें में जिक्र होता , गणित में ध्यान देने को कहता । में यह सोच हर हेरान हो जाती की किस तरह संता क्लाउस मेरे बारें में इतना कुछ जानता हैं । पर chocolate का स्वाद इस प्रश्न को भुला देता। एक क्रिसमस की सुबह मेरी नींद अचानक खुल गई और मैंने मम्मी को मेरे सिरहाने बेंठ्कर चिट्टी लिखते देखा , तुरंत मैं समझ गई की मम्मी ही संता क्लाउस बन कर हर साल चिट्टी लिख्ती हैं। उस दिन से मैं बड़ी हो गई और जादू , परियों और संता क्लाउस की दुनिया से बाहर चली आयी .

How good it is to be doing nothing at all !! :-)

How good it is to be doing nothing at all

To sit by the window , to look at tea stall

To sip hot coffee and hear the rain drop

How good it is to be doing nothing at all

To follow red ants to their burrows , to look at the mud bath of sparrows

To wonder at games that clouds play , to mix colours of pink and grey

How good it is to be doing nothing at all

To spend afternoon on park swings , to collect sea shells and hear what sea sings

To believe in fairies with fur wings , to make houses from matches and twigs

How good it is to be doing nothing at all , hope i can be a child all life long

lazy afternoon naps

Stretch a bit ,feel your tummy full , switch off the TV, snuggle in to the mattress, take a light bed sheet, turn to side and close your eyes for that lazy afternoon nap.

Afternoon naps - the bargained thing for the pay cheque are the best way to relax your body and soul. A hour nap energises the body more than the sleep of 8 hours at night. Look around - all will be doing the same be it a hawker spread over like a log on his hand trolley or street dogs taking few winks in shade . Kids also disappear during this time of the day to return back to streets with more vigour.

Enough - Got to get back to work , Boss calling ! office goers need to wait till the life clock strikes 60 .