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Sunday, November 6, 2016
Friday, October 21, 2016
My North Pole Trip; A story by Bikram Singla, my 2nd grade student
It was the first adventure of my life . I bought three tickets from Delhi to North Pole. We three friends were very enthusiastic. During the flight all I could think was the fun we will have. When we landed we went to our igloo. We wore the arctic suits. We hung our bags,I slung my camera around my neck and we set off to explore. There was only snow everywhere around. I and my friends clicked photos with Polar Bears and penguins. We decided to celebrate the rest of place in next morning.
Then I took out my GPS and looked for a restaurant. Then we went there and ate food. We went back to our igloo and slept tight. In the morning my friends and I went to a coffee shop and drank hot coffee. It was such a relief in such cold. But we didn't know that worse things were on the wait for us.
As we set out excitedly on our trek we heard a splash and a cry. As I looked back Mehul was thrashing his hands about neck deep in icy water. He had slipped on thin ice covering a lake and it had broken. We pulled him out with the help of some men. He was shivering with cold. We took him back and I gave him some dry clothes to wear. He fell ill with high fever and had to be taken back. Our trip was cut short and we landed in Delhi next day.
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Beginning
Let's take to the road
Make a new beginning
Walk side by side, hand in hand
up the verdant winding hill-path
Let's spot the snowy peaks
Cry out in joy, sit by the lake
The waters bright like your eyes
The skies crimson in the Suns wake
My love! Let's go
Leaving the world behind
Don't ask me where,
I don't want to decide
Make a new beginning
Walk side by side, hand in hand
up the verdant winding hill-path
Let's spot the snowy peaks
Cry out in joy, sit by the lake
The waters bright like your eyes
The skies crimson in the Suns wake
My love! Let's go
Leaving the world behind
Don't ask me where,
I don't want to decide
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Renewal
The noise is transforming
New rhythms returning
My heart beating anew
The melody is trickling in
The sky is brightening up
No longer dull and grey
My eyes shining again
The sun is peeping through
The storm is calming down
Not threatening to engulf
A smile on my lips
The horizon drifting in sight
New rhythms returning
My heart beating anew
The melody is trickling in
The sky is brightening up
No longer dull and grey
My eyes shining again
The sun is peeping through
The storm is calming down
Not threatening to engulf
A smile on my lips
The horizon drifting in sight
Sunday, June 12, 2016
Just Yet
Let's curl up on the sofa
Hook our arms together
My head on your shoulder
Eyes half closed half open
Let the kettle boil and sing
I don't want to stir just yet
Count the stars in the sky
Wine glasses in our hands
Half empty and half full
Let the breeze kiss our lips
I don't want to sleep just yet
Let's sleep on this morning,
My body cocooned in yours
Our feet together toes touching
Your breath on my face and hair
Dreams dreamt and undreamt
I don't want to wake up just yet
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
Of Love and Life
Thoughts that I never thought
Would come to my mind
Smiles that I had lost
To the depths of eternity
Love that I had locked away
With memories in an old box
All return like His grace
A potent life giving force
A light that eternally brightened
The darkest nooks of my heart
Restored the love that I had lost
And the faith that I had given up on
Life took me to many places
But the corner of my heart
Which sought the balm of love
Was most often barren and dark
Now I have come to a magic land
And the sparkle in my eyes says yes
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Friday, April 8, 2016
Forgotten #AtoZ challenge #F
From the same seed grown
One given all shade and nurtured
Other left to languish deserted
A shallow reason they had
You won’t carry our name, they said
That was an excuse so flimsy
They always were in the sway
Of partisan mindset and thought
That taught them to discriminate
Should they be forgiven again as ever?
And then perhaps be forgotten forever?
On the eve of the great 9 day Indian festival where the female form of God will be worshiped and her designated corporal forms, the kanyas or virgin girls will be venerated for eight days I feel uneasy. Such a paradox for a society which does not respect its women in the normal social milieu. I am not berating the ritual of kanya pujan but then girls should always be viewed with respect and cherished, why just 9 days twice a year?
Parents dont give daughters their right to education and property. Husbands mistreat wives. widows have no place in the social structure, they are simply persona non-grata. Women themselves abuse and exploit other women. Girls are trafficked, sexually exploited and tortured. Rapes are on the rise and dignity of all women at stake. Female infanticide and foeticide are menaces which we haven't been able to curb despite grave efforts.
Equality for the girl child and not episodic elevation to Goddess status is what is the need of the hour.
Equality for the girl child and not episodic elevation to Goddess status is what is the need of the hour.

Thursday, April 7, 2016
Expression #E #Atoz challenge

My poems are words
Which meant for someone
The whole world reads
And I only hope they reach
That soul's cosmic realms
When they beat in human hearts
Creative expression primarily and emotional expression, both
are necessary for lightening the burdens of your mind. I love expressing myself
through my writing; poetry primarily. Not expressing myself at the right time
has caused havoc in life so many times that now I wouldn’t let an opportunity
pass. However it does not mean that I have learnt to express hurt. I can
express anger but hurt still flows with silent tears. I am still learning to
say something when I am hurt instead of going quiet.
Songs, poems, lyrics and music are a superb way of
expressing yourself. Its important that you tell others what you feel. Lack of
expression and articulation leads to suppressed emotions and that leads to
depression. When Raman passed away I couldn’t express myself for some time.
Probably that was why I was fainting repeatedly on his funeral yet my poems
have given me the strength and fortitude to face the ordeal and chin up.
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Drama #AtoZ challenge # D
People indulge in lots of it and I find it futile except
when it is the literary kind. I get exhilarated by Shakespeare, Marlowe and
Shaw but the usual family or couple dramas, reel or real, God Save Me! I
tend to switch off and shift my attention to something more informative.
These
days even news has drama. Certain journalists
think they are film actors spouting innate emotional phrases or political leaders
shouting nationalist dialogues. Why do people indulge in such useless pursuits is something
I fail to understand.
I have tried to analyse various situations and come to
the conclusion that it’s either guilt we try to assuage or be righteous. Also
sometimes it is the fear of losing a loved one after we have committed a
mistake that we presume may have repercussions.
We are social people, we thrive on relationships and they
make or mar us. Why don’t we come clean and be truthful in our closest
relationships; either because we are afraid to lose them or they become
frustrating. Wouldn’t it be less hurtful if a spouse came up clean on cheating
episodes and asked for forgiveness (in that case first they should decide
whether they want to keep up the pattern or be faithful) rather than calling
the cheated upon spouse names and blaming them for something they hadn’t done? Again Wouldnt it be saving the situation if
different generations in a family sat down together and resolved various family
issues and came over generation gaps. We do that in our work scenarios, we deliberately
avoid conflict and sullen faces till the situation gets out of hand. We even
tend to resolve the situation by negotiating and without raising our voices
because we know that our livelihood is at stake. Yet at home or during social situations
we lose our cool and indulge in this drama because we take them for granted.
Drama should be kept for movies and stage. Relationships are
tender and precious , drama is not a genre for them, meaningful communication is a better tool. A warm hug, a nod of understanding, a loving look, a friendly smile and things get better!!!!
Friday, April 1, 2016
April #AtoZchallenge, #musings
Spring heralded itself exclusive
A tender pink was all I saw
Like the trees on my city roads
The burning sun lost its fire
An orange moon grew pale-gold
The hot air cooled, becoming balmy
From somewhere song birds sang
The embrace of eternal love and
A lost soul found its other half
A long sought union of hearts and
Life became eternal spring
Shakespeare once said that
April puts life-spirit in everything. My life has a special connection with
this month. One of the days in the month had always been special but not ever celebrated
now I feel like celebrating it every year. The beautiful city I live in
transforms into a colour riot as soon as Ides of March takes a turn. The Amaltas
blooms bright yellow and purple, the rose garden is full of colours, the trees
are verdant and by April it is in full bloom.
Similarly my life too has
taken a fresh turn in this month; life for me this time around started a new
lease in March and is in full bloom by April. It is going to be a long voyage
but the beginning is auspicious and full of hope and love. Doubts are plenty
but not portentous enough to mar a beautiful ride. Sometimes perhaps the
journey itself is more important than the destination.

It’s a beautiful time of
transformations, changes and laughter. Once in April someone had given me Myself
back and taught me how to live. Today I feel I am cut out for the role. Love is
the prime reason, it brings that life-sprit to my ravished body and soul. A
nourished soul gives out love and laughter and the life’s sharp edges get
sand-papered. This April has given me that life-spirit, that hope, that love
and laughter. A manna from the heavens and and as Keats said.. “An eternal fountain of immortal drink”
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Ardhaakar
इस दिल के पान के पत्ते का
इक कोना चिर के कहाँ गिरा
मिटटी पानी या हवा हुआ
हमको लेकिन फिर न मिला
कटे फटे इस दिल कों अब
बस यूँही लेकर फिरते है
कुछ चाक पैबंद लगा के
अब आकार कों पूरा करते है
आकार जो पूरा हो भी गया
फिर जान कहा से फूकेंगे
कुछ ज़ख्म ये दिल का ऐसा है
खुद दर्द ही जिसका मरहम है
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
A Summer Spring
On a summer day in April
Spring heralded itself exclusive
A tender pink was all I saw
Like the trees on my city roads
The burning sun lost its fire
An orange moon grew pale-gold
The hot air cooled, becoming balmy
From somewhere song birds sang
The embrace of eternal love and
A lost soul found its other half
A long sought union of hearts and
life became eternal spring
Sunday, January 24, 2016
The Cold Sun
As the sun, a golden ball
Of cold fire hides behind
The cotton clouds, I sigh
Today too the moon,
Won't be seen In the sky
And today again I will
Be left longing For those
morsels of you that the
moondrops bring for me
Friday, January 15, 2016
Monday, December 14, 2015
10 Important Life Realisations
I always knew it but had forgotten in the insecure atmosphere of last 1-1/2 year.
It's OK to have less...
Spend less. Happiness is not directly proportional to your pay check. It's directly proportional to spending time with your loved ones.Its OK to wear again what you have worn earlier.
No body pays attention to what brands you are wearing, It's important to be neat, clean and decently put together. We wear just a few favorite clothes, fewer pieces of jewellery, a few pairs of shoes, and still fewer handbagsWholesome homemade food is good food.
Eating out should be restricted.It reflects, adversely, on your health not on your status.Live the way you want to.
No one is impressed by what car you are driving and what house you are living in They are all busy with their own things and if someone does they are not your kind of people.Love yourself.Follow your heart.
You live only once. Live it up!Cultivate a hobby.
Learn to play an instrument, paint, cycle or whatever you have always wanted to do. It helps you get i touch with your inner self and that is enlightening.Learn to dance
It liberates you, gives you a sense of peace, coordination, balance and exercises your body and mindRead books.
They bring the world to your table. Nothing more needs to be said yet they give you a vision, a broader perspective and sometimes lessons that last a life-timeTravel to broaden your horizon.
On travel, there are beautiful untouched places in our own country and we travel for our relaxation and exploration not to impress others.Be there .
For the people in your life Your parents, children,siblings,friends and those who have less than you have. Dignity and respect comes from being there and being good when you are needed.
Monday, December 7, 2015
The Castle Wedding @Kanota

I was looking forward to the invitation! Yes I would be lying if I say that I didn't care. There was not an iota of doubt that it was going to be grand and exclusive. everyone wanted to be on the invitee list.











Well done Guddu and Nishant for planning this beautiful wedding and Thanks Ricky Di for making me an integral part of it.
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Darkness
True! I am happy these
days
Heart: Haven’t you noticed the plight
Really! Are you sure?
Me: whose plight are you implying?
My family and friends are all fine
Heart: The several who are dying
The little ones being attacked
Me: but what can I do about it?
I didn’t perpetrate the crimes
Heart: Express your anguish damn it!
Only then celebrate the festival of light
Yes! I am a poet, a writer. Someone who is just trying to make a foothold in this vast and diverse society after having suffered and struggled a lot. Like many others I also wanted to dwell on personal happiness and festivities and shopping. I also wanted to clean my own house or maybe even the street.
And yet, today, my heart pains to see what the nation has come to. Toddlers being raped and killed, religious fanaticism, communal disharmony, suppression of basic freedom and much more. Are we progressing? This is not progress, this is digression. We are a modern nation with 70% population under the age of 35 but we are moving toward archaic times where sectarianism, bigotry and intolerance are becoming the norm. Freedom of expression, speech, freedom to follow what we like and eat and wear what we prefer are being questioned.
I pride myself as a modern Indian woman who considers religion as a very personal matter. Also i have grown up in a nation and a city where all strata and sections of society including women are given the liberty to grow, earn and move around as free citizens. Why are these being curtailed? Why is no one speaking up. Why cant everyone else feel the anguish?
How can you celebrate Diwali amidst all this darkness that the nation is plunging into. We need light and a galaxy full of it.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Tum
तुम्हारी याद दिल
के एक कोने
में अपना घर बनाए
बैठी है
के मेरा दिल
उस ही का
घर बन के
रह गया
बाकी जगह खाली
ही पड़ी है
कई नये बाशिंदे
दस्तक देते हुए दिल
में घर करना
चाहते है
मगर ये है
कि तुम्हे ही
ले के बैठा
है
मैं आज़ाद होना भी
नही चाहती
पर फिर उस
अधूरेपन क्या करूँ
जो तुम्हारे न होकर
भी होंने का
एहसास
हर पल मेरे
इसी दिल के
हर कोने में
भर देता है
तुम लौट नही
सकते हर शख्स
मुझे ये समझता
है
मैं नही समझा
पाती उन्हे कि लौट
के तो वो
आता है
जो कहीं जा
भी सका हो,
तुम तो गये ही
नही, Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Dry Tears
My tears run in my veins like
The waters of a secret river
Hidden but ceaselessly flowing
I cry silently in vain while
Waves of grief fragmenting
My inner sanctum break
And memories, oh! they hound
Like the caverns in Xanadu silent
With a war waged underneath
I too want to soften and cry
Crumble like the earth wasted
Yet that’s a luxury I can’t afford
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