Monthly Archives: September 2013

If Only You Were Here

A fascination

Lost in  time , Her essence

Buried in my soul  , Forever


I remember the first day when I was admitted to a new school in Class 3  at Dhanbad . The principal happened to be my grandfather’s friend . Those time admissions to any school never used to be a daunting task . After clearing all the formalities I was ushered by my class teacher to my new class . I was wearing a white frock with pink ruffles  . I still did not have my school dress and it was ok to wear colored dress for few days .

She was looking at me with her inquisitive smile , her large brown eyes constantly peering at me with warmth .  In the lunch time when I was eating my snacks  alone as I was too shy to go to anyone she came towards me and offered me her lunch , ” Do you want some puris ?” and I was taken aback by her sweet voice . I gladly accepted and our friendship started . Her name was Priyanka and she became my confidante .A friendship that is not judged or led by narrow thinking of so called grown-ups , innocence which can touch heart and smile that can fade all the miseries in oblivion.

Priyanka was my first brand ambassador, rooting for me to become class Monitor , saving the last morsel of tasty food for me , clapping first and till last even for the most insignificant achievement ,her dainty fingers never pained and her words always singing hymns of praise in front of others . One day , when school got over , I and my brother sat on the rickshaw to come to home , she climbed back saying that she wants to come to my home with me . I got down and asked where is her driver who comes to pick her from the school. And she replied that her parents are out of town and she already told his driver to come and pick her from my home .

I was naive  and did not have any option but to believe her  . My mother was surprised to see that first time I have got a school friend to home.She asked me about her and I told her the whole story . Ours was a joint family with uncle , aunts , grandparents and a host of other relatives who will come dropping by . My mother gave supper to me and Priyanka . She even wore my blue polka dotted dress and we started playing in the parapet roof .

In the mean time her driver came and after not finding her in the school and of course searching in the class , cafeteria, playground etc panicked and went home to report that she is missing . Her parents got cold feet and rushed to school . The principal , teachers everybody assembled in the school . And soon police also came . In the evening a  vehicle was hired to make the announcement of her missing from the school . We had a hotel in the town and one of my uncle heard the announcement . Dhanbad is a district town and it was 80’s , a time where consumerism has not driven out our social values and in every street there were people whom we had known for years.  When my uncle heard the announcement he was startled as he knew that this is the school where we studied .

Late evening when he came for some errand he was surprised to see Priyanka . He asked about her whereabouts and then told the missing story to my mother . My mother was shocked to hear that and they became confident that the missing girl is none but priyanka . Everybody went to the school , her parents were informed and soon they came to the school .I was too small to even understand what would have gone in her parent’s mind when they would have found her missing.

Next day She came to the school , her demeanor like a placid lake as if nothing had happened . A year passed where we laughed , teased each other , made fun of others ,shared food .  I was a sincere child always doing my work on time, listening attentively to the teachers . At the end of term when the results were announced I came second in the class. Priyanka kept clapping for me and stopped only when she was reminded by our teacher .  In arguments she will be the first person to support me , the only one who will keep staring at me for any performance as if she is start-struck for life. I failed to understand her unflinching support and her affection .

In the next term I moved to Bokaro and she also moved to Jamshedpur as her father got a transfer . And we lost touch and I lost my first best friend , a friendship that can fill anyone’s heart with joy, a friendship which would have blossomed in a life long relation if it would have continued . She would have been my soul-sister , my BFF , my confidante IF ONLY YOU WERE HERE ,  IF ONLY YOU WERE HERE

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Truly Alive

When I wake up in the morning
My son sleeping besides
Innocent and pious
I remember my blessings
A walk by the lake
And watching the sun
Spread the colors of life
I thank God for the new morning
The birds and the bees
They sing and hum
I hear their music
And all my weariness fades away
In the siesta
When dear ones call
And they laugh on my stories
I feel gratified
When I write
And my words inspire
Finds a way in the reader’s heart
I feel truly alive.

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COLORS – Through my words


The BLUE firmament was overcast with GREY clouds floating like sails . It was hot and humid in the village of Shahgarh , a tiny hamlet nestled in Jaisalmer . Suhani was incessantly looking at the overcast sky , her  GREEN eyes gleaming with hope . Will it rain ? Will the rain god be kind enough to satiate their thirst ? 

A gust of wind suddenly ruffles her RED veil and she feels the balmy touch of raindrops in her cheek. She turns PINK  with joy , dancing in the sudden downpour.

NOTE :- Areas around Shahgarh ( in Jaisalmer District receives the least rainfall in India ) . This post was written to highlight the sudden climatic changes which we are facing and the importance of rains in our life .

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Let us be more sensitive towards children !


Holy Spirit rises 

Battered , Choked

Can it find love again ?

Today is World Suicide Prevention Day . The word suicide has bought back a flood of memories . I grew up in SAIL CITY ,Bokaro  . Bokaro has a very cosmopolitan outlook as  people from all corners of India are residing here  . Being a planned city where people are mostly working in the steel plant it has a very homogeneous society .  Education is the main focus of people here and due to its engineering background , I remember 90% ( trying to be liitle pessimistic here ) of parents and children aspired to become one of them . I remember my father’s colleagues or my neighbors visiting us and the main topic of discussion would be the Board exam result , IIT jee result etc. It was so annoying . My father has always been a very progressive man and he never forced his decision on us .

But it was disheartening to see that many of my friends and juniors had to suffer because they were pressurized to perform or choose a stream which they never wanted to study . Why we attach so much importance to grade , marks , rank  or any profession ? In trying to choose a safe career don’t we kill the creativity of our children ?  I remember I opted for  Industrial Engineering when I got admitted into BIT Sindri , a state level college of high reputation.Many of my friends had asked me why not computer science or electronics ? I was clear that I wanted to study that field . We were group of eight girls from Bokaro who were studying in Sindri . Deepika ( Name changed)  was one of them and I remember that she never used to sleep whenever we had exams . Her eyes will be blood shot and she will be roaming with a book like a lunatic.

I failed to comprehend why she will study so hard . One day while we were waking up , we came to know that Deepika’s sister has committed suicide as she scored only 78 % in her board exams and not 90 % as everybody in the family wanted her to do so . Her face came flashing in front of me . She was such a timid and shy girl with a faint smile and eyes which were in search of warmth.

The matter was hushed affair . It was evident that she was suffering from depression . Everybody  in the family and her classmates , teachers expected her to outperform others but she could only score that much , a distinction but not appreciated by the people around her . What could have gone into her mind that made her take such drastic step ?

She was found hanging in her room with her dupatta . In the morning when the family came to know about it , it was too late . Why we are so insensitive to our own children ? Why we are unable to understand the distress signals ? Why we cannot go and tell them that you have done spectacular ? Why we cannot hug them tightly and tell them to be whatever they want and not force our decisions on them ?

Suicide in children and teenagers can be prevented only when the parents , teachers and the surrounding provide a safe and healthy environment . Let us not overload our aspiration and dreams on them . Let them do whatever they want , take them into confidence , have a friendly and sensitive approach towards them . Life has endless possibilities and it should not be guided by the narrow parameters of our own constricted thinking.

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