Trying to be an Artist.
Passion for : Short Stories, Poems, sketches, Photography, Music.
Hoping to bring a change in world through art.
Sunday, 30 September 2012
An approach to reduce child laborer
No matter many parents have realized the importance of
education, but still we can see “chotoos” around us. The main reason for this
is poverty.
How can we motivate people to send “chottos” to school?
One of the possible ways is to provide a small stipend,
better than what their children get paid.
Children are creative; no matter they are from rich or poor
family.
Put a dot on a board and ask them for answer?
We will get different answers from them.
But from a grown up individuals, the answer is
"dot" which is unanimous.
if we could promote
and sell the various creative arts, such as painting, embroider,
sculptures, accessories designing, tattoo stickers etc. which are being made by
the children during their art sections we can make money out of it and the
government can pay it as a stipend to the “chootos”.
The product can be as simple as a designer kerchief
targeting young girls or a designer T-Shirts targeting young men of the buyers
market segment and these crafts can also be exported to other countries which
will earn more money.
We have to spread this message to youngsters in colleges and
schools, even a one rupee contribution from them in buying a kerchief will make
a big difference in child’s life. This can be spread through some cultural
events in the campus or through short films which they could watch through
social sites and you tube.
In this way “chootos” will gain skill set which they can use
it in future, an education during the first half of their school and also a
stipend which helps to run their family.
If you feel the message is good and worth sharing please
share the message with others and spread it across Share it through article, short film,radio or through any program.
Sunday, 23 September 2012
Not a sin - Poem
criticized by father for whom he was,
isolated by mother,while fighting with her fate,
isolated by friends, for not following their living standard,
the child communicated with art and lived in fission world,
its not a sin to be reserved,
every person has a reason for his personality.
don't criticize them, if can't have an empathy!
isolated by mother,while fighting with her fate,
isolated by friends, for not following their living standard,
the child communicated with art and lived in fission world,
its not a sin to be reserved,
every person has a reason for his personality.
don't criticize them, if can't have an empathy!
Friday, 14 September 2012
Modern Sita
Modern Sita
Chapter-1
Introduction to Sita:
It was late in the night, people were celebrating diwali, and
the roads were covered with the mist of sulphur. My wife was pregnant and she
started feeling the pain, I took her to the hospital, it was raining heavily,
the traffic was less, there was a power cut, we reached the hospital by 12:00
AM. Doctor said that they need to do the operation, they took the signature
from me, I was worried about my wife, than my child.
Finally the doctor came at 4:00 AM, and told, both are safe.
I ran to see my new family member. She was fair, with her
eyes tightly closed, she looked like young fairy wrapped in white cloth. I
touched her soft fingers; she was in deep pain and struggling to breathe after entering
the new world, she grasped my finger and didn’t let it go. This is none other
than my daughter Sita.
I took sita and my wife to home, my parents and relatives
were waiting to see her. My princess was afraid to see the crowd but we managed
to pacify her.
People were calling me as sinner to be a girl’s father! But
I didn’t care, for me sita is my second
mother! God created man for some reason, so is women, if both are present human
race will survive, think of a world without woman,
Agreed no ego problem, but problem can exist only if life
exists!
Chapter-2
Sita’s First Lesson
Sita turned 1, she started talking. She calls “mova….”,
“paghu….” she recognizes me well, she crawls and comes to me like thunder light!
She observes my action and repeats whatever I do. Once she noticed me having
cigarette, while doing the office work, she took a cigar from my box and kept
on her mouth.
After that day I quitted smoking, there are other ways to
release our tension; for e.g. listening to music gives relaxation.
It was sept 1987; I was reading the news paper, now she
started walking with her tender legs, she was looking at me as a usual kid
does, I didn’t pay much attention intentionally. Suddenly she fell down, my
wife took her on to her lap and pacified her, my sita was questioning me why
“paghu” didn’t care! I was able to read it through her eyes!
She started falling down, everyday I stopped my wife to
pacify her, suddenly sita behaved differently, she repeated exactly what my
wife use to do!, she rubbed her head and legs, wiped her tears and then started
moving on her tender legs.
Children’s are best learners, they adapt to the world around
them quickly. They take up things as it comes without analyzing! If I or my
wife would have pacified her every time, she would look for us every time; my
sita learnt her first lesson of life.
We start our life with tears and leave the tears in others
while leaving this world, why to waste the precious tears, use them as a medium
to release your emotions in front of people with whom you are comfortable and
who knows its value!
Chapter -3
Other’s Perception of
Sita
There was a strike in
my company, people were loosing job, i too lost mine, everyday I returned home
without job, but whenever I see my sita’s innocent smile, I get the confidence that some is there for me;
who still believes in me!
My relatives asked to visit an astrologer; I don’t believe
in such things, but went to him on my wife’s compulsion. He put the blame on
Sita, he told “She is ill luck for you!” as she born on an inauspicious time!
I am a firm believer on mathematics of hard work and not on
the luck; Time is just a measurement, on revolution of earth and not the
evaluation of a person’s life!
I ignored his words and returned home. But my wife was
disturbed.
My wife asked me, could that be true?, as she was a strong
believer on astrology!
I asked her do you believe in lord Krishna.
She said yes! Just think sita as Krishna.
Did his parents hate him? For their ill fortune?
It is better to convey things to people through their
belief, rather than scientific approach. As it will fail most of the times.
After a month, life became normal, till now I haven’t faced any problems with
respect to job.
If any problem occurs in our life, it is because of our
actions or the perceptions of ours or perception of what we have created
ourselves on others, and not because of any one’s horoscope!
Chapter-5
Sita Going to School
Years passed, sita turned 5. It is time to put her on
school. People gave a lot of suggestions, but I chose an average school, everyone
criticized me that I am a miser.
Sita went to school, with her big bag like a military man,
now she doesn’t looks for me, she got into her school van and told me bye just
for courtesy!
For me knowledge comes from experience of life and
observation and not from the books. No one can be forced to learn, they will
learn if they want. As a parent we should direct them to the correct path,
along with the confidence of moving forward.
I was not good in English; I cleared my paper in my last
attempt only!, most of the times I heard that “I don’t deserve to study in a
English school”, I had a tough time with English, I hated it because of others,
soon I realized that mistake was not with English, it is with the teachers who
doesn’t understand the psychology of a child. No point having bunches of degree
when you are not able to deliver the education to every child of the class.
I don’t want to give my child the same education. We started
watching English channels, whenever sita was at home. But we did teach her, our
native language. There is no point in reading a English book to a child who
doesn’t want to read or hear, rather we can do what they like, show them a
foreign language movie with subtitle.
In this way they grasp things quickly. This is what I did to
sita during her childhood. Now she is able to speak English fluently.
No point in putting child in a factory called school, who
could just deliver same product with different barcode without any creativity.
Education can be learnt from Google or school, but not the
creativity and confidence of facing world!
Chapter -6
Sita Listening to
bedtime stories
After school hours she used to come to me and asks for
stories, Sita is not an ordinary child, and she doesn’t stops asking questions!
Until she is satisfied!
Once my wife was saying the epics to her,
She told about the blue god her favorite, and how he fought
for his wife.
When my wife completed the narration, sita blasted her with
questions.
She asked “do we follow the same pattern of marriage as the
blue god.”
My wife told, “yes dear!”
“Yesterday we went for uncle’s marriage, did the aunty also
paid wealth for her husband as they did for the blue god?”
My wife told, “Yes dear!” it is the tradition!
“But I didn’t see the uncle breaking the bow for marring her!
Why is that so?”
“You told the blue god suspected his devi, but why devi
didn’t suspect him, he was also away from her in the mean time?”
“So we follow epics partially?”
Many times we get enlighten by children in some way, but it
is difficult to accept the facts.
I realized that epics are just the collections of various
characters, an guide for our life what to do and what not to do, how to correct
and prevent the mistakes, that is why the epics are depicted by god in human
characters, and to convey that good men
are not correct always.
But as a human or god we can correct our mistakes. When “dropati”
was insulted, lord Krishna protected her as a brother, just to depict that men
should have this character, you need not have blood relation to have a sister
and not that Krishna will come to protect his
sisters in 21st century! And his friendship with “kuselan” shows how
simple person one should be in spite of ones power and status.
Character “Arjuna” being as hermaphrodite in Padma Purana also
shows that every gender are equal in this world. The couple should share the
good and bad time just like “kanthari”.
Just a thought of killing a deer lead to Ramayana, life is
same no matter it is deer or human, and the character of hanuman shows god
exists in animals and don’t hurt them they love you back and helps you when you
protect them.
But most of the time we just take the character which we
want from the epic. There is no mistake with the epic; it is how we interpret
it.
Chapter-7
Sita at toy shop
We took sita to toy shop, got her educational toys along
with other toys. We used to spend lot of time while selecting the toys.
Most of the time Medias influences a child’s mind especially
children’s whose source of entertainment are televisions. Children’s mind are
like canvas, being painted by medias people around them and the toys with which
they play. The girls usually like teddy bears because their appearance is soft,
and that is why we see them more affectionate to pets. But advertisements and
toys with bad dress can affect their mind, for girls they loose their
confidence and they believe that they will be saved by some heroes and they should
dress like a “Barbie doll” and boys believe that “woman” are use and throw toys
and they depend on them in every day life. What would happen if we give a
“Jhansi Rani” doll to a girl and make her to watch a cartoon based on her life!
No matter educations has given confidence to the woman, but building’s strength
comes from the foundation not on what is being built on foundations.
I used to show her the movie which revolves on a woman’s
strong character, it is better to describe a woman as a lioness rather than a
flower or a bird. This builds the child’s confidence right from the childhood.
Chapter-8
Sita as a teenager
Time has passed, now my sita is into college, my sita is
different from others, she improved her skills by just watching good content
from life,
she is a self learner like “Arjuna”,
She differs from other girls, she doesn’t wear the stuffs
which other girl wears, and she goes out boldly at night time!
Once she saved a girl from a guy, in spite of saving, she
made that boy to realize his mistake by doing the same to that guy along with her
gang.
Its time to do her marriage, the groom accepted everything,
but they wanted her to be house wife, my sita refused to do so,
She just told “papa we also did our education and job with
so much of effort, as a guy did, why should we always sacrifice our carrier, we
shall do it when we feel it is required, we give importance to our carrier as
we feel insecure, while marring a person and not to showoff!
Can’t we have even this right?”
Once again I lost to my daughter sita! I couldn’t reply, I
just put my hand on her head and smiled.
Now I am not worried about Sita, She is a brave and
affectionate girl who listens to my stories even today.
Hope every child becomes like my sita!
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Young Professor - Short Story
Introduction
Chapter-1
I am Padmini, friends call me padhu. Today I am joining as a
junior professor, with lot of dreams; hope my young friends support me in this
journey.
There was so much criticism from my parents when I chose my
line of subject, but I convinced them with lot of effort, I am sure that I will
make them proud one day!. There is no point in doing things, for which we don’t
have a passion, may be we’ll get a higher package with such choice, not the
happiness. At times we have to choose a carrier for the sake of personal
issues, but we can pursue our passion if we have a will, as a hobby.
Padmini’s ideas
Chapter-2
It’s been 3 months after I joined the college, I wanted to
promote innovation among my friends, they can learn the subject from the book
at last minute of exam but innovation comes with thinking, a long process which
requires persistence hard work and good observation power. To promote
innovation to others good networking and communication skills are required.
I encourage my friends to submit different kinds of projects
apart from the routine ones.
I believe in innovations rather than marks, its people like Steve
jobs and Bill gates are being remembered and not the people who topped their
class.
The country’s growth depends on innovation it is the hardest
truth not being realized.
People have to realize it and stop our precious young minds
being drained from India.
I don’t want to be one among the people who says “Rich
becomes richer, poor becomes poor” or one who shares “Happy Independence Day”
in social sites, I am worried about my country’s future. One side young brains
are drained and other side we are being controlled by foreign investors. No
doubt foreign companies have improved our income. But still we are depending on
other counties.
I feel it is time to act, we need to promote innovation
among our self and in next generations.
Padmini’s Approach to child laborer
Chapter-3
One of the reasons why I choose this profession is to spread
my ideas to my friends.
No matter many
parents have realized the importance of education, but still we can see
“chotoos” around us. The main reason for this is poverty.
How can we motivate people to send “chottos” to school?
One of the possible ways is to provide a small stipend,
better than what their children get paid.
Children are creative; no matter they are from rich or poor
family.
Put a dot on a board and ask them for answer?
We will get different answers from them.
But from a grown up individuals, the answer is "dot" which is
unanimous.
if we could promote
and sell the various creative arts, such as painting, embroider,
sculptures, accessories designing, tattoo stickers etc. which are being made by
the children during their art sections we can make money out of it and the
government can pay it as a stipend to the “chootos”.
The product can be as simple as a designer kerchief
targeting young girls or a designer T-Shirts targeting young men of the buyers
market segment and these crafts can also be exported to other countries which
will earn more money.
In this way “chootos” will gain skill set which they can use
it in future, an education during the first half of his school and also a
stipend which helps to run their family.
I have been trying to spread this message, but couldn’t
succeed by being a low profile individual. Now I have decided to use my young
friends. I have shared this message to them. I believe in “Message from a youth
to a youth”.
My friends has been sharing this message through cultural
events organized by colleges / schools being attended by various special
guests, and through other medias such as short films ,news papers, college/school
articles and radio shows.
This is just a fission reaction which I have triggered in youngster,
“an attempt to marshal future India”
Hope my friends give me support!
Sunday, 19 August 2012
Short-poem Emotional dynamics
Emotions are like thermal energy,
Release as open system,
Receive as closed system,
To ensure heat flow.
Saturday, 18 August 2012
Music with Software
I composed this music sometime back using a software, just playing with sound
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GkXI38iCuMQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GkXI38iCuMQ
Short Poem - Kite
Buoyancy of wind,
controlled by thread,
the crafted paper
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Explanation:
Humans are kite, been controlled by thread called money, and supported by beings, without the wind the kite can’t fly and without the tread its destination can’t be controlled. So both are required to have a success life.
controlled by thread,
the crafted paper
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Explanation:
Humans are kite, been controlled by thread called money, and supported by beings, without the wind the kite can’t fly and without the tread its destination can’t be controlled. So both are required to have a success life.
Short Story - Innocent Woman
Came the boy,
Seeking fun and comfort at home.
Mom was cooking his favorite meal,
Both were prepared to enjoy the sunset.
Ringing at the door,
The boy dropped his toys,
His face became white,
He quickly hid himself,
Like prey from predator
Entered a tall beast,
His face was brown,
His teeth was like sharp stone,
His eyes were like a red hot metal,
altogether resembling prehistoric creature.
He spoke out of rage,
Which the boy couldn’t understand.
The communication heated up,
He slapped the mom.
Beating his mom
Was the beast’s hobby.
The boy witnesses it daily.
He never understood,
Why mom was beaten!
In school he gets punishment,
When he does wrong!
But the innocent mom
Never does anything wrong!
The boy was crying,
Over the entire scene,
Feeling helpless.
Session was over, finally!!
Boy came out,
And he wiped her tears,
Mom gave a hug
And kissed the boy,
She went to prepare the dinner
Boy was perplexed,
Why she was bearing?
Beating a woman was right?
Does his loving mother deserve it?
Hoping to get an answer from someone, someday!
Seeking fun and comfort at home.
Mom was cooking his favorite meal,
Both were prepared to enjoy the sunset.
Ringing at the door,
The boy dropped his toys,
His face became white,
He quickly hid himself,
Like prey from predator
Entered a tall beast,
His face was brown,
His teeth was like sharp stone,
His eyes were like a red hot metal,
altogether resembling prehistoric creature.
He spoke out of rage,
Which the boy couldn’t understand.
The communication heated up,
He slapped the mom.
Beating his mom
Was the beast’s hobby.
The boy witnesses it daily.
He never understood,
Why mom was beaten!
In school he gets punishment,
When he does wrong!
But the innocent mom
Never does anything wrong!
The boy was crying,
Over the entire scene,
Feeling helpless.
Session was over, finally!!
Boy came out,
And he wiped her tears,
Mom gave a hug
And kissed the boy,
She went to prepare the dinner
Boy was perplexed,
Why she was bearing?
Beating a woman was right?
Does his loving mother deserve it?
Hoping to get an answer from someone, someday!
Short Story - Fall of Humans!
Its year 2100, Roads are dusty,
Destructed building and cars seen everywhere,
Plants have grown all over
But there is no sign of human!
Some creatures are here,
Their eyes are wide,They have longer hands with huge nails,
And ears are quite sharp,
They move at a faster pace,
and are feeding on what ever is present.
Including their own species.
What happened to the world and its occupants?
It was 50 years back,
The ERA of Technology,
world had succeeded in all forms,
They invented Robotic Drivers, Robotic Surgeons, Robotic chef,
Robotic Developers, Robotic foreman………
Name the occupations AI was there!
Life had become tough;
It was, competition between man and machine,
People were thrown out of the jobs,
As AI were outsourced.
Huge protests were made against AI,
But greedy companies never took it!
Agriculture, Food, Industrial sector all were affected.
Chaos around the world, No Safety for life,
People killing each other for food!!
Some survived by feeding, on everything,
Where as others perished, But Man realized,
There was no business without human,
Soon business sunk.
The Human race perished not because of virus
But because of greedy technology! they made a wrong choice,
between boons and doom technology.
Destructed building and cars seen everywhere,
Plants have grown all over
But there is no sign of human!
Some creatures are here,
Their eyes are wide,They have longer hands with huge nails,
And ears are quite sharp,
They move at a faster pace,
and are feeding on what ever is present.
Including their own species.
What happened to the world and its occupants?
It was 50 years back,
The ERA of Technology,
world had succeeded in all forms,
They invented Robotic Drivers, Robotic Surgeons, Robotic chef,
Robotic Developers, Robotic foreman………
Name the occupations AI was there!
Life had become tough;
It was, competition between man and machine,
People were thrown out of the jobs,
As AI were outsourced.
Huge protests were made against AI,
But greedy companies never took it!
Agriculture, Food, Industrial sector all were affected.
Chaos around the world, No Safety for life,
People killing each other for food!!
Some survived by feeding, on everything,
Where as others perished, But Man realized,
There was no business without human,
Soon business sunk.
The Human race perished not because of virus
But because of greedy technology! they made a wrong choice,
between boons and doom technology.
Short Poem - Super Hero
can't fly,
can't crush,
can't spin a web,
but can save the earth
with power of attitude!
can't crush,
can't spin a web,
but can save the earth
with power of attitude!
Poem - Girl with teddy bear
She was a girl of 5 years old,
Her mother passed away a year back,
She lived with her granny and father.
The granny was too old,
To look after and play with her,
Most of the times she falls ill,
But the girl was always busy with her teddy!!
She had curly hairs, and twinkling eyes,
And she was an angel,
With a wand of love and affection,
No matter she missed her mom,
She never forgets to smile,
And make others smile, with her naughty acts.
Her father was superhero,
She always misses him.
With her eyes filled with love,
She waits eagerly for him.
The Father, was a firm believer on astrology,
For him astrology decides the fate,
He was not doing well, in recent times,
He lost his wife and lost the way in life.
Out of frustration, he enters the house.
The girl comes running towards him,
Not for toys or chocolates,
Just to share her love with him.
The dad shouts at the girl,
He believed, that she was the reason for his fate,
The little girl didn’t understand a word,
But from his face, she understood, what he meant.
She went and started living in her world.
The world of two people, she and teddy.
A friend who doesn’t complains,
Never talks, but who listens to her, with patience, and
Luckiest person for being loved by her.
Her mother passed away a year back,
She lived with her granny and father.
The granny was too old,
To look after and play with her,
Most of the times she falls ill,
But the girl was always busy with her teddy!!
She had curly hairs, and twinkling eyes,
And she was an angel,
With a wand of love and affection,
No matter she missed her mom,
She never forgets to smile,
And make others smile, with her naughty acts.
Her father was superhero,
She always misses him.
With her eyes filled with love,
She waits eagerly for him.
The Father, was a firm believer on astrology,
For him astrology decides the fate,
He was not doing well, in recent times,
He lost his wife and lost the way in life.
Out of frustration, he enters the house.
The girl comes running towards him,
Not for toys or chocolates,
Just to share her love with him.
The dad shouts at the girl,
He believed, that she was the reason for his fate,
The little girl didn’t understand a word,
But from his face, she understood, what he meant.
She went and started living in her world.
The world of two people, she and teddy.
A friend who doesn’t complains,
Never talks, but who listens to her, with patience, and
Luckiest person for being loved by her.
Poem- Where is Creator ?
alone in heaven creator got bored,
he didn't have any one to talk or any one to play,
there is no use of enjoying and having power by being alone,
here the creator got his thought!!
he created the world, now
he was confused of what to do next with an empty world ?
creator always likes to play the games, he took some pieces of paper
and wrote his qualities, both good and bad.
he slowly folded all the papers and dropped it down,
he took one by one among those,
the first was patience,
he created the trees and gave his quality of patience,
then came the fear, he divided this
quality among life forms,in various proportion.
then came love, then came jealousy.....
he did this, until all the papers have gone.
finally after delivering all the qualities he was not in heaven,
he has moved to the earth, in various forms of life.
he didn't have any one to talk or any one to play,
there is no use of enjoying and having power by being alone,
here the creator got his thought!!
he created the world, now
he was confused of what to do next with an empty world ?
creator always likes to play the games, he took some pieces of paper
and wrote his qualities, both good and bad.
he slowly folded all the papers and dropped it down,
he took one by one among those,
the first was patience,
he created the trees and gave his quality of patience,
then came the fear, he divided this
quality among life forms,in various proportion.
then came love, then came jealousy.....
he did this, until all the papers have gone.
finally after delivering all the qualities he was not in heaven,
he has moved to the earth, in various forms of life.
Poem - The Recession
It’s easy to build me,
I just need some support and seat!!
I enjoy being in outdoors.
Children like me a lot,
I used to hear their voice day and night,
They scream, jump, laugh and play with me.
They sit on me, and push with happiness,
I swing through the air, no matter how much pain I feel,
I have enjoyed those moments.
Time has changed,
I lost my charm! ,
My health is deteriorating,
I no longer attract people,
I don’t possess the skill, called virtual.
I assure you a better enjoyment, without the skill virtual.
Please help me in securing my job
Short Story - The Paratha
It was Friday afternoon,
We got bored of routine food,
So decided to try paratha a wheat dish,
We observed the way, cook was preparing,
He had all the ingredients, in various vessels,
The wheat flour, water, salt, the crushed potatoes with
spices and oil.
He poured the water, on the wheat powder and started making
the batter,
When ever the wheat flour was dry he added more of water and
When water was more he added some wheat flour.
He made small components out of the batter,
Stuffed the potato mixture in the batter,
And made it to thin sheets.
He heated the pan with some oil,
Then he placed the thin paratha on it,
He ensure that it doesn’t gets burnt,
He adjusted the heat and poured the oil,
And rotated the paratha,
And finally we got a tasty paratha.
There is not much difference on relationship (business or
personal) and cooking,
We see peoples of various nature,
Each one having various qualities, but all are required in
life.
How is it possible to make a paratha without the
ingredient's individual qualities?
It is up to us ,To ensure that the relation is good by applying appreciation,
and importance to a person , by applying authority and by sharing good and bad times.
It is about compensating each other qualities!
Immortal
Been in darkness, frigidity and calm world,
Moving to a zone of heat, light and noisy world.
Controller says welcome to world of life!!
Things are different than seen and felt before.
Happy looking creatures touching the companions,
I am submerged in water,
Controller says fear!!
Noise! , says ears,
Oh! It’s from throat!
Why is he making it?
Controller says pain in stomach!
I am submerged in water,
The water dries off,
Once mouth gets the chewing work,
Controller says hunger!!
Days pass by,
Legs and hands are busy,
I see things at faster pace,
Miscommunication between them,
I am submerged in water,
Controller says pain!!
New creatures around me,
No fear!
They lick companions,
Controller says love!!
Days pass by,
Familiar creatures around me,
Controller says parents!
Creatures of varying shape and size,
Similar to familiar creatures,
Controller says friends and relatives!
Similar creatures around me,
What is this place?
Controller says schoo..
Days pass by,
Controller says college, workplace, marriage…..
I am ageing!
Light diminishing,
Companions dying,
Gloom creatures around me,
Controller says death!
Back in darkness,
Quitting the world,
End of life!
Wait!
Back in light?
Happy creatures around me?
Am I alive?
I am submerged in water,
New controller says happiness of seeing the world for first
time!
I am immortal,
I can survive with a new companions!
Spare me, let me live for another generation !
Poem - Fission World
life is full of problems,
at times, we have to face it alone,
to add woes, discouragement from fusion world.
After all mind is a filter,
hack the innocent mind,
with the required persons and desired character
to create a fission world.
Poem - Don't Insult Me!
Let me out of heart, when you really mean me,
accept me, when someone really means me,
don't insult me, when one of this occurs.
- from word sorry
Short Story - Misinterpreted Epic
The mom was narrating the epic of blue god to the child,
Finally she completed the short version of epic,
The child listened patiently to her story and asked which blue god you like :)
Mom Said the first blue god, because the last avataar believes in polygamy!
No woman likes to have polygamy partner!
the child asked, so is it fine ? to doubt wife based on others comment?
The mom became speechless,
The epic has so many characters, each reveals a personality,
It is a way to show how the emotions expressed through various personalities,
We have to become one among those personalities in life, but we choose the personality which we want,
because we have been brought up in this way!
Don't look as a sinner!, we are just a group of people who belive in realities (human Character), and feminism,
and not on any statue
Poem - The Tyre
I pass by various roads,
Some were smooth,
some were rocky and
some were swampy.
i bear the weight, and friction
most of the times,
i get hurted and been operated.
I may reach the destination a bit late,
but my destiny,
depends on the air within me,
not with whom i come in contact.
Short Story - Soul Transition
The boy was depressed, and he quits,
He meets the god, on his way to deciding path,
An offer was given to him, to choose 9 lives for a minute,
during transition, he gets the feel of those souls.
Journey of the soul as follows:
Ant:” hope no one stamps me",
Elephant:” hope no one kills me for my teeth"
Serpent:” hope no one kills for my saliva and skin",
Fish:” hope no one takes me out of the water",
Tree:” hope they won't slaughter me for construction",
Bird:” hope i don't meet any accident",
Flower:” hope no one kills me, and presents my corpse to
others",
Fly:” hope no one kills me with pesticides".
Boy: “Hope no one takes this decision again”
It is better we struggle with what we have,
Than quitting!
Poem - Is she fine?
I inquired her,
By sending message, with my white eyes,
Once my droplets, reaches her,
She replies with aroma.
For past few years, haven’t got her aromatic response
Is every thing fine?
Children! Your mom is 4.54 billion years old,
But she is still young and deserves to be loved,
Protect her!
Poem - Canvas
Born out of fabric,
bearing emotions and colors,
appreciated and criticized by people,
credit goes to the artist!
A child's mind is a canvas
painted by people around them,
some are painted with happiness
and some with pain and sorrow.
Once they grow up,
they have the ability,
to repaint them-selves!
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