Thank You Elf

Someday I want to be Somewhere

As kids or shall I say always we all wanted Santa Claus to visit us on the Christmas Eve and bring us the best gifts. The Elves were almost ready for dispatch just then they found they were short of gifts.

Inspiration

As I have written in one of my comments on my last post that, when you have waited for someone’s comment and word of appreciation on your blog and you get two instead of one…you know god is being kind to you.

55 Fiction # 12 - Conditions Apply

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Haiku # 3 - DELUGE

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Clattering of Roofs

        Gushing drain, Water clogged street

        I am struck in lane

                                           ~ KARAN

India Unites

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It was the winters of 1989 when a young boy of 16 years looking just about 14 was selected for his first international tour and on 15^th November, 1989 the game was gifted one of its best ambassadors and the one who went on to make the colonial game a world class sport followed and adored by billions around the globe.

Best Friend

As a part of the Write Tribe Festival of Words which kickstarts on September 1 and will go on till September 7, I am writing about the 7 relations in my life, without even one of them my life would lose its meaning. These seven people are very dear to me and I hold them very close.

Best Friend  -

We met for the first time when we were kids. Her family had shifted to my town that year and we stayed in the same building on different floors. She also joined my school.

We go along really well. We hit the correct note right from the beginning. At school we were in different division, so it had become our daily ritual to discuss our day with each other sitting on the staircase once we were back from school. We were thick as thieves. From competition, complaints and bitching, small arguments and big fights, there we discussed it all. I remember when at times playing on the terrace I would forget my watch or other belongings, for which I was never worried, because without fail she would always get them back. We played games, jolly and also we made bets, which most of them she would lose. We had this rule that the looser gets ten slaps on the palm with a rider that the last one would be on the cheek. She would always put a brave face while deciding on this rule, but would end cribbing when she would lose and then she would complain to her father and I would get a dressing down.

Mother

As a part of the Write Tribe Festival of Words which kickstarts on September 1 and will go on till September 7, I am writing about the 7 relations in my life, without even one of them my life would lose its meaning. These seven people are very dear to me and I hold them very close.

Mother -

The person of paramount importance for me in this universe. She is the one who is my creator and not the almighty. She is the one who is made me what I am today and what I will ever be. She has risked herself so that I could get the world to see. She is my candle, my light – my begetter, my divine – I call her ‘Maa’.

Sisters

As a part of the Write Tribe Festival of Words which kickstarts on 1^st September and will go on till September 7, I am writing about the 7 relations in my life, without even one of them my life would lose its meaning. These seven people are very dear to me and I hold them very close.

Sisters -

Unfortunately I am not blessed with a real sister, but I am blessed to be born in joint family where I have three. One is my paternal uncle’s daughter and two others are daughters of my two paternal aunts’. One paternal aunt stays in my own town so that way two of my sisters were always around. But it was the Diwali and summer vacations that I always looked forward to when all we siblings used to come together and have a gala time. We had our days planned well in advance. We used to play cards, dumb shears, and many other indoor games and they were no mug with cricket either. But the best time was our night rides. We used to hop on to our bikes and go around the town and visit the river side and take a long trip on the highway. It was sheer fun and the three were actually the musketeers. When together they were a bundle of latent energy about to burst. They would break into impromptu jigs followed by boisterous laughter for the silliest things they spot while on a ride and that would cringe the passerby. A mere burp or fart sounds would trigger them and they would start laughing raucously, which more often than not would land us in trouble with the offended person. They were a crazy bunch and alongwith us the combination would become lethal. We would get stringent pocket money, which was very little and so we never had much to spend, but that was never a problem. We would enjoy a lot within our limitations as each other’s company would compensate for everything else.

Brother

As a part of the Write Tribe Festival of Words which kickstarts on 1^st September and will go on till September 7, I am writing about the 7 relations in my life, without even one of them my life would lose its meaning. These seven people are very dear to me and I hold them very close.

Brother -

He was gifted to me by parents when I was just four. I am sure when he was born I would have been delighted beyond limits and my happiness would have known no boundaries. I don’t remember it all now as I was all but four. He was and is the jewel of the family being not just the youngest kid but the youngest member of our huge joint family. He was loved, pampered and spoiled as kid but has always been well mannered, obedient and dutiful child.

Grand Mother

As a part of the Write Tribe Festival of Words which kickstarts 1^st September and will go on till September 7, I am writing about the 7 relations in my life, without even one of them my life would lose its meaning. These seven people are very dear to me and I hold them very close.

Grand Mother - 

Hi Baa!!!(that’s what we gujjus fondly call our granny) I used to shout everyday when I was back from work. Then we would have our long chats, gossips and cribbing sitting on the terrace. That was our daily ritual.

Father

As a part of the Write Tribe Festival of Words which kickstarts today and will go on till September 7, I am writing about the 7 relations in my life, without even one of them my life would lose its meaning. These seven people are very dear to me and I hold them very close.

Father –

Father is a man in relation to his child or children as defined by the dictionary.

But in literal meaning the person giving meaning to this word is way more than just a male parent. For me he is the one who not only gave me life but also thought me living. From petty issues to the cyclonic challenges life has thrown at me, he has guided me through it all. He has stood by me like a rock. He has rallied all his energies around me and had always made sure I have come out safe. For me he is my only hero and he is my role model. Brought up in humble circumstances, from starving to selling fruits and vegetables at fairs he had done it all. But never once did arrogance enter him even after he made it big all by his own.

Colours of the Season

Colours of the Season

Earth, Water, Sky

Everything has its own colour,

I always wondered why?

Do the seasons have colour?

I decide to give them my.

March, April, May,

The summer was on its way,

nights had turned shorter,

longer was the day,

Mumbai, Delhi or Kullu,

Everywhere there was loon,

So I choose yellow and blue

Nameless Indians

NAMELESS INDIANS

Food, Clothing and Shelter are the three basic necessities of every person. But there are some unprivileged people for whom there is a fourth necessity beyond this, which is more important and most essential for them to get the other three and i.e. Identity.

Breaking News

As Wikipedia defines Breaking news, also known as a special report or news bulletin, is a current issue that broadcasters feel warrants the interruption of scheduled programming and/or current news in order to report its details. Its use is also assigned to the most significant story of the moment or a story that is being covered live.

The three pillars of Democracy in India are Legislature, Executive, Judiciary and the fourth and most important one is the Press/Media.

55 Fiction # 11

My 18^th B’day

Today I turned 18”

Postman was at the door at his usual hour,

There was a letter for me, with anxiety I opened, it read

     “To my dearest son

     collect your new bike keys

     from the address at the back”

                                    -  Paa

             

Looking heavenwards I thank him, for he had it all planned but his demise

           

                                                        KARAN 

55 Fiction # 10 - Freedom

He was so excited; they were meeting after months,

finally she was there, they hugged, greeting & gifts exchanged

he went down on his knees – are u ready? he asked

anxiously looking at her, with bated breath he waited for her to speak,

finally she said - Yes, you are free and he was on cloud nine!!!

                                                                    -KARAN

First Blogger Meet ~ Connected Hum Tum

We have this IBL currently going on blogadda, where I am a part of this wonderful team Westerlies.

Book Review - Tantra

Grand Salute

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55 Fiction # 9 - Super Power

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55 Fiction # 8 - Faceless Fear

Don't Whine

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55 Fiction # 7 - Kumbh Mela – Holy Dip

Hundreds of Thousands had gathered. It comes once in every 12 years. They had all descended from around the world to take the holy dip and get rid of all the sins. Now all left to do was to think where to take a dip to wash all their sins for polluting the Holy Ganga.

My Village Cottage

It had been years,

Since he descended here,

In his home town

everything he could call,

his own there

From the station,

he hopped in the car,

destination was not very far

His cousin at the wheel,

drove him through the town

they set on to the road home

he didn’t want to do it alone

It was a remote village,

when he had left in times old

Now it was no way near,

what it was before

everything villagers owned,

had changed hands

was virtually sold

But, in his area

nothing had moved,

things had changed,

only a little

few falling apart,

rest was nicely aging

As he passed his school,

got lost in memory pool

Those were the days,

he called heaven, when

he was considered a dude, cool !!!

On the next turn

was that old castle

were arguments, in fights

used to turn

but friends ultimately

had their differences burn

Further on the node

was the family owned plot

were his father laid to rest

were the time spent

was always the best

to be there again

he felt truly blessed

From a distance

I could be seen

To see him come

a dream it had been

he entered the courtyard

where he had been wean

Covered in weeds

the gate is rusting,

Old Mahoney was dying,

Wooden fence requires painting,

All of it he has patiently seen

Still I’m full of life,

Not a dull moment, here

there's ever been

My walls have seen it all,

through it, they have stood tall

In my hall,

Opinions differed,

There were fights,

at times, rages soared

things went overboard

in the end,

everything was resolved

with equal vigor,

success and happiness

was rejoiced

nothing has ever been told,

close to my heart, everything I hold

always protected

secured, they felt inside

In days of glory,

& in solitary

I have always beamed

Every room has an untold story

Every wall a buried memory

                                                                           ~KARAN

This post is part of the contest Tell a Tale on WriteUpCafe.com

First Blogger Award

These days I wasn’t getting time to blog, not that I am not scribbling; it’s just that I’m not able to post it all here. And suddenly one day I receive a mail informing me that I have been nominated for an award…my very first in the blogging world…my happiness was sky high…it was a feeling of recognition …it was slowly sinking…and now I am here writing it down abiding by the rules.