Sunday, June 2, 2013
Friday, April 12, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Grand Salute
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Thursday, March 14, 2013
Friday, March 8, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Don't Whine
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Monday, February 25, 2013
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.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
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
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Thursday, February 7, 2013
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.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Celebration
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It was Diwali and we had assembled at our farm house for the
Annual Family Get-together. Ours was a very big family. My father had four
brothers and two sisters. My dad was the eldest of all. Each one had two children's and we were all a power pack bunch.
This was big fat party and everyone was having a gala of a time.
The uncles were having their drinks and game of billiards. The aunties were on
a high with their society and kitty party gossips. We cousins were having our
share of fun. The smaller kids were on the dance floor while some lazy ones of us had
resigned to the couch.
There was static silence as my dad was wheel chaired inside the
house. None of them could believe their eyes. The big man of the family was
down to this. He was a father figure to everyone present there. It was only now
that everyone was informed that he was diagnosed with Cancer a few months back
and currently undergoing chemo cycles.
The sense of oneness, the fact that we all were connected through
blood was very evident. Each one felt his pain as though we were experiencing it
ourself.
My heart wrenched seeing him like this. We had always seen him
as one of the most joyful, spirited and always on the go, and fun loving
person. One who always was shoulder to shoulder with all the kids in all the mischief’s
and pranks. He always defied his age. Our family patriarch was losing his
shine. Was this going to be his last Diwali with us, my heart questioned
with moist eyes. I was startled at this thought. Will the Celebrations ever
be same again without him being around. I was fumbling and lost for words and
it was the mood around.
He being our mentor and guiding light all through our lives
could sense it well. He called all of us to the hall. He raised a toast to all
of us and got up braving the pain and difficulty. He then went on to say
something which completely changed our outlook towards life:
I see all of you are sad and have grown sympathetic towards me.
This is not what I warrant and have never felt so helpless ever before. I have lived
my life on my terms and never surrendered to any the challenges life has thrown
to me, I have taken them on the
chin always and will continue to do so.
“Some of us will
get cancer,
the coronary
disease will hit some,
Sudden accidents
will happen,
also the deadly
disease will come.
Some may fall to
an epidemic,
few may be
victim of error,
Some may still
survive,
try and revive.
We may grudge,
but it is a
fact,
We cannot nudge.
It will keep
dripping,
boundaries of
our lives,
telling us how
unsure,
everything is.
Eventually it
will get,
to each one of
us
Its only
certain,
why then it,
still haunts us.”
I don’t need an Occasion
I celebrate life,
Life to me is a journey,
Where I am on Bon Voyage
Where everyday is a Celebration!!!
KARAN
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