Monday, December 28, 2015

Not everything change


Holding your hand
Carrying a bag heavy with your stuff
Taking to doctors
Waiting for hours
Is as adoring as
Taking you for a fine dinner, my friend!


Each new stage of life
New role played
Yet same old feelings!
Same, always!

What change is on periphery
Centre remains unaffected.   

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Madness again




A bloody day again
How long will this madness go on?
How foolish it is of them
To think that mindless killings will change
Nature of human on earth.
Can it kill
Kindness
Innocence                                           Love
And mercy in people?
                                                             

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And 
how long will world avoid looking where problem is?

Let world unite to say

“An individual’s connection with God (call Him by any name)
Is his private matter
It is up to him how he finds and maintains his connection
No state can have religion
No school can have religion
No place of prayer/meditation can have religion
No funding for religion”

For purpose of religions is lost
Politics of it remains

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Sunday, September 6, 2015

Living


Living

A candle
Spreads light
So others may see...

And when
Its time is over
It stops being

No demands
No expectations
No traces

Just passing through....
Some call it burning

I say it is living

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Thursday, July 2, 2015

A Leaf



A leaf falls.

Was it blown away by wind?
Or was tired of the tree?
Or tired of holding on?
Or was tree tired of it?
Or was wind and earth more alluring?

Does it matter?

A leaf falls.
A moment passed.
New leaf will fill the space

 A heart felt pain
 A moment passed
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Written for " A Prompt each Day"
Prompt : LEAF

Monday, June 22, 2015

Long Shadows & Rays of Hopes


"Long shadows and Rays of hopes"


Shadows long though
Cannot stop rays
Making them evident
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My landscape on canvas with Acrylics.
Size: 60 x 40 cm.
Subject: Morning in tropical jungle

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Real Hero, Ravindra Patil.


Real Hero
Ravindra Patil




Once a young boy from Satara
Well built, joins police force
And gets trained as a commando,

Found good to be posted to guard a high profile film star.

Fulfilling his role as a commando,
as a police man,
as a good citizen
Rushed to police station on that dreadful night of Sept 28, 2002
When car of the star he was escorting
Ran over some people sleeping on a footpath,
He told what he witnessed,
Filed an FIR
Stood on his ground
A good commando he was



Department he worked in found him liability
Friends deserted,
Media ignored
Was brought to street
Reduced to a skeleton weighing about 30 kg



He died on Dec’23 2007

Salute to him.


A good commando he was.

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Note : Star was tried in court of law and found guilty. He was sentenced five years of imprisonment. Judgment was announced yesterday 06.May 2015. Trial lasted for thirteen years.

Mumbai India.


Friday, March 6, 2015

Color of LOVE



Blues of past
Violate Pink of heart
Colors of life



Festival of colors, HOLI
A chance to
To shade blues


Sprinkle and brush
Pink all over
In and out

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Sunday, December 28, 2014

Kinley 2014 TVC



Dil Ki Baat

 Telling the truth is easy. If to clean your room is easy, to keep your desk/table clean is easy, to keep your mobile contact list and your computer desktop neat is easy. It is a habit. To do otherwise will make you feel uneasy, feeling of dirty within.

 It was one such feeling I was harbouring since few days. It was a feeling of being dirty within. I knew I need to clean it. Will confession do? I am not a Christian but I can do it in front of my Krishna deity. And I tried it. Oh, I found him laughing at me. “You can fool others; you may even fool yourself, but me? Forget it”

I knew It will have to be true cleaning to get rid of this feeling of dirty within. Telling truth is not just telling it to anybody, anywhere. It is telling one to whom it matters. And in a way that adds to love and not hurt. If it hurts, it is not truth. For truth never hurt. So when I finally let it out, it was with tears freely flowing down from my eyes. It was melting of my ego.

 Why did I not tell him that I was going without him to Mansarovar yatra? I thought he was not fit enough and will not be able to go through rigorous and demanding tour schedule. He may not be able to withstand cold and thin air with less oxygen at height. I thought he may not be able to walk on mountain track. I thought it will take away lots of my time to be with him, taking care of him and being with him, trailing behind others and will miss most of thrill and fun of the tour. But I could not tell him this.

 We had often thought and planned together, to go to Mansarovar yatra. We planned it every year since last many years. But for one reason or other could not make it. Years passed. Time took its toll. My friend developed knee pain and it got worse. He is now not able to walk fast and climb up the track as he used to. Though we walk daily in the garden and share all that two close friends will, I did not have heart to tell him that I will go for Mansarovar yatra without him. I felt it will hurt him. I felt he will think I consider him a liability or he may ask me to postpone it till he gets better.

 Fact is I was too weak to tell him that he was not fit in a way that doesn't hurt him so I avoided telling him altogether. Now having booked myself for the tour I cannot bear thought as to what will my friend feel?

 When I began telling him that booking for Mansarovar yatra has started for this year and I plan to go, he put his hand on mine and asked me that I must book it only for myself and he will not come as he was not fit. With tears rolling down I told him I had already booked one seat for myself. I was coward not to tell him that he was not fit. I am sorry. He hugged me, tears rolling down his cheeks also.

 His words “Truth dil ki baat hai, dimaag ki nahi” will always be guiding me when I am reluctant to say truth that may hurt.



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Friday, December 19, 2014

How foolish!


It was a bloody day
For all who care for life
For what represents freshness of life more than children?

For children
Life is not past but
Sea of possibilities
And that is what scares some
Who want to live in past

They tried to tarnish canvas
That permits any drawing
Any color
Any shape
Any thought
With color of blood of some children,
But canvas is too vast
As big as sky!


How foolish!
To think that
Few drops of blood in sea
Will change its nature!

Those who dare to swim against current
Are bound to get drawn in sea of time
For no force can stop
An idea whose time has come

Time has come for a new world order
That says your faith is private and individual subject
Your individual link with God is no business of anybody else
And so it is for your neighbors
And fellow citizens and all on this planet
Respect this fact
No force can work here
Only love can
Respect this order

Respect time
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Written to say thank you to those school children of Peshawar who were brutally murdered in an act of cowardice. They will be remembered as ones who helped to change course of this world.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Vacation with children.


I will recommend a natural and spacious place for vacation when with family.

I used to love to take my children to sea beaches and hillsides in my younger days. Art galleries (yes, art galleries! Do not expect them to discuss art, but they do understand it in their own way!) are lovely spots where children often enjoy more than adults! And of course gardens are their favorite.

My most favorite places are sea beaches.

Sand is a medium that children and adults love to play with and create different world out of it! Sand castles and mountains and what not! Writing names and drawing faces and smiley is fun that comes natural to all – children, parents and grandparent! Creativity gets free flow here. 

Collecting seashells and arranging them later in room is an experience even my fourteen month old grandchild remembers and cherish! He often takes out collected seashells, which are now stored in a used plastic box and shows us. If he could speak, he will say – let’s go there! Let’s build sand castles and watch sun setting. I want to listen to birds chirping and breeze whistling! 

 As a grandparent I know that building sand castles with my grand child was more than play and fun. It was as if I wanted to tell him all in short time. All that I did as a child and all that I want him to know – how, when, where, why.....!
Let me produce a picture with few lines inserted in it. It tells what I want to say explicitly. 



A dip in water with grandchild and his parents around is I think as holy as any holy dip in religious places. It is remembered long after vacation. One just needs to be careful if children are too young. An adult must always be there with them.

Sea beaches usually have notice suggesting where water are dangerous. Avoid such places. In any case, inquire with local people and hotel staff, if it is safe to enter water there. Even swimming pools are great. Please remember to carry your swimming costumes and that of children as well.  Children love water. If they are too young and do not know swimming, please give them some time to get used to water. Please do not expect them to get going from the very first moment you put them in water. If they do, it is fine. If they do not, they will; after some time. Once they get going, you will find it difficult to make them come out. They will want to go on and on and on....

Please be careful about food that you eat at sea beaches. I will recommend coconut water and packed chips. Please avoid Chats like Bhel and Panipuri. I know it is tempting, but it is not worth enough to spoil your vacation. You may try Bhutta (corn cob) freshly roasted in front of you.

Some pictures under tell all.

Just let go when on vacation. Your children want to see you that way. 

It is a gift they are waiting for!










Just relax and play wherever you are and rest will be taken care by nature!

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