Amateur scribbles

On the hem of the sky and clouds, An endearing pearl of sun. Without the evil clutch of eclipses, Abounds with joy and Happiness. On the hem of a peak and snow linings, The magnificent Mystical snow lion . Without the harshness of blizzards, Abounds with joy and happiness. On the hem of pasture and brook, The amazingly beautiful deer. Without the enmity of the hounds, Abounds with joy and Happiness

An  orphanage is not visible on her face to know her inner plight. I was with some of my colleagues chatting over a cup of tea in the shop. It was silent except for few customer at the other end engrossed in their chat as well. Abruptly, I heard a child wail that created a slight commotion outside .  Tempted, craned my neck toward the window and observed what was happening. A small girl was being reprimanded by a woman whom I suppose was her mom. The woman seems to have l ost all her nerves and she was looking fearsome. She smacked the girl two or three times on her back and the girl started to sob. Head drooped low,she wiped her tears with the end of her sleeves.The woman commanded her to go to house at once. Submissively she left the spot. I have seen the kid few times around,sometimes playing with friends and other ocassion playing with the dogs. Although,something about her look did evoke some instinct within me . Perhaps a sense of curiosity or otherwise i being...

I was driving alone from Tphu to Pling . On the way a man carrying backpack hailed at my car for a lift . The weather looks overcasted and brimmed with rain that would explode anytime. I pulled over My car to accommodate him,beside I thought it would be a good past time to have a company for conversation along. Usually I travel atleast with one company,child or elder because it would keep me alert and awake. I have heard lot of horrifying accidents about an exhausted driver or simply falling asleep while driving. I unlocked the door on the back seat and gestured him to hop in. He looked overwhelmed and reliefed. Thus the journey continued. He was a farmer and was also heading to Pling to see his pregnant daughter who has just delivered her baby the other night. He was pretty anxious and excited to hear the news. He was a decent talker and humble in manner. We conversed on so many things. They were from humble background,his daughter worked as a waitress in one of hotel ...

There is a small makeshift hut beside the road on my way to the office. It's structure by standard doesnt even come close to be called as a decent kiosk. It's slightly raised above the ground ,to avoid flooding during heavy rain. The roof is made out of a tin that is used as drum for storing bitumen meant for road blacktopping. It has become rusty and filled with leaks. Every day ,an old woman would come and sit in that hut for an entire day to sell her things. She come very early in the morning and retires to home before the sun set. She would always come with cane basket,Which is just partially filled and would display her sales in the tiny space as close to her lap. There would be few vegetables, fruits,some dairy products and few collections of sweets and supari . I wonder ,does passerby even give her an attention let alone buying her things. Whether or not if there are buyers ,she is always present there in her small hut rain or shine. Often I see her sealing the roo...

The road is fresh and wet with rain, While the car barrels like a bullet train. Out of blue the sky pours down again, On the road trying to hide but in vain. The fields alongside are lush with paddy, Beautiful are those transplanting ladies. Thunders rumble, the sky darkens , I open my parasol , yet i feel shaken. Ahead of me a lady is walking quick, Bare under the rain she look wet and slick. Hairs long and the jeans tight, sandals red, Ratatat of those sandals , slip into my head. I wish she turn her back , so I see her face, Atleast I hasten my steps ,so catch her apace. From under my blue colored umbrella, She looks troubled like a poor drenched Cinderella. A Car comes pass me and pull over near her, I watch as she hop- in to vanish like thin air. Over the bent on the road afar, He gets away with a Cinderella in his car.

Over the years it has become increasingly difficult to get a decent job despite qualification.  Unemployment rate is shooting up and it will seemingly continue. The simplest logic is that our country is small and the population is ever magnifying. So we cannot simply go on blaming gov for the lack of jobs, instead it's time we look for greener pastures elsewhere , not necessarily in the gov or private service's. Farming in today's world is way stigmatised, and more of younger generation displaying indifferent attitude towards it. That said, there are people with qualified background, renouncing even  their job and taking up such venture .There are people willing to push against the odds and accomplish big dreams. It would be unfair to say  that gov jobs simply warrant our survival . There thriving and prospering in gov service is bleak. In fact to get the facts straight there are  civil servants who struggle even  to make their ends meet.  High rent, li...

It  was at decehnphu. I had never even dreamt that the day would have such a tremendous impact on my life. The single incident just; turned the tide which was restrained within me . Let me not bit around the bush,  point is I had a cross. I crossed with my intimate a highschool friend. That was just a coincidence but listen Its something more than just a cross. The friend of mine got some company, two girls.; It was that moment which knitted a new episode in my life story. By nature I am not a quick person but listen I got her number quicker than I anticipated. Again it is nothing surprising because you know I have; put my friend into use. Well,what is the use of having the contact, when I lacked the stomach to call. Few days I scrolled her contact and did not diall ,very effortless. I typed her number and then erased it altogether, I did that many times. Atlast , I besought the help of my friend again. It eased my situation. He has done the introduction, rest was my job. T...

Title - Radio -Shangrila, what i learned in the happiest kingdom on the earth. Author - Lisa Napoli Review- it is a non-fiction book , recounting the experience and her memories while as a Radio- journalist in tiny kingdom of Bhutan. She herself was a radio- journalist in USA.She had a trouble with her life in states and feeling of complete dissatisfaction with her profession and in fact with herself. Dissatisfaction stashed to unhappiness and her desperation to pursue something new to renew her life and emotions. One-day a stranger came and opened her eyes. He introduced to her about Bhutan the country which she otherwise was hardly aware off.  The short meeting fascinated her and she become tempted to visit Bhutan. After completing all the procedures , she leaves for Bhutan where she would work as a radio journalist.She describes how everything from nature to architecture, the hospitality and the never failing smile of the Bhutanese people touched her heart from the day one...

The leg is devoid of eye, The flower is devoid of speech. Beautiful on the tree once, Fallen and in despair now. Over her fading petals, Trods a gleeful boot. Onto the  road flat, Lifeless her soul is crushed. Beneath the monsoon shower, Red as blood the road is stained.

The campus look clean, wet from last nights shower. The road looks fresh, amidst the stretch of trees. In a dazzling hue, The trees are blossomed. The veggies beside the road, Are ripe and near to harvest. The litchis in the orchard, red as beetroot in backyard. Here is the harvest time,  they are so ripe and prime. Pluck few and peel few, Sun is hot and my caps askew.  Onto the ladder we climb, Its spring and harvest time.  Mangoes are getting yellower, Compared to litchi its slower. The big fat chinwan, the red skined irwin. In few days or sooner, They will ready for my dinner .

I was travelling in a city bus. It was cramped with passengers but I was lucky enough to have got a seat. Sitting next to me was an elderly man dressed up shabbily. His hair was partly grey and his teeth were rusty -stained indicating his addiction to doma and tobacco. He blew his nose quite often and coughed a lot.  I assume he made everyone in the bus quite uneasy. Few school goers even whispered lewd remarks in English amongst themselves. However, his presence did not bother me at all. In fact I broke the ice and tried to start conversation with him. I asked about his whereabouts, his health and I even advised him some home remedies to curb his cough. He was glad to get into talk with me and our conversation ensued for the rest of the journey. From the starting of the journey there was a minor ruckus in the bus and passengers complaining about a foul smell inside the bus. Even I did smell the reek which was somewhat like that of a stool.  Later as the bus moved the sm...

Hiding amongst the grasses, concealed in camouflage. its leaves green and minute, its stem hidden beneath the weeds. Amongst the grasses lush, She do not want to get touched. Even a slight brush of touch, She close her leaves to hide. She is soft and she is shy, she is elegant and she is adorable. When she says touch me not,  she means what she said. Amongst the lushes, she wants us to leave her alone. Beauty in her eyes, Strength in her body. Hidden beneath her beauty, A lethal thorns for defense. When she says touch me not,  she means what she says.

Since childhood days i loved working with plants. During weekends, i would help my dad in potting of flowers, transplanting , manuring etc. Watering was part of my daily chores. My dad  is also a genuine plant lover. He would bring lots of flowers from different places and together we would plant those in empty oil cans and boxes. Those days  flower pots were not that common. My dads enthusiasm with flowers passed down in me almost naturally. Especially i would be fascinated to see different types of flowers, with dazzling petals and leaves. Some times we would go to the border town jaigon to buy flowers and fruits. The border town would always have so many flowers to keep me dazed all the while. There would be yellow roses,white bougainvilleas, short fruits plants with voracious fruits which i did not know it was bonsai that time.  I was really fascinated one day , when my dad brought a small potted orange with lots or fruits on it. That was in fact first inception o...

My days this days remind me of those beautiful anecdotes by ruskin bond elsewhere in shimla. The weather is very erratic like itself. It's a sunny morning and wet afternoon or vice versa . Sometime the rains are light and pleasant whereas sometime it's wreaks havoc as if whole the hell broke loose. Rain or shine I see those life going undistracted. Those cows tethered on the arecanut trunk, munching lushes under the bursting sky. In the nearby sty in the village, the pigs are silent and asleep. The chickens in the coop too. The roads are weted afresh. Countless cars ply with wippers in full swing. From the school in the vicinity, kids are outbound for home. Little girls playfully walking the roads, tossing their umbrella and  barely caring to protect themselves from the rain.Now and then they dip their legs in the puddles formed by the rain. Little do they know that their parents are worried about them. I assume they will have to face the wrath after reaching home. Th...

First a hazy blanket of clouds, Swirl and twirl as it spreads. Sparks slice the sky, Those flashes so nigh. Sound of the thunder, Resonates high amongst the beans yonder. Leaves of the slender nuts, Twerk in a frightful delight. THe rain drops heavy, Big as size of marbles. Pouring on the roof, Like a stampede of hooves. From amidst the lushes, Workers outbound and rushes. Against the wall of gate, Beneath cover of any. Try and squeeze to hide , While the storm still glide.

First a hazy blanket of clouds, Swirl and twirl as it spreads. Sparks slice the sky, Those flashes so nigh. Sound of the thunder, Resonates high amonst the beans yonder. Leaves of the slender arecanut, Twerk in a frightful delight. THe rain drops heavy, Big as size of marbles. Pouring on the roof, Like a stampede of hooves. From amidst the lushes, Workers outbound and rushes. Against the wall of gate, Beneath any under cover. Try and squeeze to hide , While the storm still glide.

Rain in the summer, Wet the corns afresh. Amidst the lushes corn, Stretches a trodden path. In the centre of the farm, With beans and veggies around. My house like a castle, Amidst the clouds of lushes. Sparks and thunder afar, Out of blue the rain drops heavy. Onto the roof of my house, Like a tramp of hooves, Thousand horse are galloped. Fans are  circling on the ceiling, Lizards crawling on  the walls. Inside the blanket here, I am awaken thinking deep.

Sometime I feel what I do in the office is all part of a obligatory service am doing because of my profession. Having said that , I do it anyway with zealous mind and enthusiasm because these contribution are aftetall part of a nation building. I dont just don't confine My activity in the office but bring the ideas with me to my home. Home is the ideal place to find some solace by doing the job that fascinates oneself. I need to some shed light on my room before I describe about my work . Am staying alone in a very spacious flat. I occupy only one room and rest two bedrooms are absolutely empty. The room have large window allowing adequate lights to get in. Therefore, I have leveraged this faculties and created a tiny indoor garden to grow my delightful plants. I have deliberately kept the windows without curtain. My plan is to grow whatever I can in this room and recreate a miniature garden. There are flowers, watermelons,cucumber and would multiply the list as and wh...