Poems for KHUSHI

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction – Newton’s third law of motion which not only applies to things but humans as well. I truly believe that what we give comes back to us in one form or the other. Our actions do have an impact on others as well as us and that’s why we need to choose to act with a clear mind and conscience. And when we fail to do so, when we act in haste we might not be prepared for the consequences that would follow our act. I can say that because I too wasn’t prepared to face the consequences of my action last night. I am scared of invertebrates. No particular reason for that, they have never caused me any harm but the sight of them makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck. My mom is very fond of plants. She has grown a small garden on our balcony with different kinds of flowers and vegetables. As she is away for a few days she has put her trust in me to take care of her plants with complete devotion and I am trying my level best to do so. Last e...

I am so proud that I grow up in the 90s. Not only I am super proud of this golden era of Indian music but also of the schools that I came across – from a then very popular convent school to a Municipal corporation school to a Zilla Parishad school in a village. Time changed everything, but I wished it shouldn’t have changed the meaning of schools.     Then I hated my school for being too strict. Even a minute late, and the gate of our convent school would close. The parents who brought their little ones would go back disappointed with a self-promise of getting up early the next day and making it up. We - the kids - would literally have a race on the pavement with those seven to eight kilos of school bags on our backs to reach the school on time.     Whether it was Alex sir of the convent school or Jadhav sir of the Zilla Parishad school, they both believed in discipline. I don't remember I ever had a filmy haircut, my shirts tucked out, my upper button open...

  Farewells amuse me. You must be thinking this is such an absurd statement to make, and you might be right. But, let me tell you why I find it amusing or let me use a more socially accepted term for this topic… hmmm…. How about ‘overwhelm’? Sounds more digestive…Right? So, let me rephrase my first sentence. Farewells overwhelm me and let me tell you why. What overwhelms me is the fact that all of a sudden there’s nothing else but only positive and good words to utter, that too with great sincerity. In the years of togetherness whether as family or friends or colleagues people have no time to notice those qualities, let alone appreciate them. Always too busy to ponder upon how that person has wronged us and we take no time in criticizing the same. But as soon as it’s time for farewell we suddenly get the wisdom to appreciate the qualities that we never noticed earlier or if noticed, never took efforts to mention it to him on his face. ‘I will miss you’, ‘Keep in touch’, ‘Take care’...

 12th September 2020 When we read a story, we enter a new world; a world which sometimes seems very much similar to ours and sometimes just like a dream. And as we progress through the pages we unknowingly become a part of this fascinating world. A sense of belongingness starts to creep through our bones and captures our minds and hearts like a traitor. A few days back, wearing my invisibility cloak, I entered the world of March Family or it would be more appropriate to say March sisters- Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy. I was immediately drawn towards these sisters as each was similar to the other yet was different in her own way. Meg’s simplicity and dreams took me back to my 17 years old self when I too had my perfect ‘castle in the air’ in my head. Jo’s ferocity and determination reminded me of the times when I was too adamant to not give up on my dreams easily. Thirteen years old Beth’s humility and gratitude reminded me that there is a sense of pleasure in doing things for others,...

  5 th June, 2006   I started my career as a Pre-Primary teacher in one of the reputed schools of Nagpur. At 21, I had just finished my Post Graduation in Human Development and was full of energy and confidence to start my new life in the field of Education. I still remember that day in the month of May, 2006 when I received the call from the school, congratulating me for being appointed as a Nursery (age 3-4) teacher. I was on the top of the moon and was ready to implement everything that I have learned during my Post graduation practical sessions with kids.  I was the youngest teacher in the school and was welcomed by everyone with open arms. The Principal of the school was not only a knowledgeable lady but also very humble. She always welcomed new ideas and encouraged us to think out of the box during the training sessions. We started working almost a month before the students would join for the new academic year. Charts, lesson plans, flash cards, manipulative, books...

Such a cliché title, you might be thinking and my blog must have already been judged by you. But I’m guessing the question mark must have intrigued your curiosity. To be honest I was looking forward to this long weekend to write about a few things which were there on my mind from a long time and this topic was not at all in the list. But today when I sat to hit the keys on my laptop I realized it’s ‘Friendship Day’ eve and suddenly there was a hurricane of thoughts in my mind struggling to burst. I have met many people in my life, some have no parents, some no siblings, some have no aunts-uncles and some no relatives but I have not met a single person till date without a friend. Even the most narcissist person like Dr. House has the  most  humble friend like Wilson. So what makes this relationship so incomparable and pure? I think a simple fact that we get to choose it. In childhood being someone’s friend or having a friend was a big deal. You wouldn’t call anyone your f...