Once mighty river

The water had to flow
Where man wanted
Exactly how he wanted
Having lost its freedom
It lies like an animal
A wounded one
In the corner of the den!
Oh! Will it lie forever?
Can it be contained,
In a smaller space
Of cement and mortar
The once mighty river?
It will rise again
Just like the sun at dawn
At an unknown time
In an unannounced day
Maybe on a casual date,
It will throw its mighty waves!
And send crashing
The carefully built houses,
And carry away everything
That stands in its once boundary.
What will man do then?
Issue a flood warning??

The Insanity of a bus travel

A lot can happen over a journey.
27H en route Pattabiram
Via Avadi
My sincere gratitude to Abi who accompany me everyday through the tedious journey.

          (To begin with, I would like you to know that my sole companion in the journey was absent that day.)

          To be born in a highly populated country can get extremely complicated at times. As the sun shone brightly at 3pm I was standing at the gates of my office. Even the roads seemed to glitter and sparkle in the hot sun of October. Well, monsoon failure once again! Now, I had to walk in the scorching sun for more than half an hour through the ''no bus'' streets of Bluestar (I would say Sun-star would have been a better name). At present, my mind wandered in the etymology of the name ''Bluestar''. How come, it is always Bluestar? And never a green-star or a red-star or a yellow-star? I recalled vaguely the number of shops I have seen till date with the same name.
          By this time, I reached the ''nuts n' spices'' store with the sole thought that I can stay in the air-conditioned shop for a few minutes before waiting for my bus. With the illusion of the unseen air-condition I walked as if I was walking on the Red carpet of the Rashtra Pathi Bhavan. It seemed like I was seeing mirages of the closed shop. Oh no! Now what would I do?
          As if some Angel himself came and showed me, I saw with delight the ATM machine nearby. Praying that no one should come, I went inside and pretended as if I was withdrawing some money(I didn't want the watchman to find it), thankfully he was completely drowned in his midday nap. After breathing in some cold air, my mind began to work better. Now, I began to think of the pros and cons of bringing an umbrella to the class.
         By the time I reached the bus stop, a Avadi bus moved past me like the unpredictable Angel at Bethesda. The over crowded bus stop, made me feel dizzy. All the arts college students were streaming at the stop. Now, I have to stand once again as if walking in the hot sun for the past half an hour was not enough!
         After 10 minutes came another Avadi bus which was already crowded and was made more crowded by the college girls. I decided not to get into the bus. A seat became empty in the bus stop. I rushed to sit on it, as if it was the golden crown that was about to disappear very soon.
         I decided now to let go of the upcoming three Avadi.
That was theory 1
    Never get into the first three buses. Let the college girls go, and wait for the bus stop to become empty.
         So, I let the first bus go. The next bus was the Pattabiram bus. Now, let me give an introduction about the bus. The thing was, if I get into the Pattabiram bus, I can get down at the beginning of my street, but the arrival of that bus coinciding the time in which I come occurred only once in a bluemoon. Now, it was the bluemoon day. If I get into the bus, the advantage was that, I needn't pay Rs.5 to the ''share-auto wallah'' to take me home.
Theory 2
  Never get into a Pattabiram bus. As it usually contains long distance passengers who don't get down more frequently thus resulting in the ''standing journey''
          But the idea of not having to get down at Avadi and search for an auto made me fill the ecstatic desire to get into the bus.
Theory 3
  Always stand in the front as people usually don't stand there and the competition for the seat is lessened.
          So, I got into the bus and pushed and squeezed my way to the front. I passed on the money for the ticket with the happy thought that I had saved a 5rupee.
Theory 4
   Have a watchful eye on the passengers so that the seat is not occupied by other ''standing passengers''.
          Everyone standing on the bus looked at me as a competitor in the arena of ''who will sit?'' The 2 hours journey began.
Theory 5
   Make a boundary and see that the boundary covers atleast 5 seats with 10 passengers in total.
          Now as per as the theory, I covered 5 seats, in which 6 persons were sleeping.
Theory 6
    Never count the sleepy heads. They all go long distance.
          Now I was left with 4 passengers. One was busy with the mobile, and another one was looking out of the window.
Theory 7
    The position of the person looking out of the window speaks a lot. If they look anxiously, then they are going to get down. If they are too relaxed, then they'll get down only later.
Theory 8
     The ones busy with the mobile will get down only when they pack their mobiles into their purses or pant pockets.
           Only two were left. One was about forty years old, barefooted, with a simple cloth bag. The plus point was that he was sitting at the edge of the seat. Hurray! He is going to get down soon. And the other was constantly checking his bag and the way and the door. He looked like a government employee. The journey was a two hour journey. I had to stand for about 1hr 50minutes. None moved. My legs were paining so badly. Just 10minutes before my stop, almost 4 of them got down. Now I was feeling the unfilled void which swallowed the infinite happiness and emitted incessantly the sorrow of standing so long. By that time, my stop came. As I got down, I formulated the last two theories.
Theory 9
     Never depend on the ''rural looking fellows''. They are new to Chennai so they sit at the edge anxiously.
Theory 10
    The government employee was (It is my belief, which may or may not be true) carrying something precious and was afraid that someone may steal it.
               As soon as I got down, I felt extremely hungry and I ended up buying a big bar of chocolate!
               Traveling in a busy bus on a sunny day can induce many queer thoughts for sure!

Monsoon failure

The North east monsoon failed again!
Three years in a row it failed
Nobody seemed to care for the rains.
The entire town was geared up,
For the festive season of rain.
The celebrations began without rain;
The skies rained out crackers,
Accompanied by the deafening sound!
Everyone was busy cause it was festival.
Lamps were lit in the place of lightning
Drums sounded in the stead of thunder;
It was the festival season of the city!
But lo! The poor farmer sat at the corner
With his head hung low and empty.
He had waited for monsoon for months.
The sky had turned into a plate of brass,
And the fertile land became barren.
Meteorologists spoke about el Nino,
Something the illiterate never knew of!
Three years in a row, debts mounted up.
The unknown enemy of fear gripped him,
The next day, lenders would come!
The lender promised his daughter
A golden yellow retriever doe eyed!
With the very money of the farmer.
The daughter slept with doggy dreams.
The few hundreds would have never mattered,
But the lender was tightfisted;
The farmer could not sleep in his roofless hut,
The lender snored on his golden rupee notes.
The next morning, the lender's daughter
Refused to eat without the retriever;
The orphaned farmer's son cried bitterly
Over the lifeless body of his father!

A nation in wilderness

Behold, a nation in wilderness
A nation without a territory
A nation without a king
Still they move forward
Unaware of the destination
Neither of the direction
At a steady and fact pace
Still they move forward

Without sow or harvest
Food rains from above
The water flows in desert
Gushing from the stony rocks
The mighty cloud leads them
Fire protects them all night
Oh! Who are they?
These mighty people in desert?

They are the Lord's people
Their king the Lord God.

In the border

           Rahul wondered as he got into the military jeep, why did he join the Indian army. He was never patriotic. All that he wanted was to earn heavy and enjoy life. Even if it meant less salary, he wanted to enjoy life.
            Life never proceeds as expected. Life is just another game of gambling where luck just throws itself to someone. Rahul was very sure that luck never knew who or where Rahul was. But misery for sure knew him. It followed him wherever he went like a loyal dog following its master.
            Right from school days, he was always considered as a bad omen by his parents. He was bullied by his classmates, hated by his friends, failed by his teachers. Nobody cared if he came to class. The goddess of knowledge also forsook him. Girls in his class never knew if there was such a boy in class.
            College appeared to be the worst of everything. Inspite of his sincerity, he was always unappreciated and underestimated. People never cared for him. He always felt like a torn paper by the roadside, kicked by everyone, flown in all directions, placed amongst the dirt and dust. The irony was that, not even the dust or the dirt cared to even speak with him.
             He had to as a result, live in his own world of imagination. May it be Madonna or Elvis Presley, all were his friends, his imaginary friends. He was often spotted and pitied upon for talking to himself. Maybe if he had known the art of writing, or even a better writing, he would have won the Booker! Anyway, he was his own center of attraction surrounded by hundreds of friends and thousands of imaginary friends.
             Unfortunately or fortunately, his father died and that was the beginning of a new chapter in his life. He had to drop out of college due to lack of financial assistance. He had to roam in the streets to earn a day's wages. It was then he learnt what life was. He learnt the power of patience. The art of smiling even in the midst of poverty. To lend a strong shoulder to the needy. Above all, he studied that misery never leaves a man alone. The humane values with which man ought to live.
             With all these superior thoughts, he might have become a great thinker like Hegel. But unseen walls bounded him. He
worked hard whether it was to bend the rods or to break the stones.
             At last, the genie (that was what he thought of the general) arrived in his dieseled magic carpet. It was not an open door for him, but for his poverty striken family. He was hired to fight against the bad villains and guard the princess(the country, of course!) He was provided a magical wand the killed whoever he wanted.
            But wait! He did not want that. He wanted money! Real money! Well, they promised him that too including a life term pension.
            The first day of job is always said to be the most worst day of work(unless you have an art studio!) His turned out to be the living hell. He was deprived of all his fundamental rights to sleep, eat, drink and lifestyle. He was just another one in a million serving the country. Just another fellow soldier who worth of life didn't not cost even one-hundredth of his general's life.
            The military made him to hate life. All the workouts, the severe and rigorous training made him more like a automated machine. The entire lot of soldiers were like people with a brain, like machines without power.
            The growl of the general brought him back to the earth. He wondered about him. A man of late forties, whose face showed the stubborn wrinkles that reflected his inner soul. Time and surrounding had changed the once good man. Military sucked out even the last drop of compassion from his heart. Rahul wondered if he had any family. Maybe his family was brutally murdered he thought. Rahul would have been much happier if he had no family. But the bitter truth was, he had one and he had to support it.
            The general shouted and blabbered something about a bomb blast in Kashmir. Rahul never cared. According to him, it was just another blast. Indulged once again in self-pity, Rahul got into the truck. All he could think at present was of the letter his mother sent him the day before. It said that Rahul's orphan cousin was ready to marry him. (It is common in India to marry cousins). Rahul thought of various reasons that he could tell to put off the marriage with the ''ugly'' cousin. As his thought proceeded, so did the truck.
            The truck stopped at last. It seemed to Rahul that he had landed in the world war 2. The Kashmir, the target of both natural and manmade disasters. Be it landslide or cloudburst or terrorist bombing, it was an area of major target. The recent floods had destroyed almost the entire city of Al Kilfhiri. The houses were roofless and almost all the walls were missing, the roads were as if a giant walked over it. People were begging for food. Parents lost their children, and children their parents. Tears rolled unconsciously. It was as if somebody broke a dam over an anthill.
           Their job was now to rescue the people caught in debris. As work proceeded, Rahul found a small child caught in the debris. It was in an unconscious state. He rushed it to his general, who in turn took it to the paramedics. With great effort, the paramedics brought back its conciousness. Upon further excavation, he found the corpses of its parents. After days of enquiry, they could not find anyone related to the baby.
         Rahul after thinking for days, came forward to father the child. No TV channel was going to document it, nor is he going get a Nobel prize, but for sure disapprovalfrom his family and his ugly bride to be. In spite of all these Rahul took the child and lifted it in his arms and whispered ''my daughter''.

At the cross

The love at the cross,
That made the sinner
Turn back with tears;
In spite of the nails
That pierced through,
Love pierced his heart.
Hanging on the cross
The thieving sinner cried
In spite of the pain,
''Lord, remember me!''

Did you know?

It's almost night when I remembered it is ''Facts Monday''

Facts!!

Facts of the week!!

Thrift frock

             Leema was the third child of her family. Her poverty striken family. Her father's sole income was not sufficient to support the entire family. A major part of his daily wages went for the medical treatment of her mother. Besides, her grandparents also lodged along with them, increasing the family's burden.
            Leema who was just ten years old, hated the very walls of her house. Her extremely naughty brothers, who never cared for the welfare of their family. Her elder brothers were Ronald and Royal. Ronald who was fifteen years old was the eldest. Royal was two years younger to him. Leema always hated her brothers for their carefree lives. They never cared even if they had nothing to eat.
           Ronald was a well known popular guy with a large group of friends and fans. He was well known for his great athletic feats. Royal on the other hand was a handsome young man who always dressed with the best that he had. Unless and until you have sufficient amount of money, Christmas is just another day of the year.
           Her father Mr. Leonardo always believed that nothing was special or grand in this wide world but inequality and injustice as usual. He was a diamond in the raw.  A pearl whose value was never known. In short, he was not able to make both his ends meet inspite of his vast self acquired knowledge. He believed that desire was the root cause of all evil. The leaky roof of their home stood as a proof. He despised his children whenever they wanted something.
           Leema desperately wanted a new frock for Christmas. She went on saving every Paise that she got to buy a new frock for Christmas. She walked almost miles everyday to school to save the bus fare and had gone fasting saving the money given to her for lunch. Soon it became the major talk in the family. Initially they all appreciated her on the initiative, but soon they started planning to meet other expenses with that money.
          Mr. Leonardo called her and made her sit comfortably on his lap and asked her the money in turn for which he would buy her a frock from the thrift store. He even took her to a thrift store and asked her to choose one. Leema disagreed and burst into tears. She cried pitifully and reminded him that she never got to wear a new frock in her whole life. Mr. Leonardo comforted her and said he wouldn't do so.
          On Christmas eve, when Leema went to take the money to buy a frock, she couldn't find it. Her father just said bluntly that it might have been stolen. The entire night seemed to be elongated by her crying. The next day morning she found an old frock near her bed, the one she had seen in the thrift store; that indirectly told her who the thief was.
          It was the worst Christmas ever. And it was the last time that she wanted a new frock.

Facts

Time for the facts of the week!!

Yesterday

Yesterday lies forgotten
Like a long lost old love;
In the bosom of the past
Whom history never cared
To even write on stone.
The day lost yesterday,
Glorious for so many
Dreadful for the rest!
Will the loss of yesterday
Be ever again counted?
The glorious yesterday
With its usual inequality,
Forgotten by the human race.
Oh! There I stand with wonder
Wishing for the lost yesterday!

Life

To travel on the same boat
Yet have not spoken a word
In an utter state of inactivity
But only the wind moving

The noises made by the wind
Did send shivers down the spine
Yet they remained in silence
Afraid to even stir or moan

Desire was overflowing within
At the thought of jeopardy
The warning bell still ringing
The chimes from an old Church

The unknown perils of stirring
Seemed more worse than
The winds howling around
Or the anonymous time

What was left was a pity boat
And a pair of wooden oars
Hundreds of unknown eyes
Casting a spellbound look

So the prey remained in the boat
With the fears of danger
Oh! Only if they had known
They could conquer even the world!


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Reminiscing

I met her on a beautiful day,
On the beginning of Autumn;
When the yellow leaves fall
And the wind gushes by,
To pick up the dry leaves
And patch up broken hearts.
With her jet black hair
And lovely icy blue eyes
Great was the one look,
That she did cast on me;
That one ever lasting look
Not fading till this day.

The Authoress

           She lived in the mountainous regions of the state, namely the Nilgris. The strongly set features of her face spoke of her strong nature. Yet, beyond those black eyes, a deep sense of compassion could be seen. This combination found only in the class of highly evolved humans.
           Her deeply set eyes spoke of the supreme knowledge that she possessed about life. She quietly observed whatever happened around her. She seemed to know about the value of words. She seldom used them. But when she did, she meant each and every word. Her words were simple yet were highly philosophical that could not be easily understood by the common people. Silence seemed like the very meaning of her name. Whatever maybe the situation, she stared with a gaze that was never familiar with her fellow beings. It was the gaze of wisdom. But still, people seemed to enjoy her company. They felt comfort in her presence and some assurance in her smile. Her smile wasn't a contagious one, but somewhat had a sense of divinity in it.
            Her sense of fashion was almost nil, but still there was an air of untold beauty around her. Her soft nature seemed to project a halo kind of illusion around her. She was completely unpredictable. But still a sense of a saint was felt about her.
           Above all, she seemed to find joy in the little things. You would at times find her talking to a tree or smiling at the midair. Even the harshest sun and the coldest winter had no effects on her temper. She just laughed at the rain as if it was hef best friend. It seemed like, she never experienced anger before. She looked at each thing, as if she was seeing it for the first time.
            Still, can there be anyone without problems? She too had many problems. She seemed to suffer from inside. She found it unbearable to see a fellow being suffer. She felt as if her own body was on fire. She couldn't stand any social injustice. Unable to express her anger, due to her nature, she was waxing away day by day.
              She felt like her soul was linked with the lives of others. Each little joy felt even by the beggar seemed to multiply in her soul. She felt sorry even for the little grass that was being eaten up by the cow. She felt like having an useless body and an extra special soul. She was getting weary, trying to guess who and what she was. To find everything about oneself by an orphan can be the worst job ever. But she was someone who would just give up on life.
              She had worked so hard till now. Books were her only best friends. The rest were only acquaintances. She could feel the tears trickling down her cheeks on the death of a character in the book and she couldn't stand even the injustice does to innocent people in the stories. Her blood boiled with vengeance for them. On the other hand, she also loved the simple people for whom love seemed to be their only priority. It took a wide range of books, and years of reading made her conclude who she was.
              She was the Authoress. The creator in her own world.

              Needless to say, her books became the best seller of the decade.



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more pendants

Made these for my cute niece!!
Will meet up with some exciting posts...
Till then au revoir!!

P.S. I'm learning French ;-)

diy pendants

The pendant craze!!!!

The little Joys

The sweet pain felt
After holding her for long
Just because her tiny feet
Hurts her to stand or walk.

Running around the house
Pretending she is faster
Than me, to see her smile
To hear her say ''I win''!

Letting her sleep peacefully
Not to let anyone disturb
Playing her all silly tricks
To see her fill with wonder.

Patiently I wait and let her
Play with my hair
And smile as she climbs
On my shoulders.

Above all it is the little joy
Of having a tiny niece
That makes you melt
And crumble with love.

And the sorrow that fills
To know that very soon
Holidays would be over
Back to the weary office.

Floral ring!!!

Steel wire rings

            Finger Rings have always been a great attraction for me. So I worked on to make simple ones with easily available materials... and ended with these...
   
             Loved the steel wire concept(source:internet)

 

            Simple and easy to make design.   

                           

            A thumb ring!!

             And floral button rings....
Coming soon....

Change desired

To be lonely and forlorn
In such a huge planet
Bubbling with people
But still none to care

Searching for a soul
That would always care
Never back off nor leave
What the time maybe

Would be desperate like
Searching for blue seas
In the wide stretched
Unending n' forever sky

Why do people forsake,
Forget, and move on?
Act like total strangers
Never known to the other?

With the stare on the face
That says ''I don't see
Someone standing infront''
Gazing into the empty space

Is it sin to say to the other
Words of true apology?
Embracing each other
As fellow human beings

Oh! How good it will be
If people live in peace
Compassion and love
Harmony and joy will rule...

Land of Eden

The beautiful land of Eden
Where the love flows as river
Love adorns it with its fruits
The land of ultimate perfection
Nothing is found to lack there
Innocence rules the land
What would ever go wrong
In the very place of wonder
Where happiness leaps about
But right there in the middle
A blemish in the garden
Flaw in middle of flawlessness
Stands a tree filled with lust
Coated with a lustre of curiosity
Inviting harm, danger and curse
Stands the evil in disguise
The tree of good and evil

The Child

          Mr.Liuko was a very wonderful gentleman, in his late thirties, with an olive green complexion that beautifully matched his jet black hair. His simplicity and humble nature was displayed through his dressing sense. His compassionate nature reflected on his face, throwing a ray of love, that complemented his looks. He was a very feeble being, who couldn't even withstand a chicken being slaughtered. He seemed to understand even the complex concepts of nature. He was working as a professor in a nearby college. Science presented itself as a pleasant hobby to him. He spent most of his time in a tiny laboratory which he had constructed at his backyard. He was not only well versed in science, but was also a man of compassion who believed in the invisible forces that drives humankind. His life was a well planned and well equipped one. Neither he was poor nor he was too rich. God had provided him what he required.
         Liuko lacked nothing in the world. He married the girl whom he loved right from his childhood. Koihe was just 10 years old, when she first met him. She had the face of an angel with hazelnut colored hair. Her pink face gave her an ever-blushing look. The way she dressed, showed the classic atmosphere in which she grew. Liuko was two years elder to her. Both studied school. It was during a science project, they came together. Koihe had some serious problems with her science projects that Liuko helped her to solve. As the days went by, both realized that they were made for each other, and they said their vows. Years went by, and everything went on so wonderful but one thing that made Koihe, his wife feel so terrible. The want of a child.
          There wasn't a single hospital they did not visit, nor a Chapel in which they did not pray. But somehow the fruit of a child was hidden from them.
          This sorrow began to take over Koihe so badly. She was wearing away her health. Nothing that Liuko did pleased her. She felt ashamed whenever someone asked her about this. Liuko felt terrible for her. He just wished everything would go on fine.
                                                  *********
           Akila had experienced the same pain before. It wasn't something new to her. She knew what to do and how to do. Being a mother of three girls, she was well-versed in giving birth. Her thoughts rummaged through her childhood. Growing up in India, in a not-so-modern state, had left deep scars in her heart. She was subjected to gender discrimination right from her childhood. She knew how her father hated her for being born as a girl. She despised the gods everyday for cursing her to be born as a girl child.
            She was getting ready to go to the hospital. She knew very well that her husband wouldn't come. She always considered him as the very next avatar of her hateful father. She felt that she was the happiest, on the day her father died. But once again the gods cursed her by giving a man similar to her father as her husband.
             Once again her thoughts circled back to her father.
             "Daddy, can I go to school with the brothers?"
             ''No school for girls! You think money grows as a plant? you stupid girl! Who do you think will do the chores?"
             Akila packed her things into a basket and started walking towards the road. The 'past' was always a great burden to her. But greater was her present problem. She knew her husband wouldn't be pleased if this is a girl too. She remembered how she fought with him to keep the first three girls alive. Tears clouded her eyes. Now she had neither money nor strength to fight for another girl child. She was considered 'impure' for giving birth to girl children. The condition of her girls was worse than her's. She had lit up 100 candles in the temple and prayed for a boy child. She wouldn't be able to come to the temple for two months. All because of the impurity customs of women. She hated herself for being born as a woman in India.
            The nurses admitted her to labour ward. She was afraid to call her husband. She knew very well that he supported female infanticide.
             Hours later, the child was born. A girl child. She felt something crush in her head. The child was a beautiful girl. The motherly love was overwhelming. She cried ''I love you my child!'' and kissed her. She had atlast made up her mind regarding what to do next.
             When her husband came, she talked to him about selling the baby. He looked sharp into her eyes and said,''We will not sell her for money. But we will give her away.''
              Akila took the baby and laid her near the pavement and hid herself waiting for someone to come and pick her up. Time was flying and nobody cameby. The baby started crying. She couldn't bear the cry. She started walking towards the baby. Just then, a car stopped by. Akila went back to her hiding. A stranger who looked like a great scholar, stopped the car, came out, and picked up the baby.
                                                ***********
              Liuko saw the baby crying and tried to hush it. The baby became quiet. Akila knew now that her baby was in safe hands. Liuko looked around and saw no one. He was well aware of the custom of abandoning girl children.
              Liuko brought her home, called her wife and said,''Dearie, I brought an Angel home.'' He saw the childish smile in her face as she said, ''God remembered us and has sent us an Angel. We will call her Angelica.''
               The light of love did shine brightly in their house. The wave of happiness swept not only the Liukos but also the heart of Akila.

The detectives

            

             Inspired by many detective stories, Kayla always had an ambition in her heart to solve mysteries, catch criminals, stalk the suspects, and at last (but not the least) to serve the nation. Reading detective novels gave her an assurance that she had the spirit of Sherlock Holmes or Perry Mason. Well, in her childhood, she always assumed herself to be Nancy Drew. But she had a deep feel in her heart that she could solve even the most difficult mysteries provided she had the right company. (She tried nagging her classmates only to become the laughing stock of the class.) 

             Would that stop our hero lil' Kayla to stop pursuing her dream? Absolutely not! Now, she became a fan of Enid Blyton's ''Famous Five''. ''Wouldn't be it so wonderful to have cousins who can solve mysteries along with me'' she thought. She now started going behind cousins requesting them to join her in starting a detective agency. She even named the agency as ''crazy cousins'' (she just loved the short form C.C. detective agency).
             Just as the saying goes 'Rome was not built in a day' neither was her detective agency! She had lots of plans (of course, unexecuted ones!). All she had to do was to wait for the opportune, moment to show itself up. And wait for people to join her (she is not Hercules to handle everything alone!).
             She atlast had her wish come true. Problem screwed itself up right under her nose! Kayla was sharing her apartment with her granny, while her parents stayed abroad. What exactly happened was, her granny found some of her jewels missing.
            Her granny was a typical olden era woman who believed girls can do nothing right. This screwed up Kayla to the extent that she became like a volcano waiting to erupt! This theft gave her the right opportunity to do the necessary and prove herself to the world.
             She drew the plan of her area, took a survey of the people living in the apartment, stalked them, made a list of the people coming into the apartment et cetera.. Just them she overheard her granny phone over to her cousin Jaime asking him to come over and launch a complaint in the nearby police station.
             When Jaime came over, she discussed the entire operation she had planned with him. He just laughed as if it was some child's play. He just made a complaint and kept quiet. The police inspector visited them, scribbled something on his notepad and went away. Unlike the other police officers, he was interested in taking a peek into the other houses in the apartment, on the pretext of providing safety precautions.
            That night, a few more houses in the apartment were stolen. And above all, Lily, Kayla's bestie's house was also stolen. So, the three brave musketeers set out to the nearby station to file a complaint on the Police officer. But, no one believed them. Atlast, they made a deal with the trios saying, if they showed evidence, they would take the right action.
             Jaime, being the eldest of the three, took the matters into his hand and set a few hidden cameras all around the building.
And also a few motion sensors was set up in the most unlikely places. Just as they suspected, they caught the police officer right in the middle of the act!
             They rocked the city and gained a wonderful name. The ''Terrific Teens''!
         
               For more of the Terrific Teens, stay tuned!

Envy or Love?

       

          The love between two friends is sure to bring about a lot of green-eyed people. Just as a mango attracts flies, love attracts a lot of envy. Love between two people means envy of others. The beauty of the friendship lies in overcoming it through love. But envy being stronger, if let, will ruin lives for sure. The following story is about how envy destroyed a beautiful friendship.


           One day, the Angels had an argument, as to which was the greatest force on the face of the earth. After debating for a long time, they came to a conclusion that love was the strongest force that wipes away every barrier and triumphs at last. The gathered examples from all around the world. From the classic examples to the love found in every house and every street. The love of the family and friends came streaming in. They were very happy in finding the greatest treasure ever.
          Just then, an elderly Angel let out a scornful laugh and said that envy was the greatest force on earth. Everyone was shocked. ''Very well'' said the Angel ''you don't seem to agree with me. I will let you to choose whom so ever you want, I will show how envy can destroy them''. And so, it was agreed.
         Two wonderful friends were chosen. They both were so close to each other right from childhood. They never failed to leave each other's side, even in times of adversity. They both went to the same school, helped each other in studies and went to the same college and they just loved each other to the extent that it invited the envy of the angels.
        Kafis and Yuher were completely different from each in each and every aspect. Kafis was a beautiful blonde, who cared about everything right from how she looked and to what everyone thought about her. She was someone who lived in the future. She looked like a model who just stepped out from a fancy magazine. She nutured a lifelong dream of becoming the commissioner of her native place. She believed in women empowerment and as life went by, she got caught up in the messes of life. Now, all that she cared was luxury and beauty. She spent most of her time partying.
        But Yuher was completely different from Kafis. She believed in fate and let go of life. She believed that everything would happen in the right time. Unlike Kafis, she lived in the present. The simple present. She had a half Indian ancestry. She had jet black hair and looked like an Oriental princess. Still, she never cared about her looks. But she always strived hard for what she wanted. The difference never mattered until fate played with their friendship.
         Yuher was offered a position as the commissioner of the city. Yuher worked hard for years for the position. And atlast she attained the most respectable position in the society. It was when, fate played its role carefully.
          Kafis came to know about the fortune Yuher attained. But little did she know how had Yuher worked for it. Yuher invited Kafis to take part in the celebration. But Kafis fought like a mad one. She turned down the invitation, claiming that Yuher stole her life and her future. There was no way in which Kafis could be calmed. To make things worse, people just kept on Yuher. Kafis was beyond consolation. She was possessed with envy. Can envy be cured?

            Atlast the angels succeeded in proving envy as the strongest force.

            ''ENVY IS THE MUDDY REFLECTION OF LOVE.''

             Remember to reflect love in clear water. So that, love will be on both sides.

Gift

       

It is the happiness that we exercise, keeps us going. Helping us to reach the destination that we desire. The travel, however depends on the goal, onto which we fix our eyes. Higher the goal, more bumpier the journey.

It is our happiness that keeps us fit. The joy of little things. The delight in the things we love. Above all, our loved ones themselves. 

Such a wonderful friend, whose friendship I treasure so much gifted this almost 13 years ago. Just as it says so, she has been a good link in my chain of life. Encouraging when I fall and happy when I shine. Such a wonderful friend in life. Our friendship will for sure, continue to remain green in the years to come.. :-)

The mother

The woman in the wilderness,
Walked miles in the sand;
With her only begotten son
Whom she loved so dearly!

She would trade the world
For her most beloved son;
But lo! She had nothing left
In the most wretched world.

The very people of her own
Stranded them in the desert,
Neither clan nor family nor any
Wanted them on the face of earth.

Her tears were dried off,
The sun scorched from above;
She had not the strength to walk
Her body so frail and feeble.

Even the last drop of water
She gave for her son to drink;
She knew very well for sure
There was not a soul to care!

Her son started to nag her
For the water she did not have;
She felt her heart melt for him
But she had nothing to give.

Her son's desperate cry
Drove her faint mind crazy
She screamed like a mad man
But would that bring water?

She hugged her son and wept
The weep devoid of tears;
Thirst was killing them both
Still her son asked for water.

She remembered the days
That were long gone by,
When she bathed her son
With milk and oil and honey.

As she hugged her boy
He fell on the floor of earth
Thirst was killing her son!
There is nothing more worse!!

She watched him bewildered
The desperation of a mother,
To watch her only beloved son
Die for the want of a drop of water!

She rushed away from him
Fell on the ground prostate
''Oh Lord! Just water!'' She cried
She could not watch him die.

Her cries reached upto heaven,
Her love moved the Almighty!!
He opened the face of the earth
And made a water sprout to spring;

Opened her eyes to see the sprout
She joyously made her son drink
She felt the joy of rebirth
She knew now her son would live!!!

This poem is based on the true life story of the Egyptian slave Hagar who was sent into the wilderness with her son by her mistress...

Refer Bible Gene:21

The cat

It was the old Chinese cat
It was not that it was old
Nor that cat from China
But it was a Chinese's cat

The cat was awfully proud
Of its wonderful fur coat
It always knew very well
Of its awesome beauty

It never knew modesty
Or else it would be saint
It walked as if the world
Was conquered by itself

But now it had an envy
A jealously in the brain
It was because of Tom
The ugliest street cat

That awed a Korean cat
On the other side of hill
Now the old Chinese cat
Was streaming with envy

It would trade the world
Just to get to the other side
Oh! Such a poor cat it was
Little did it know about Tom!

The cat set out packed full
With food to last till the end
With the best designer wear
To the other side of the hill

Not knowing the other side
Was the dog side of the world
It took the big road journey
Crossing the green corn fields

Passing over the little streams
And the blue and red streets
It passed over the millstone
And even the widow's cottage

At last it reached the other side
It was the dog-meeting day
And so all the dogs were gone
The cat went till the city square

The very place of the meeting!
Shocked it was to see the dogs
Chased by every mutt and cur
It ran for its life so dear

Never again did the cat envy
Any other creature alive
For its wonderful beauty
That exceeded it's own

The pinnacle

When you see beyond the blue,
Your dreams will be still higher;
No horizon shall ever set a limit
Fate will refuse to make a blame
Steadily firmed onto the mount
Reaching higher with each step
Never ceasing as a swift river
While the world will stand n' stare
I can promise you for sure that
The pinnacle has been reached.

What if

If fishes could fly
If it were a butterfly
Bubbles would be in air
Waters would lay bare.

If fishes has feathers
And all of it's brothers
Would fly into the air
And play there very fair.

If birds could swim
Then waters would hymn
Sky would become water
If so, will it even matter?

If I could be happy
We would be chappy
And chatter without pause
There would be no gnaws.

Love would be in air
As happy as a mare
Each day would smile
In its veru own isle.

The nightmare

Many have dreams to pursuit
But I have a dream of my own
'Twas not ambition nor goal
But a plain, mere vague dream
Like the one at a troubled night
It might have a meaning of its own
Which surpassed my understanding
Each day I sit all alone by myself
Trying to make out what it was
I relate it with all that I know
But efforts end only in vain
All my experience fail terribly
My dream became my mare
I wish I knew myself better
Maybe one day I'll for sure
Discover my dream to make it true

The scar

The mark that you left long ago
Remains there unseen, concealed
But reminding always the pain
Even in my deepest sweet slumber

It would never heal nor go away
But be there always, lest I forget
What it was in the years past
When time did forget to repay

It pricks me each time I shine
Everytime I enjoy, have fun around
The dark mysterious days of past
Overshadows the upcoming future

By my side

When I cry all alone
None stands by my side;
When the roofs fall in
Lord, stand by my side.

When I stagger the way
Burdens are too heavy;
When my shoulders fail
Lord, stand by my side.

When I soar on the sky
My wings terribly break;
When I slide steep down
Lord, stand by my side.

What would life be?

What would life be like?
When the worst nightmare
Comes very true in life
Shivering down to the spine

What would life be like?
When the very air envelope
Turns into deadly arrows
Making it difficult to inhale

What would life be like?
When the dear mother earth
Shakes terribly to take step
Turning against the wave

What would life be like?
When everyone forgot you
Fames fade into charred ash
Stirring hope to the bottom

Christmas and the elves

         Neha found it difficult to contain her excitement. The teacher kept rambling about the tribal uprising but not even a single word entered her brain. Well, why would she care about the tribal uprising when she had better things to think about? She kept checking her pink watch every now and then. It seemed like time had forgotten to move his limbs towards future. Every other second, she cast a glance at Jack. He was completely absorbed in the lecture. 
        She eagerly waited for the class to end. But that was a long way to go. One can not expect the class to get over in the very first hour. At last, the hour was over! She rushed to Jack's bench. But, Jack just smiled and told her, ''Wait till evening''.
        "Why evening and not morning?" she moaned. 
        
        Neha could not concentrate on the class. Her thoughts were circulating around the park. Jack already told her that, in a secret spot in the park, elves were living. Jack promised to take her to the park after class. Initially, Neha's mother refused to allow her to the park. But at last, she relented mainly due to Neha's nudging and gave her the permission. Neha's joys knew no boundaries. At last, when the evening came, they both hurried to the park.
       They waited till the park was empty and Jack took her to a lonely bush at the end of the park. They looked eagerly under the bush but nothing was visible. They had to wait till it was dark. The wait seemed to last for long hours. You can't see the elves just like that. Only once in a blue moon you can see them. Jack's older brother had told him that on the particular day, the elves would be visible at that spot as soon as it became dark. But they will be visible just for five minutes. They had waited for long hours just to see the elves. Both of them knew nothing about the elves. Neither did they know how the elves looked like, nor how tall they were. All that they knew was, a shimmering light would be seen under the bush. As soon as the light is seen, all you have to do is to focus the flashlight at the spot. It will last just for five minutes.
               At last, the much awaited moment arrived. A bright but short light appeared. It was more like a small glitter from a diamond. It was somewhat mild but it was bright. They both managed to focus their flashlights at the spot. At first, nothing was visible. But just as they were going to give up, they saw something wriggle under the light. They had to strain their eyes to see it.
               It was such a different experience. It seemed like a whole town was below the bush. The elves were so funnily dressed. It was like an entire town full of clowns. It was as if the people jumped out of the circus show. They were way too small. They were only few inches tall. The city was lit up with beautiful lights. It looked as if the fireflies turned into street lights. Everything was so modest. The happy faces of the people added more beauty. Just as they watched, it became dark. Nothing was visible once again. 
               Neha couldn't contain her excitement. She unconsciously asked, ''The elves are so happy''
              ''Ya! It's Christmas!'' Jack replied.
               Soon the excess excitement died out and she became herself. She realised slowly that it was way too late. Glancing at her watch, she rushed back home.
               On the way back, the same thing came over to her mind again and again. ''The elves are so happy just because it is Christmas?'' None she was close to, knew about elves. They all thought that she making things up. None believed her.
                 Neha had never celebrated Christmas before. In fact, she knew nothing about Christmas. But that year, something became different. She came to know about the happiness of Christmas.
                Never again she saw the elves nor heard about them. But every year, she had a memory to cherish and a reason to be happy about.
                 It was Christmas!!