Is Old still Gold

Remember the sweet stories our granny used to recite to us....and the games our granpa bought for us, our mother peeping from the window every now-n-then for us to return from school and dad taking us to fairs enjoying with us the big wheels and swings..............

They are the sweet memories we get nostalgic with, their love and care, their cuddles and pamper, everything seems so beautiful, like the fairy tales where a child is led by the mother-fairy to the dreamy world of clouds, stars and chocolates!! All seems so soft and touchy.

Is our present world the same? Where have the loving oldies gone? Are they with us? Is their pace grown slow and they are left behind? Whatever may be the case, one this is true...whenever we will turn back and see them, we will find them smiling and blessing us.

But, that’s not all. They held our hand and helped us in our decisions, smiled with us, cried for us, ran with us at our dawdling speed taking baby steps, ate with us like a child and even lived for us, but now when their hands are old, still ready to be beside us in any lows of life, when they need a support while standing up from chair......we are far more busy in buying Italian furniture, visiting malls and running for achieving something which has no destination.

Our sweet old grannies and parents are left behind...far-far behind.....they are not able to cope up with this fast moving life...but they will never stop us......Although may be at times we don’t talk to them for months...but whenever we will call up, they will be more than happy to hear our voice.....


Let’s sit down for a while and think and we will find that they are still living for us...still praying for our success and still longing to be with us. All they want is few moments of togetherness, love and care......and the busy people of today’s world are not free to even share this much!!!

We the materialistic and selfish people of today’s world have forgotten the most valuable assets of life...mother's touch of care, father's hand for crossing the road, sweets made by granma and jokes told by granpa......Sigh! we have forgotten all this :-(

Do You know Hindi?

This is my third post and this time no poetry. I was wondering if i could post a Hindi poetry here, because when i think deep and look for words with weight and meaning...i go for Hindi...Hindi is a beautiful language and gives us a lot more space to express in comparison to English. Now a days, the beauty of Hindi is diminishing from the metros and big cities, people don’t talk that much in Hindi, and at times they feel proud of asking certain words meaning and spellings.

Why such an auspicious and magical language is facing such a negligence and disrespect? There's a mentality in these cities, people speaking in Hindi in places like Barista, Cafe CoffeeDay and all the discos etc. is not happening. It’s not in...its so outfashioned........even the big schools have the discipline and rules where a student cannot talk in Hindi, or else he will be fined, but those who are leaving their language behind don’t know that, one day will come when their next generation will be in school, or they would meet some foreigner, and when they will ask them meaning of some Hindi words these people will either shy away or look through the pages of Hindi dictionary. That will be a shame for all of us. Going with the trend is not a bad thing, but leaving your own culture and language behind is disgraceful.

Remember the CBSE topper of the year 2006 (i don’t remember her name), but she did not get selected in a high profile school because she was not that well versed with spoken English. That will bring so much embarrassment to us. The people of Hindustan don’t know Hindi...how ironic!!! You would be wondering, if i support Hindi so much, why i posted this blog in English. Because I know the mentality, I have met such people.......when it comes to reading Hindi, it seems like they are reading French, Greek or German...or might be they know all of these languages better than Hindi.....Quiet Possible!!!!!

Forty-Watt Bulb

These are my feelings which I cultivated over the years, when I traveled and watched the huts at night

These twinkling lights dangling from the roofs of the cottages say more than what we observe
Find out what message they convey to me....

40 watt bulb…

Remember the rhythm of the train
And the splashes of air every now and then
And outside you see dark fields, in the moonlight,
And a small cottage where hangs something golden

Far far away the little bulb glows
And attracts my attention
I keep gazing at it, like a stranger
Wondering how and when….

The 40 watt bulb vanished from our lives
And we forgot those fluctuations
How we were curious about the filament inside
And collected the bases like some gems

These silent huts, still burn them bright
Like they stand there for showing us some way
Many passerby would have ignored the stillness
But the golden dazzle quietly sways

The life around this bulb is the same
Full of dimness full of shades
but like the intensity inside the bulb
smiles their wrinkled face

they remind me of how materialist we have been
and haven’t seen the realism of our core
which glows like the mid day sun,
but we have been blind as we have ignored

I need to go back to my basics
And for this I need my souls help
When I will be able to emit radiations
Like the tranquility of a 40 watt bulb


Do tell me what they utter in your ears
rest in next blog..........

Introducing Myself

Hi.......so how to start,

My introduction is "my writings"...........

Lets get introduced


My childhood and rain…..

When I was small I used to enjoy the droplets,

Falling on my cheeks, falling every where...

As the time passed I missed the charm of the rain,

it came it went, I never used to care...

Suddenly after 15 years, some thing happened,

which was forced to remember by everyone…

the thunder shower washed away my city

and in pain was every one.

For a moment in those days, I remembered my childhood,

when the rain was a time to play…

but today every one is suffering around me

and I don’t have a word to say......"



This defines something about me...................rest in next blog

till then keep smiling