A female monkey was caught from a forest by Shakil. He named her Najma. He already had another monkey, who was called Rahim. Najma got a companion so she was very happy. She did not even remember her days spent in the forest. Shakil used to take them out every day. Sometimes it was a residential colony, sometimes a crowded market place and some other time near some school. Najma loved this routine. One day Najma knew that she was pregnant. Shakil brought another monkey. She was ignored by Shakil and Rahim. Najma was always sad. She gave birth to two monkeys, a male and a female. Shakil quietly took the male monkey and sold it. Najma was very sad.There was no one to console her or share her grief. She always remembered her days in the forest and cried.One day Najma carried her baby and ran away. Across the road there was a factory with a huge open space and several trees. Sometime she got leftovers to eat by the men, working in the factory. There were days when she got nothing. One day she got a corn. She was very happy and lovingly fed her baby. She was worried how long she could manage to live such life of uncertainty. As luck would have it, next day a truck was leaving the factory.She, along with her baby jumped on its top.The truck seemed to be going a long distance. After travelling for one full day, it passed through a forest.In a jiffy Najma jumped, along with her baby, and caught a branch of a huge tree. She was now a free soul, living in freedom. FREEDOM is better than caged comfort. Written for B A R for the picture prompt given by Sid Balachandran's Wordy Wednesday.
My smart phone is really smart. Iam using it for the last one year. It has so manyfeatures,which are unfolding slowly one by one and come as a surprise. It is a mini store house, with so much knowledge and infomation hidden within its small body, that you marvel at its extraordinary qualities. It was gifted to me by my son last year. It was 'love at first sight' Besides being an adept at making calls of ordinary nature, it can make video calls. It has 'Viber' , through which I can talk to my grand daughter, studying abroad,. free of charge. It is amazing that i can use my dear phone as a mini computer. I can acsess the internet through it. I can play games on line, read books which I like. I can accsess all T.V.channels and watch programmr according to my convenience. Through this 'small' magician I can make on line shopping. A great feature is the 'WhatsApp'.Through this i can chat with my friends and family residing in any corner of the globe. Through this, i am able to exchange photos, news and any other infomation,which reaches the other party in an instant. It has a very efficient camera. besides ordinary photos, I can also record a video which can be shared with with others.One magic which I came across only yesterday is 'Fotor'. It can edit the pitures,make a collage, change the colors of the photo, and what not!
The pictures, clicked by me are at serial number 1 and 4.Through Fotor the color of the flower has been changed from pink to violet and in the next photo the color is changed from pink to black and white. What a marvel!! I am completely mesemerized by my really smart phone.
Written for B A R for the week 22ndto 28th Feb. Submitter to B A R The Group as an archives post on Monday 3 rd August 2015
This a true story of compassion and love.,T he affection showered on Sharda by her well wishers was so intense that no one could ever think that she was an orphan. Mr. and Mrs. Taneja had two daughters. Mr. Tanja was working in a Government office. He got a salary which was suficient for him to run his family. The daughters were studying in a good school.Both of them were good in studies. They had no regrets in their life. It was an ordinary day. Mr.and Mrs were going for a party.to a friend's house. On the way, Mrs Taneja saw a small child crying loudly. By her side a woman seemed to be in deep sleep. The car was running at a fairly good speed when they crossed that place. Suddenlt Mrs. Taneja said,''Stop''. Mr.Taneja got worried and the car stopprd with a jerk. ''What happened?'' he asked. She just told her husband to turn back. Without a word Mr. Taneja turned the car.His wife asked him to stop after a short distance. She pointed to wards the child, who was still crying. They got down and went near the child. Mrs Taneja bent down to wake up the mother, but she screamed when she realised that the woman was not alive.They performed her last rites and took the child home. The child was about two years old.She was given a bath and some food. The child put her head in Mrs Tanejs's ap and drifted into deep sleep, The Taneja couple put an advertisement in all newspapers. No one came to claim the child. The child was a baby girl.The Taneja couple discossed the places where they could send the girl child. Finally they decided to keep her and bring her up like their own daughters. She was named Sharda. The girl was looked after so well that nobody could even think that she was not their own child. she went to the same school where their own children were studying. Sharda was a bright child. . She obtained 95% marks in in Sr. Sec. Examination. She qualifed in engineering admission test and was admitted in a prestigious college. She ws sent abroad to study for M.B.A. Today she is happily married. The Taneja's are proud of her. Such examples of compassion are very rare. Hats off to Taneja couple!! WRITTEN FOR B A R THE DAY OF COMPASSION # 1000 SPEAK
My neighbor's son is an average student. Many times he failed. Whereas his other friends were in the final year of college, he had appeared for the final year of Sr. Sec. Exam.This was his second attempt. When the result came , he had obtained second division. He was so excited that he laid flat on the middlr of the road shouting loudly ,'' I have done it! I have passed.''A big crowd collected on the road . People were amused. He painted the town red. followed by celebrations in which his friends and family members were invited. Hip,hip, hurrah!
Written for wordy Wednesday #5 at B-A-R and #Blogging Tip
A famous dancer went to her guru, touched her feet and burst into tears. The guru asked her to wipe her tears and tell what happened. The dancer said, ''I am facing too much criticism these days. I can not concentrate on my dance.'' Her guru told her,''It is very easy to discontinue dancing. It will not affect anyone else except you. Child, whatever you do, you will not always get bouquets, you will also get brats. Don't run away from criticism. It is a lesson for you to work hard.'' This is a lesson which is applicable to every one. We must always do our best. The best way to avoid criticism is to do nothing. Only those who do something will be critizised. Non performers will not get any criticism. Don't run away, if you are facing criticism. Learn to live constructively.Criticism can be positive without the intention of causing harm to other person. Take it in the same spirit in which it is given. You cannot stop working for fear of being critisized. Take any criticsm in a positive manner .Continue to perform your job full heartedly. Only cowards run away from fear of criticism. I quote the famous words of Dale Carnegie,'Any fool can criticize,condemn and complain but it takes character and self control to be understanding and forgiving.' Infact criticism , if taken in a posititive spirit, makes a person strong,firm and determined. Discarding your hobby or your presentation due to adverse criticism is simply unreasonable. Buck up, leave all negative feelings behind, success is at your doorstep!! Written for BAR, 'weekly sharing thread' 15th Feb to21st Feb
Neeru, and Jatin, were childhood friends.They were separated when Neeru was eight and Jatin twelve.Neeru's one leg was shorter and therefore she limped while walking. All the children used to bully her and made fun of her. Neeru did not mix with others and remained aloof. She always missed Jatin. Time passed. Neeru was in college studying in second year of B.Com. She had a photograph of Jatin and herself,which was kept hidden beneath the cover of her text books. She saw it occasionally and remembered the days, she and Jatin played together. How nice were those days! One day after she reached home, her father's words gave her a shock. He said,''From tomorrow you are not going to college. Your marriage has been fixed for Sunday.'' Neeru wept but no one was there to console her. Within a week Neeru was married. At night she was sitting on the bridal bed. Her thoughts were in the past. Oh God, she wondered, why was she thinking of her past.Tears were flowing from her eyes. She heard the sound of someone's footsteps. She heard the sound of the closing of the door latch. Her heart was thumping hard. She hid her face with her palms. The groom came and stood by her side. The perfume of his shaving cream and scent filled the whole room. Without a word, he held her hands and tried to remove them away from her eyes. He did not succeed. He sat beside her and whispered in her ears,''Neer.'' The word acted as magic! She looked at him and uttered softly, 'Jatin!'. ''Yes my dear. I am your Jatin. I am a lecturer in your college. You did not recognise me.'' She was about to say something, but Jatin did not allow her to speak. He spread his arms around her and locked his lips with hers, which seemed like eternity. It was Valentines Day, a symbol of Love for all seasons!! Written for Wordless Wednesday, # 4 prompt, 'Love for all seasons'
A pointed finger cast towards the murderer hangs head down. Point to ponder God gives liberal mercies,, be honest O man. Blood oozing pricked by sharp pointed thorn child howling. Written for Haiku Horizons prompt#51 'point'
Today my youngest grand daughter has gone to appear for the M.Sc.admission test for I.I.T. She came to me to seek my blessings. Oh God! How time flies.I am feeling very nostalgic. Even my grand children have reached a stage when they are completing their studies and have entered their youth.In the dusk of my life I am reminded of so many things which are now lying secure in the womb of eternity.On occassions like this they come gushing to the forefront and immerse me completely in their fold................... It was the year 1994. I had retired and had to leave Government accommodation.We shifted to our own house. In the beginning my children were not happy to shift, because of the distance from their work place. After we shifted, the children loved the new house, their own home! The younger grand daughter was born here. She has grown into a young lady with a mind and thoughts of her own. Our elder grand daughter was very fond of her sister.Unlike other siblings, they never quarrel. Even as grown ups, they are the best of friends.
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R was a cute baby. She looked like a little fairy. Her naughty looks and sweet actions are still etched firmly in our mind. As a child she had a very sharp memory.Initially she was admitted in a play school, near our residence. She got admission in Mater Dei School without any difficulty.She was very popular in school.She was the president of the Table Tennis team of the school. She participated in debates, extempore speech competitions.She was an all rounder.She obtained 94 % marks in Sr. Sec. exam. She loved to dance. In her college she was elected vice president of the choreo society.The elder one is also crazy for dancing. The elder one, also R, is studying in USA. The younger one also wants to study abroad.When both of them are together they dance day and night. It is generally seen that siblings of the same sex always quarrel, but both my grand daughters never even argue with each other. I pray to God that they always stay blessed. Written for Blog-A-Rhythm weekly thread 8th Feb.to13th Feb. 2015
Right from childhood I am wary of lizards. This harmless creature gives me goosebumps.The more I try to move away from them, the more they seem to tease me. Sometimes it is a game of hide and seek between this. Last week, a lizard,fat one, gave me a real surprise. At midnight I felt very cold, and opened the almirah to take an additional blanket. Lo and behold, the moment I opened the almirah, something jumped on my head!! From nowhere a big, fat lizard had fallen on my head. I felt SQUEAMISH and started shrieking. OMG, I was still half asleep,which vanished instantly.My husband got up with a bang. he thought that I had a fall. He rushed to me and started laughing. All the family members heard the commotion and within seconds our bedroom was resounding with laughter. I felt foolish. The 'poor' lizard must have shuddered. In no time, it just disappeared! no. of words around 130. Written in response to BAR, weekly prompt, 'Wordless Wednesday'# 3 and the word is''Squeamish'' This week’s prompt comes from B-A-R member, writer and blogger, Aditi Kaushiva who blogs here.
Today I had a biggest surprise, no it was a shock ,of my life. Now, as I am writing this, I feel amused. A tragedy of sorts happened in the morning, on the breakfast table. I told the servant to make scrambled egg. The maid who cooks, was on leave. The servant brought a bowl, full of what looked like scrambled egg. He said,'' Madam, so much scrambled egg is lying in the frig.Perhaps the maid cooked this last night and kept in the frig, to be used for breakfast''.I wondered why she prepared it a night before. I took a small portion, hardly two spoons, In the evening when the maid came she asked, ''Madam, I had kept chicken in the frig, but it is not there.'' OMG, I realised that what I had for breakfast was not scrambled egg but mashed boneless chicken masala!! I am feeling very upset as I am a vegetarian. This action, though taken, unknowingly has spoiled my day!! Have you ever faced a situation, which makes you feel sorry and tickled at the same time?
A free bird I fly high on my dreams none to check. Free time over men and women hilarious no fear of boss. Here comes boss shuddering with fear, free time fun, all gone. Freed from zoo, ferocious lion enters the city population scared.
written for Haiku Horizons week 50 prompt " Free".
These days Delhi is in the grip of 'Electionomia', a very serious disease!! The hysteria is spreading to every nook and corner of the city. It has become a big 'comic' situation. The same disease had hit the city only a year ago but the 'Doctor' who was responsible for the treatment of the junta, himself ran away after forty nine days, without even a trace of responsibility, leaving the vast 'junta,' who looked up to him expectantly for the treatment of all their pain and maladies. Ironically, the same 'doctor' who had left his people in the lurch, is back again in the 'fray! People were quite happy without any of these impostors. But, as they say, rules are rules. An elected Government must 'take care'(really?) of welfare of the citizens. Hence another election is thrust on the poor junta of Delhi. The same drama is being re-enacted. Every one is making their best efforts to open the 'Pandora's Box' of his rival. Mud slinging is at its best. Every contestant is trying to show his/her achievements. Loudspeakers are roaring popular filmy songs to highlight the best characteristics of the candidate, they are supporting. One party has brought a retired Services personality for Chief Ministership, which has added glamour to the speeches. Slogans, for and against, can be seen in the print media, radio and television. Messages are being sent to subscribers on phones through SMS's and Apps. Where will all this 'tamasha' lead to! The same old drudgery. The wheels of (Mal)administration will move on. The same old allegations /charges will be levelled. The man on the streets will live without any change in his status.'LONG LIVE OUR DEMOCRACY'. Written for B-A-R , weekly sharing thread, 1st Feb. to 7th Feb.