A Nostalgic Poem

Though it has been years leaving the school, there are times I remember those benches, the playgrounds, the laughs, the fights, the lunch hrs etc etc etc. The list just goes on.

One particular thing I remember is a poem from the 4th Std Hindi text, Hum Panchi Unmukt Gagan Ke. We were asked to by heart this poem and repeat it in the next class. So as told we obeyed. Teacher explained the meaning of the poem in the view of a bird. How a free bird is seeking for the freedom though its in a golden cage. The poem was learnt, by-hearted and forgotten.

But passing through years when I remember this poem I still am able to recall the lines with out any errors. But the meaning of the poem has changed from what was explained to us in the class rooms. My teacher knew that some day the real meaning of the poem will be understood by the children who learnt it and who remember the same. Today as I relax and think, its true. Many times I think, though the responsibilities are nice and the joy given by the same is good still some where down the heart I wish for a fly in the open sky. The little is better with joy than be surrounded by more of unhealthy competition. Don’t wanna go into much depth of the meanings. I just paste the copy of the poem in this blog for a change:

Hum panchi unmukt gagan ke,
Pinjar bandh na gaa payenge,
Kanak teeliyon se takrakar,
Pulkit pankh toot jayenge

Hum behta jal peene wale,
Mar jayenge bhooke pyase,
Kahin bhali hai katuk nimbori,
Kanak katori ki maida se

Svarn Shrankhla ke bandhan mein,
Apni gati udaan sab bhoole,
Bas sapno mein dekh rahe hain,
Taru ki phungi, par ke jhoole

Aise the armaan ki udte,
Neel gagan ki seema paane,
Laal kiran si chonch khol,
Chugte tarak, anaar ke daane

Hoti seema heen shithij se,
Inn pankho ki hoda hodi,
Yha tho shithij milan ban jata,
Yha tanti sanso ki dori

Need na do, chahe thehani ka,
Aashray chhinn-bhhinn kar dalo,
lekin pankh diye hain tho,
Aakul udaan mein vighn na daalo

By ShivMangal Singh Suman

Indeed a nostalgic poem......

The Great Indian Dream

The mascara to hide the lines of an aging face
The thinned tarred road to cover the pot-holes
The bundle of Roses to hide the number of late hours
The chocolates to make up the lost time with a child

How long will the mankind do to cover its mistakes from each other? An easy compensation to curtain the mistakes or short comings or a cover-up for the faults committed for the selfish gains. These provide a temporary relief to the person accepting the same but in a long haul the texture of the same is lost.

As the lines go, these are like building a glass house which ultimately will break down and everything will lie bare and naked. Man should learn from his mistakes...this line has just become an old saying which sounds good in the books. Time and again he does the same mistake thinking that at least one time he shall surely get for what he had been committing these mistakes. But alas, he still stands in the same position with no difference but more guilt and sorry for himself.

The rains come and wash the mascara off to show the lines that were the years wasted achieving the momentary happiness. The roads are still bumpy, which was tarred for a jolly good ride, but the ride is not smooth as it was suppose to be. His own child has grown fast enough for not understanding the momentary happiness which he has gathered over years. The reality will finally sink and will crush the man and he will wake up the world of loneliness......

A Journey with A Story

I was running late for the train from Kacheguda. I was 20 minutes away from the station and the auto, I was travelling in, was struck in the traffic jam. On arriving on the platform 1, I realised the train had started rolling out of platform 3. I rushed for the train, asking a coolie to help me with my luggage. I ran and got into the train but my luggage was not as fast as me. The coolie person shouted out to me to pull the chain. Ah, a dream come true, from years of travelling, fancying the pulling of chain, at last it getting fulfilled. I religiously pulled the chain and the train screeches it selves to stop. My luggage in, I start racking my brains what should I tell when questioned. 5 officials, 3 in uniform n 2 plain clothed, appeared and there was a dog along too. One of them, a large one with a big moustache asks the million dollar question, “Eyavaru chain pull chesaru??”
Suddenly I found myself in a limelight position with everybody pointing their fingers to me... Heavens, for a moment I thought did I pull the chain of the train or did I commit a murder. After a short interrogation, I was relieved that I dint have to pay the fine as I stated a very lame excuse by presently it strongly.

Thus the journey to my home had become even more beautiful...

Deepti, thanks for telling your experience. Thank heavens I am not the actor of the above explained scenario...

One Blood-Bathed Morning

What a bright day!! I am on the streets and very few people on the roads ... An unusual sight on a weekday around 9 in the morning ...I am having a very beautiful time as if I am gliding through the streets ...My whole body is relaxed ... The headache which was tearing my head apart early this morning has magically disappeared... There is someone massaging my hands and legs and oil massage to my head... What a pleasant time I am having...

Ahh!! My thoughts rush back to those days when mom used to rush behind me to give me an oil bath... the whole body and my hairs and scalp smeared with hot but pleasant smelling coconut and sesame seed oil and used to feel sleepy at that time exactly like I m feeling now...

Away from home I was just wondering how am I experiencing this beautiful time and that too on streets... but I let myself sink into this phenomena as I know I would be dreaming like I have been doing past few days. Like getting a job in the dream company which is near to my home, going on a long drive on the bike which I am crazy about with a group of old college friends, doing a bungee jumping which gives me a feeling of a free bird...

But what’s happening??? All my good-for-me feelings are wearing out and there is a ripping pain on my back and am unable to feel my limbs...the oil is flowing onto my face... then I tasting blood in my mouth... Oh my gosh!!! That’s was a good dream of a nice oil bath but this should be another dream... But no I am feeling the pain... and suddenly its no more a quiet street but people are indeed bustling around and there are set of people around me... I realized there is something wrong with me... I try to sit up and there is another jolting pain across my head...

There is indeed blood in my mouth and it’s the blood that’s flowing across my head which I mistook for oil... I have met with an accident... I went to get my breakfast from a nearby hotel. There was a rashly driven auto coming at full speed. I had tried to avoid him and then I don’t remember anything. I tried screaming now but it came out as a gurgle and died out in the throat.

I tried screaming out once again and this time there was no stop of the voice … it came out full-fledged. I was screaming with my full energy and I could feel the fresh pain on the shin of my leg. One of my room mates was kicking me and pouring water in order to wake me for all the mess I was doing during my sleep. Then I realized I was in my room lying on my bed on a lazy Saturday morning. This much for a weekend… no more of going back to sleep… thanking Almighty I got up to see the midday sun already on my head………