Mindspeak

 “Mamaji, mamaji, it is not there,…” huffing and puffing said Satish. “Check carefully, it must be beneath some of the other bags,” Samir replied. “I have checked the entire room thrice, but not able to find it, I’m worried,” emphasizing his problem, explained Satish. “Wait, let us check the room,” confirmed Samir. ---xx--- The entire Mishra family was jubilant. The prince of the family, Satish, had agreed to a marriage proposal after many years of refusal. After completing M. Tech, Satish had flown to the United States and his lifestyle changed dramatically. Having settled there for over five years, he detested the traditions and customs back home. To ensure his parents led a luxurious and contended life, he purchased a flat in posh society in the city which was roughly 40kms away from his village. His respect for his parents was unmatchable, but there was a constant tiff between him and family members on the issue of marriage.   They wanted him to get “settled down in

As the mention of 'Zero'  reflected on my mind, The instant reference with no competition of any kind, Was the Don who left a  cricketing legacy behind, Undoubtedly, a batsman like him, the game is yet to find. Sir Donald George Bradman was an ultimate showman, The entire cricketing fraternity knew him to be a hitman, His bat did most of his talking on the ground as the match began A few of his batting records are tough to beat by any living man He served the cricketing fraternity even after retirement Served as a Cricketing Administrator as per requirement He enjoyed 'being in the game', a competitive environment He gave Australian cricket, the needed enlightenment That day of Oval, when fans expected one more of his tons He too knew, he needed only 4 runs to maintain a test average of 100 runs The second ball 'duck' was disbelief, silenced all the roaring guns That 'Zero' proved, "Every game is a leveller, even for chosen ones"

  “He has consumed it even today,” informed Lakhan. “I’m surprised, how does he manage this?” an annoyed Dr Prakash yelled. “We were alert sir, the usual abnormality showed up,” “Yes, yes, I understand. It’s been over a month now, let me think something different,” assured the doctor. Sheth Rupayamal was born with a silver spoon. Born in a royal family, he got more than what he demanded. Such pampering made him lazy, irresponsible and lethargic. He never found anything interesting and motivating in real life. He even dropped out of school even before completing basic education. To add to his woes, he found some bad company to pass time. His so-called friends made him consume different things to get into a trance. What started with a smoke went to a weed and then he started consuming the dreaded GHB also known as ‘liquid ecstasy. He was now addicted to this colourless, odourless liquid-killer for the past few years. He wasted the family money without caring for anyone. His s

 “Dear students, tell me who was the first revolutionary in the history of Indian Independence?” asked Surbhi, the teacher of VII grade. “Bhagat Singh madam,” came the instant answer “No,” she politely replied. “Subash Chandra Bose?” another student asked her back “No” “Chandrashekhar Azad,” one more reply “Though your replies are all correct, you all need to dig deeper into this subject,” she encouraged. “Mangal Pandey,” one boy screamed. “Wow, this was 1857, but then his heroics had some precedence as well.” “Dear students, the names you all called out were lucky ones, they found a mention in our history books. There are many more unsung heroes who laid their lives down for our Motherland; their sacrifices either went unnoticed or unmentioned. A few local villagers of those times knew about the ultimate sacrifices. With the passage of time, even such stories get buried. The first act of revolution, much before 1857 had happened in 1784-85. This act was recognized and credit is rightl

 For drivers who drive like a speed gun Those who love to race under this sun A speed-breaker destroys all the fun The sudden ‘screech’ hurts everyone   Our city does not have such speed-breakers The roads themselves are the biggest shakers The driver and travellers are Quakers Cheaters are those road makers   A ride through the city is an uninvited massage The man at the hospital and vehicle at the garage A huge cost paid due to the regular sabotage Memories of owner car framed as a collage   Being in the 75 th year of Indian independence We, unfortunately, believe in the system of dependence The time is ripe for transforming to transcendence Let us all unite in this fight for ascendance  

Poetrystyle - Alphamber -Alphabets based, number increasing each line - Introduced by Dr. Vishu A  Black Friday Costs dear lives Devastated the Mumbai city Etched pains in the heart Felling anger, desperation in the mind Games played from across the nation’s boundaries Helpless, poor people facing the wrath of revenge Immature Jaundiced mind Kept in dark Labeling their sacrifice supreme Mind fed with poisonous thoughts Narrating heart-wrenching stories on community people Objectively planting hatred in the mind, heart Pained with tortures, a normal guy becomes terrorist Quoting, Religion and Sacred books regularly The innocent get trapped Unaware of mala fide intentions Visibly driven blindfolded by some culprits Wade through the roads laden with thorns Xing within minds, confused, undecided, during this mission Youth Zapped lifetime.

 A young rich lady, Ms Mona, Enjoyed her life to the core Never bothered about worries, As she got more than she asked.   Attending kitty parties frequently She had a wonderful gang of friends Eating, gossiping, their days moved She was living extravagantly.   One day, she felt dizzy and fell down Worried, the friends took her to a nearby hospital To the astonishment of everyone She was diagnosed with a rare disease   “You will survive for a few days from now” pronounced the doctor worriedly. “No, I am unfinished with my living,” a sobbing Mona claimed.   “Only God can help you,” The doctor said in his normal tone and went. Mona’s life had a U-turn completely, She spent hours praying to God rigorously.     Such was her dedication and penance, God appeared and granted her a wish. “I want to be cured of this disease now” said Ms Mona instantly without mincing words.   “Tathasthu” blessed God and vanished. Overjoyed, Ms Mona wa

  Being a Socially responsible Individual (ISR), with a lot of empathy that whenever and wherever a natural disaster broke, we tried our best to help out our fellow men. Be it Tsunami 2006 or Nepal floods or Kerala disaster or Kolhapur floods, V. K. Memorial Welfare Association (VKMWA) has extended help and support to the extent possible either directly or in association with other organizations, carrying similar thought process. The news of 22 nd July, 2021 flash floods at Chiplun and Mahad were heartbreaking. We got an opportunity to be a part of the relief campaign through my ex-student and a very socially responsible person – Mr. Rakesh Nandurkar. Shivswapn Trekkers, a socially responsible group of young guns, and Swachandi, another trekking group. They had already announced details about the collection of relief materials at various places in Mumbai. VKMWA provided its library space and also, XII students at Heramb agreed to volunteer. Around 40 students volunteered during th

Adnan Sami, a multi-talented personality of Bollywood, A wonderful singer, lyricist, pianist, talented since childhood, Looked handsome, but obesity was not very good, At 230kgs, he was much more than he ideally should. The simple question he put was, “Why should I?” “My fans loved me this way, which me a high.” “Your life is 6 months,” said a doctor once with a sigh! Adnan reduced 167kgs, for he got his Why. There may be many reasons like dislike or fear, But there might be one strong reason to steer, Every activity you do needs this reasoning clear, The consistency of doing the act becomes dear. Students are the best examples of multi-tasking force, No doubt, they are the most efficient energy source, A clear goal-setting helps them clearing the course, Moving ahead, they become leaders of course. Planting of a reason is similar to planting a seed, With proper nourishment, you automatically kill the weed, With the passage of time, you enjoy fruits of the good deed, This succe

 A mid-week party announced on a Wednesday, Those days’ parties were just a call away, The venues to be decided on everyone’s say, The intention was to be together and enjoy the day.   The gang of four men had graduated a few months ago One friend was to fly to the US to continue his education show Time had come when they chose paths to survive and grow The bonding would never cease, everyone knew though.   Leopold or Mondegar were the options clear They decided to move to Mondegar for their favourite beer Around 8:30pm, they chinked their glasses to cheer Fun was in the air, all friends enjoying without any fear   Suddenly, the waiters pulled down the curtains The boys received calls for their locations certain Still, they took it easy, as nothing looked uncertain Some murmurs around expected situations to worsen   As the news flashed a major clash between two gang The boys thought it’s a regular Mumbaiya affair which would boomerang The bo

  Submitting my poem on “Mud” with Tetractys style.   The Tetractys contains five lines with a total of 20 syllables, divided as follows: line 1 - 1 syllable line 2 - 2 syllables line 3 - 3 syllables line 4 - 4 syllables line 5 - 10 syllables   To write a few lines is tough task to ask for all boys become men playing on it   While playing child gets hurt Mud acts first aid For every child believe in her powers As they grow connection with mud increases for they learnt their life starts and ends in mud   Now No doubt We live a Luxurious life, but still, our food is grown on that mud   The Farmers Toil, day in day out, for days To bring out the best by doing harvest   The Potter Uses clay To create the best designed pots that attract everyone .   This Mud helps a soldier to crawl inside enemy camp, destroy them and win wars .   Mud is an emotion for me and you we share a relation of mother-child .

The story of 'hirkani'  who descended the hillside of Raigad fort, Considering the cliff, the dark night, the bravest soldier would abort, Her deep connect with her wailing child, was her only mental support, Her narrative gave goosebumps to Shivaji Raje when brought to court. A good friend of mine was carrom king since school days, His deep connect with the game made him a winner when he plays, He would challenge anyone for a carrom game in a unique way, "Score one point before I win" would be his regular say. A successful teacher is the one who teachers outside the books, The one who convinces his students to invest in brains than looks, The  one who shares experiences of life through stories he cooks, He develops deep connection, never lets them off his hooks.  Every attempt to be successful must have a deep connect, The mind, the body, and the thought needs alignment perfect, The targets achieved in mind earlier are bound to reflect, This happens even if the groun

A poem on 'See' based on 'Pregunta' in the first part and 'Haiku' in the second part Pregunta (Spanish) means Question, it is a poetic debate, Questions followed by a witty but often wise answer. It is written in couplets, containing a Question and an Answer. It can go on and on, for the purpose of this submission, I touched upon 8 questions only. Haiku is a powerful Japanese poem consisting of 3 lines only having a total of 17 syllables with 5-7-5 formations. Through small verses, powerful messages are conveyed. Pregunta: Are all the things true, that I see? No, not necessary,  a person shows only what you have to see. So, how do I know the truth beneath? Interestingly, you have to see the story complete When do you say the story is complete? In the episode of life, all stories you see are incomplete This is more confusing, what is this life game? You see, a person plays different roles in each frame So, these roles change frequently or it happens rarely? The p

 The tests designed for a student has many an object Some stated clearly while many undisclosed to the subject Preparation is the prime of the objects of a test A student undergoing the exam has to prove this to the rest Presentation skills of the student being tested next Exhibiting his thought process, the student proves he is the best The exams may be written or oral depending upon the needs The result of the exams reveals the efforts of the deeds The ability to concentrate over the learning of the year, Also, it enhances the capability to remember and reproduce without any fear. The Writing habits developed to be able to express the thoughts, The reading ability improves the understanding of the places and whereabouts. The ability to be seated at a place for three hours and write, This in itself is magic in this mobile world, right? The fear of exams makes a student disciplined for few moments, Else they counter-argue strongly with their expert comments. The object of an exam or a

  “Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Vijay, Happy birthday to you!!!” Everyone clapped, whistled as young Vijay cut the cake having the cake of his favourite ‘Beetel’ car. The cake was tailor-made with a lot of creams, and a yellow colour Beetel of the famous German brand ‘Volkswagon’ standing tall true to its value. It was looking so beautiful that Vijay was not ready to cut it. However, being convinced by his parents, Anuj and Ramya, he cut the cake and then relished it. Very few instances of life, when you cut a cake and have it too. It was the 3 rd of March 2015. Vijay had turned 3 years old and the neighbours in the colony, the children around, had gathered for this fun-filled evening. After the cake was cut, there was a magic show arranged for the children, where the magician weaved magic and the crowd was laughing their hearts out. On the corner, there was a temporary tattoo maker with oil paints and children got various stuff tattooed on arms a

 12 – 12 – 12!!! A Special Date!!! This generation is special in many ways for we could experience special dates of 21 st Century from 01-01-01 to 12-12-12 and celebrate it in our own special way. Today where people need a reason to celebrate, such special dates give reasons more than one. On this special date of 12-12-12, a program was telecasted honouring “Indian of the Year” from various walks of life – sports, culture, humanity. In this program, The Life Time Achievement award was conferred to “The War Heroes of Indo-Sino War, 1962.” This award was received by Sepoy Ramchander Yadav, who was Major Shaitan Singh’s batman and radio operator and a live testimonial of the war. When he was offered the mike to express himself, he was emotional. His speech was nostalgic. “I congratulate every winner in this auditorium.   I can remember every moment of that fateful day.   The Charlie ‘C’ Company of the 13 Kumaon Regiment was led by Major Shaitan Singh. Major Shaitan Singh had tr