There And Here

(A poem posted in Sajha.com in December 16, 2007)

There are tall mountains,

And deep river valleys

Here are little hills,

Skyscrapers and alleys

There is Tyamke

Peaked to touch the sky

Here are seven Worcester hills

Not so much high

There are narrow trails and walkways

Going up and down

Here are the networks of wide roads

Full of cars all-time-all-around !

I ask a question to myself

And all concerned

When will there be like here

In education and development !

Apple-picking

( A poem posted in Sajha.com in September 28, 2008)

It was Saturday last week , early morning
A Maths professor proposed me to go for apple-picking
My wife was much excited for going
My little daughter said-it's fun to go for apple-picking!

It was the Brookfield apple orchard
About eighteen miles drive by a car, not so far
The orchard was on the top of a hill
I was surprised seeing there so many people!

We picked the apples and filled our bag
We ate delicious juicy apples - Empire and Mac
People come here by cars to pick apples fresh
Enjoy apple pie, walk around and make them afresh

Our apples of Jumla go in trash
No transport there and apples make no cash
When do people of vision come to power?
Make our hills full of money shower !

Anyway I enjoyed apple-picking there
So did my family, other friends and the professor
Spending three hours in the orchard
We came back home all together !

My Beard

(A poem posted in Sajha.com in September 16, 2007)

I was desperately waiting for them to come
I was envious of the bearded people around my home
I was so excited when finally they came
But
I needed to pay an extra rupee for the first time to shave them
Later I found them more annoying to me
Razors, creams and aftershaves were beyond a rupee
It’s too much
Friends who shave every other day
Sometimes tease me as I do so only on Saturday
My wife hates them much
Spiky, sharp and bothering as such
Yesterday morning
She got a hundred kisses from my little daughter
But I got none
She just said
‘Daddy your beard should be gone’!

A mouse and a tooth fairy

(Posted in Sajha.com in JULY 05, 2008)

" Daddy, you know, the tooth fairy gave me a dollar for my lost tooth!" she was so excited, " You know, last time she gave me only two quarters but today I got a dollar - see this !" My little daughter grabbed a dollar bill from under her pillow and came to me saying this very early morning today. This reminded me my childhood right away. My dad pulled out my wiggled baby tooth and said, " Put it in fresh cow dong and throw it over the roof saying that - hey mouse, take my old tooth and give me a nice new one !" Here is the point - both of these are forms of beliefs and traditions, or better say - kinds of superstitions. Does a mouse really take away our old fallen tooth and gives a new tooth? Never. Does a tooth fairy exist and give money/gifts to the kids, taking away their old teeth? I don't believe so. The replacement of a fallen tooth is a biological process and it will be replaced in course of time. It will neither be given by a mouse or a tooth fairy ! But the reality is that - If you are in Rome, do as Romans do ! Anyway, follow the tradition and culture to survive in the society harmoniously !

Just a nice remainder of my remote childhood !

A new life

Married to the last but one daughter from a family of seven daughters and two sons, he started a new life in his twenties. He was now the leader of his family of three members. The flow of time was really smooth for the family for the next eleven years. The family expanded to have four new members with three sons and a daughter.

The early days

Born as the youngest child in the family after one brother and several sisters, he lost his father in his early childhood. He was brought up by his mother and the brother and sisters. The brother got married and left the place to set up his own new home. The sisters got married and went to the homes of their spouses. He had an uncle too, but he used to play tricks rather than helping the family out. Therefore, his childhood became a kind of hard and tough !

Why is this?

In the Eastern Hills of the Himalayan country, a man of determination was born almost seven decades ago. The path before him had twists and turns, bushes and thorns and waves and storms. However, he fought with time and managed to come a long way. I am writing mostly about his perseverance to bring up his family and about myself and my experiences in this blog !