A Soldier’s Hospital Love Story ;)

Broken I lay on the hospital bed

My brothers around me

We’ve shed blood together for our motherland

Some with broken ribs and legs, others with broken hands

Doctors, nurses rushing all around

Sub-conscious me on the bed I am bound

Numbness all over, or is it the pain

When would I get up and fight those enemies again

Hands over me I can feel

Moved from bed, stretchers they reel

Masked I lay

Oblivion, it seems so grey

Sun rays in my eyes, it seems

To open them, some struggle I have to deal

Covered in bandages

Have I slept since ages?

Dressed in white,

My condition to doctor she recites

Routine it becomes

Every day for nursing me she goes and comes

My brokenness recuperates

Warmth for her within me enumerates

Though coldness in her eyes at times I see

Whenever the wound on my head she comes to clean

Slowly I rise on my feet again

My lost confidence I seem to gain

Small walks around the hospital I take

Hearing her giggle, my legs give themselves a break

Somebody says, Bed no. 35 is hot, isn’t he?

Oh, well I think that’s me!!

Curious, I am all ears

Hearing her, my heart almost tears

Oh, not at all

I hate that unclean stubble of his

So her coldness is now not anymore a suspense

Ah, my beard, it had become so dense

Routinely, she comes to check me

Surprise in her eyes I can see

My clean shaven look bowled her over

Affection in her hands, now she showers

Her fingers on my chin feel so soft

My spirit instantly now aloft

Sparks all-around of our Chemistry

Seems, this Soldier’s hospital love story is going down in history ;) ;)

This post is written for Protest Against Unclean Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda. Tagging friends: Ashish Hablani, Sreesha Divakaran, Sindhu Devi K, Sreeja Praveen and The Little Princess   

I am writing this post in response to a tag by Anita over here.

       Other entries for the contest:

1.   Disgusted, I pull away

2.   Some things just click with women ;)

3.   And there goes the Chance !!

As the year goes by !!

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As the last few evenings of this year pass by

Reels of the past year swim through my eyes

The year that began with promises and new hope

The ones that I made when high on hope’s dope

Life swinging between extremes

Averageness, my life’s this year didn’t see

Lurking between bests and the worsts

There were some sad lasts and a few newborn firsts

Resolutions half done

Achieved a few, forgotten some

Nights when I cried myself to sleep

Attempts to understand life, oh so deep

Philosophers I could put to shame,

What mattered, who didn’t, for my miseries who was to be blamed

Writing journey this year I began

Shedding inhibitions, making blogger friends

Support in this new endeavor pouring from all ends

Health scares waking me up one fine day

Importance of it understood the harder way

When professional life seemed to be messy

There were friends who stood by like life’s blessings

Lost a best friend for life

Misunderstandings cutting relationships slowly like a blunt knife

Unnecessary Ego went for a toss

But not before creating a huge void, a magnanimous loss

Maturity I think, seeped my head a little

Breaking some notions, oh so brittle

Futile attempts to save a few close relations

The ones that made life come almost to stagnation

A handful of new friends garnered on the way

That made life bearable on harsh sunny days

Tried to be a better daughter, sister and human being

But couldn’t match the standards I set in the beginning

As another year goes by

Life slips like sand, unstoppable, however hard you try

So much had to be done

So much to be achieved, so much to be won

Regrets, Remorse of things undone

Sprinkled with a few happy moments in the year long run

As this year closes its shop

I stand again looking at horizon

Holding hope’s little fingers again

2014 - You better be a happy one

Gift wrapping a Future Country for my Child !!

I am just another citizen of this country. Yes, the kind who sees the sorry state of affairs of this land, cribs about it, laments at the condition and may be even write about it at times ranting about the happenings around. And just like my fellow Indians, I am cynical. I am cynical about the future of this country. I too worry at times about where would all this stop and how far could the condition deteriorate more.

But, yes, I do dream. Dream about positives. Dream about things getting better. Sensing hope with change in some political movements happening in the country. Feel proud when ‘mango people’ get acknowledged for their efforts.

And one of the dreams of this just another citizen of this country is a dream where some small changes happening in the country, may be, may be would lead to bigger modifications being brought in the political, economic and social  scenario of my country. May be we could be living in a better place.

A country which has fought its battles, a country which has at times been wounded, at times even lost but gradually it has become a country which has not only survived but also emerged victorious defeating the very enemies of its existence. It is such a country that I would want to gift to my child for his/her secure future.

A country free from clichés of Gender based roles: No matter how modern this country grows, no matter how much development takes place, the clichés of gender based roles still remain. It was the same when my mother was a child, it was the same when I was a child. But I hope, whenever my child comes to this world, the situation would have bettered. I wish I could gift my child a country where gender parity exists. I wish my child would not be judged on the basis of his/her sex but on the basis of his/her capabilities as a person. I wish my daughter would be able to guilt-freely handle her multinational company position and my son would not be critiqued as being hen-pecked for helping his wife in the kitchen. Ah, I so wish.

A country which is a Safe Haven: As I told you earlier, yes I have ranted about it before on this blog. But trust me, even writing about the current safety conditions of women in the country seems to be such a mocking exercise at our own self. It’s as if we have become so accustomed to hearing about these incidents these days that any new incident hardly hogs some corner space in newspapers and some quick rumbling by news anchors, leave aside the possibility of it creating some stir within our souls. I sincerely wish my child doesn’t have to see or go through this phase. I wish I could gift my child a country where safety is not a luxury available to few. I wish my girl would never have to worry about her safety while moving to another city or while coming back from her office late at night. I wish my son takes the safety of women around him as his own moral responsibility. I wish just like my wishes for my children, others too would have wished the same and would have molded their children accordingly. I so wish.

A country free from Pollution and Adulteration: Yes we all know about the effect pollution has on us. Yes it is dangerous. But, hazards of industrial pollution? What about the threat the improperly disposed bio-medical waste poses for your health? You don’t even have an ounce of idea about the ghastly effect the pollutants being emitted from those factories have on your body systems. And adulteration. The shocking truths rather not be told here. Because I know, you have read about it earlier, here and there. Because I know you would skim through this paragraph if I rant about it more. But being a part of machinery that deals with these day in and day out as a part of my job makes me worry more. And hence, I wish I could gift my child a country which has its pollution checks under control and adulteration be a word unheard of. I wish my child doesn’t have to inhale those hazardous emissions and would be able to have food that doesn’t reek of adulteration. Yes, I so wish.  

A country sans the Scams: I know I know looking at the current scenario, it seems impossible. I know there are thousands, big and small ones, going on right this very minute. But still I wish. I wish I could gift my child a country free of scams and corruption. I wish he reads about the gory details of scams and corruption in history books. I wish my child is able to trust the people who run his country and believes that they are doing his good and not only their own. I pray that he isn’t cynical like me about the future of the nation and has the flame of hope about the bright future of the nation always alive within him. Oh yes, I so wish.

A country discriminative against Discriminators: Discrimination on the basis of religion as well as promoting people from your own caste, we have seen it all. Communal lobbies exist in all walks of life, be it society, politics or your work life. I wish my child never sees them, rest alone faces them. I wish I could gift my child a country where he is judged, promoted or otherwise only and only on the basis of his mettle as a person and not just because he belongs or doesn’t belong to a particular section of society. I wish I could gift him a country where he is never asked to quote his surname for showcasing his abilities. Yep, I so so wish.

So, these are few wishful wishes for the secure future of my future child. They are here because I believe that if my country’s future is safe, my child’s future would be secured too.

This post is a part of the 1001 Gifts Activity by HDFC Life in association with BlogAdda.

Some Precious Gifts !!

It is said that our bodies are made up of five elements. Panchabhuta as they are called. I read somewhere that the cosmic quest of the universe and beyond begins with Panchabhuta elements that ultimately manifest in an enjoining method forming life force. These five elements are Earth or Prithvi; Water or Jal; Fire or Agni; Air or Vayu and Sky or Akasha. Each of these five elements has its own character and each stands for a certain unique characteristic.

So when BlogAdda gave me a chance to think about the gifts I would like to gift my Child for a secure future, I thought, could I not gift him/her the precise qualities of these elements. Well, so, here goes the list of gifts for my future child.

 I wish I could gift you the stability of Earth

Abundance you ride, never the dearth

Nurture one, nurture everything all

Oh my Child, may you always grow tall

Wish I could gift you the fluidity of Water

May you shape yourself, situations whatever

Wish you to be that elixir, one that is most sought after

Converting people’s sorrows into peals of laughter

I wish I could gift you the passion of Fire

May you hold on, no matter circumstances howsoever dire

Hope you would destroy evil outside and within you

Would stand up always for whatever is true

My Child, I wish I could gift you the power of Air

May you have the ability to blow away unhappiness, worries and despair

Inevitable you be for happiness of everyone around

Well wishes for others in your heart may always be found

I wish I could gift you the limitlessness of Sky

May you succeed always and forever soar high

From within, may you emanate a heavenly radiance

Brightening lives around with your mere presence

This post is a part of the 1001 Gifts Activity by HDFC Life in association with BlogAdda.

(P.S. - The images are obviously from Google God.)

My Friendship Diary

Nostalgia today I feel

Thinking how were we, how have we been?

Down the memory lane let me take you

Recounting all those times which are afresh as dew

Remember the day we met

Not even knowing what friendship meant

In nursery school with cute little uniforms

So unaware we were about worldly norms

Pink lunch boxes matched

Who thought that warm friendship it would hatch

Together we played

Together we stayed

Alphabets we learned

For meeting each other, at homes we yearned

So fond of each other we grew

Do you remember, we talked to others so very few

Dance we learned as seven year olds

Our bond shinning like pure gold

Mom’s lipsticks we applied at ten

Yes, hiding inside our secret little den

Remember, that brat of the colony we fought

For pushing you, lesson he was taught

Conjoined twins we were called at school

Oh, wasn’t that so cool?

Algebra, me you taught

Remember, how it made me fraught

History you never remembered

New ways of memorizing it, we found together

As the sweetness of sixteen arrived

Gazing at those boys, plans we devised

Nervous as wreck, on the first date you went

My short black dress to you I had lent

Butterflies in stomachs collective we dealt

Mushiness of first love together we felt

Cried my eyes out together with you

The day that jerk broke your heart leaving you blue

You never know but I went and punched his face

How funny he looked with his jaw displaced

Clearing board exams, together we burned midnight oils

To memorize the answers, remember how hard we toiled

How could I forget on my fewer marks more than me you had cried

In those dark days, you were always by my side

You gave up the best college for me

So that together we could be

The college wouldn’t have been so much fun

Without you and your humorous puns

Elocutions, debates, and plays we took part

Always a team, never ever apart

I know you pushed me towards that college hunk

Making me meet him and letting lectures bunk

Proxy on my behalf you signed

Remember, when caught, how you were fined

Chocolates we hogged the day before

Preparing for interview, weren’t our eyes so sore

Nervousness on the day of placement results

How panicky we were, not at all behaving like adults

Happy tears brimmed seeing you bag the best job

But it pained to think that a new city you would now hop

Entire station saw when we hugged and cried

I felt as if from me you were being untied

Phone bills increased as we talked into the night

From jobs, to bosses to beautiful city lights

The joy of our first salaries, together we celebrated

But not being with each other made this joy a little abated

Remember the time I visited you

And there we went again sticking to each other like glue

Poor your boyfriend feeling so lost without you

Years it’s been since this city you left

But living without each other is an art we shall never be adept

Our friendship and bond grows stronger every day

I hope, I pray we continue to be together life’s every single day

Sometimes I think, is there a name to this bond

How can we be each other so very fond

Ah, yes I know what is it called

It’s two bodies and one soul

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This post is written for Dove Guessing Game with my friend! Contest held by Dove in association with Indiblogger.in 

Gifts : Haiku

Myriad experiences

Emotions unnamed felt

Gift of Life

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Hidden treasures

Wrapped in beautiful colours

Smile twinkling in those eyes

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This post is shared with Haiku Heights # 314 and the prompt is GIFTS

And there goes the Chance !!

‘Are you sure this is a good idea? We don’t have much information about their strengths you see.’

‘So what, Neo. We have to survey, Remember? We have to know every detail. And how do you think we would be able to do it if we don’t go and live with them.’

‘So you are sure, you are going to live with that man, Ree?’

‘Yes. Pretty much sure.’

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‘Ree, what happened to you? Are you ok? Why are you back so soon? Are you sure you have enough information in such a short time.’

*Gasps for breath*

‘Feeling better’ – says Ree after some time

‘So, why did you come so soon?’

‘Neo, coming here was a bad idea. That thing made me so nauseous.’

‘Which thing? What are you talking about Ree?’

'How I hate that smelly stubble of that human. Yuckkk it was. The sweat dripping from his beard, the food particles stuck somewhere, the smell it emanated. Eeew.. You can’t even imagine how eerie it was for me.'

‘Oh, sounds pretty disgusting. Do you think others would be able to handle it? How about our masks? Won’t they protect us against that smell?’

‘Nooo.. They won’t. It doesn’t seem to be a good place for extending friendship Neo. Their smelly stubbles are impossible to handle. I think we should be going somewhere else. We are leaving right now. Let’s make a move.’

‘Ah, okay. As you say. It seemed to be a good planet. I loved the myriad display of

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emotions here. Had it not been for those smelly stubbles, Earth and Mars would have signed a friendship pact soon.’ – said Neo with disappointment written over his face.

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*And there went Earth’s chance of befriending Mars. All because of some smelly stubbles. Urgghhh*

This post is a part of the Protest Against Smelly Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.Tagging friends: Ashish Hablani, Sreesha Divakaran, Sindhu Devi K,Sreeja Praveen and The Little Princess   

You might also like to read other entries for the contest:

1.   Disgusted, I pull away

2.   Some things just click with women ;)

3.   A Soldier’s Hospital Love Story ;)