A Father To Teachers

"You had a problem why my daughter laughs a lot. Please permit me to mention here that now her unfortunate father is searching for her lost smile for the last few months." Rahul Verma writes an open letter to the teachers of his daughter. Read full text here:
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/home/ opinion/edit-page/An-open-letter-to-the- teachers-of-my-daughter/articleshow/ 32374884.cms?utm_source=faceboo k.com&utm_medium=referral
SOURCE- THE TIMES OF INDIA

Little Bit Happiness

Getting two candies in a single pack of alpenleibe , finding a long lost coin underneath a bed , feeling like the king of word after answering a simple question in class , finishing the class work before your pals. Well , as you all would have figured out these are very diminutive episodes of our life but having a high impact on our daily lives. I chose to call them ' choti choti khushiyaan' . So by definition these are those occurrences in our day to day life which last for only a few seconds and are ignored by most of us. But for some cheerful folks these makes us happy as a kid. As for me and those who choose to give life a closer look. They are able to enjoy those minute things which gives them a healthy break from our fast and competitive lives. Here are some of those choti choti khushiyaan- two chicks on finding out the fact that they are dressed up in same color. Lending someone your assignment to copy. Grabbing two extra pieces of cake in a birthday party. Giving ur seat to a beautiful girl in a metro thinking that she will ask for your number. There are lots and lots of events happening in our individual lives. Life gives everyone chances to smile. It is upon you whether you are taking your life too seriously and afterwards blaming it on the cruelty of life . Yeah ! I choose to smile when the rain drops fall on my hair rather than making faces and grunting. I choose to smile giving my place to an old lady . I choose to be happy giving a beggar some bugs. I choose to smile when that mad woman comes to me and ask for tea. Let me tell you the secret of a happy life. Adopt the phrase ' choti choti khushiya ' and then try giving life a smile. Yea yea i know some of you would say , " come on ! It will make us look mad" . I am not asking to every little heck of a thing. But do smile. I give my smile to that rainbow which smiles in the sunny sky after the rains. I also try forming that vibgyor reflection on my lab desk and then showing to everyone ," hey look its a rainbow " to this one of my friends replies ," huh! Choti choti khushiyaan " . I also smirk in return and then we both give our medicinal chemistry a hard laugh. (Sorry sir) :) Mark

I Can Speak English!

In India English is more than a language. It is considered as an status symbol, a symbol of literate and if you don't know how to speak English then my friend you will be considered as illiterate. Yes this is the mentality of a particular class of people, a class which has a characteristic of speaking a sentence in Hindi and English simultaneously. You must have observed the people of that class they speak like " I am about to reach huda city center..tu vahi hai na??". You must have listened to other phrases like " aunty may I talk to Nancy" aunty says " no dear she is out of town..is there any message for her" , girl says " nahi aunty bas puchna tha ki vo school kab aaegi". Come on you nightingale I would be very pleased to know if you wanna speak English then why didn't you translated the next sentence in English?. You will also notice that girls are a majority in speaking English class. Please allow me to illustrate an incident it was few years back I attended a career counselling session, there were more than 100 people attending that session , an IAS officer was guiding us. People started questioning in english, may be they want to show that they are also literate well enough but in the midst of that blah blah, my ears were attracted towards a simple sort of voice which was processed as Namaste by my brain. He said " manyavar Maine BHU se sanatak ki hai Kya ...... my ears were blocked by the first six words of his. I said to my friend " bhai BHU se graduation!!" . We both knew the value of Banaras Hindu university. I must tell you pal it is the paradise of higher education, if you get admission in BHU then the neighborhood aunty who was a constant visitor on the result day will rush to Himalayas and attain Samadhi. His first six words bombed the English speaking channels of others as we all were slackers. And I bet our 'literacy' level was nothing in front of that man. He may not be knowing the other lands' language but his degree was enough to blow the socks of our degrees. I don't understand why people convey a sentence which is a hybrid of two languages and if you are expecting an answer from me then why don't mention at the end that in what language you want my answer, should I cross breed two or produce a result of mutation of one?. Next time make sure you maintain the dignity of a language, if you want to speak English then complete the whole sentence in it. Personally I feel comfortable in Hindi because I learnt this language without reading tenses and Shakespeare. Sorry girls!

SUPERHUMAN (part-I)

He is above Bruce Wayne of Batman, Wolverine of X-Men. He is more intelligent than Tony Stark of Avengers, he is much smarter than Mr. Belfort our very own wolf of the wall street. In nutshell all heroes are nothing in front of him. And here God is a wrong answer. He is found in every family functions marriages, birthday parties, ceremonies, religious functions, you just name an event and he is there. The jack of all, the binder of two families, the troubleshooter, the most loved, the most modest, the protector. I can't assign him a name and to define him precisely is next to impossible pals. They are different from the crowd but you can't recognize them until you have eyes to notice them. They are the people who wage wars against themselves as other people are not eligible to participate in competition. Ok let's have a clear view, have you noticed the best friend of Romeo who is always there for the couple?,  he is so reliable that the Romeo can ask him for help even if the US forces are against him. He is also there in road rages, the person who solves the case before the police arrives. He plays pranks in marriages when he is young and as age advances he is the most responsible person. The pressure absorb-er. He face the ultimate problems which groom him. He has also experienced the worst case scenarios, think this, when you say that you had a close look into ferocious mouth of a tiger and if he is around then your valiant feat is nothing my mate as he will come close to you and say "son when you again meet that tiger ask him who brushes his teeth daily" and his modesty will remain intact. Now are you getting what kind of a person am I  talking about?. He is the person who is present in last rites of almost everyone, his eyes never dare to shed a drop as life has made his heart rock strong, an impact of demise of an individual is not enough to break him. He stands above all odds and mind you he is not a man without feelings because he is always there to console others. He is so experienced that even the priest consult him. He is extremely social, always there for you. He never get tired come what may. You can flaunt your degrees in front of him but he has a particular question to make you rush to covers, he may not be graduate but my friend God has hardwired him with victory. You can test him in your ally and he is always game..(to be continued)...

Nature's charm..( short description)

I am travelling from ooty to Coimbatore and my foreigner friend is constantly trying to capture every bit of nature's own territory where enormously huge trees are bathing in sunlight and small trees are receiving the checked sunlight same as parents offer things to their children after inspection and my bus is facing hair pin curve everytime the big hand of my wrist watch completes its half journey because of age old mountains. Still my friend is busy with his phone recording , even his most advanced gadget is not able to compensate the amount of love mother nature has showered on my country this makes me feel proud and gives a clear cut idea that why green colour has been given privilege to be a part of tricolour and yes I am busy fixing issues with my ears..

A magic spell !!

How are you pals? I am sure you are vibrating high energies..aren't you? and I am good too. You must be wondering why am I trying to engage you in a conversation with me as you are here to read. No because we are conversing. Yes don't you think reading is a silent conversation?. Think over it. Meanwhile I am in my mood again, I am in a mood of love, my heart is filled with unconditional love. Yesterday I was thinking how much time we spend on our better halves, girlfriends and boyfriends. Most of us never give a thought about our brothers and sisters. They are the one who know better about us, better than anybody else. They are the unsung angles of happiness in our lives. I can faintly recall when my sister was born, eyes and fist closed like a surprise waiting for me. Then she grew older her cuteness was the centre of attraction. Oh how can I forget this one, in kindergarten I went to my class teacher and said "mam meri choti behen hui hai, mei jaldi
Jau". Sometimes I wonder how lucky the kindergarten teachers are, isn't it awesome that you are always surrounded by innocence in this world of wolves?. She grew older and that gave me a designated post of a elder, but a elder whose command to his cadet was nothing. Yes, she didn't obeyed me, she should as I was crowned elder by the almighty himself. But her yelp overruled the decision of God as her yelp made my crown a rubber stamp, whatever I take in my hand her cry snatched it from me, it was like you take a toy to recruit it in your fantasy so that you can kill your enemies and then BOOM it vanishes and you see a figure taking that vital piece of equipment from you and give it to a toddler, mummy the weapon you took from me to give to a novice made the struggle long but as usual I won. Then the school days, I felt embarresed to take her to school with myself, I don't know why I did so but I did. At home in night we fought for mum's tummy, it was my territory since 5 long years but now the Hastinapur
was dived in two, with few droplets in my lenses I swallowed this. Then we both grew older taking nutrition of both tears and laughs. I don't know when we became the best of friends, I indirectly shared my quarrels, my mistakes and not at all my love. Yeah I didn't shared anything about love, you know a little margin of risk is there, what if she narrates the whole plot of your love to mom or dad?? Then all the armoury required to make a child do what parents want will be well utilized. We never shared deep seeded emotions because at that age your emotions are evil for society you see. And that sense of responsibility that you are idol for you younger sister, if you go wrong what will she learn they said. We don't know what is there in our hearts but still there is a bond strong. The reason for this great amount of love is that a invisible and strong magic power possessed by both of us , the spell which we can only use on each other the spell which yields all hidden feelings, a spell which translates unspoken words, a spell similar to the conversation of an infant and mother in which the noisy cry becomes classical music for another or a simple view of each other soothes both of them, a simple smile of mother puts the crying baby on silent mode which was not possible by others.

the cart man

Yesterday eve i saw a man in his late fifties desperately trying to pull a cart full of cement bags . There were around 8 -9 such bags and each of them weighing around 40-50 kgs. The road was very uneven full of craters making it hard for him. He had a rubber tube going around his shoulder and tied to the cart like thing. He was full of sweat running down his face. He was doing it for some 25-30 bugs. I tried to had a closer look on his face. You would have easily spotted various lines of worries on his forehead, Underlined by sweat. His eyes was still as if made of rock. They were trying desperately to control the feelings but you know its very difficult to do that. His sleeves were the witness of his hardwork. Everytime he would raise his one shoulder to wipe out the sweat and he would do this alternately. The rubber tube was making a permanent tattoo like thing on his sholder. His back had become red. As if the blood in his veins were just to blow out. Hands as tough as iron bars, face describing more than 'monalisa' painting and than ' the afghan girl' picture awarded as the best picture taken. First i thought of capturing that atrocity but then i thought it would cause disrespect to that man. My words cant describe what a picture can. But i have not seen any other face or creature with that awful mix of emotion. I just pushed his cart aiding him from behind. He greeted me with a little smile and i moved on. (marc)

Missing Someone !! (sand In A Fist )

Your caress. Your eyes asking for help in the most silent way. Your unsuccesful movement of tongue to say my name. I miss the look on your face whenever i entered the room and u tried to speak to me. I dont know whether you can hear me now and i dint knew whether you heard me when you lay there looking at me with thousands of unexplained emotions. Like a book i m desperate to read but i dont know the language. I wish i had talked to you rather than sleeping in those cozy nights or when i spent the whole night doing any work. I remember the first day of my kindergarden when i was crying hard and you hugged me. I was not letting you go. I want to hug you in the same way now. I just want you to call my name once,just once. I could give anything to spend a moment with you. I know thats impossible but if i knew i would not have slept that night. I would have spent the whole night with your hands in mine. I would have passed hours just trying to read those eyes, caressing your hair, your broad forehead. I knew you were in pain but i was helpless. I knew you were asking for help but i couldnt. The reflex shutting of your eyes when the physician injected you is flashing before my eyes. The memory of your last smile is getting fade, like a winter morning haze. I am trying hard to regain the view, but i failed everytime and the only thing which comes to my eyes is your sad face. There are a lot of things i wanted to tell you. I once took five rupee coin from your pants without telling you. I should not have forced you to do things. I find myself guilty of your condition to an extent. I should have taken care of you in more better manner. I am missing you dad in every little manner, i am missing that expression of yours when i asked for money, i am missing that scolding of yours when i did something wrong. Now when i do something bad or immoral it looks to me that you will come from behind and scold me tighlty. But alas you are not there to scold me. Please talk to me just once. Say my name just once. I miss your smile and that laugh when i showed you my results. When i do something good now you are not there to give me a smile. I want to learn walking once again holding that finger of yours. I want to say aloud your name thinking that u would reply. I know that All of that atempt of mine are futile. I can just pray to God that he unites me with you in the hereafter. AMEN (Marc)

An Indian Train Odessey

On sunday I had to pay an unplanned visit to my home city. I didn't even had time to arrange a waiting ticket. So i just bought a general ticket and took the seat no 7 in a sleeper coach which belongs to tc. I was feelin smart. The phenomenon being natural as i saved 400 rs. Till the time my train departed the sleeper coach had been transformed to a full packed general coach. My motive of writing this blog being describing the scene of my compartment. The compartment was so full, everysoul must have been praying that they dont have to visit the washroom in the whole journey. If one, in case left his place whether the sitting one or standing one he would not land on his place back safely. Besides me was sitting a mother with her small girl child. The girl was very cute and smart. Her whole journey passed just in one thing. Watching outside the window and more than that describing every little damn thing that her retina scanned. Her favourate two pet words being "jungli janwar". After every description and little fairy tale stories she would say "haina mumma". Her mother would just smile and nod her head. After every fixed interval of few minutes she would turn her head just to analyze if any food vendor was nearby. And after a satisfactory scan she would get back to her duty.her mother was so down to earth to offer me food as i was making these observations. I smiled and waved my head to symbolize a no. In that very moment the following things were happening- a man mixing his tobacco and his eyes fixed upon a beautiful girl sitting on the upper birth. A labourer sitting still without any movements and his face bearing no emotions. He was niether sad nor happy.he seemed not to have been waiting for his station also. A teen child listening to music. He was behaving like a cool dude. A vendor selling tea. A man lookng at the vendor. He might have been thinking whether he should buy the tea or not.and yes the small child with her raised eye brows asking for the tea in mute voice. Her mother said a big no and the child became gloomy but after short span she was back on her normal stories. A guy talking to his girl friend. I say gf because of his 4*6 smile ,his glowing eyes and a blushing face. A patient of elephantiasis sitting on the upper birth ( wuchereria bancrofti the microbe causing the disease. Being a student of pharmacology the whole pathophysiology was circling around in my mind. And i thought of explaining him too ). I had to stop the scan as the ticket checker asked for my ticket. I payed the fine. A nap was very necessary before my destination comes. Asta lavista baby (marc)