Cinderella Seconds

-Ashish

Sweetness

I read her, by the river Ganga; poetry personified 
Words, her eyes spoke, paused time and tide
Libretto penned, with her touch of amenity
Fortunes spent, in her serene vicinity
She is utterly bitterness not
A sugary bite or,
A tooth fairy?
She is
Sweetness 

--someone

Poem: Summery

As the dusk dawns,
                        to wave bye-byes
We squeeze our pillows
                        with moist eyes
Savvy of our home’s worth
                        the very last night
with bagsful of wishes,
                        we board the return flight

On our one-way journey
which they call life

Far away from the shelter of adumbral trees in the
backyard
Tropical afternoons surpass in quiet, slumber
boulevard
Along the blooming gardens
                        where we wallflowers grew
Days began with vital tea
                        which our mothers brew
With them watering nurture
                        how green stood the trees
under the humid siestas
                        Of long summer spree
which we passed swimmingly
                        filling our wisdom journals
with morals from our Grandmas’ tales
                        and zest of their mango pickles

On our one-way journey
which they call life

Gathering bits and peanuts to shape our
borrowed nests
the alluring urban villages welcome us
into its din and dust
We settle on the highways and beyond
                        behind anonymous neighbourhoods
in uncaring matchbox colonies
                        ofthe civilized concrete woods
We scuttle arranging temporary fixes
                        as overhead sunshine gleams
to claustrophobic cubicles
                        chasing pretentious dreams
Strolling with the conventions
                        we linger in the rat race
and spend sleepless, maudlin midnights
                        with two hundred songs to Rishikesh

When the season seems out-of-order
we turn our days to weekends,
In the starry openness,
by the riversides,
we wander
in trail of healing valleys
Taking tranquil naps and sin-free dips
we comeback to resume our strife
from the sabbatical road-trips
which we call life

To the metropolis summers
Acceptinglore anddope
to endure
with much hope

From the water-can bearers
who walk several steps
to clench our thirst

the rickshaw pullers
waiting with beads of sweat
for one passenger

the dehydrated birds
which fly back
from the arid balconies

To the preoccupied placesin pursuits concurrent
With the uncharted flavoursand toasty savours
Of sweet escapes and seldom homecomings
Where freedom and kindness rains
In this one-way journey
Of Changing seasons
We call
Life

-Ashish

Poem: Morning Tea

Milk makes you mighty

but someday that’d decay

because life is tough,

on this Milky Way.

So, add some essence,

let Tea leaves cast a spell

and wait for the herbs, 

to seep-in well.

Then, savour vitality,

in the little cardamom seeds

and in ginger-shaped randomness,

in your regular deeds .

Worry not about the aftermath

because sweetness has none

And, keep stirring Sugar, 

Until, you’re done.

Leaf through the Daily,

and take a yawn

Sip in the morning tea 

and, keep moving on.

-Ashish

Rant: the good days

We talk about development and about good days
and then there are sources
Bad, evil
who pull us back, back into the orthodox times
and thoughts so backward
yet they dare to preach it to the public
Stupidity is shot and sold in open markets
With hoardings showing fancy faces
and advertising plastic promises
And we talk about development
while disrespecting our own roots,
making judgments based on half-baked theories
coming straight from the corrupt minds
of Bad, evil
sinister ministers playing strip poker with us;
a game which we always lose
and get lost in the madhouse maze
of unsolvable paradoxes with bilateral answers
of which to believe, we are not sure enough
and while we think and send some of our brainy representatives
to put forward our say
on public debates where curtains fall
before a conclusive climax
which are held on expensive podiums
owned and run by
the Bad, evil
criminal minded shenanigans who broadcast filth in broad daylight
and have the audacity to hire defence lawyers
to justify their intended crime
and then some black coats are found,
just ‘black coats’ because there’s no human in there,
waving their participation into the missions
of hiding dark deeds in darker coats
making uncountable victims’ resilient tears collect
In the dusty, old and unread files
on a shelf of a slacker’s office
and censoring every quiet shriek of openness
and banning every bit of thoughtful art
which died in a want to yell the bitter truth
to an audience, oblivious of logic
and we talk about development
where people still need to be fed by a spoon
about the basic facts of being normal
providing a vulnerable, dirty habitat where
Rises the Bad, evil
which comes back again and again in different avatars
of demagogues, lecturing hate
of lawyers, advocating lies
of godmen (fraudmen), preaching terror
hurdling us, on our path towards the good days
pulling us back, back into the orthodox times
from where, we the junta
have been trying to free ourselves
by voting for the lesser corrupt
and they win, the prodigal hooligans
who vandalise every street with their dominion,
and spray cans
with which they paint every wall in dark bold letters:
RULES THE BAD, EVIL
giving out the idea of dystopia
and we fall for it
and we walk along with it
keeping an eye on the clock, waiting
with a few, quiet outcries
for the good days.

-Ashish

Poem: A Sheer Canvas

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
But, Red is in Blood
Blue is in Sorrow too
O’ painter, show me more colours

Sunflowers are Yellow
Leaves are Green
But, Yellow is in Dirt
Green is in Greed too
O’ painter, show me more colours

Lilies are White
Roses are Black
But, White is in Tinge
Black is In Tragedies too
O’ painter, show me no more colours

O’ painter, I choose to be lucid as Water

Unbiased as the Sky and Crystalline as Glass
Paint on me no stained, racial Matter
Let me be honest, and label me,
“A Sheer Canvas”.

-Ashish

Haiku: Cage

Indian Rodent, lusts

in a vicious, tortuous cage

for ‘Merican cheese

-Ashish

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Poem: Mockery

He helped her to her home

                homed she felt in his company

Accompanied his pocket, a rose, a dream and a little comb

                combed, groomed, he was all set for flattery

Flattered was she by his boyish affection

                Affected was he by her imperfect spirit 

Spirited they were together, it was perfection

                Perfected to be each other’s true grit

But that evening was as blue as blue ink

                Inked on a paper, his words took a stand

Stood on a knee, he proposed; her eyes didn’t blink

                  Blinked to see a Red rose in his Right hand

Handed slyly, the epistle was crumpled in his pocket

                   Pocketed back was the truth, which tried to shock

Shocked but with no Ruth, yet she expressed fret

                   Fretted by her awe, he began his talk.

Talked like a jejune, he confessed his intent

                  Intended something else but he staged another act

                

                “That was just a gift,

                        which you always wish

                    To have an idyllic drift,  

                        like in poems so bookish

            That was all it was,

                        A moment from tomorrow

            Which you will pause,

                       With the one you’ll laugh and sorrow”  

                                

Acted like she believed his false sketch 

                She Sketched back a cordial lock intact.

-Ashish

Haiku: Epitaph

Lived more in the much

He lived; but died, only one time

The gravestone smiled

-Ashish

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Haiku: A falling Star

Serene Night sky

Few heads discerned

As The Star sank

On a closer scan,

The dark sky was indeed, ebbing glory

And The Star, a Mogul.

-Ashish

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Poem: Obituary

Our Faces, bequeathed behind, stared at the face which eternally strayed,

Which smiled back from the Sliding reminiscences of halcyon seasons,

One last time, accepting the eulogies we chirped, before it began to fade,

May be, into an Outside, from where the Paradoxes would find reasons.

May be, from that unseen distance, where the jumbled enigma would juxtapose,

the enlightened face of the newcomer would shriek out in an attempt to echo,

Dumbfounded, it would exclaim to itself, “Ah! It was right there, I’d been so close!”

But, the answer would never reach our sceptical faces, soaked in assumed fiasco.

But, anyways, we will resume our endeavours with the remaining faces,

Of which, some will suffice enough, some will espouse sundry thirst,

And some unforgettable faces who will leave us with little or no traces 

For whom, to sing the newly written eulogies, we will be the first. 

Faces will go and Faces will come, 

Phases will go and Phases will come.

And then, one day ...

-Ashish 

One More Haiku - Set 1

                                                                                      I

Vivid shades on
Bags packed; outré trance on mind
en route, a road trip

II

Spirituality springs
Saints, Hippies and Sinners swarm
On the Ghats of Ganga

III

Robed in Maroon
Marooned, whirling Lakhor
In trail of Nirvana

IV

Frosty twilight killing
And, arid timber kindling
Comfortable warmth

V

Relished each frame
Eyes on the aft of the dark Alps
As the Moon ascended   


VI

In the quiet canopies
Tranquil slumber is shaken
By the sombre, howling Mountains

-Ashish

Be a Miracle worker

Hello Reader, 

It was the time when Anna Hazare’s Anti-corruption revolutionary act was in full throttle and majority of our countrymen seemed to be greatly inspired by the entire buzz going on, watching the new-age Satyagraha happening full-house in Delhi, live on their television screens, supported by superstars, activists and yoga gurus. The amazing part about such acts is that a lot of attention seeking pseudo-nationalists and politicians of the opposition parties, wanting to steal the thunder, start to join these campaigns and set a perfect example for us to realize and understand the Hindi proverb “behti Ganga mein haath dhona”. 

They never kept up with their pre-election campaign manifestos but were present, with their full energies, orating strongly written speeches, at any little gathering organized in support of Anna Hazare and his Anti-corruption Movement.  It was happening in every state and every small and big city. Conducted by either the local opposition parties or the vocal youth groups, these little campaigns, in support of the bigger cause, were happening everywhere.

It was happening in my hometown too. I was there at that time and I too had witnessed the sudden rise of patriotism in everybody. The local opposition party leaders set public stages for themselves where, using loudspeakers, they were telling people how if they would have voted for them, the state would have been free of corruption and would have made an exponential growth and blah-blah. At the same time, corruption was also in its good health. A private construction company was given a contract to build the sewerage system for the entire city, which till date is not in working condition.  And the people, resilient and helpless as always, accepted it and were happy with what was served to them. Nobody bothered to question the local politicians about all the money spent on constructing the sewerage system. People were too indulged in the twenty-four-seven media coverage of the Anti-corruption movement which pushed them into living in a delusional, dreamy Utopian society.

What was left behind, after all the heat chilled down, was the same old bad condition of roads, broken sewerage, unhygienic disposal of the city waste on barren lands and complaints of the citizens, unspoken to the deaf government.

Many Indian cities still have open drainage system which runs in front of every house in highly populated residential colonies. The waste water flow of these drains are often stuck due to the collection of polythene bags and other non-decomposing waste items which are contributed by nobody else but the same people residing in these populated colonies.

So, before complaining and blaming everything onto the government and municipal workers, one should make sure that they themselves are not involved in such wrong practices. At home level, it is every citizen’s duty to look forward that the waste produced at their residence every day is being disposed properly because, cleanliness begins at home. We all want our houses to be clean; ourselves to be clean and even our inner soul to be clean then why do we dirty the outsides?

Often it is seen that the garbage collected every day is thrown out, on open barren fields because there is scarcity of big common dustbins.in every street. Open drainage adds to the dirtiness and welcomes germs, mosquitoes, flies and diseases like Malaria, Diarrhea, Dengue etc. creating a totally unhygienic condition for living. Whenever someone wants to spit, spits. Where ever someone feels to pee, pees. They are habitual of doing it; for them it’s as casual as drinking water.And swags, spitting chewing gums, would kick a can of coke with their toes on the road and crush it with their canvas soles. And then someone would say “Eww! Who wants to live at such a dirty place? You must visit ‘Merica, dude.” But, the swags won’t find cheap labour there, unlike here, where they would dirty the city all day and then numbers of poor sweepers, rag pickers and janitors would have to clean up all the mess.In train travels too, passengers often leave behind used or unwanted stuff on their berths before leaving and also, throw crushed plastic disposables, packets and bottles under their berths or out of the window from the moving train. Hypocrites are everywhere; culprits everyone. Nobody would step up to make a change, to stop someone from littering freely or for at least not dirtying the place. Those who actually and truly stand up are very few in number for cleaning such a big country. We need more volunteers for this good cause. And today sounds like a good day to begin. Are you in?

Well, let’s see what we can do at a basic level.

  1. Stop blaming the administration. Let us begin the work. We are equally responsible for it. 

 2. If there is scarcity of big common dustbin, try to contribute among your neighbours and buy one for everyone’s common use. 

 3. Don’t litter and don’t let litter. 

 Thanks to my young cousin, Shashank, for this one

  4. If you can’t clean, don’t dirty either. 

  5. Disposing the garbage properly. Organic wastes (vegetable waste, paper etc.) and Inorganic wastes(plastic, metallic objects etc.) should be separately treated. 

So, Volunteers, I hope you follow these steps regularly and we can hope for a clean, Swachh Bharat very soon. A great inspiration for us which I would like to mention is a group named ‘The Ugly Indian’ which is a Bangalore based community started with an aim of making our country cleaner by methods of spot fixing, repairing and following the motto: Stop speaking, Start Working. Kaam Chaalu, Muh Band. And after this initiative, a wave was spread all over the country and various small teams came up to clean and spot-fix their surroundings.

See what miracles can happen if we all unite for cleaning our mess ourselves. Here are a few before and after photos which portray the change, the beautification of the places which were ugly. These have taken place all over the country. 

Courtesy: The Ugly Indian

Our Prime Minister Mr.Narendra Modi has already waved the green flag for the Swacch Bharat campaign which needs the participation of each and every person of this country. And now, the Olympic relay flame of bringing the much needed change has been taken over by Millennium’s Super Star Mr. Amitabh Bachchan, who is going to lead us for this nationwide campaign, in association with Dettol and NDTV. Banega #SwacchIndia. You must all participate.

I would like to sum up this post with a poem.

Here to a cleaner India. Swag स्वच्छ भारत, स्वतंत्र भारत।

Step up for this noble campaign,

Keep your surroundings neat and smugly

And don’t let anyone ask again,

How can you live in a city so ugly?

Don’t let the swags drain your brain,

Shun the red spits, ban the litterati

And don’t let anyone ask again,

Is that a contemporary graffiti?

Wait for none, Plant the grain,

It will grow into a United Dustbin

And don’t let anyone ask again,
Where should I throw the napkin?

Come on, Volunteer, let’s begin this chain

For a healthy, Cleaner India, less Cynical

And then, don’t let anyone ask again,

How is it like to witness a Miracle?

-Ashish

Thank you Indiblogger

Dettol and NDTV

for this promt.

Safety OK Please

 

Hello Reader,

 

Working in an IT firm, once our team had to perform a skit on a fun event. We decided that we’ll work on an entertaining act which will also have an important social message for everybody. We all agreed to go with a message on road safety. Because, may be, we all knew that all other things can be taken care of but not accidents. And going by the definition of accident: it is an event that takes place without one’s foresight or expectation. Accidents are inevitable and you never know what it might do to one’s life.

Every day, numerous people move out of their houses in their cars or bikes, with certain personal responsibilities on their minds, helmets on their heads and seatbelts across their chests onto the crowded roads with unpredictable traffic. A man might have promised to his wife and child that he would be back early in the evening but he does not always gets to decide that. Some rash, drunken driver may change that man’s and his family’s fate forever. Even though, it would be unintentional.

Imagine if you are that person because of whom a wife lost her husband and a child lost its father. How hard would it be to live with that guilt? Once you go out on the road, another responsibility, apart from your personal ones, that should be on your mind is your fellow motorist’s safety.

To avoid these road hazards, one should always be aware of certain precautions and bring them to action every time they ignite a vehicle. Here are a few quick tips which you should keep in mind while driving your vehicle.

1.        Not Losing Temper

 

While driving, you should always be calm, composed and have a stable mind. Even if it is a bad day, you must not release your frustration while driving, be it raising pressure on the accelerator or applying sudden brakes. They are both injurious to the driver and the people around him.

 

 

2.        Don’t be rude, give way

 

If a fellow motorist or an ambulance alerts you, let them overtake you if it safe enough. Don’t race with them. If you see a car wanting to take a U-turn on a busy road, wait for them to pass. Being patient will make you a great driver. And also, you’ll earn respect and goodwill gestures from the fellow drivers.

 

3.       Knowing the Signs

If you are influential, getting a driving licence in India is very easy. Sometimes, the applicants don’t even have to take the driving test. They simply get it. Yes, can’t deny that, it is true. And once they get the license, not everybody cares to learn the basic signs and rules. If you see a sign alerting you about a school ahead, it is your duty to take it seriously and go slow and make no noise.

 

4.        Slowing down on turns

 

Because drifting looks good only in the movies like Fast and Furious. In real life, it can be lethal. It is always suggested to slow down the speed near dead turns, especially while driving in the valleys. Along with that, honking the horn and using dipper at the night helps notify your presence to the driver on the other side of the turn.

 

5.        No talking while driving

Phone calls can be postponed. Even though, hands-free earphones and speakers are available, it is always better to avoid the phone calls because it might steal away a lot of your concentration, you’d need to keep your eyes on the road. And, if it is really important, finding a safe spot on the roadside and stopping there to pick up your call is always advisable.

 

 

 

 

6.        Maintaining proper distance

We were always taught in the school, during the morning prayers, when we stood in queues that we should strictly maintain a one-hand distance among us, so as to not disturb the students next to us. A similar discipline is needed when you are driving. If a proper gap is not maintained, possibility is that you suddenly apply brakes after driving at a good constant speed and there is a car behind you, whose driver might not get enough time to react and would come dashing right into you.

 

 

7.        Don’t Rush and Rash

 

It is better to be late once than prefixing the tag ‘Late’ before one’s name forever, right? Everything can wait, so slow down your vehicles’ speeds and do not rush.

Many youngsters often get influenced watching their favourite star driving at a speed unreachable on Indian roads or cutting through, from between two cars. They watch it, love it and then repeat it. Nor is it as cool as it looks on the screen neither is it as safe as the stuntmen make it look. Rash driving should absolutely be avoided because there is no excuse for it.

 

 

8.        Drinking kills anyways

And, as I mentioned above, having a stable mind while driving is very important. After having a few drinks, you might feel like the king of the world but that would not immune you from any kind of unfortunate mishap. So, if you really can’t resist drinking at a party, better take a cab and save yourselves and the people, whom you might run over.

 

9.      Following lane discipline

      Frequently shifting the driving lane might confuse the other drivers. If you have to turn left ahead, move to the left lane slowly, giving the indicators. The sudden shift from the right lane to turn left is definitely a bad idea. Also, knowing the speed limits is very necessary, especially on the highways. Usually in India, the lanes from left to right are for 30, 60 and 90 km/h respectively. This is why the drivers driving the heavy trucks are advised to take the leftmost or the middle lane, so that the other lighter vehicles can overtake them, using the rightmost lane.

 

 

10.     Brace yourselves

Last but not the least; make sure that you are on a safe side. If you are on a bike, wear your helmet and if you are on a car, never forget to put on your seat belts and having air bags would be a plus point.

 

I hope that you’ll always follow these driving etiquettes whenever you go for your next drive and will always make sure that you being on the road should not trouble others.

Now, I would like to sum up my say in form of a short poem.

Enjoy and Drive Safe.

A smiling sun rises, you take a bow

Sipping morning tea, a face full of glee

Lost in all the zeal, you’d never know

From where, which tree might fall upon thee

To return back safely, to your Queen

Off to your battle, you take an earnest vow

Alas! You meet the mishap, unforeseen

And she cries out loud, “Oh! Dear, where art thou?”

God Forbid, let that just be a nightmare

Carry with you, your armour and your brace

Crown your head, and always be aware

Better late than Late, So, slow down you pace

 

Don’t fight against the fellow charioteers

Let no guilt kiss you, be spotless of disgrace

For welcoming death, become not volunteers

Yet Again, Slow, Steady and Safety, wins the race

 

 

Do you know about NSDF?

 

Nissan Safety Driving Forum is a campaign started in 2012 by the well renowned Car manufacturing company Nissan Motor Co. Ltd. It aims to promote safe driving practices and etiquettes in many major Indian cities. They look forward to spread the message of safety nationwide and their main concern is to change the mindset of the masses who many a times neglect being cautious.

You can read more about the Forum here: NSDF

I ‘d like to thank NSDF
and IndiBlogger for this promt.  

 

-Ashish