The Rainbow

Rainbow, Rainbow ! Who gave you the glow so enchanting ?
The Rarest gift thou art of nature.
Human heart thou fills with hilarity.
That VIBGYOR, the slant so enticing,
The glint after rain, the drops twinkling,
And the rays piercing thy multiple glow.


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Organised Thinking Blinds Us

When a man takes birth, he is neither Hindu nor Muslim nor Christian nor any other creed and no one shouts allah hu akbar nor had any one said har har mahadev. Above all he is only an addition to the siblings of god. But with the passage of time it is made to understand that one either is Hindu or Muslim or Christian or Baudh or Jain et Seq. And the very truth that basically one is a human being is either forgotten or becomes a secondary thing.

What I mean is that as long as we think putting ourselves at a particular point and angle, we won’t be able to appreciate the different views. For this we have to come out of group or organizational thinking when it comes to the question of difference between chalk and cheese, between vice and virtue, between right and wrong. Only an ungagged mind can call spade a spade.

They say the god could be seen in the temple, mosque, church etc, but if god exists, it exists in the hearts of human beings, in their noble thoughts, in their right actions. Saint Kabir is absolutely on dot when he says:

Moko kahan dhundhe re bande, mein to tere pass mein. 

Na mandir mein, na maszid mein, na kabe kailas mein.

( Where are you looking for me, man ? I reside inside you. Neither am I in temple nor in mosque nor in the mountains).

Much of fanaticism prevailing in the contemporary society is because we are made to think in an organized way. This organized religion or ideology does not let an individual have his own free and reasonable thinking,. Be it religion or be it politics, one can’t go beyond one’s organizational thinking. Especially in our country, we are led like flock of sheep and we don’t mind if we are led into the ditch. A political minded person will not, in majority of cases, speak against its party though it might have committed the blunder of Himalayan stature. Similarly, no one will like to count the shortcomings of own religion or ideology. Perhaps it's human tendency to prove his dog to be the most faithful and nor do I dislike it. I don’t mind people proving that their ideology is the best available in the world. What irks me is that people try to prove that any other religion or ideology or faith apart from theirs is inferior. And herein lies the crux of all human enmity and malignance.

How tragic is it for humanity that many a time patients die due to dirth of blood, but the same blood flows on roads in the name of god ! In fact all religions have taught fatherhood of god and brotherhood of mankind. Even if they had not done so, an unbiased and ungagged individual’s wisdom would say so. If this be not so, there will be total chaos and anarchy and many Indias will be created from Kanyakumari to Kashmir and Gujrat to Bengal and there will be a big question mark against the existence of real India. Therefore the following lines have much truth in them:

Khuda walo mujhe masjid mein pine do, 

Mandir walo mujhe mandir mein pine do

Nahin to aisi jagah batao jahan khuda nahin.

(Let me drink in temple or mosque or tell me the place where god doesn’t reside)

Wee Hour Dreams Turn Out True !

Finding me reclining unwary that frightful night, the sleep had overpowered me.

Was it a sleep or was I half awake when in a world different and dreadful found I myself !

The two figures with faces so dreadful and spear like tools matching their look suddenly appeared.
Had they come, as they avered, to carry the command of their master, the lord of Death.

‘‘Move away,’’ Cried I to them as fearful they looked, “Why ye have so appalling a form ?”

 “To those whose life is full of sins, surfeit and inhuman deeds, do we come in the form same”, thus  answered they.


“But to the virtuous man for the sake of humanity who lived, look we so enchanting and suave.
  Full is your life with sins we had but to come in the form most frightening,”  grumbled the duo.


So to take lifebreath out of me had the ugliest figures come, this now I had realized. 

Poking and whisking with their spear like tools, the pain untellable they gave to me.


Counting, recounting and reminding my sins, utter torment they poured on me.

 Reaching at the acme of pain and torture, hurled they me into the world another.

Before me  now  was a kingly face with the crown so fascinating adored he on his head. 

But soon those two detestable figures turned up again with same the face same the tools.


"Carrying your command this sinner we brought out of life to you,” said they in unison so harsh. 

And begin  now  theyto sing and recount my sins which outnumbered the virtues had I done.


“You are damned,” Pronounced the Death with the voice robust, “ Hurl him into the Dungeon".
Getting thus the decree from the Master, the two figures rushed forward to obey and fling me.


But startled  woke I up by the voice of my wife as she was there with a cup of tea. 

Hugged and clasped I her and thanked for saving me from those callous hands so unkind.


While sip by sip took I tea with mind elsewhere aghast and shocked.

Was it a dream or was I half awake !
Might it come true as had I had it in the wee hours of morning !

The Time That Was

The time came and passed ! How, not I know.
Unnoticed slipped it away as movement of a cat.
But memoirs remain and return 
As etched they are to my mind.
Indelible they are as the wounds of unrequitted love.
Naieve was the childhood and modest the school.
No hankypanky nursery, no LKG nor the KG,

But straight It was into grade 1st after six.
Brilliant called me my pals, same endorsed the teachers.
Always first I stood but no celebrations, no party of today.
Rustic was life, no chocolate, no icecream,
It was only baked cornbread with gurh.
Darned clothes, darned shoes, yet no malice, no worry.
Rains did drench us but no pain, no illness, only play and gay.
Bat Handmade and rags stitched into compact orb,
Thus was cricket ball with forsaken stump our wickets.
Holiday was the turn to take the cow and bulls to the woods
To return at dusk with the herd retaining the number same.
Such were the days of gaiety and play,
Which I relish to remember and say.

Honesty Pays!

We often say that the modern world is not an ideal place for the honesty-lovers as corruption and dishonesty have become the order of the day. But, I feel that come what may honesty has always its own reward irrespective of age and environ. Honesty pays or even if it doesn't, it has its own gift - a solace that is not easy to attain and retain in this wicked world of materialism.
It so happened that I was to go to Shimla from Kumarsain. Getting no bus from the bus stand, I had to walk to the nearby high way. While I was ambling to and fro waiting for the bus, suddenly, a white gypsy stopped just before me and the driver offered lift to Shimla. I, with two or three other guys boarded the gypsy, which the driver told, belonged to some public representativel.
On the way, I was ruminating as to how much money the fellow was going to extort from me. Meanwhile, some two guys got down the veichle. They did not give any money to the driver nor did the latter ask for. I took it for that the guys might be known to the driver.
later the driver offered to drop us at the DC's office at shimla. I happily approved the Idea. He dropped us at the DC's office. While getting down the gypsy, I took out a hundred-rupee note and pushed it towards the driver. To my surprise the fellow said," Janab, Muzhe haram ke paise de kar paap na karao." (" Sir. please don't allure me to commit a sin by offering me unjustified money.") Hearing this from him, I was overwhelmed and I saluted him in the heart of my heart. He could have easily mustered about Rs 1,000 on that day, but perhaps his soul was alive. I often am reminded of the incident and it fills me with reverence for that driver and I would salute him as many times as I could.
On other occasion, I was taking my kids along with my wife to the hospital. We boarded a bus to the high way and got there down to get another to the hospital. My wife suddenly realised that the small lovely purse she had bought  for our little daugter Aparajita, was missing. After a brief husband-wife brawl, the matter was forgotten.
On one fine morning an unknown fellow tracked us down and told that he had got the purse that, he thoght, was Aprajita's. My little daughter dannced gleefully while my faith in honest way of living further got cemented. I had no reason to think against the thinking- Honesty pays!