tete-e -tete

Sometimes the wasteful and useless Khatti are also so rejuvenating..... When we are a bit down,all the stupid thoughts seem to be the most interesting..... Sitting on our beds, half covered within the blankets,Vandita and I went on pondering about all the most stupid things which we committed during our childhood... O how beautiful were those days when we gathered all the happiness from every small li'l things.... thinking how merrily we went on shouting within our peers when we saw a rainbow or an aeroplane flying so high above our heads that we cant even trace its size and shape.... giggling at the backside when we see a girl and a boy talking wid each other thinking that they are in love, even though we never felt wats that word..The unity and the amusement when the whole class got mass punishment,plucking roses from the garden just to impress our beautiful ma'ms......Today,we just, went on rolling down wid laughter when vandi told that she could not even know when a monkey held her hands and took her with it until aunty came to her rescue.Such was our chastity that we failed to distinguish even humans from animals....sitting sadly just bcoz our frenz had more beautiful hair bands than ours....Discussing all the secrets and then telling that:"ei pls tate mo promise ,kahaku kahibuni" and then the circle continued..I still remember the way we used to fight when our mamas gave something delicious in our tiffins and we never wanted to share that. Feeling so elated when we got even half mark more than our frenz whom we thought they dont belong to OUR SIDE...... The tents we used to build wid our mamas' sarees and playing within them.....The lovely cute li'l kitchen sets with which we used to cook rice, dal and sabji out of clay, sand,leaves and pebbles...wearing sarees, bindi and lipsticks just to think how we would look when we would marry. The way we try on copying our teachers' signatures and creating one of our own in all the best possible ways....The way I always used to chat with my papa breathlessly, sleep within his round belly curling myself.......HUh.... All those things simply gave an eternal joy and peace.I still remember an incident when I was in UKG.I saw an old man selling earthen pots but none of the bypassers bought one from him... I saw the complete scene and went home. The next day,I asked mama to give me ten rupees note(that was an enogh big amount that time)..While returning from the school, I bought one pot from the old man and told him"Mausa, ethire bhata dali aau bhaja kini khaidaba.."This was the real time when we rally had a heart.. Such was the period of our childhood....But days have changed...We have grown up.. We feel embarassed to laugh at stupid situations...We never ever gasp at the blank sky and think how high it must be..The complicacies of life have started engulfing us...We search for the so called'BIGGER AND LARGER'happiness and fail to feel the pleasure in small li'l things happening around us....We sometimes feel so depressed at the stressful life, sometimes feel its boring and sometimes beautiful... We go on scanning all the events to find out wat's life? But end up with no answer.Perhaps, thats why I feel the neo natal unit of our hospital is the best place of the world...So many babies, wid pink lips,blinking eyes and their fists closed in such a way that as if God has given them all the happiness and they dont want to share them wid all of us who have slowly turned into selfish ,brutal and insensitive individuals...Just to conclude as a whole,I WISH I WAS STILL A CHILD, AWAY FROM ALL PANGS OF SUFFERINGS AND COMPLICACIES...

VOICE OF A LOST SOUL

MY heart reckons that day of rout, when the catastrophe came and went like the tides of the sea To doom the aura of a blissful life.......... Soon the nature was in harmony, But my heart still remained in a cacophony. Chirped the birds,blew the breeze, Shone the moon, twinkled the stars But I stood still and stared to find my soul lost amidst the crowd. Asks the Sun "Ain't you afraid of mt scorching heat?" Says the cloud "Won't you run away if I burst?" Shout the dogs"Won't you fret at our rowdy barks?" Buzzes the bee"Don't you praise the beauty of the rose?" Blushes the moon"Don't you feel elated when I smile?" And sparkles the star"Don't you gleam seeing me twinkle?" But I stand still and stare, with my legs collapsed and heart shrunken, And my lips quivering in abrupt silence Just to utter the desolate 'VOICE OF A LOST SOUL'