The Piper

The Piper...

Reading 'Rilla of Ingleside' for the nth time, actually fourth or fifth time, but the nth time bit sounds good to me.. 
What is it about war that turns ordinary tales classic, 
n what poignant poem did Walter write from the trenches, titled 'The Piper'?

                                         The Piper.
When man turns against man
Against child n woman too,
When prophecies of blood
Graduate to being true,
When we call it war
And holy terrorism..
And beauty is lost
Look to the sky or prism.
Then does the piper pipe
To the heart in you?
To take up the cause
Of tunes that hold true..
For a strife free valley called Kashmir
Or a  green green zone on the hills
The piper's piping yet..
And forever will!

To college, to foolish thoughts n wise dreams!

8th July 2011:
Got loads to do, lovely weather here, bunk it, have chicken, chill! 
Surely God is taking care n I mean to rest....:-) 

Got admission in Amity Saket for B.Ed. Degree, under I.P. University yesterday,
totally time taking n money consuming process it was too,
gone are the days when one could study for 300 INR a month
:-(
Why the sad face?
Well since I'm all big now, paying for my own education n feeling it too..

n to think I had laughed at the idea of doing B.Ed.when my father had suggested!
Truly, not once have I laughed superiorly in this life, 
when that laughter has not come back to laugh at me...
But cheering up, I'm going back to college...
To foolish thoughts n wise dreams :-)

The daughter who does not eat...

What do you do when your daughter takes one hour to eat each meal?
When she just won't have food readily,
Won't drink water without being asked to?
What do you do when you are hoarse from trying to tell her,
That food is not optional,
Hoarse from telling it nicely n definitely not nicely,
N every day because you do know as a mother that food is not optional!
You find that you still go on loving your daughter"......
Ironically I don't know if that's the boon or the bane of being ma,
Does any mom?

CRAVINGS!

To crave for chocolate n get salad 
To Know not for sure the good from bad,
To crave for the skies n get the nest
To be told it's all for the best!
To want to be secure when you are free 
To want to fly n be free no more
To be tied to realities real...
To relentlessly try to soar
To be full n feel anxiety
To have nothing n anticipate
Which one, oh which one you'll pick..
Which desire will you satiate?

The picture, the drink!

This is what I saw out of the moving cab:

A green Delhi park,
A big tree,
A big man,
Grizzly beard,
Huge teeth,
Tattered clothes,
Beggar like looks,
Holding a bottle of whisky,
A plastic glass,
N the biggest celebratory smile I ever saw....
He who did not know where his next drink was coming from was definitely having his moment.....
CHEERS!

The Dreamer.

Some dreams come true 
Some don't......
Oh but the ones that do....   
Enough to make you believe
That  skies are indeed blue
And rivers run deep
Not without reason.....
But in every season ,
The flower of the time will bloom.
and some plants need a little more watering
Some dreams need a little more sweat
Some are sweet in coming true
Some truer still in dreaming!

                                                                         Sayantanee Mishra.

Turning 29!

Okay first daughter gets to type her name...
Anoushka Singh.

N now for my post..
6th June 2011:

There's a time in life when you are 15 n can't wait to be 16..

(though why it's still important I can't imagine.. There was a time when girls came out to be viewed by boys at the appropriate age of 16, now girls wear thick spectacles n study for entrance exams with equally bespectacled guys... Okay shoot me for my regressive remark, but as nature is not so up to date on gender equality n stuff, kids still make a great deal of turning 16... I always wonder at my ability to digress, but I can never really avoid it... )

There's a time when you're 29 n can definitely wait to be 30...

(n I again wonder why is that? Ever counted the joys of growing old, unless asked to do so by Cosmopolitan or Femina issue?)

The joys of being 29 for me are....

1) I can have that drink or not have it, I'm cool!
2) Duniya jaye Bhar mein, husband has to pamper me, period.
3) I get to pick my dinner n gifts, n need not be shocked by pleasant surprises...
4) The first kid is now four n need not be fed at the table, the second is not yet an option, n need not be fed anywhere!
5) I have the luxury of knowing my limitations, n it's a blessed relief not be told, you can do better... Finally the world accepts I'm doing best!
6) I can tell my little A, " you can do better!!"
7) Too many reasons, am I not enjoying it? I stop to make my case... Happy birthday to me!!!