An Affair ..

 It started when I was doing High School in my sleepy lil hometown. During that stress full time without any warning,I found myself  into a serious affair ....  an affair  with trees! 

 Like all  people I used to like them but it was around that time that I really opened my eyes to their beauty .
May be, it occured because of those long hours of biology practicals where the swaying leaves of  don't-know-which-tree were visible from the lab window.....or during physics practicals of magnetic fields which were conducted under shady trees where, instead of  gauging  the earth magnetics I very magnetically got drawn towards the play of golden light through the green leaves on the brown earth
.Can't say exactly when the matters became so serious and don't remember about physics lessons but the magnetic attraction was sure there!
So  I started giving importance to trees. I adore d them, were in awe of  them and felt quite comfortable around them.They sort of imparted a feeling of security to me..may be  because of their being rooted  has something to do with it.
 Then I started keeping a sort of logbook where I used to draw a sketch (poorly done ofcourse!) of the trees i liked most and all the relevant info like Imli tree wasTtansen's favourite and harsingar is the one known as PARIJAT found in heaven etc. just all such type of nonsense stuff.
I was inspired to make this logbook after i read 'Shekhar'  a semiautobiographical stuff by  Adhunik Hindi writer Sachiddanand Heeranand Vatsyayan Agyeya.
In the book the protagonist shekhar created a similar book regarding flowering plants....only his recordings were QUITE different from mines  for eg. ..........Zinia flowers ......aaya jinia is found kissing with the cook near these shrubs.....and like that.
As I never witnessed and found any such stuff, my record was quite plain but  a matter of pride for me...... which was gone ..sigh!

Then one fine day the logbook was torn down by  a furious mom when she found out that instead of cramming the botanical names of plants n trees i'm doing art-meet-literature-meet-trivia kind of thing.Had she not done that i swear that book would have become equivalent to google regarding trees.The name was also very appropriate "Tree Trivia" .But the sad part is that mum even don't remember about it. When asked she simply " I've torn so many of ur stupid boks i don't remember properly." Sigh !

I liked all trees as all are unique with some  being graceful and solemn oldies, some  grave, silent monks brooding in nooks and corners, while others simply sway and sway like madly in love.Some are gaunt yet strong like our backyard guava tree which is picture perfect complete with a nest and a small hive! While others are rickety from the stem but bloom like an umbrella from the top like Harsingar - which is  constantly raining scented flowers of saffron and purest white on the earth.
 Trees of different places possess different characters for example-
The harsingar in Modinagar (my paternal home)  is sanguine n suave.The neem there is  grave, two guava trees are simple and docile and the pomegranate trees are vivid ,scintillating and humble .

 The Peepal tree in front of my house is  a noisy ,gushy and the mango trees in the school premises of Asmoli are  haughty and majestic .
In AKP.College  you can find blazing , flaming , resplendent  Gulmohar  trees and the Aamaltas in the streets near CCS University Campus are  debonair and radiant .

The karonda shrub in our backyard is very stubborn and the coconut trees here in Bangalore are no less then Majestic!

Still the coveted crown of being my favourite was bagged (it's a tie) by Gul Mohar and Amaltaas.When in full bloom both the trees are just a marvellous sight to behold.

I have experienced the beauty of Gul Mohar in its all forms. I as a kid used to go with mummy to her school every Saturday (my convent school had Saturday off) In the afternoons when I was tired of being in the library for the major part of the day, I used to lie down under the Gul Mohar and eat the flowers and leaves!  They tasted khatte i.e sour but nice. All this thanks to  mummy's colleagues -my adorable  mausis - full 60 in number, who in one way or other taught me to look at things differently. They also taught me how to apply nail- paint from the finely peeled skin of the Gul - Mohar petal! Now I know it's a common practice but at that time,it was an out of the world experience.

So trees have a dear place in my memories and I am glad .Sitting in a concrete apartment cocooned from nature , while writing these very lines its as if I am transferred under that Gulmohar shade , lying on the brown earth in the heat of May..... and can still feel that  cool of the shade on my body...  The feeling is hard to describe....... just cherished.


. I remembered about  a poem when  some of my neighbours  were discussing about the regiolnalism  getting too much in India. Not only they but we all are concerned about the rise of this idiotic feeling  of thinking one region superior then other and vice- versa.
And they locality where i lives and where i work is compeleltly devoid of any such prejudices .All I say is No cause is good enough to ignite any kind of War.   So No to  Wars of all types,on any bases. this poem I wrote for a class 2 poem competition in the year '99  and the title given by the teacher was-

                                             'Nahin Chahiye Hume Ladai..'

“नक्षत्रों के फूल स मेटे, रैना ने ली सजल विदाई

धरती के निर्मल आचंल पर ऊषा ने रोली छिट्काई

नील फलक पर सूरज चमका , कर किरणों की कलम उठाई

दर्पण से जल पर लिख डाला, नहीं चाहिये हमे लडाई.

सप्त स्वरों में पक्षी चह्के, जाग उठी कलियां अल साई

भंवरें गाने लगे तराने , बल खा कर नदिया इठलाई

‘देश हमारा इक उपवन है, ’ फूलों ने यह सरगम गाई

‘प्रेम – भाव सब हिलमिल मह्के , नहीं चाहियें हमे लडाई’ ”

This post is in hindi and i hope it will look okay on the blog..Actually these are some of my childhood poems - the last one  i wrote when i learnt about the synonyms  of night and moon i.e.rajni- rajneesh and was quite liked the sound of the words .Infact I liked the words so much that I  starteed using these terms only instead of the common Raat and  chand terms.

The other (in start) three are lines written as b'day wishes using the person's name.

जन्म दिवस की शुभ - कामनाओं हेतु..........

तुम शुभ्र घटा बन कर स्वाति
संग लिये दीप्ति विश्वासो की ,
जीवन बगिया सिन्चित करना ,
आशाआओ के मधुमासो की.                  सन॒ १९९५
बनो सर्व प्रिय तुम प्रियंका ,
सुख मेघों पर हो आसीन,
सुर भित हो जीवन कि बगिया
हो उत्कर्ष नवीन- नवीन.                          सन॒ ९६

हो सुखद स्वप्न साकर सभी
रह्ते हो जिन मे सराबोर ,
तुम बढो लक्ष्य पथ पर ऐसे;
रह जाये सब विस्मित - विभोर.                        सन॒ ९६

रज् नी के संग होता है रजनीश ,यह बात सभी को मालुम है
लेकिन इन दोनो मे क्या अन्तर है,क्या अन्तर है
क्या यह बात किसी को मालुम है?
र जनी के आते ही सब निद्रा में खो जाते हैं
र्र्जनीश के आते ही , भट्के हुए राही
पथ पर पहुच जाते हैं..

                                                                       सन॒ १९८८




When I look back, I am surprised to see some verses penned by me on a particular day of March 2003. Don't remember anything special about that time.I must be feeling real creative to do so. 

Now I am not writing much is may be as I am too ! Well,being satisfied is one of the toughest thing on planet earth as u can be happy, even joyful but to be satisfied is to be in a state of calm almost perpetually .
Upto a certain extent, contentment also means inaction. 
Contentment is an elusive state of mind but I am happy to realise that most of my life,as a kid, teenager and later as a young adult (2 stages when  people are most dissatisfied ) I was completely at ease with myself and my surroundings.Not only at ease but quite pleased  with myself and my surroundings :)  Though it seems myopic was perhaps , due to my upbringing ,done by my mother single handedly and very effectively. What ever (if there is) goodness I possess is all because of her and her simple, homely, warm and intellectual ways due to which I had such a sunny, warm,affectionate ,simple and secure  life that I never lacked anything. 
Tons of books, mugs of milk,munching on carrots,radish,guavas and sugarcanes in bright winter afternoons, sipping ice cold emerald mango panna, golden jaljeera, bel ka sharbat and thandai inj summers .... lots of sunshine, cool breeze, monsoon rains, cloudy sky,moonlit nights, chirping of birds on our backyard guava trees, ripe red and pink  fruits on the karonda shrub, different shades of  falling leaves in Autumn......that was what my life was made up of.
These were the things which kept my mind busy and my heart filled with gratitude for every thing that God has created and it helped me immensely in being secure when i moved out from the comforting  home.It gave me a rooted personality and a great sense of self esteeem which only comes when u know that u are immensely loved and cared for and I was  swayed by nothing .
For all the golden and innocent times of my life there is this poem which i wrote back then  keeping in mind that some day I will miss these days.

A tender ,small,forgotten moment
Sent from somewhere to my soul
It smiled,it laughed,enchanting me
And sacred ,delicate past unfolds..

Vivid images came rushing in
pearly thoughts in threads of gold
Long lost feelings stirred again
Old tales fluttered to be retold

As evening dawned in hushing tones
And night sky dazzled bright with stars
Sitting on the winds of wings
My heart sails away way far

When swiftly breaks the crimson dusk
And ushers a fresh new day so warm
Glittering golden scenes of yore
Shine up and smiles with same old charm

Little nothings flood my mind
Unseen fairies from bygone days
Love songs,ballads...gone with the wind
Keep rushing back in new found ways

I knew that memories never fade
And feelings dear! never ever die
A bell is chimed, a line is hummed;
And lo! these soar blue skies..

Memories are such wonderful boons
 lingering  so sweetly in our hearts
Their fragrance never leaves us ever
Love n wisdom these impart

These truly are blessings from above
Sprinkled brightly in our lives
bringing joy and sorrow both
woven  together in life's twine

It Gladdens the heart and soaks the soul
 with love and warmth,affection,care
in dark moments it help us find
An inner strength,a brand new dare

These are truly to be cherished
to be remembered, retold, again relived
So that young  plants may  know how trees
 have taken storms in their stride.

And how their humble branches curved
As God bestowed them with happy spring
To learn and pass this on and on
is a joy which only memories bring.

                                                                  March 2003.


Golden Memories

I am copying here some lines which I wrote while missing my pals, the fun ,the masti,the crying -and- making up......
These memories are devoid of insecurity and jealousy.We faced the world together then and are facing it the same way that is - the way we are ..
So. its for growing together-

Stirring Grass
Rustle of leaves
Shining morn
Which sunbeams weave;
                                                              rushing wind
                                                              blowing hair
                                                              golden leaves
                                                              in autmn air.
humble branches
(with)smiling flowers
twittering birds
and light spring showers
                                                              sunlit ponds
                                                               mirroring blue sky
                                                             radiant days
                                                            all passing by
giving turns
to glittering nights
passed awake
with starry eyes
                                                             precious memories
                                                            which linger in hearrt
                                                             of bubbling teens
                                                            of golden past
Of secrets leaked
and promises made
rosy fantasies
never to fade
                                                        Reminds of fun and
                                                        fights we shared
                                                       The craze,the frenzy
                                                        of small affairs
Enchanting dreams
And sweet temptaions
lil' mistakes
then 'agony aunt sessions'.....
                                                       Unfolds the delicate
                                                        scenes so pure;
                                                        of vibrant ,magical
                                                         days of yore
And tells us though
we are far apart
there's a bit of us
In all of ours' hearts.....
                                                         To friendship 
                                                                   -one of the greatest gifts 

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