Big chocolaty eyes filled with wonder
Dark curls flying around his head
A smile… mischievous, trusting, angelic
Her beautiful, beautiful boy…

Every night as the boy goes to sleep
A contented smile plays on his lips
Happy and safe in his mother’s arms
Her beautiful, beautiful boy…

And she weeps, of the time to come
When her embrace will not be enough
She weeps for the day he will grow up
Her beautiful, beautiful boy…

When reality will rear its ugly head
The wonder will disappear from his eyes
The smile replaced by hurt and confusion
Her beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy…


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This poem was first published at my blogspot blog here on 10/07/2007


He toddles along in front of her eyes
Hopping and jumping, as she watches with a smile
Suddenly, his foot catches without any warning
He spreads out his hand, as he is falling

As she watches him tottering and stumbling
Her heart skips a beat… and then starts pounding
She reaches out a hand… but stops herself mid way
As he straightens up and moves along on the pathway

She let out a deep breath, as quietly as she could,
Ah! the pain and the understanding that is motherhood
Knowing she cant always protect her little son
Only allow him to learn…learn with every fall and stumble


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More than a poem this is a memory of my childhood.  Having spent my early childhood in UP, a region dominated by hindi speaking population, I can’t help but write in hindi about my childhood.  Writing about it in english kind of takes away from the nostalgia.  So over to my nostalgic memories…

नानी की उँगलियों से बालों मे तेल लगवाना
सर्दी की धूप मे सूखती रजाई पे सो जाना
रात को अंगीठी की सेक मे कहानियाँ सुनना
सुबह के कोहरे मे रजाई से बाहर ना निकलना
कितना मीठा था बचपन का सपना…

स्कूल खुलते ही गर्मी की छुट्टियों का इंतज़ार करना
नानी के घर जाने से ज्यादा ट्रेन मे बैठने की खुशियाँ
दोस्तों के साथ पत्थर मार के आम तोड़ना
मीठे तरबूज़ खाके खुश हो जाना
कितना मीठा था बचपन का सपना…

बारी बारी दोस्त्त की साइकिल चलाना
छोटी-छोटी बातों पे रूठ के रोना
वो लड़ना झगड़ना और मनाना
अपनी ही गुडिया की शादी करके उदास हो जाना
कितना मीठा था बचपन का सपना…


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A red balloon flies across a blue sky

All out of breath chasing a butterfly

Dirt of the playground on his jacket

He falls and gets up to play again

Cold wind blowing in his face, lifting his hair

The hot sun taking bite out of the cold air

Sliding off the slides and see saws

Making new friends and shaking hands

Happily playing with his new friends

As his smiling mother watches, from the bench

A good day, this, the last day of the year

A new day and new year await you tomorrow!

New year, new days, new possibilities…

New bedtime stories, new discoveries…

A new world awaits you everyday!

A happy new year to you my son!





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Sita - RamMy write up on Sita as a strong character in the epic poem Ramayana generated some strong views. A comment from one of my friends got me thinking. What about Lord Ram. The main lead in the entire story. The Ramayana had been a gargantuan effort by Maharishi Valmiki, to describe the virtues that a MAN should live by. Ram is referred to as Maryada Purushottama, literally the Perfect Man. He was the husband of Sita, the perfect woman.

True the acceptable norms and virtues, change with time. Each era has its own acceptable code of conduct. However, something as timeless and eternal as Ramayana applies even today, with era based interpretations, of course. There is that word again! Interpretations… So lets see what kind of a husband was Lord Ram. I would not deign to try and comment on Lord Ram as a Man, the epitome of all things right and correct. However, I believe I can still have an opinion on Ram’s role as a husband, from a woman’s point of view.

Now Lord Ram was above reproach when it came to how he handled his duties as a son, as a king, and as a brother. But how about his duties as a husband?

Lord Ram was after all put on this earth in human form. And like all humans, he too succumbed to emotions of jealousy, caving under public pressure, forsaking his wife. Does that make him an “Imperfect Man”?

Lord Ram peacefully conducted himself through the golden years after his birth, his childhood, initiation, and marriage to Princess Sita. He was the ideal son, obedient, respectful of his father’s honour. He was a perfect elder brother to his three younger brothers. And he was an attentive and loving husband to his wife, princess Sita.

Then adversity struck. As a chance to show mankind a way to conduct itself in adversity, Lord Ram kept his parent’s honour and went into exile. (more…)

Birthday cakeThere was a time when on the 12th of every month I remember asking my mom if it was my birthday. And could I have my birthday party today! How cute and silly I must have sounded.

But those days are long gone. With time, I grew older, less cuter, and more worldly wise. (There is so much meaning to the word ‘worldly wise’). So now birthdays make me sad. Several reasons for this turn around in my feelings for my birrthday. My top 6 list of reasons is:

1. Of course the number of candles on my cake keeps increasing every year. Although my friends keep assuring me that I dont look it! But what else can friends say!

2. The number of calls you get in the middle of the night reduces as your friends grow old with you. They are probably conked off with their insomnia medicines!!! (Thank god! as you yourself popped one sleeping pill just an hour before midnight anyway!) (more…)

Sita Agni PareekshaTough question to answer. Sita has often been “interpreted” as a docile meek character who followed her husband to the end of the earth/forests. In return, aspersions were cast on her character and she was banished from Ram’s kingdom.

However interpretations are often just that. Here is another interpretation of Sita’s character.

The saints/politicians/rulers of the time may interpret the epic poem (Ramayan) by Valmiki, any-which way they want. The truth still remains. Sita was a smart and graceful lady. She was a strong woman in her own right, but without the anger and aggressiveness of Draupadi style of justice. Quiet strength and not aggression was her trademark. Lets take a quick look at Ramayan from this point of view. (more…)

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