We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves

~ Gautam Buddha

Monday, June 9, 2014

Hide and Seek at the Yellow Stone

Hide and seek at the yellow stones….
I love to play hide and seek. It is my favorite game. I play hide and seek with my sisters and my friends who reside in neighborhood . While playing we hide in dark corners of our houses and gardens. We often continue our game till it gets quite dark.

My mother sometimes gets infuriated thinking that we may get bitten by some poisonous insect or snakes in the dark. But we children don’t listen her.
At the back of my house there is a strange bush with bright red flowers. My sisters called it magic bush. Beside the magic bush there is shallow pit which is spread with yellow stones.

During our hide and seek game I would often hide in it. And to my surprise I found that nobody was getting me. I found the place really fascinating.
And then onward I would hide there to escape the attention of my playmates.
And lo…the place was really unique. I was standing on yellow stones, but no one was looking at me. My elder sister passed beside me with searching eyes. She stood beside me for the while but she didn't bother to catch me.

Next day during the play  standing at the yellow stone I hushed in my sister’s ear while she was passing beside me. Amazed she turned to my side but without any reaction she just walked away.

That evening I was fully convinced that the yellow stone pit behind the red bush held some magical power  which made people invisible.

I had been rejoicing on my discovery.Intoxicated with my enthusiastic search I started making the list with whom I would share my it or with whom I would keep it a secret…


Till the same evening I caught my sisters…. laughing and discussing about my amazed expression and how they had been fooling me for weeks… 

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Aadhar Itinerary

Aadhaar Itinerary 


In  the sultry afternoon  a  muse instinctively drifted through the consciousness , "What  would a monarch feel after winning a fierce battle ?... a big feat accomplished!... and after  accomplishment of great feat at the battle… He must  credite the self with his inflated confidence!  Or  have he been patted his own back taking the credit…Courtesy? Who else, but self!

“But why this inquisitiveness is overwhelming me, a nymph of Bio-Science.. After all Inspection of past is not my foray.”I thought.

But, in a muggy after noon of post spring when I got stuck in a waiting serpentine queue of  Aadhaar card submission,the muse seemed justified. As  the motif of the day had been turning into  replica of sultry summer afternoon.

Standing there in snailing long queue  seemed to me as an infliction of my past karma.

The scene has been taken right from Aadhaar card submission itinerary,an experience of  affliction which every  Indian citizen has to endure.

The  most happening move of Aadhaar card submission at our place had been taking place in most secluded place- in a half ruined dilapidated building of the Public Sector Township. In the narrow, dark cave like room people were squeezing in between in the suffocating stillness. Standing in queue I was amazed how I never registered the presence of the building even in  my two decades of presence there. Might  be that was the reason that the place had been cursing the people in its own way!

It  was the  most dilapidated building of the public sector town ship which most of us till date fail to register without any apparent reason or choose to ignore it as non.- existent. And now it suddenly came alive to prosecute all the citizens for their non-compliance or ignorance.

 Next the non- budging time, forced me to debate about the happenings there. I felt that the Govt of India or the law enforcers had impression that a fully conscious person couldn’t succumb to their demand to provide all the asked informal info. Thus they resorted to a strategical move- first  to numb  the person with snail pace work, and then take the imprint of fingers and photograph- perhaps they were completely skeptical that a fully awaken citizen would  comply to the request.

It was Saturday morning and dabbling my infinite chores  all alone on my own for a mont after my return from work I patted my back after accomplishment of all planned assignments. At the weekend I had already resolved to take an afternoon nap of few hours. 

 While returning from work I purchased all the essentials items and even managed to send the fax for hostel leave to my home coming child. But after lunch before taking my much awaited nap, I made the mistake of calling my offshore spouse.

Inflated in self reliance I intimated him about my successful completion of day’s job and about the on going move of Aadhaar card preparation at our place. I had hardly anticipated that my simple revelation could spoil my much anticipated rest routine in a second.

 As from other end I was persistently suggested to take furtive action to apply for Aadhar card . “See it is an important document. Atleast  one in family it ought to have. You are available there so don’ t “MISS THE OPPURTUNITY,” I was told in bold letter. At least one in the family must procure this essential document.. in the beginning I refused to take the suggestion ,anticipating the nature of multi colored throng of Aadhaar card applicants-but  the persistency  of my spouse melted me.

After half an hour, braving the heat I found myself standing in the endless chaotic queue of multi hued and multi psyched people.

The two and half hours wait in queue seemed endless. The noise and movements of the place were of all types. I felt that only being in  ZEN THOUGHTS could help me. Thus I decided to flow with push and shove of people, not resisting anything but accepting whatever may came in the way  or in the queue.

When the last fifteen minute of working time  dawned, the guys at the computers were seen ready to pull down the shutters. And lo …five minutes before the schedule all the shutters of the computer had been pulled out . A wave of panic surged among the people,standing in the row. For a minute a complete silence reigned at the place. Perhaps most of them preferred to go in personnel space for some divine interceptions.

And to my amazement I found myself just in front of computer screen. The guy at the computer screen was about to pull down the shutters. I decided to try out my luck, so I  appealed him to take atleast my impression.I reasoned him , “How I have already wasted my entire day over there.”  The young soul reciprocated “Aunty you were not in the line in the morning.”

Taking advantage of the already established kinship i initiated my persuasion.Looking at the young savior, my motherly instinct prompted me to adopt him without consent of my spouse.Thus, gripping the cord of established relationship I poured my motherly concern. “Son, see it is really difficult for …” The magic worked for me. I somehow succeeded in getting my imprints and  photographs by the gay but that too without receipt . It meant that I would have to ferry the place next day but I sighed that next day I would surely  be exempted from standing in queue.


In the evening I was queried by neighbor’s about my triumphs of the day. Like a lone literate person of the planet I explained A to Z of the trick. And advised them to reach the place one hour in advance to avoid the rush of the queue . Neighbors took my advice with their core. Like  obedient children they reached the place one and half hour before the schedule time.

At  9 a.m. Mr X was behind Mr Y holding his shirt at the back, scared to pulled behind in the sea of people. Claiming the much coveted first position in the wait- in –line. They were patting their back and their well executed wisdom that they had  reached the place before the schedule.

Soon other wisdom oriented people also started pouring at the place. Till than most of the throngs were the educated suave ones, employees of public sector township. Perhaps it was their familiarity with one another or relief of semblence,  congregation was sighing with relief.

Smile was in the air. Most of them were busy waving or greeting each other. Everything seemed at the place for two hours till the movements were of the resemblance.

Everyone  with great relief was acknowledging the power, position of others and etiquette had been ruling  the work place. Each of them  was duly wished and greeted by one another.

When the clock struck eleven suddenly the Cinderella hours vanished .A surge of people from all walks poured over there. In a minute Mr X got dragged at fifth position in the queue and Mr Y was pushed to twelfth,consoling himself  or rather praying not to be pulled at last in the queue.

But destiny had some other options for ma’ams-Mrs X was lost in the sea of ladies, and Mrs Y who just in front of her were frantically searching her support Mrs X, calling out her name loudly.-----
IT WAS MY AADHAR CARD  ITINERARY

 WHAT WERE YOURS?