‘’ KICHNA BHAGWAN ! ’’

‘’KICHNA BHAGWAN!’’                                   Kalyan (E)

(From my diary)                                          22.08.2011

Subsequent to the daily routine jobs, I started going through The Times of India.  I don’t have to go anywhere in the morning today – I confirmed myself and hence pulled out a chair to the balcony.  Sitting there, I went through the headlines of the newspaper.  Mostly, they were about Anna Hazare.      

It’s drizzling outside.  I looked at the greenery at the hillside, garden attached to the park, Shiva Temple etc.  A very beautiful look indeed!  It’s almost empty at the Club House area.  There will be crowd in the evenings at that area and everywhere in the compound.

From the nearby Radhakrishna Temple, I could hear a devotional song. So sweet! For a moment, enjoying the music, I just imagined  Radhakrishna and Radhakrishna  leela in my mind. 

‘’Darwaja kholo… Kichna Bhagwan’’

What?  I could not believe what I heard – So soon Krishna Bhagwan appeared for me! Was I dreaming?

No, it was voice of a small baby outside the front door.  The door was opened with the grill locked from inside.  It’s not Malootty – my granddaughter who is staying in Thakurli –I knew;  and went to the door. 

‘’Grandpa, Kichna Bhagwan.’’

I see – it’s Srishti, the Bihari baby.  They are our neighbors.  Yes, I remember – her mother, Khushboo did tell yesterday that  today, as part of Janmashtami programs, Srishti will be one of the little Krishnas’ at the playschool nearby and Amma (my wife) also has to accompany them.

Srishti also calls me Grandpa as same as Malu. 

I told them to come in telling that Amma (she calls so, same as Malu’s mother i.e. my daughter Priya) is in the bathroom. 

At that time, Khushboo received a call to her mobile telephone and she started talking in Bhojpuri and went inside.  It could be her husband, I guessed.  

Bhagwan started his (here, her) naughty actions – jumping, running here and there.

After a while, my wife entered there after finishing her bath.  

‘’Idli and chutney are ready there in the kitchen. You may have it.  I will be late.’’

''OK, you carry on.''

Bhagwan and company made a move to the play school. 

‘’Tata bolna Grandpa ko’’, Khushboo told Srishti.

‘’Grandpa, tata.’’

‘’Tata’’

I stood behind the door watching them at the lift till they disappear. 

‘’ K i c h n a   B h a g w a n !’’ – I murmured smilingly and  then went back to the balcony to read  the newspaper again. 

My Grandson

My Grandson

(Poem)

- Dr P Malankot


 

 

 

 

 

“Vinu calling’’, my mobile phone rings

 

What’s the matter – I became anxious

‘’Daddy, Priya delivered a baby boy’’ -

 

My son-in-law informs very happily!

 

I could not believe what I heard

 

‘’You mean, a baby boy?’’, I did ask

 

Vinu repeated, ‘’yes Daady, baby boy’’

 

Oh, am I lucky this much, I asked myself

 

I forgot to congratulate him, instead

 

I told him that I am very very glad! 

 

I have two sisters, and two daughters

 

And, my daughter has a daughter too

 

This granddaughter is my beloved Malu

 

Still, I wished for a grandson to me

 

My Daddy was worried that I don’t have a son

 

For performing religious rites after my death!

 

I now murmured to his soul in my mind,

 

“Don’t worry dad, I now have a grandson

 

As I wished  and to fulfill your wish too!“

 

*On 5/2/2013, my daughter delivered a baby boy

and this is what I scribbled down with an excitement.

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Addendum:
Photo taken on the occasion of Naming Ceremony (named  NIRANJAN) on the 28th day:

 

A tribute to my mother (Poem)

A tribute to my mother ( Published by Gulf Daily News in their Poet's Corner   on Saturday, September 12, 2009) My mother is not alive - it's a fact, but for me, it's still very hard to believe. Memories about my mother never die, And they will only die along with me. What a wonderful creation you are amongst all creations of the Almighty. I feel your value when you are no more than when you were alive in my world. Though you weren't educated that much, you did advise me as if you were my teacher. And your words do lead me still, whenever I lose my hope in life. You were the one to love me. And, you were the one to punish too. You were the one to console me, when you felt pity after punishing. Once you told me not to worry, when you or my father had to die. My father's turn came first, And then you left, leaving me an orphan. Oh! mother, you were my strength And, you are my strength still. You are in my prayers forever, I will continue same for the rest of my life.

A Pet Grandfather!  

(Poem)

This was published by Gulf Daily News.

http://www.gulf-daily-news.com/NewsDetails.aspx?storyid=344571

Hey baby, I am your grandpa, but

My mind is still thirsty to be consoled!

When I feel sad as if in my childhood,

I wish to be hugged by my mum 'n' dad,

Though they are no more since long!

I would like to enjoy myself,

Forgetting all the worries of mine,

Though I am no more a child,

Not even a youth too, and 

I have you people all to look after.

What a beautiful world was my childhood

That can’t come back in this life!

My baby, I know that you want to be consoled

As same as your mother by me.

Come on my darling, to hug me up  

As I was also a pet baby of my parents,

And, let’s console ourselves each other!

 

We, our blood relations and friendships (My thoughts)

We, our blood relations and friendships.

(My thoughts)

When others see you, they tell, “You are like your

father/mother’’. Or, “like brothers/sisters’’.  If not,  ‘’like

your paternal/maternal relatives.”  Correct, that’s called the greatness of blood relations   Similar in appearance, talk, action.....  It is genetic. 

Now, let’s take ‘’friendships’’.  This also is not behind the blood

relations.  Why?  In friendships, almost everybody think alike,

do alike!  Of course, we surrender sometimes our personal opinions, if any, in order to maintain the relationships with others.  

Now, analyze about we, ourselves.  We  will have different thoughts, feelings and actions accordingly, if not always, at least sometimes.  Then what’s the difference between ourselves and these relatives and friends?  Nothing.

Thus, this analysis can be concluded like this, we, our relatives and friends are one!   If we think in line with this truth, we can experience a wonderful circumstance.

Don’t keep the difference of opinions in mind, don’t keep selfishness and thus don’t spoil the relationships.  You will not be at a loss.

If we are not thinking as above, in the evening of our life, we ourselves will feel as to where we did make mistake!  This, of course is the life experience of many. 

So, be cautious – think positively, behave yourself.  This is what I tell to myself!

  

Indian

Indian

(From my diary)

 

 

 

One of my colleagues started blaming  another colleague (but, in a humorous manner) in front of me in my office.  At that time, our Chief Accountant also entered in. The topic was that this colleague of ours is forgetting certain things and hence we have to see any other alternative. 

 

I could not keep quiet but tell them (all the three are other nationals not like me, Indian) about a man who remembers everything:

 

Years before I worked with one Mr Suresh C. Ahuja, who was editor of Blind Welfare magazine, in Mumbai (the then Bombay).  Mr Ahuja is a totally blind person (who lost his vision due to detachment of Retina when he was sixteen years old); but later successfully completed his post-graduation!

 

I assisted Mr Ahuja in reading the materials received for publishing.  He used to  listen to me very carefully,  make note with the help of  his Braille Typewriter and portable Tape Recorder – as and when required,  in order to memorize important ones. 

 

Our Accountant friend immediately asked me as to which national he is.  I replied, ‘’Indian – naturally.’’ 

 

He smiled and stated, ‘’tell like that, Indian!  No wonder!’’

 

- =o0o= -

 

Right & Wrong

Right & Wrong

(Poem)

Those who don’t know what’s hate,

Don’t know what’s love;

Those who don’t know what’s distaste,

Don’t know what’s taste;

Those who don’t know what’s misdeed,

Don’t know what’s deed;

Those who don’t know what’s injustice,

Don’t know what’s justice;

Those who don’t know what’s cruelty,

Don’t know what’s kindness;

Those who don’t know what’s hindrance,

Don’t know what’s assistance;

Those who don’t know what’s bad,

Don’t know what’s good ;

Those who don’t know what’s lie,

Don’t know what’s truth ;

Those who don’t know what’s sorrow,

Don’t know what’s joy ;

Those who don’t know what’s wrong,

Don’t ever know what’s right for action,
In its exact and required meaning -
And, that's the essence of this poem! :)