Those 10 minutes

This time I have a story to narrate.

Lately I visited a place.It was 10 AM in the morning. On the first floor of the building was a big hall. Around 50 little kids were lined up on the floor in a corner of the room. None of them was more than 5-6 years old, too young to understand their fate. The elder ones had already left for their school, and these kids were to leave after having food. They were waiting for their lunch (brunch, as we call it). 



Two of them ran towards us, not greedy but curious to know what we had in the polythene bag for them. They were glad to see the bag full of hot jalebis on that cold morning. 

Their superintendent told us about their life. She was amused to describe that these kids do not like to sleep on bed. They prefer to sleep on a gaadi instead! Everyone had a gaadi of their own and all shared the same hall to sleep. Those who were too young, had got a small room nearby, which was confined enough to save them from the cold; they had no rajai to cover themselves.

It must now be easy to guess that this place was an orphanage!

I was tearful and had goosebumps after this incidence. Though a trivial one, but this incidence gave me a lesson. A lesson that I have read and heard many times, but understood the true meaning after this. We often crave for all that we want, but are not contended over what we have. We mourn on our failures and neglect our achievements. These children, they are homeless, parent-less… 

Wo kaagaz ki kashti, wo baarish ka paani..

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Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

#Rabindranath Tagore’s composition

अपना इंदोर

**Unlike my other write-ups, this poetry is a different version of my literary skills that includes some Indori terminologies which have become a part of our day-to-day communication.

ये एक नम्बर  कविता मेरे दोस्तोन  को समर्पित है, जो मुझे इसे लिखने के लिए उत्साहित कर रिये  थे.  अब इसका मतलब लगा लो अपने हिसाब से. 

जो अपनापान इंदोर के अपन  में हे वो कहीं ओर के हम  में कहाँ,
जो भाईचारा इंदोर के भिया  में हे वो कहीं ओर के भैया  में कहाँ,
जो सुर इंदोर में सेंव (from the windpipe) केने में हे वो कहीं ओर के नमकीन  में कहाँ,
जो गूंज इंदोर के चंकट  में हे वो कहीं ओर के चाटे  में कहाँ,
 एँ, जो शान इंदोरी भाषा  में हे वो ओर कहाँ,

जो गुरुत्वाकर्षण इंदोर के ढोलने  में हे वो कहीं ओर के गिरने  में कहाँ,
जो सच्चाई इंदोर कि बत्ती  में हे वो कहीं ओर के झूठ  में कहाँ,
जो सुकून इंदोर कि चिल्ला–चोट  में हे वो कहीं ओर के चिल्लाने  में कहाँ,
जो मज़ा इंदोर के जमावड़े  में हे वो कहीं ओर के मिलन समारोह  में कहाँ,
एँ, जो शान इंदोरी भाषा  में हे वो ओर कहाँ,

जो शालीनता इंदोर के ऐ बारिक  में हे वो कहीं ओर के excuse me में कहाँ,
जो बड़प्पन इंदोर में ओर बड़े  कहलाने में हे वो कहीं ओर के Hey friend में कहाँ,
एँ, जो शान इंदोरी भाषा  में हे वो ओर कहाँ, 

ओर तो ओर, जो अपने इंदोर में हे साब वो कहीं ओर नी हे.

Everything that is happening to you right now is the result of choices that you have made sometime in the past.

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