A small poem, my first one ever, which i wrote in 20years!!!
i may not be as good as i am but i am not bad either,
i may not be a good lover but i am not bad either,
i may not be intelligent but i am not a fool either,
i may not be an animal but i am not a human either........
Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Nostalgic times ! ! !
The village of chandrapuram was a highly appreciated village which produced eminent personalities – which include a MLA, a MP, a collector and a Ramu. He was the most famous personality at the age of eleven, a great number of village lads knew him, many of the other village lads wanted to beat him to bed. Those were the days when India won the cricket world cup, pretty recently (4 years back). The boys and men alike played cricket with such an enthusiasm that they believed themselves to be Kapil Dev or Mohinder Amarnath. The mandal in which chandrapuram was situated had many disputes, and they were settled by a cricket match. Like, the other time around, chandrapuram farmers had difficulty with the farmers of andalapuram. The river flowed from the other village to theirs. The river water was completely used by the other village, allowing desperately low water for the cultivation by the farmers of chandrapuram. That was settled by a cricket match, chandrapuram beat the other village.
The collector was also a cricket freak. He wanted to organize a cricket tournament of all the villages in the mandal and he stated that they would be considering the best player’s education fund until he gets a job. No boy or the parents could resist such an offer, every body wanted to play or watch the tournament.
The boys in the mandal had the best time in their short life. All they had to do was play and nothing else and they will not have to fear about their parents scolding. The entire village gathered for the day when the tourament kick started. All waited eagerly for the team of Chandrapuram to play. The stories cricket bat of Ramu flew far and wide, he was the trump card for their team, and the first match was against the deadly team of virabhadrapuram, the fiercest blowers – Shankar and Shiva, who played along with Ramu, as a team player for the mandal team. The great match, when it started had the entire field full of supporters. People came from all the mandal which consisted of over 150 villages. The match began.
The other team was bowled out for a meare 50runs and Ramu was, with the practice he did, scored a 30 of them and the remaining by 6 of them, convincing win against a team which had shankar and shiva.
The team slowly progressed till the finals and then, a valiant 100 runs by Ramu went in vain, his team lost, but, he won.
Ramu was a eleven year old lad, twenty years back. On that day, the date read July 15, 1988. He stood at the same land which catapulted him to fame. He parked his car at the edge of the open area where some boys were playing cricket and then he asked for a few balls to be thrown to him, so that he could play them, a lot was going in his mind………….
The collector was also a cricket freak. He wanted to organize a cricket tournament of all the villages in the mandal and he stated that they would be considering the best player’s education fund until he gets a job. No boy or the parents could resist such an offer, every body wanted to play or watch the tournament.
The boys in the mandal had the best time in their short life. All they had to do was play and nothing else and they will not have to fear about their parents scolding. The entire village gathered for the day when the tourament kick started. All waited eagerly for the team of Chandrapuram to play. The stories cricket bat of Ramu flew far and wide, he was the trump card for their team, and the first match was against the deadly team of virabhadrapuram, the fiercest blowers – Shankar and Shiva, who played along with Ramu, as a team player for the mandal team. The great match, when it started had the entire field full of supporters. People came from all the mandal which consisted of over 150 villages. The match began.
The other team was bowled out for a meare 50runs and Ramu was, with the practice he did, scored a 30 of them and the remaining by 6 of them, convincing win against a team which had shankar and shiva.
The team slowly progressed till the finals and then, a valiant 100 runs by Ramu went in vain, his team lost, but, he won.
Ramu was a eleven year old lad, twenty years back. On that day, the date read July 15, 1988. He stood at the same land which catapulted him to fame. He parked his car at the edge of the open area where some boys were playing cricket and then he asked for a few balls to be thrown to him, so that he could play them, a lot was going in his mind………….
Monday, February 16, 2009
The Mystic Bridge
The people of the Puranagoan always feared the main land to this day for the past many centuaries and the only reason for it was that the only means of the link to the mainland-a really old bridge was as they felt-haunted.
The bridge always carried a sign “PURANAGOAN NATIVE STAY OUT”, the people of the village always wonder how did the board come, but only a few know that the bridge was haunted and none had ever came back after crossing the bridge and very few knew that the board was installed by the village head ”Sardar” , about half a century back, for restricting the people do something foolish.
It is always known that the children are more curious than the adults and hence, when the elders ask them not to see or do something, they do not sleep until they finished their task of disobeying their elders and when they do it, they realize that they should not have done that.
It is not always necessary that the adults always are true. Now our story deals with this aspect of the argument.
The protagonist of our story is Krishna, an eleven year old active, innocent courageous lad from the village of Puranagoan.
Our story starts on the day when the grandfeast of the village takes place.
The head of the village always presided over it. The oldest person usually became the ‘Sardar’ and he was supposed to settle the disputes and even advice in the personal relationships of all the people in the village which contained about thirty scores of them.
Krishna was an eye candy for all the people-children and adults alike. A boy of medium stature, there never went a day which no person talked to him.
The day the Grandfeast was held, it was a full moon day with the brightest day of the moon itself.
This day, it was said that all the questions had to be truthfully told by anyone who knew the answer.
A boy name Raghav first got up and asked the first question “What lies beneath the bridge?”
This question was answered almost immediately “The people, animal, plants, much like every thing else that’s here kid.” It was an old person named Sarvadar who answered it.
Then, Krishna started asking “Why cannot we go in there?”
“The bridge is haunted that’s why”
“Why is it haunted?”
“It is said so as nobody ever came back after going through the bridge.”
“Well, are we all afraid of going through the bridge that we call it haunted?”
“I suppose so.”
“Why do not we do it today?”
“We cannot risk our lives just for the sake of your desire to be fulfilled, Krishna.”
“That’s true. But, did you ever fell like going through that bridge?”
“We did Krishna!”
“Then, did you go?”
“None ever dared to do so.”
“Why is that so?”
“The only rational explanation for this is that our elders forbade us to do so and we obeyed them.”
“But they could be wrong!” this time Krishna found himself shouting.
“May be, usually elders are right, they have age as their experience so it is better to listen to them.”
“The person who never returned might left this place only to find the other place interesting?”
“May be your right, even I feel like going through that bridge.”
Let me remind you that this was spoken by Chandra-an adult.
Hmm...it seems that Krishna finally lured the adults into crossing bridge.
The rest of the discussion was only about as to when do they start crossing the bridge and how do they do it.
Thus, on the 5th day following the grand feast, it was decided that the people of the puranagoan are going to cross the bridge-which no one ever dared to do so for the past half century.
Then, finally all the people prepared themselves for the epic journey for the other side of the bridge, bags full of food, clothes, water, blankets and weapons-mainly sickles, vegetables and wooden rods.
A ninety year old man also started in this great movement, his name-Govardhan, the people of that village clearly remember that this person is the same father who cried and has been crying for the past fifty years, it was he who lost his only son-Prabhanjan, for he was the person who dared to disobey the village custom, of course fifty years back. This old man wanted to find out as to why his only son has not returned and the wise men did not object to this.
Finally, the d-day arrived.
Every one in the village set out (leaving a few who wished they never wanted to leave their village) to the other side of the bridge.
The people helt really weird crossing the bridge as it went right up to 200 feet below them, and most of them were scared to their necks. And finally after 15min they all gathered on the other side of the bridge.
The path ahead was not to be seen and then all of them decided that they would be going straight and so they all started in the same direction after some time it started raining.
They walked for nearly 1hour enduring the rain and then they noticed something on to their right and it found out to be a cave and then, they decided to rest for some time in that cave.
When they entered the cave, they found out that the couldn’t see anything and so they lighted a wooden stick which enlightened the entire cave, then something really happened, they saw bones and at the same time Govardhan gave a grief melancholic cry………he had seen his son’s ring between the bones of a big animal amidst dirt ……it was then everybody realized where they really where and what happened to Prabhanjan, fifty years back.
After that they all retreated back to their village….and while on the other side….Govardhan removed the board asking them to avoid the bridge…..the village sardar then held the council and then he spoke, “ Prabhanjan was killed by the lion and we found the proof of that due to his ring…among the bones of the creature….we shall keep going to the other side of the bridge which remained mysterious for so long and also the mysteries it held on the other side…..i feel we should thank Krishna for encouraging us to go beyond the bridge and helping the old man to know for the reason that his son never came back to him.”
A few days after that strongly built people with weapons of that village crossed the bridge traveled for quite a long time…around half a day and then reached another town and then the trading with the town began and soon enough they started living without thinking of the times when they never dared to cross the bridge.
After fifty years….Krishna was made the Sardar of the village.
The bridge always carried a sign “PURANAGOAN NATIVE STAY OUT”, the people of the village always wonder how did the board come, but only a few know that the bridge was haunted and none had ever came back after crossing the bridge and very few knew that the board was installed by the village head ”Sardar” , about half a century back, for restricting the people do something foolish.
It is always known that the children are more curious than the adults and hence, when the elders ask them not to see or do something, they do not sleep until they finished their task of disobeying their elders and when they do it, they realize that they should not have done that.
It is not always necessary that the adults always are true. Now our story deals with this aspect of the argument.
The protagonist of our story is Krishna, an eleven year old active, innocent courageous lad from the village of Puranagoan.
Our story starts on the day when the grandfeast of the village takes place.
The head of the village always presided over it. The oldest person usually became the ‘Sardar’ and he was supposed to settle the disputes and even advice in the personal relationships of all the people in the village which contained about thirty scores of them.
Krishna was an eye candy for all the people-children and adults alike. A boy of medium stature, there never went a day which no person talked to him.
The day the Grandfeast was held, it was a full moon day with the brightest day of the moon itself.
This day, it was said that all the questions had to be truthfully told by anyone who knew the answer.
A boy name Raghav first got up and asked the first question “What lies beneath the bridge?”
This question was answered almost immediately “The people, animal, plants, much like every thing else that’s here kid.” It was an old person named Sarvadar who answered it.
Then, Krishna started asking “Why cannot we go in there?”
“The bridge is haunted that’s why”
“Why is it haunted?”
“It is said so as nobody ever came back after going through the bridge.”
“Well, are we all afraid of going through the bridge that we call it haunted?”
“I suppose so.”
“Why do not we do it today?”
“We cannot risk our lives just for the sake of your desire to be fulfilled, Krishna.”
“That’s true. But, did you ever fell like going through that bridge?”
“We did Krishna!”
“Then, did you go?”
“None ever dared to do so.”
“Why is that so?”
“The only rational explanation for this is that our elders forbade us to do so and we obeyed them.”
“But they could be wrong!” this time Krishna found himself shouting.
“May be, usually elders are right, they have age as their experience so it is better to listen to them.”
“The person who never returned might left this place only to find the other place interesting?”
“May be your right, even I feel like going through that bridge.”
Let me remind you that this was spoken by Chandra-an adult.
Hmm...it seems that Krishna finally lured the adults into crossing bridge.
The rest of the discussion was only about as to when do they start crossing the bridge and how do they do it.
Thus, on the 5th day following the grand feast, it was decided that the people of the puranagoan are going to cross the bridge-which no one ever dared to do so for the past half century.
Then, finally all the people prepared themselves for the epic journey for the other side of the bridge, bags full of food, clothes, water, blankets and weapons-mainly sickles, vegetables and wooden rods.
A ninety year old man also started in this great movement, his name-Govardhan, the people of that village clearly remember that this person is the same father who cried and has been crying for the past fifty years, it was he who lost his only son-Prabhanjan, for he was the person who dared to disobey the village custom, of course fifty years back. This old man wanted to find out as to why his only son has not returned and the wise men did not object to this.
Finally, the d-day arrived.
Every one in the village set out (leaving a few who wished they never wanted to leave their village) to the other side of the bridge.
The people helt really weird crossing the bridge as it went right up to 200 feet below them, and most of them were scared to their necks. And finally after 15min they all gathered on the other side of the bridge.
The path ahead was not to be seen and then all of them decided that they would be going straight and so they all started in the same direction after some time it started raining.
They walked for nearly 1hour enduring the rain and then they noticed something on to their right and it found out to be a cave and then, they decided to rest for some time in that cave.
When they entered the cave, they found out that the couldn’t see anything and so they lighted a wooden stick which enlightened the entire cave, then something really happened, they saw bones and at the same time Govardhan gave a grief melancholic cry………he had seen his son’s ring between the bones of a big animal amidst dirt ……it was then everybody realized where they really where and what happened to Prabhanjan, fifty years back.
After that they all retreated back to their village….and while on the other side….Govardhan removed the board asking them to avoid the bridge…..the village sardar then held the council and then he spoke, “ Prabhanjan was killed by the lion and we found the proof of that due to his ring…among the bones of the creature….we shall keep going to the other side of the bridge which remained mysterious for so long and also the mysteries it held on the other side…..i feel we should thank Krishna for encouraging us to go beyond the bridge and helping the old man to know for the reason that his son never came back to him.”
A few days after that strongly built people with weapons of that village crossed the bridge traveled for quite a long time…around half a day and then reached another town and then the trading with the town began and soon enough they started living without thinking of the times when they never dared to cross the bridge.
After fifty years….Krishna was made the Sardar of the village.
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