Spring Morning @ home

Spring sun yet to raise, there is enough indication of surety displayed by nature by cocks cackling. The dawn usher kissing grass, leaves with dim reflection. Nightingale sings, Bulbul calls her mate,  Maina chirps, toads croak, and  wagtails, tailor birds, sparrows, cormorants, egrets, tuvves, the other innumerable roosters and resters   call other to come, to go, to be with their side, to mate infusing the listeners a joyous blood to confiscate. The train arrives, stops beside only to start in a few minutes to announce that it’s time to wake, listen around and smell the first light.

These spring mornings bring lush of life thickening the bond with soil. Bring notes of tunes, serene moods, happiness within and taste of tastiest all for free at our door steps. This be falls at every ones feet to immerse as much only to give away wrapped with joy as the nature gives.

Marks and Men

Marks and Men

Two friends went to write the competitive exam for account service for Auditor General Office.One Mr Ramesh got 93% and the other Mr Seenu got 56%. The rank list showed Raju at the top. But reservation norms allowed Seenu as senior and He became Assistant Director and Raju got job of an accountant under Seenu.

Initially he accepted that it was his karma, he got what is due and it’s the fruit his forefathers sew for centuries, it was temporary as he was un employee and got a job. But gradually he could not take it. Seenu knew that he is superior, got more marks than Ramesh. And Ramesh snatched the opportunity from him. He started insulting Seenu publicly; small mistakes of him were shown as very big. The staff of all accountants who usually murmured about the superior was happy with the Ramesh’s comments and sometimes joined the joking parties about Seenu.         

Seenu tolerated all the insults. He knew that he got selected due to reservation. But it grew much he could not control. He wrote a lengthy letter in anger with all the harsh words to Ramesh. He kept it in a corner, allowed it to remain there for two days. After two days he read the letter he wrote and thought it was very harsh. He tore the letter in pieces, wrote another letter to Ramesh. It contained lines as “Mr Ramesh my friend, I knew as you know that I came here because of Govt policy. I do not get hurt with your comments. My community for thousands of years served people even removing their waste. I waited outside of your home for a bit of food many a times in my child hood.If you think that I have snatched it from you I am ready to give it up, But some other fellow will come as it is the backlog post. I am ready to serve under you as I have the experience of serving many people all these years owing to my caste. You will be my friend despite your comments as you helped me during my child hood.”

Ramesh read the letter. Thought that he might have secured more marks but his friend deserved the post as a human being, more human than himself.

Dedicated mom

There lived a dedicated mother who always compared herself with others. She tried her best to look after her home, children and also her profession. But she could find one or the other good in other babies, cleanliness and feel remorse of not keeping herself with the same with her children.

She would cook varieties of food for her children, as she cooked many varieties of food, she got tensed and agitated because of the pressure and her anger got expressed while serving the same. Children scared of her eruptions. The little four year old daughter not knowing anything of consequences easily said “Mom cooks a lot but she hate to eat as her mom is angry. She like Raju uncle to mom as he never scolds”

This made her painful. Though initially she became angry, she controlled as she was a little child. She thought and thought. She realized her mistakes. Now she is not remorseful. She does everything with heart. She realized that it’s not that what she cooks or how many varieties but its how she serves, how she expresses to her children.