She 

A short story
Karma is a bitch🍭
It was around ten years back, she took a call to leave her cushy job with a Government organisation and decided to get into full time writing. She was not enjoying the mundane affairs, felt caged in the bureaucratic setup. Her words and writings were restricted to making notes on the green sheet which got lost in the infinite piles of paperwork.
She started getting opportunities to write articles every now and then and that’s how she came in contact with me. 
We did many assignments together, she gave words, meaning and description to my photographs. Since the assignments were not regular and money even more irregular, a stable job with a publication was always on her mind. 
During one of the assignments she got to know that the editor of a particular publication is an acquaintance of mine, she requested me to put a word across. 
I mentioned her when I met the editor next time.
And straight away his first question was:
Is she beautiful? 
I kept quiet. 
And I lied to her that there is no opening but actually this publication was expanding and they were looking for people who could write well.
After some time, she got a job with a leading publication and over the years rose through the ranks and became editor because of her excellent writing skills, sincerity and hard work. 
A few months back, she called to check the credentials of a person who she was interviewing for a job in her publication. 
And to my surprise this person was none other than the same editor who was quite concerned about the beauty of prospective subordinate.
She asked me:
What do you think of him ?
And this time I choose not to stay quiet. 
Disclaimer: Though this is a piece of fiction but resemblance to certain people in real life is not ruled out.

Life! 

When She got enough confidence, the stage was gone…When She was sure of Losing, She won…

When She needed People the most, they Left her…

When She learnt to dry her Tears, She found a shoulder to Cry on…

When She mastered the Skill of Hating, Someone started Loving het from the core of the Heart…

And, while waiting for Light for Hours when She fell asleep, the Sun came out…

She guess! That’s LIFE!! 

No matter what she have Planned for her self! Every single time Life  surprised her with its own plans…

She leant now that Success introduces her to the World…

But Failure introduces the World to her…

She leant now – Always be Happy!! Often when she loses Hope and think this is the end… God smiles from above and says, “Relax Sweetheart; It’s just a Bend, not the End..!”

Love At First Site 

Love at First Sight
-Wislawa Szymborska, (1923 – 2012)
They’re both convinced

that a sudden passion joined them.

Such certainty is beautiful,

but uncertainty is more beautiful still.
Since they’d never met before, they’re sure

that there’d been nothing between them.

But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways—

perhaps they’ve passed by each other a million times?
I want to ask them

if they don’t remember—

a moment face to face

in some revolving door?

perhaps a “sorry” muttered in a crowd?

a curt “wrong number” caught in the receiver?—

but I know the answer.

No, they don’t remember.
They’d be amazed to hear

that Chance has been toying with them

now for years.
Not quite ready yet

to become their Destiny,

it pushed them close, drove them apart,

it barred their path,

stifling a laugh,

and then leaped aside.
There were signs and signals,

even if they couldn’t read them yet.

Perhaps three years ago

or just last Tuesday

a certain leaf fluttered

from one shoulder to another?

Something was dropped and then picked up.

Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished

into childhood’s thicket?
There were doorknobs and doorbells

where one touch had covered another

beforehand.

Suitcases checked and standing side by side.

One night, perhaps, the same dream,

grown hazy by morning.
Every beginning

is only a sequel, after all,

and the book of events

is always open halfway through.

ફાગણ સુદ પૂનમ 

અહો શ્વાસ મધ્યે વસંતો મહોરી,

ઊડે રંગ ઊડે ન ક્ષણ એક કોરી!

ઊડે દૂરતા ને ઊડે આ નિકટતા,

અહીં દૂર ભાસે, ત્યહીં સાવ ઓરી!

ઊડે આખ્ખું હોવું મુઠીભર ગુલાલે,

ભીંજે પાઘ મોરી, ભીંજે ચુનરી તોરી!

ઊડે છોળ કેસરભરી સર સરર સર,

ભીંજાતી ભીંજવતી ચિરંતનકિશોરી!

સુભગ આપણો સ્વર બચ્યો છે સલામત,

ગઝલ ગાઈયેં, ખેલિયેં ફાગ, હોરી!

– રાજેન્દ્ર શુક્લ

Chivalry – simple or complex to understand?

Chivalry – 

What does it mean? What I know is  “The methods of training and standards of behavior for knights in the Middle Ages. The code of chivalry emphasized bravery, military skill, generosity in victory, piety, and courtesy to women. (Compare courtly love.)

For me chivalry means the system of values – loyalty and honour. 

Yes, I trained my child in such manner that he never hurt any girl around him. He is very generous and polite to girls (sense every girl as classmates, schoolmates, neighbors) he always behaves decently, appreciating him not only as he’s my son, but he genuinely does.

But does this generation of society deserves such genuinely good hearted people?!?

Today, I come to hear, that one of my Non-Gujju (UPite) friend’s (should I call her friend even!?) daughter is calling him – Bhondu. Why? Because- he never use slang, bad words, He never beats his  friends, he never teases his classmates whether a boy or girl. He’s taking part of mostly all the extracurricular activities. And He’s good with studies and sports too. Yes, he too is playful, prankster but with his best buddies. These qualities earn hina bhondu title.

And How’s that girl is? Avarage in studies, and extracurricular activities, and behaviour vise? Pathetic. Heard her, using all the false words. M&@₹)((;;)& bh₹&@)(;., chh₹&@&&, etc. etc.. are common in every dialogue. 

I really feel concern and called her mom to let her know, as seems her daughter can’t be such bad mouth. And making such statements in front of class. As knowing mother since so long- Pooja path and fasting,vrat-Pooja yeh-woh, 

I awash doubting my ears that her daughter can’t be so rude and misbehaved. But surprisingly got answer from mom is -‘ इसमैं ग़लती (mentioned his husband’s name)की हैं, वहीं इस्तेमाल करते है ऐसे वर्ड्ज़! पर तुमने क्या पाला अपने बच्चें को? एकदम लड़की बना दिए हो क्या? तुम है ना एक काम करो उसे हमारे यहाँ छोड़ जाओं,(again mentioned her husband’s name) उसे लड़का बना देंगे. और हमारी लड़कीओ को ले जाओं, उसे लड़की की जेसे तालीम दो…
What sense she try to make? जो अपनी बच्ची को ढंग से पाल  ना सके वो हमें सिखायेंगे? My child is respecting each and every one around