Shapeless Mind

Never had she forgotten

To have a look into the mirror

Never had she told

Her correct age

Never had she let go

A day without make-up

It is she who don’t mind

Her shapeless body now

She is wife

She is to be mother

It is men who look

Her shape rather than

True love to her child

Shapeless mind thinks about

The shapeless body!

The Price of Water

Some years back I'd never thought that I would open my wallet to drink water.  I used to surprisingly see the foreigners who buy bottled water.  I would think that we, Indians are so lucky to have plenty of water everywhere.  I could see water contained pots along the roads especially in summer seasons.  Now all I see is shops that sells water.  Now, I got to pay for it.

The so called foreign companies take our own water and bottle it and sell them to us.  And we're happy to pay for it thinking that it was pure and hygienic.  There are newly established companies to cash in on this business, sells water purifiers.  The general public is not aware of the impacts of the chemicals used to purify the water.

All are making money out of dirty water flowing around the country.  It's you and me who are responsible for this crisis and only who can make sure that the available water is not dirtied.  The best way to use the available water is to use is effectively, when necessary, and what is required.

A man can live his life even without food but not without water.  Because water is the source for the food grains to grow.  Not only we teach our children the importance of water and its use, but also mend our attitudes towards the social responsibility.

Note: This is for the contest by Indiblogger.in "Crusade against chlorine".

Life is Beautiful

When a child smiles at you, when you give the one rupee coin to a beggar and he smiles at you, when you get to sit near the window of the train and the cool breeze blows on your face, when you drive your cycle on your own without help for the first time, when you receive your first salary and your face glows as bright as the sun, When you get the wrist watch for the first time…………………..

Beauty lies in every moment of our life. The more you focus on them the more they would appear beautiful. Have you ever enjoyed that sunset, the colour spreads over the clouds and rays penetrating those clouds? We hardly have the chance to look at this. Most people work only after six in the evening. Have you ever stopped on the road to notice the nest built by the sparrow on the tree? We always run to catch some or the other thing. Unless we notice how beautiful the things are surrounded by us, we will never feel anything beautiful.

Try to spend time for enjoying the nature; it is the most beautiful thing.  Go for long drive, away from the horns and signals and look at either side of the road, there are trees, fields, birds flying along with you.  Play Cricket, Football or whatever game you once played in your childhood and forgot as you grow taller than that cricket bat.

Beauty doesn’t mean how you dress or make-up. It’s how you make up your views on the happenings around you. Try to look for beauty in everything in your life, because, life is itself so beautiful.

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Life in the City Bus

Standing at two or more bus stops

waiting minutes to hours for the right bus

seeking a seat near the window

finally finding a place at least to stand

passing the fare through the hands to buy the ticket

hoping for the same to return before the stop comes

fighting for the space for the comfort

Squeezing the body to sweat all out what drunken in the morning

hitting here and there when bus turns left and right

jamming in the traffic quarrels

forcing towards the exit to get down

ending up getting down at the stop far from the actual stop

walking back to the same before it's late

here it is the life in the city bus!

Clouds over the Head!

We were wakened up so early. I couldn’t open my eyes. I was so exhausted. We had alighted at the Tirupur railway station only at about 10 o’clock in the last night after nine hours of journey from Chennai. Tirupur is in Coimbatore district, South Tamil Nadu. I couldn’t sleep well in the night because of tiredness. But I got to be ready to catch a bus to attend a wedding ceremony in Madurai. It was still dark and so cool. The dew was hiding the houses nearby. The street lights were glowing through the dew. I brushed my teeth without any effort as my hands were shivering well enough to clean them. The water was so cold and I could take only hot bath. The call-taxi had come by the time we were all ready. The driver seemed as he must have just got up. I was seated in the front with a hope that he drive well. He had completed his last trip only at 11 o’clock last night. While on the way to bus stand, I could see people were walking and running to burn their fat even in that cold morning. Some of them were in their sweaters hoping to sweat out! Otherwise the roads looked desert except a few vehicles were crisscrossing the signals at a junction with four loads.

We reached at the bus stand at 5 o’clock. The bus stand was so busy even at that early morning. People were moving here and there. After finalizing, we settled in a bus to Madurai which was to start by 5.30. The bus was not crowd with lot of seats were still unoccupied and that confused me to choose the right one. I was accompanied by my mom, aunt, younger sister and cousin. They got their seats and left me to sit alone. I found a window seat to place myself as I liked to watch the things that moving in the opposite direction to the bus. But my assumption was wrong. The bus started moving slowly to reach the main road. Soon after the bus reached the main road and started picking up the speed, I started shivering as the cold wind blowing over my face and body heavily. I tried to close the window door but it was so hard to shut down, I wondered why! I couldn’t bear it any more. So I decided to move to any other seat and found one. The guy who was sitting near the window started sleeping even it was winding cool. Since I was tired without sleep I also decided to sleep. But I could hardly close my eyes without seeing the things on the road.

After passing some kilometers, the bus was moving towards Ottanchatiram which was situated near Palani, where one of the six abodes of God Murugan is situated. Ottanchatiram is some kilometers away from Madurai. It was more of a village; thatched houses, greenery fields, cattle wandering around the fields, some primary schools with the bells yet to ring and of course a local court (Panchayath) with a banyan tree rooted again in to the earth from where it’d come, showing the truth. Though I was not sitting near the window I could see the scenery on the way. There were hills along the road on both the side firmly standing and stopping the movement of the clouds. The clouds were so near. It could be just around 30 feet over the head. That was the first time I saw clouds so near. If you can climb the hill, you can certainly touch them. The white clouds were resisting movement any further. With the snow falling over the hills, the atmosphere was marvelous to see. The hills were not too height. There were green trees and grass all over it. Though the sun was hiding, its thin rays were enough to make the atmosphere glow; feeding the nature.

As the bus was nearing Ottanchatiram, I could see a mother of hills. The bus was moving towards it. The mother hill was so stronger than her children hills. It seemed to be a few kilometers away to reach there. The bus was moving and moving, still we couldn’t reach it. I was longing to see its top. It was possible only after some more minutes. It was a huge hill (maybe I’m exclaiming it more as it was the first time I saw a huge hill near). Near the hill, there were more shops; it was a hub for the people in the nearby villages. The place was so busy just like metros except their tension. There was a bus stand. The bus stopped there to take some more people. Now, the bus was so crowded with school going children, working people and some passersby. Some were lifting up luggage on the top. The conductor became busy to ensure that all have tickets. The bus started moving right opposite direction to the hill so I couldn’t see it again. On the way, I saw a ‘Sandhai’, a market where the people of nearby villages gather to sell or buy or just barter the things they want right from cattle to grains. I saw many cattle in that ‘Sandhai’. Before I realize the things happened in the market, the bus moved fast finally to reach Madurai. I have left the sights I enjoyed seeing on the way and taken its memories and penned them into words.