The tailor bird

Where are you, oh tailor bird?

your chirping sounds are seldom heard.

With your short tails and curved bills,

you are rare even near your home, the tropical hills.

Long branches hide your shy, green face,

with your tiny, green wings you fly in space.

You have a thousand apologies from me,

for it’s our human activities that make you flee.

So dear tailor bird, please heed my plea,

For I wish to see more of thee.

 

 

 

My train journey…

It was Sunday, and we were leaving to Calicut that day, for the occasion of a wedding. We were to travel by train. It was a five hour journey.

We entered the train at around 1 am.

We were sharing three seats 33, 34 and 35. I walked into our compartment and I looked at the young woman sitting across us. She was wearing a blue printed kurta and a red pant. She was eating something. A full plate of Biryani😋Next to her was her friend. She was also having the same.

I brought a book along with me to read on the long journey, but later I got bored with the book and stopped reading the boring story of the hunter and the peasant.

I decided to stop staring at her, after the train started moving and glued my eyes to the windows. But she returned once again with a chips packet and began munching them, bits of the chips falling from her mouth on her lap. She brushed them off and continued chewing.

She then crumpled the plastic packet and threw it outside the window. I judged her immediately. So much for the Swachh Bharat movement.🙄(Clean India movement)

She then slept against the window, her tongue touching the iron rods. Yuck!

After sleeping for some time, she returned with a full bottle of Sprite and began drinking that too. She finished the full bottle within a few minutes.

I started staring at the scenery outside and kept praying that the train wouldn’t fall into the river below. I always get scared when the train moves in a high speed. My hair was getting blowed away by the wind and I had to smooth it back constantly to make it sit properly.😡

Later I looked back at the lady again and found that she was now having something else. A vada  two vadas were in her plate now. Okay, so far I didn’t even have a sip of water.

I knew that eventually my dad will want to take photos, and would be asking me to exchange places.

And then he did ask, but he said that he was feeling rather sleepy now so he remained in the seat. I was glad for I liked this seat.

The girl and her friend left the train after a couple of stations. But soon after they left, a family of three entered our compartment. The little girl in the family, began munching on a piece of apple.

We finally reached our destination at 5:30 pm and when I got down from the train, I looked like Merida from Brave😁 I finally got to eat something at the party at around  8:oo clock.

 

The jangle of the bell

I think that the jangle of the ringing bell is the most awaited sound of the day in school.

Especially, when you’re sitting in class and Miss Bharati is doing some boring poem in Hindi and you’re just wishing that this particular period would end soon.You are trying hard to understand what this teacher is saying and probably cursing the poet at the same time. Your friends also look very sleepy and look like they could doze of any minute. Tarani is very hungry. She said she brought pav bhaji. My mouth watered. I wished I could trade my chapati with her pav bhaji. The boys were playing hand cricket under the desk. Rohit was hiding a yawn.

The teacher is moving to and fro, her green rimmed spectacles resting on her nose.

I glance at my watch. 5 minutes remaining……3 minutes…..1minute.

Trrrrrrr, the shrill sound of the school bell was followed by noise and sounds of books closing. It was lunch break now.

FREEDOM!!!

We politely wished the teacher and then rushed out of the classroom to wash our hands and have our lunch.

She lives in all of us

My mamma once told me a story about a girl braver than me,

strong and brave – hearted was she.

A person to be remembered, a girl with a lot of pluck,

she was on that plane, it was just her bad luck.

But a good thing, that she was there,

for the passengers were saved by her courage and dare.

To save three kids,

She took three bullets, she did.

That’s why when I hear the word pluck,

I think of braveheart Neerja Bhanot.

 

 

 

Yoga day in rain

I wished it wouldn’t rain this fine day,

but the sky was already dark grey,

and then it all poured down suddenly in a big rush,

No one thought it would rain this much.

It destroyed the atmosphere,

where was the joy, the spirit, the cheer?

We were drenched from head to toe,

while people gathered around to watch the show.

They were with umbrellas after all,

while some covered their heads with their shawl.

Yoga in rain is not as easy as they say,

“It’s nothing more than child’s play”

And there went “Yoga day” in the rain,

hope that it never happens once again.