FB CAPTION CHALLENGE – 7

This time the entries have gone higher than the previous challenge which brought a smile on my face. This time, the picture was very sweet and funny and probably that’s the reason why I received more entries. Everyone has written excellent one liners. I thoroughly  They were commendable which are given below:

Preeta Bhatnagar – The Race For Hunger.

Aditi Chitale Ranade – Raise voice against injustice, together we can!

Aditi Chitale Ranade – Stand up and speak for yourself. Make yourself heard.

Pradita Kapahi – I can sing the loudest… Tweep, tweet, tweeeeeeeee…

Archana Dipu – When you sing in chorus, there is no room for competition.

Savio Pães – Sing…Sing a Song…Sing it loud..Sing it STRONG.

Ashalata Chauhan – All praise be to God.

Prabhjot Kaur Saini – The family that eats together and sings together always stays together.

Shrabani Tripathy – … Open wide your mouth.. And I will fill it ….

Kuljeet Saini – Demand with all your might what you Desire.. Mom is listening..

Isaac Mohanty – Better to be silent than to open mouth wide.

Kalpana Kameshwari Vogeti – Time to prove our might, jet set go!

Asangla Patra – When you sing aloud with your whole heart to the LORD, You don’t care how you look!

Avinash Das – The beauty of TEAM, discards the differences of individual size and strength!

Paresh Das – The world’s best choir outside its nest.

Mr. Paresh Das’s caption inspired me a lot which talks about how we do the best when we come out of our shell or nest. Ms. Asangla Patra’s caption reminded me of how important it is to praise God at all times and that’s how we derive strength from Him. Ms. Archana Dipu’s caption depicts how we are not supposed to compete with each other when we are in one family, one group, one team and so on… Ms. Aditi Chitale Ranade’s caption was about how standing unitedly against injustice is effective or bring forth fruit. Very motivating. But what impressed me the most this time was Avinash’s one liner and I don’t need to explain it because the quote says it all… It was beautiful and spot on!!!

 CONGRATULATIONS, AVINASH DAS!

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SOLITUDE OF THE HEART

The heart alone knows its aching cry,
The cry of despair,
The cry that no one else hears,
Not even the one whose arm pulls you near.

When the world seems on its own way,
And storms rage at life’s bay,
You seem to be in dismay,
And do not know what to do or say.

The fierce tempests seem not to cease,
Putting you so ill at ease,
Yet you’ve got to smile,
And continue to walk the busy miles.

You look for comforters all around,
But all seem to push you aground,
The one you trust is so near yet so far away,
Ignorant to your heart’s aching cry.

The wiles of life appear difficult to bear,
As if your life is going to rip and tear,
And, you look around –
Alas! There is no one to hear.

Withdrawn into a shell,
You wish for all to be well,
As you marvel how alone the heart can be,
When all around so many you can see.

JOYS OF RAISING BOYS

“It’s going to be fun
For you have always gelled well
With every little one”
My dearest ones told me this
When I was blessed with a son. 

No, don’t do this,
Why don’t you try that.
Stop playing with the spices,
Go play with your bat.

Stop throwing a tantrum,
For I won’t give you my cellphone. 

Blue stars for every good deed,
Black stars for not paying me a heed.

I will reward you if you be good, 
Else will take your favourite toy and scoot. 

I tried and tested every advice,
Recalling that my class of 30 was amazingly nice.
I could handle them with perfection,
But my own showed no flexion.
It’s time to get him a sibling,
The new role will be fulfilling.
Another boy it was meant to be,
Sweet brotherhood I thought I’ll see. 

One year later I woke up from my dream,
There was a hard crust under the cream.
Screams and cries became an everyday affair,
Feuds became fights for me to interfere. 

Joys of raising boys is that you call?
Stress and yelling make my hair fall!
Girls are always caring I sometimes yell,
Get ‘Baby Alive Doll’  my elder one tells. 

Let’s send them to boardings,
For they’ll learn discipline and good things.
That’s the last resort we say,
But the heart remains in dismay. 

Hundreds of sorrries
Are oh-so-sweet,
The kisses during those worries,
Hugs and cuddles are my big treat.
These tiring years will soon fly, 

When I’ll realize these energetic boys are my only joy! 

I WALKED…

I walked…
I walked close to death…
I walked so close to the valley of death…
Not this time only…
Not once…
But many times…
In many occasions I walked…
I walked close to death.

 

I missed…
I missed my loved ones at that moment…
A moment when I went through the valley of the shadow of death…
A moment I almost missed and lost all…
But I found them all back…
I found them all again…
Because He wanted me to live again…
He wanted me to stay for others again.

 

I felt…
I felt His presence…
I felt His Holy Countenance…
I felt His loving arms around me.
I felt…
I felt the warmth of His life…
As I walked in the ruthless cold of death.

 

I touched…
I touched the softness…
I touched the softness of my saviour’s palms…
His comforting bosom.
My feet touched His soft palms as He carried me through in His arms…
The smooth, the soothing, the soft touch of Him made me whole and comforted.

 

I thank…
I thank God for His grace…
I thank for the life given to me again…
A life dedicated for Him…
A life dedicated for those who are in need of me…
A life to be poured out once again for my loved ones…
A life to be sacrificed again for His purpose.

(Originally posted HERE)

LOVE – FORGIVENESS & JUSTICE EMBRACING EACH OTHER IN ONE PICTURE.

In my imaginative visit, I was in the shopping mall with my Dad and I got attracted towards the luxurious bone china made Nymphenburg Adonis dinnerware, as I proceed towards the crystal glass made dinnerware shelf, I thought to hold it and feel the touch but as a result, being a kid I was unable to balance the weight of the serving bowl and it fell from my hand.

The noise of breaking the bowl alarm the salesman, he yelled and took me to the manager. I was fined to pay the cost of the complete dinner set but I am just a kid, even it is impossible for me to have at least 50 bucks in my pocket, how can I pay Rs. 16,100/-.

At that point, my father had to jump into the picture to pay the wages of my mistake. He apologized to the manager, paid for my mistake and took me home. He was unhappy with my action yet he understood my weakness and absurdity.

As we drove back, he just smiled at me and said,

“SON, I EXPECT YOU WILL NOT REPEAT YOUR MISTAKE”.

MY HEART WILL GO ON…

Meera was a dusky, beautiful and introvert girl from a conservative family who was a fresher in Engg college when Manan saw her and fell for her head over heels, not wasting any time to woo her, win her heart, propose to her and persuade her to say yes with his charming looks and flamboyant ways in a way that she fell deeply in love with him.

The four years of college went by in a flurry as good times pass in a blink of an eye but they were the most beautiful four years of Meera’s life as her love and cared for Manan only kept growing manifolds with each passing day and she almost became a shadow to Manan, a point she marked by setting her ringtone to her favourite song “Tu jahaan jahaan chalega, Mera Saaya Saath Hoga…”, something she often hummed for him as she was an old school girl who loved old Hindi movie songs.

They both got placed in different jobs, in different cities and went their ways with promises to stay in touch and meet often but as luck would have it, on the first day of his new job, Manan met Kalandi, an outgoing, stunning fashionista who was a ball of energy and a complete contrast to Meera and Manan couldn’t help but get swept off his feet by her outspoken and candid personality and soon forgot about Meera.

He tried to keep things normal with Meera for first few months but she was quick to sense the change in his words and his tones and Manan knew he wouldn’t be able to hide his disinterest in Meera for long and one fateful day he broke the news of having met Kalandi to Meera who was crestfallen and devastated but keeping her dignity intact hung up the call in tears, never to call Manan again who was indeed quite relieved to have the burden off his chest.

Manan married Kalandi, had a blissful honeymoon in Greece and returned to start his new life with the women of his dreams but the thought of Meera and what he did to her never left him, it was eating him up from inside but he drowned the inner voice of his soul in living a buzzing and high life with Kalandi who knew nothing about Meera and Manan nor bothered to tell her about his affair with Meera neither ever tried to know what became of Meera.

A couple of months later Kalandi fell ill as was admitted to the hospital where she recovered within a week and was discharged soon, but she was no more the same girl whom he married, intact she was becoming more and more like Meera with each passing day and that made Manan restless to the limits that he tried to enquire about Meera finally But was only met with dead ends.

A week later Manan was sitting in a cab on his way to office, already troubled by Kalindi’s behaviour, when he picked a discarded newspaper from the next seat and started reading it when his eyes habitually fell on the obituary section, and him was shocked to see Meera’s obituary who committed suicide a fortnight ago, Manan was overcome by nausea and immediately called Kalandi but the phone fell from his hand on hearing her new caller tune that rang in his ears….

“Tu agar udaas hoga, To udaas hongi Main bhi…
Nazar Aaj ya na aau, Tere paas hongi Main bhi…
Tu Kahin bhi Jaa rahega, Mera saaya saath hoga…
Tu jahaan jahaan chalega, Mera saath saath hoga…”

(Should you ever become sad, then it will make me sad too because I desire to share your sorrow,
Whether you see me or not, I will always stand by you,
Wherever you live where you stay, I will always follow you; I can’t let you feel alone.
Wherever you go my essence shall follow you…)

ONE LAST TIME

He puffed a cigarette and exhaled a circle of smoke hoping to see her on the other side with a pinched nose and her hand waving to break this smoky cloud.

He wanted to hear her say one last time, “Sweeto, I am telling you I will really dump you if you don’t quit smoking.”

But it was too late, she had quit him before he could quit smoking. She had quit this world and vanished into the smoke that rose from the dead.

Life may not give you a second chance. Be good and do good.

DO IT NOW.