Saturday, 5 November 2011
Music of Life #Day5
Every passenger in the coup turned their necks as the silky voice reached their ears.
The otherwise snoring train compartment came to life as the guy who looked like a nomad, also dressed like one, sang song after song.
Everyone was enjoying, clapping with every clump of the stringy instrument he had. As soon as he finished singing, he spread out his dirty amber cloth for collecting deserved prize money for entertaining people.
Many people who were dancing a few seconds back went back to snoring and others started advising him 'kama kar khaao...'
He unfolded his white cane and started moving towards the next compartment in the hope of a better lot of people he could entertain.
Friday, 4 November 2011
Black Money #Day4
I pull the drawer out and there he is. Smiling.
How dubious is that. The man who led a country to independence, the man who taught a country the importance of living a simple life, is the man who allures the countrymen to loot their motherland.
How dubious is that. The man who led a country to independence, the man who taught a country the importance of living a simple life, is the man who allures the countrymen to loot their motherland.
70 years ago, he was the man who encouraged my grandfather to get into politics to make this country a better place to live.
Today, he is the man, who encourages me everyday to make this country a less better place to live.
- A So Called 'Public Servant'
Thursday, 3 November 2011
The Shadow #Day3
'Mom! there is someone in my room! I don't want to sleep in there.' He was panting as he burst open his parent's bedroom door. The mother woke up startled.
She snuggled her little son in her blanket and tried to calm him down. He was sweating profusely and gasped for breath.
The father got hold of his slugger as he tiptoed towards the little one's room while the mother followed.
The son screamed at the sight of the shadow near the window.
The parents closed the door behind them and laughed as they walked back to their room stroking their son's hair.
The shadow laughed too as the door closed.
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
Best Friend #Day2
'Say something Priya! Speak up! Get up! You're scaring me!' She was frantically shaking the still body.
She was so happy this morning when she found a shiny packet on her bed. It was the doll she had always wanted. She had dialed wrong number twice in excitement before her best friend's mother's voice finally reached her ears.
Enthusiastic Priya had just wanted to brush the doll's hair when the possessive girl threw the ball at her. Priya fell on the floor. She had been hysterically rocking Priya's body.
It was about time, she realized she had been left with a piece of plastic for a best friend.
