Another Bullet Flew By

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By:- rANJEETA nATH gHAI

Enlisted
To serve the country
Enthusiasm; zest,
Vitality; dynamism,
A part of his personality.
With no taste for…
Ping Zing Diplomacy,
An officer is born.

*****

Bullets zinging past him, dust flying,
Bound together, they fight.
Back to back,
Brothers from another time.
He doesn’t fight,
Because he hates what’s in front,
But to protect those,
Whom he left behind.

*****

Blisters. Swelling.
Aches and yearning;
He knows not when it will dissipate.
Vivid images
Playing in his mind,
The rushing blood and adrenalin.
Bullets crackling above him,
The war; it will stop one day, right?

*****

But on the court of life,
Paid Media and Human Rights Activists,
Deciding his fate
No competition but allegations;
Again and Again taking pot shots at him.
Accusations searing a black hole across his heart,
And in a moment passing faster than the blinding flash,
Of a supernova; he’s gone… forever.

This is dedicated to the Soldiers and Officers of the Indian Army who are always on the receiving end of the Paid Media and Human Rights Activists.

—–XxXxX—–

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©Ranjeeta Nath Ghai,  atrangizindagieksafar, 2016.

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Between Pennies and Sandwiches

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By:- rANJEETA nATH gHAI

A mother; a daughter,
A daughter in law; a wife,
A sister; a girlfriend; a lover,
A boss or
An employee…
You can watch her run 
A company
Or a kitchen
With the bread 
Butter, knife or a pen.

***

Sandwiched between,
Both the worlds
Earning pennies; making sandwiches;
Sometimes facing,
Loneliness and ire,
Between two slices,
Of cold reality,
You’ll find…
Different identities of 
A Woman.

—–XxXxX—–

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An Elegant Woman

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By:- rANJEETA nATH gHAI 

Alluring. Controlling. Compelling.
Powerful; yet sophisticated,
Elegant woman doesn’t take life for granted.

Gratitude and appreciation her forte,
Sometimes imperfect she may seem;
At ease with herself and her flaws,
She focuses on all that is good and right in her life.

*****

A sparkle in her eye and a zest in her step,
She’s all about simplicity and effectiveness,
Not the one to complicate things;
She says no to excess: excess guilt; excess commitments
Or anger: a wasted emotion.
Not the one to wing her day,
She creates an effective plan and spends it her way.

*****

Be ready to hear a “NO,”
For half hearted commitment is not her game.
Not the one to be a * “nouveau riche;” she knows she’s fabulous,
Not because of what she possesses; but who she is.
Not the one to dwell on the past
She gathers the lessons; wisdom,
All the while learning from her experiences.

*****

Too enraptured in what she’s creating,
She doesn’t care what you are doing
Not getting sucked into brawls and gossip
She knows that elegance is a state of mind.
For her a flower is still beautiful when,
It wilts and its petals fade.
Because the elegance first came from inside.

*****

Age; wrinkles; cannot define her,
For an elegant woman, is forever ageless…..

*nouveau riche-  those who love to flaunt their money

—–XxXxX—–

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TEMPORARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE

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Dear fellow bloggers,

I had read the following story last year….And it really moved me to tears and made me question our existence and what I’m contributing to life as such. 

Sharing it with you all...

 

The on-duty nurse took the anxious young Army Major to the bedside. 

“Your son is here,” she said softly, to the old man lying there on the bed.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient’s eyes opened. 

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Major standing outside the oxygen tent. 

He reached out his hand. 

The Major wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse, observing the touching moments, brought a chair so that the Major could sit beside the bed.

“Thank you Ma’am!” a polite acknowledgement followed. 

All through the night, the young Major sat there in the poorly lit ward, holding the old man’s hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the officer move away and rest awhile. 

He graciously refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, he was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital – the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.  

Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Major released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited…

Finally, she returned &  started to offer words of sympathy, but the Major interrupted her

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“Who was that man?” he asked. 

The nurse was startled, “He was your father,” she answered. 

“No, he wasn’t,” the Major replied. “I never saw him before in my life.”

“Then why didn’t you say something when I took you to him?”

“I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn’t here!”

The nurse listened on, confused. 

“When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed.”  

“So then what was the purpose of your visit here, at the hospital, Sir?”,  the nurse queried of him.

“I came here tonight to find a Mr. Vikram Salaria. His son was Killed in J&K last night, and I was sent to inform him.”

‘But the man whose hand you kept holding whole night was Mr. Vikram Salaria!’

They stood in complete silence. There couldn’t be anything more assuring for a dying man than his son’s hand!

The next time someone needs you … just be there! & Just stay!!! 

WE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE,

WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE…….

3 days Quote Challenge: Day 2

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Hello Friends!!
This a a very auspicious week for us Indians as Ganesh Chaturthi is celebrated all over India. I hope you ALL have a very inspirational and a fruitful week. Wishing you ALL the very best in life….I am grateful for lovely responses over my recent blogs. Keep the affection pouring in. Appreciation is the best kick a writer can get….!

I was nominated by profound wordsmith PrashantT for this challenge today. He has among one of the best and versatile travel blog, and I really enjoy going through them. Learning about new places about which we don’t know is a treat in itself. Visit his blog for amazing reads. Before I proceed further I’ll share a little info on Ganesh Chaturthi.

Ganesh Chaturthi is celebrated as birth anniversary of Lord Ganesh. On this day, Lord Ganesh, is worshipped as the God of wisdom, prosperity and good fortune. It is believed that Lord Ganesh was born during Shukla Paksha of Bhadrapada month. Currently Ganesh Chaturthi day falls in month of August or September in English calendar.

The Ganeshotsav, the festivity of Ganesh Chaturthi, ends after 10 days on Anant Chaturdashi which is also known as Ganesh Visarjan day. On Anant Chaturdashi, devotees immerse idol of Lord Ganesh, in water body after a gala street procession.

My initial quotes are dedicated to Lord Ganesha followed by quotes from my pen so here are my quote for Day 2.

All my fellow bloggers have been very supportive and patient in reading my blog posts, which I always start thinking I’ll write only a few lines…. and then somehow it goes on in stanzas…

So here is my quote for Day 2 followed by the rules of this challenge.

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“When the shadows paint the world around you,
When you’re falling,
When you’re sinking,
Remember…
You are the same sperm,
That won the battle of survival years ago.”

If you could win a battle then, then you can surely do it many times again. don’t let negativity get to you. Get up. Stand up. Remember you’re alive for a purpose….

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My nominees for day 2 are:

Alexis Chateau

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Travelling Krishnaite

Have a great WEEK ahead!!

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Caress of Blissful Divinity

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By:- rANJEETA nATH gHAI 

Separated like the night sky from the day,
The soft embrace of love, pulling at their heartstrings,
A desire of a union meant to be withheld.
Love tearing them apart with a cruel and swift hand.
The world split in half,
And on each end were lovers…
The sun and the moon

***

The Moon; a cold body living in the empty night.
The Sun; a warm ray that filled the world with light.
Both lived in solitude,
Sun sending her warmth, and,
Moon existing in nothing.
…and the Sun loved the Moon

***

In those brief moments when they were close,
A day where the moon passed in front of the sun.
The day turned into night,
In the stillness of that moment, the earth went dark.
The whole world felt,
The warmth of her affection,
And the silence we shed in awe.

***

She would wait for The Sun for ages,
To glow, at last, as one.
In the light of an eclipse,
If only for a little while.
But he is trapped,
In eternal day,
Trying to reach, his beautiful Lune.

***

They chase each other.
For days. Weeks. Months. Years.
Void and longing,
Keeps pulling at them.
Until they meet at last,
To steal a precious kiss,
In a briefly beautiful; Solar eclipse.

***

They beat on, lonely and eager,
Searching for the one thing that brings them solace.
Time too short, time they seek,
In sadness they cried.
Knowing they had to await another shortcoming,
While chasing the shadows of each other.
But they still belonged together, like yin and yang.

—–XxXxX—–

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©Ranjeeta Nath Ghai,  atrangizindagieksafar, 2016.

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As I Lie Dying

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 By:- rANJEETA nATH gHAI

The trees shivering,
The skies weeping,
The steady thump of falling mortars,
Sounds dull to my ears.
Shadows bending silently,
Towards the spot in which I lie,
Tiredness engulfs me,
Like the diminishing glow of sunset,
Silhouetting the naked trees.
Death beckons me.

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As if in a dream,
My mind now playing games with me,
Ceaselessly trying to remember,
The sweet remembered melodies,
Soft ringing; of my beloved’s voice.
With a deafening thud the shell lands;
Exploding: the world echoes its way in, and,
I am left to be aware of what was before me: warzone,
Ever so slowly ignoring the ache snaking through me in whispers,
Pick up my weapon, I fire again.

*****

My comrade lies still,
As I glance at this hands; shape of those fingers,
Hands that once held his son: lie lifeless now,
A moment of infinity enters.
Memories of happier days flash across my mind: like a dream,
I had almost forgotten how it had begun.
Now I lie here in the battlefield; Equally suffering;
Sharpnels ripping me apart,
Seeing the shooting star fall like ash from a charcoal sky,
Wondering why we’re all stuck in it?

*****

The night growing colder still,
Wraps its icy fingers around my heart.
Numbness spreads; feeling nothing but a dull ache.
A sense of betrayal creeps in.
What my mind has tried so hard to erase,
Who do I lay down my life for?
For those indulging in red tapism?
For those who refuse to give me my dues
While I was alive?
Their ideologies and excuses don’t hurt me anymore.

*****

As I die lonely today,
Abandoned by the Govenment and bureaucracy; that rejoices today,
And continues to feed the lies
to the nation it leads;
That a soldier doesn’t need money to go by…
I cannot pin the shiver that runs across my skin.
Because when they don’t care enough,
While I die protecting them…
What will they care about my world: my family,
That I have left behind…!!!

 

This poem about the anguish a soldier is going through fighting at the borders.
How betrayed and let down he feels as the Indian Government refuses to give the dues to the Armed Forces in the 7th Pay Commission.
Today the 1st of September 2016, the whole nation gets its 7CPC dues except for the Armed Forces, as the govt lacks the time and inclination to solve the anomalies in it.

—–XxXxX—–

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©Ranjeeta Nath Ghai,  atrangizindagieksafar, 2016.

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