Holi.

 The festival of colours,

 The fiesta of happiness,

 The event for all couplers,

 The end of all sappiness.

 The jamboree for all brothers,

 The pageant for all beings,

 The recollection of memories for all mothers,

 The eventful day full of greetings.

The gathering of the joyous,

 The gala of the community,

 The accompanied message' don't annoy us',

 The event of willful unity.

 The celebration of love ,

 The fete of tradition,

 The bash of the heaven above,

 The convention of the pious mission.

 Holi is the greatest conference of humanity,

 Shaded with love and brotherhood in it's entirety,

 Warding off all the vanity,

 Immersed in holy sanity.

 

 

Author                                 Prityarth.

 

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Vintage.

 

Vintage is the nature for sure,

 And so is it's stature pure,

 Each act of it is galore,

 It's benevolence may surpass crore.

Vintage is the parent's affection,

 Till the parents are there, shouldn't feel dejection,

 They lead you towards perfection,

 It is for sure heavenly connection.

Vintage is the teacher's care,

Their teaching has a different flair,

In the exams they treat everyone fair,

They show you the light when in despair.

Vintage is the wife's love,

Of sheer love she is the symbolic dove,

In the home battle she wears the boxing glove,

Of all the friend's she is above.

Author                                       Prityarth.

 

Elders are elders after-all. Part 2.

 ..Contd. from part 1.......

After a day, as per the chalked out plan, Morris and his friends set out on the scheduled journey. But, this time he skipped meeting his grandfather, as he knew that he would again abstain him from going to the Waterfall. They reached the spot within two hours as it was not too far off from their dwelling. They parked the Jeep at a safe place and took out their trekking kits and got ready to be on board. There was a piece of warning on the notice board , which they overlooked. It said ‘the rocks are slippery, avoid trekking’. However the advice of his grandfather echoed in his mind when he passed by that notice board. The young blood is too adventurous especially when it comes to a challenge.

  Morris started to climb the last, only after his three friends already started on the journey. Suddenly he heard a loud scream of his friend, who had climbed up to the height of about 50 feet’s on the rock. He was falling like a broken star from such a height.  They all got frightened imagining that as soon as he hits the ground, he would be broken to pieces like a glass, because of the altitude. To his good luck and by god’s grace beneath was the pool of deep water in which the waterfall fell. He went straight into that pool of water and got immersed very deep, then after a minute he came out screaming and awe struck. He couldn’t believe that he was alive, neither his friends could.

  Immediately, they dropped the plan to further the trip and started to pack their belongings and fled away from that place. They drove away at a lightning speed  and no one talked during the entire two hours as they were not only frightened but also surprised that no mishap took place. As soon as he reached home, Morris went to his grand father and narrated the entire episode to him. He also deeply apologized overlooking his advice and caught in feet in reverence. His grandfather was moved by his gesture, and patted his back forgiving him. He only uttered a single sentence ‘ We have passed your age,  thus we have experience’.

  Morris got the deep meaning in those words and gave a hug to his grandfather and had tears in his eyes.

 

Author                                              Prityarth.

Elders are elders after-all. Part 1.

    Everyone in his adolescence consults his elder for some matter or the other. This consulting need carries on till one's youth or maybe even after that. Elders bestow their benevolence on the younger ones by suggesting the right path. But the youth nowadays have been more insensitive towards them. But when in hard waters, they come to realize the worth, the value of an elder.

    Morris was a young man, he was twenty four years of age.He  was an adventurous person with a flair for excursions. Very often he was on outing with his friends, sometimes visiting this mountain and sometimes some other. He was fond of trekking and often was involved with a life staking trip. He had veterans in his home- a grandfather and a grandmother.  He had parents as well but they were too busy to give any time to him.

    He respected the veterans i.e .his grandfather and grandmother very much. Due to the influence of his friends and his tender age sometimes he surpassed the fine line. He disobeyed them when his interests were at stake, he overlooked the instructions of his grand father.

  This time as well since it was summer vacations, Morris had an excursion to the nearby waterfall planned with his friends. Since his grandfather knew that the waterfall was dangerous and the rocks were slipper y enough to endanger the life of anyone. He as a warning warned Morris to avoid going to place, and plan it for some other place rather. But, Morris since had agreed to his friends clearly denied to change the venue.

  

....Contd. in part 2........

Author                                           Prityarth.

   

Opulence.

 There's no destitution in nature's nature,

 Every resource is available in opulence,

Scarcity is not a word in nature's nomenclature,

Apart from abundance it has tolerance.

Everything is there in abundance,

Be it the air, water, fire, land or sky,

Mother nature makes resources available in opulence,

Since it is the mother, so doesn't leave anyone cry.

Now it's upto you to how to exploit them,

Making good for yourself and the community,

One above the other, it has such gem,

But one who misuses can't go without impunity.

Author                                                  Prityarth

Man.

 A man is always a student,

A student in search of mystery,

A pupil who makes everyone prudent,

A pupil who searches the prehistory.

A man with his contented smile,

Can give jitters to a novice,

A student whose acumen could be thought upon a while,

Can clear the useless coppice.

A man is like a lion,

Who can catch his prey,

Can charge every single ion,

Show the generations an unexplored way.

Author                                     Prityarth.

Clear the mirror.

 Of the sediment of memories,

Of the hidden scars of backstabbing,

Of the betrayal of love,

Clear the mirror of memories.

Of the denial by your dear ones,

Of the disobedience of your subordinates,

Of the tight voice of your boss,

Clear the mirror of memories.

Of the delay in acceptance of prayers,

Of the coveted things that could not happen,

Of the dreams that did not come true,

Clear the mirror of memories.

Of the peanuts that you are paid for,

Of the friends that were not loyal,

Of the Parents when they misunderstood you,

Clear the mirror of memories.

Author                                  Prityarth.

The whimsical shopkeeper. Part 3.

.... Contd. from part 2......

Mahto's family members were happy to know that now after the surgery, he would be okay.  They signed the consent form for operation happily, as it was for some good. But, Mahto was a bit worried as he was the one on whom this had to be performed. However, his wife and child consoled and later on motivated him with the argument that it was for good.

   Finally the day arrived, and Mahto alongwith his family went to the hospital and he entered the operation theater at last. The doctors were fully dressed and well equipped. Mahto was frightened at first seeing those big knife's and scissors, but calmed down later on. Later on, after the anesthesia he was unconscious and couldn't make out what was happening. 

  The surgery lasted for around two hours or so, and was successful. The surgeon came out with a big smile on his countenance as if he was victorious in a big battle. Mahto was still unconscious, and the doctor informed them that they were successful in weeding out the entire gamut of parasites from his brain.

  The family rejoiced at this proclamation. Later on, after a couple of hours when Mahto regained consciousness, he was shown the extracts of the worms inside his brain, everyone was scared as it was a bunch of worms about 500 grams, flocked together and they were crawling alive. His son screamed out of fright. Mahto was also amazed at this sight, and pitied on himself that everything was discovered so late.

  Now he was feeling very light, almost feather-like and the pain he used to experience earlier faded away. He thanked the surgeon many a times for his care and benevolence. The doctor consoled him by holding his hands. Mahto was to be discharged after a couple of days when the stitches settled down.

The day came and they took him home. He was bedridden for a week, and then when he felt good, he wanted to visit his shop and they took him to the shop one fine day. The customer's clogged on his shop that day when they learnt that he was medically treated for his ailment. Some of the customer's were still scared to talk to him as they remembered his misbehavior. But, after a little while they realized that he was okay. They also felt happy for him. Ultimately the whimsical shopkeeper became a calm and poised person with all the traits of a gentleman.

Author                                     Prityarth.

The whimsical shopkeeper. Part 2.

..... Contd. from part 1........

  The psychiatrist's mind started to think in a single direction. As recently he read a report on neurology, which indicated about the same problem. But he wanted to go through a thorough check up in order to affix the kind of medical attention that Mahto needed. In order to assess properly he needed to diagnose comprehensievely.

   For that very reason he called Mahto to his clinic the very next day, to which Mahto pleasantly agreed. Mahto visited the psychiatrist the next day well in time. He was greeted by the psychiatrist whose name was Brian. Both of them went inside the clinic and very soon Brian asked Mahto to enter into the check up room. he went him and was quite impressed with the internal set up, as it had two big lights and a screen, a projector and various other apparatus. Brian asked him to sit on the patient's chair and thereafter he switched one of the big lights on. There was a machine which did the CT scan, and Mahto sat just beneath it as was told to do so.

    Brian started watching the inside of the brain on the screen and after quite a while he frowned with amazement. His anticipation was right, he then asked Mahto to get up and pushed the button for a printed report. They both walked out of the check up room and sat in the doctor's chamber. Then Brian explained that Mahto had some parasites in the brain. The ailment was called 'neurocysticercosis'.

   Brian explained Mahto that this happens when someone swallows tapeworm eggs. The larvae get into tissues such as muscle and brain, and form cysts there, thus causing severe headache and mental problems. This was the problem that Mahto was suffering from and that was the sole cause of his misbehavior. He also explained Mahto that the only remedy was surgery. Primarily Mahto was reluctant but after a long session of counselling, he agreed.

  

.....Contd...........

The whimsical shopkeeper. Part 1.

    In a big cosmopolitan town of Mumbai, was a shopkeeper long ago. He used to sell general merchant goods at his shop. People were sometimes amazed at his strange behavior. As soon as any customer visited his shop, he used to behave abnormally. New customers who did not know him thought he was mocking them. But, on the other hand they also thought if he was a shopkeeper he shouldn't misbehave with people to keep up the good spirit good faith.

   His family members were also baffled at his actions. They also didn't know why did, all that he did. They used to receive complaints from the customers every now and then. Some of them got too furious, to the extent that a heated altercation may sometimes degrade to the level of physical brawl. They also asked the shopkeeper whose name was Mahto, to sit back at home and avoid going to the shop. But, he didn't pay heed to them.

  Once his family members planned to take him to a psychiatrist, but to no avail. He refused to visit the psychiatrist. The family members thought that something had gone wrong with his brain and that caused the misbehavior. The family members who included his wife and a son were too worried as they had to answerable to the people for his misbehavior. Once the mother and son duo were sitting together and finally planned to call the psychiatrist at their home. 

  Both of them consulted the renowned psychiatrist of their region. They went and met him and paid his fees thereby invited the doctor to their home citing their problem. They elaborately explained the the whole situation. The psychiatrist also got amused listening to all this. However he promised to visit them the very next day,

  The next day when, Mahto closed the shop by the evening, and returned home, he found the psychiatrist waiting for him. After the adulation both introduced themselves to each other.

Then after giving a heed to Mahto's problem he observed that whatever Mahto did was spontaneous and  unintentional.

.....contd......

Author                                        Prityarth.

In flying colours.

 Hard work, work hard,

Is the essence of success,

If you don't you will be marred,

If you don't you will be under stress.

The night is outshined by the day,

The Sun works hard to keep us alive,

It does so keep us and our lives stay,

So if you don't you will contrive.

To keep at bay the envious others,

To keep tasting the good taste of life,

To see your self in flying colours,

Work hard, work hard to end the strife.

Author                                 Prityarth.

Go with the flow.

Mike shifted to a new place recently which was not his home town. He had to relocate because his job was transferred from his hometown. Mike was a systems engineer and completed his schooling and college from his hometown, later on since he was a systems engineer he got a job in the city of his birth.

   He worked around two years at that place, but because of the current situations he was transferred as he was an efficient employee. He grew in his designation in the last two years. He received two promotions and also participated in the board meetings to offer his suggestions.

 Since Mike was brought up in a very sophisticated manner, he faced a lot of problems while he was transferred. He didn’t want to move to a new place as he was a bit homesick. But his mother convinced him to go with a promise that he would also call his parents when he gets settled down.

 He hired a flat for himself which was a two BHK apartment ion a posh locality as his work was such creative that if he didn’t stay in a furnished area, his work would suffer. That is his choice was more so due to his requirement rather than luxury. Anyhow, he began with his work responsibilities. Initially he dragged himself to the office, but later he cultivated interest.

 He couldn’t leave the job as he also got increment in his salary. He made new friends at the new office; some were friendly and some not so. However since he was focused wholeheartedly on the job, he shielded distractions which others had to face. One of his colleagues developed a great camaraderie with him and shared all his problems. He also told Mike to ‘go with the flow’.

  In the beginning Mike couldn’t make out the meaning of the phrase, but later he realized that Sam’s meaning was to’ In Rome, do what the Romans do’. As he saw Sam behaving with the other employees of the company in a very friendly manner and completing his work in a definite time schedule. Mike also started to learn these intricacies from Sam and treated the distractions as ‘occupational hazard’.

  Now Mike was a different personality altogether and had learnt the mantra of life’ to go with the flow’.

Author                                            Prityarth,

Light.

 After every dark night,

there's a day, the end of plight,

Darkness is not permanent,

The light has to come from the firmament.

As nothing succeeds like success,

In the same way, every gloom has to fade nonetheless,

A spark is enough to overcome despair,

Examine this always anywhere.

Light has a different trait,

It is there in everyone's fate,

It's upon you to make it materialize,

And make the value of your life apprise.

There's is a reason why light is preferred,

As darkness leaves your life weathered,

Scriptures say that the form of soul is light,

Now, make the darkness take a departure flight.

Author                                  Prityarth.

Modesty pays. part 2.

   After examining the materials available, Tom appreciated Rick for the wonderful creations that he had. There were two chandeliers which Tom liked too much. He ordered to get them packed willingly. After some initial chat with Rick, Tom introduced himself fully to Rick. Tom was a builder whose job was to purchase real estate and build flats and apartments on it. Later on the built up flats and apartments were sold to new customers.

    It was a big business, and Tom was a millionaire. Rick was very impressed to hear all this. Tom quite fascinated with Rick's dealing, made an offer. He offered Rick to be his partner. Rick was curious about the type of work that he had to perform. Tom told him that Rick would supply him chandeliers for every flat and apartment that Tom built. Giving away the possession of the apartment fitted with a chandelier will very soon become an USP- unique selling proposition, and increase the sale of apartments. Rick also liked the offer as it would also expand his business. Both of them agreed to it and shook hands in conformity. 

   The deal was done and there was a certain rate by which Rick would be paid for each chandelier. Initially Tom ordered for a dozen of them and gave a cheque to him. Surprised by the amount Rick looked up and thanked god, for everything that was happening. The cheque was for 5000 $, which was indeed a big amount for Rick. Tom said that he would contact Rick over the phone for the next order. He gave his card for the delivery address. In the evening when Rick went home, he bought a cake for his mother and sister. 

    He told them that he signed a big contract with an entrepreneur and hence received such a big amount. His mother and sister were quite happy. Finally they congratulated Rick for his achievement. Rick was too happy as this development was a step forward in the direction of his dreams. Both the staff of his shop rejoiced at his happening, Rick ordered a couple of pastries for them as he didn't want them to feel neglected. Rick along with his staff, went a step further and added some more glamour to the shop. They added a few more accessories to the shop o make it beautiful. It was only because of Rick's modesty that they reached such a breakthrough.

    This continued for a long time as Rick kept on receiving orders from Tom and minted a lot of money from this deal. So, if a person is humble and modest, there is nothing impossible for him in this material world. Honesty and modesty are a couple of traits in human personality which could lead one to the pinnacle of success.

Author                                 Prityarth.

Modesty pays.Part 1.

 Rick was a young boy, who believed earnestly in hard work. He owned a shop in a mall, though not very big , but enough to earn a living. His shop basically consisted of items of household furnishings. People who built new houses or purchased new apartments, visited his shop for accessories.

      His shop consisted items like chandelier s, designer tiles, shaded marbles for kitchen and things of such sort. He had a couple of staff to help him on the shop. Rick believed in sincere efforts and did a lot of hard work. The staff were also cooperative as they appreciated their master's hard work. They were also paid handsome remuneration as real work was appreciated by Rick. 

     Rick's manner of dealing with the customers was professional enough to convert them from prospective to paying customers. His soft skills were of a very high level, to impress the buyers. Rick was baffled by his father's death which happened recently of an ailment. However Rick spent a lot of money in his father's treatment but couldn't   save his life. He had a caring mother and a younger sister, whom he took proper care of. 

     Rick wanted to expand his business but couldn't do so as he spent nearly all his savings in his father's sickness. However he didn't submit to the challenges of life and bravely was doing business. He had a goal to earn money and be the top businessman of at least his town if not too boasting. Since he set goals for his life hence he had a purpose to live.

    One fine day when Rick was planning to get along with his futuristic plans, he was visited by a customer named Tom, who paid a visit, to buy a chandelier. Rick took it easy as this was his daily work. So, he began in his accustomed style of demonstration, which the customer liked absolutely .Thereafter Tom planned to see all his chandeliers in a choice to buy the best one.

   Rick had no problems as he was there for this very job, hence with the help of his staff, he showed him almost the entire stock.

....contd..........

Author                  Prityarth.

Ephemeral.

Everything, here is ephemeral,

Including the luxuries,

Permanency is a dummy Demerol,

Better to cast off the worries.

Relationships even are transitory,

Bigotry even has to fade,

Every being is Nature's quarry,

None can sustain it's sharp blade.

Better to be on track and move on,

Keep walking till the last breath,

Lest life pushes us out of it's lawn,

The only determinant is death.

Ephemeral is the father's love,

So is the affection of the mother, 

But these two love's are up and above,

Still it doesn't make the relations smother.

Walking on the promenade of love,

Carrying on the commitment,

Get the urgent obligations off,

To Precariousness we be resistant.

Author                        Prityarth.

Yenhemey and her notion.

 

Yenhemy was the only girl child of her parents. She was 13 years of age, skinny but stout in her duties. She was pampered by her parents, but she never got spoiled. She paid due attention to her studies, and ranked well in her school. Not only her school curriculum but she also excelled in home making. She learnt it from her mother who was an egregious homemaker. Whenever her mother wasn't well, she was the one took responsibility of the entire household. 

        She was not very keen to meet outsiders, as she thought that her world circumscribed in that house. This was the probably the only change that she needed in her trait. She was 'inadvertent' to the people not related to her, i.e the outsiders. Even she turned a deaf ear, to even the needful- the beggars. this was sort of a psychology, that gradually developed in her personality. 

 Though her mother din't like her attitude, but she couldn't help it. Sometimes, there were beggars who passed by her house, but Yenhemy even after listening to their shrill voice for help, didn't turn up. This was because of the fear that she developed within her. As her father told her stories about the beggars, that abducted small children imposing as a beggar. This was the most likely reason of her repulsion from beggars.

          Once she was coming home from school on her bicycle. After travelling some distance, suddenly her bicycle with a very slight noise got punctured. It was because of a nail that went in the tyres. She was still quite a distance away from home. As it was summer season, the sun was in the mid of the sky thus showering scorching heat. She went berserk, she couldn't find anyone that would help her in the middle of the road. 

          Suddenly, she saw a beggar passing by in a casual manner, thus asking for some money. She turned her back towards him, and posed as if she couldn't see him. The beggar clumsily passed by, thus being hopeless from her. As he passed on, a lightning of thought struck her mind. She thought that no one appeared on the road on that mid summer, hot day and if she lets this beggar go, then was less that anyone would pass by that road in the next couple of hours. 

 Hence not owing to her inhibitions, she called upon that beggar. He turned back in an uninterested manner and came closer. She inquired whether there was any puncture repair mechanic nearby? He thought deeply as he was a regular visitor to that area and replied affirmatively. There was a puncture store in the vicinity adjacent to that area. He guided her to the puncture mechanic, and also helped her getting the bicycle repaired. 

         When the bicycle was ready for a ride, she gave money to the mechanic and also offered some to the beggar. He accepted the money pleasantly as he badly needed some to purchase something to eat. He bid adieu to her and clumsily walked away. She while riding the bicycle, got contemplated on the subject'beggars', as the incident not only cleared away her preconceived notion. But, also changed her thinking for the future. 

        That day she took a vow, that- "she would always, help beggars and would never hate anyone !."     

       

Author              Prityarth.

Eventually.

 Evolution is a truth, 

So is demise,

Life in it's strictest form,

Eventually becomes a sleuth.

Things that commence,

Have to end essentially,

Life's forest gets dense,

Burgeoning the enigma eventually.

If a faultless life is led potentially,

It enhances bears good fruit essentially,

If the actions are good undoubtedly,

Providence it brings eventually.

Author                     Prityarth.

Books are the best friend.

           Swami was young boy of fourteen, youngest among three brothers and sister. Being the smallest kid he was adored by the family. He was naughty but only till the extent that he didn't vex anyone. At least he had that kind of understanding, not to bother anyone too much. Much of his time was spent in talking, playing games on the internet and of course studies. 

          Though Swami was good at studies, but still he had not developed a penchant for it. He picked up books but didn't concentrate too much on it and switched over to the mobile phone to play games. This way he was losing focus on studies and didn't fare too well in the exams. He was admonished for it in the school as well as his home. He didn't feel quite well about this, and thought about Nathan- who stood first in the class. Nathan since was in the same class, was quite a good friend of his.   

          Very often they sat together and shared their experiences on the teacher's lectures in the class. Nathan was felicitated in the school as well as his home. Nathan looked elated as he was the class topper. Swami also had a coveted dream of standing first in the class some day. He also congratulated Nathan on his achievement and asked the secret of his success. Nathan, in a very submissive mood owed his success to the books. 

        Swami was amused at his reply and inquired further on the same. Later swami realized that Nathan had developed the liking for his curriculum. That Nathan was quite fond of books in the same that Swami was of Internet games. Later on when swami returned home, he sat and introspected. He came to the conclusion that if he wanted to fulfill the wishes of his as well his family members, he had to make develop a friendship with the books in the same way as Nathan had.

       Swami didn't feel well on being reprimanded for his carelessness in studies and vouched in himself to change things. Although he was relaxed by his family members and was only told to focus more on studies. But, he took a vow in himself- to be a rank holder this time. Now, he appeared quite sane and spent most of his time with the books of his curriculum. He played games but only in his spare time and after finishing his home work. 

      He started to focus more on revision as suggested by his elder sister. He started to go to sleep with the books while reading it on bed. The menage realized the sudden change that took place in Swami and were quite contented with this. This continued for the whole year, till the exams approached. The family expected quite well of him this time.

     Everyone's aspirations including Swami bore fruit. As the results were announced Swami exulted out of the sheer surprise. Swami had ranked first in the class, outshining everyone and Nathan stood second. He looked up and thanked god for his success and was congratulated by everyone. Even Nathan also acknowledged his caliber so did others. When came home in all colours he was surprised with a cake by his mother and sister. It was the plum cake, which he liked too much.

     The day went by in jubilation, and when swami went to bed in the night. He had only one thought tthat was hovering his mind and that was- 'Books are the best friend'.

Author                           Prityarth.

    

Abide.

 To abide is to obey,

Obey the rules, the principles,

To prevent the sway,

To the life's challenges, let's grapple.

Abide by, means walk along,

not deviate, but set the path,

Shed weakness and be stand strong,

And avoid being a victim of the holy wrath.

When we abide, God provides,

With his blessings and divine love,

When he provides, sorrow subsides,

we find ourselves up and above.

So buddy, let us abide,

By the rules of law,

Hence our destinies allied,

And we be saved from the "karma' awe.

Author                                   Prityarth.

The Vendor. Part 2.

........Contd from part 1........

Something bothered him, maybe it was the old age ill health, Mr. Beans pondered. Suddenly Mr. Beans told the vendor to stop as he planned to buy some grocery from the poor vendor. He bought some curry leaves and potatoes. During the interaction with the vendor, since it was the first time, he asked his name. The vendor said his name was George and brought a forced smile to his wrinkled face. Then he asked George that was everything okay? George nodded in affirmation. Then Mr. Beans said that since he was a pharmacist, he had some idea about medicines he could solve any health problem. George brought a mysterious smile to his face and told that he had stones in his gall bladder and that sometimes the pain was unbearable for him. Since he had to walk long distances dragging his cart, sometimes this health problem was really very hard to sustain. 

        Mr. Beans consoled him, and asked him get inside his house. The vendor parked his cart outside the entrance and came in. Mr. Beans held a chair and offered George to sit. Then he asked some general questions which were concerning basically to probe about the symptoms and the nature of medical care he needed. Then after a short question session and examining George, Mr. Beans identified the exact of his problem. Since during his employment as a pharmacist he dealt with such cases, he had a vast experience in successfully dealing with it. 

       Mr. Beans smiled and went inside to bring him some complimentary medicines. George was looking quite relieved after Mr. Beans's assurance about the cure of his problem. As he came out after sometime, Mr. Beans carried a small paper bag which consisted of some medicine. He handed over the medicine to George and directed him on the schedule of consumption. He assured that George would be okay within a very short span as he had a vast experience in dealing with this disease. George was relieved to the extent that he offered some free vegetables which Mr. Beans declined to accept and said that being a human being it was his duty. 

     George thanked from the deep core of his heart and assured that he would stand besides Mr. Beans anytime in future. Mr. Beans also suggested him to take a rest for a few days from his hectic work. As that would heal the wounds created by the stones in gall bladder. George promised to abide by his suggestions and asked to leave, Mr. Beans patted his back and told him to keep in touch through the phone and keep him informed about the developments in his health. George then thanked him and took a leave. 

     George left with the feeling of contentment and that gave immense satisfaction to Mr. Beans. These are some acts of kindness which helps and facilitates others and makes the community a good place to live in. If people grow to such levels of sensitivity the world will be a very happy and healthy place to live in.

Concluded.

Author             Prityarth.

Illusion.

  The whole life is an illusion,

  You see it, you run after it,

  You achieve it, you cherish it,

  Then you reach to a conclusion.

      That whatever i achieved,

      Is a mere delusion, not lasting,

      It was a wrong notion that i conceived,  

      But you think, i was right on what i believed.

  Since actions are the deciders,

  You can't restraint from it either,

  Keep apart the talk of illusion,

  Struggle prepares you for later prolusion.

 

  

Author                      Prityarth.

     

The Vendor.Part 1.

         Mr. beans had his dwelling in a peaceful colony of middle class people. He had retired from a well paying job and lived with his wife. Since he worked for his entire life for his family's livelihood, he had vast experience. He was a pharmacist in one of the medical colleges. He and his spouse were quite contented with their life. As they didn't have any child therefore they didn't have to plan much for the future. They survived on minimum luxury and requirements. 

         Mr. Beans had only one sister and his parents passed away at a very early age. Since he was the elder brother, he anyhow managed to complete his studies. He had to earn while he was still a student, in order to earn the livelihood for his sister as well. Mr. Beans later on got a job in one of the medical colleges of his town as he was a professional. He let his sister complete her college, and afterwards she chose her life partner while she was employed in a company. She got married to the operations manager of the company and spent her life quite peacefully. 

         Mr. Beans was a well to do person as he had ample amount of resources after retirement. Nowadays, he spent his time sitting and gazing at the street, which was clearly visible from his balcony. While the time he sat in his balcony, he noticed a vendor who shouted at the top of his voice to sell groceries. But, since that was a regular activity, he became quite used to it. One thing that he admired about the vendor was that he shouted at the top of his voice, and named nearly twenty items regularly that he carried on his cart. The vendor was a middle aged person, and sold fresh grocery. There were a lot customers in that locality who preferred purchasing from him rather than going to the nearby grocery store. 

        One fine morning when Mr. Beans sat besides the garden and was admiring the flowers in his garden. He noticed the vendor's voice which was quite low-pitched that day. As he could well make out the distinction in the tone, his voice sounded quite fragile and timid that day. He was curious to know the reason, hence opened his main gate which was adjacent to the garden. As soon as he unlocked it open, the vendor appeared in front dragging his cart. He looked at Mr. Beans and bid salutations to him. He also replied in return watching closely the body language of the vendor. He didn't appear to be well, and had a clumsy and dragging body language that day. Mr. Beans since had retired as a pharmacist could well make out that the vendor was not in   his optimum mood and health.

.......contd........

Author         Prityarth.

Expression.

Everything perceivable is an expression,

Expression of human actions,

Or almighty's exactions.,

Expressions are the manifestations,

Of the innate observations,

Depicting the intricate foundations.

Be accurate in your expressions,

So that you don't have to offer explanations,

It tells about your qualification.

The nature is god's expression,

Leaving behind no question,

It is in the form of the Lord's affection.

To achieve means to express,

It further leads to success,

It overcomes the distress.

Author          Prityarth.

Inherent battle. Part 2.

..... Contd from Part 1........

     Mario, also left for his home as there were no patients left by that time. That day he didn't speak on the issue to anyone, but the next day, he couldn't resist himself on the breakfast table. He spoke to his wife on the concern and she too felt emotional as it was a sensitive issue. He asked her that what should be done in such a circumstance, it was kind of a deadlock in which he was locked. 

      Mario being a doctor was a sensitive person by heart. he had helped many poor patients in the past as well. But, here was a question of one million dollars, which indeed was a hefty amount for anyone and everyone. They both deeply thought over it. He was thinking loudly, and his wife - Amanda was listening. He said that the patient whose name was Laura was an old lady, supporting her husband who was already bed ridden. He imagined impersonating himself at her place. If something happens to her, then it would be a nightmare for her husband and that may also result in his life. 

     Finally with a decisive resolve he left the chair and said in a firm and crisp voice. 'I am helping her, and would cancel the plan for vacations this summer. That way we would save nearly a million dollars and that would result in a gift of new life to Laura'. Amanda dittoed him and so the children.

    They thought that the gift of life to someone is a godly act, and they would be doing that. Finally the next day when Laura reached his  clinic to meet him, he just said to get ready for the operation. She had a inquisitive heart which was full of questions. But Mario patted her back and said, ' Don't worry our clinic will bear the expenses'. She was in such a deep feeling of gratitude that she was dumbstruck. However, anyhow she managed to control her emotions and simply kissed his hands. the only words that came out were, ' You are an incarnation'.

     Mario took her hands in his and affixed a date for the surgery. She left with a happy heart, and promised to be there on the date fixed. Mario was too happy that day, as this was kind of an act that would even please the Gods. 

     Finally Mario was triumphant on his feelings and the inherent battle. He looked up and thanked God for the right direction that he took while making this decision.

Concluded.

Author             Prityarth.

    

Timeless.

 Someone asked, what is timeless,

no one knew, some answered,

beauty, some said kindness,

but it is love that is mansard.

Love is the  element which is pervasive,

which gives rise to every action,

that makes one persuasive,

which binds up all the fraction.

Timeless is it's nature,

limitless it's reach,

magnificent is it's staure,

it is the biggest teach.

As deep as the deepest ocean,

as wide as the enormous sky,

it corrects every wrong notion,

it shatters each and every why.

The gigantic educator,

the timeless benefactor,

it is also a wonderful curator,

moreover an effective denominator.

AUTHOR                Prityarth.

Inherent battle. Part 1.

      

        The first battle in life that needs to be won is the battle with one's own conscience. Whenever we do a benevolent act, we are affirmed of the right doing by our inner self that is the conscience. The time we commit a wrongdoing we are simply rebuked by our conscience. The time when we perform our duties earnestly and sincerely, we are appreciated by none other than our inner self. 

         There are institutions set up by the state to effectively carry on the business of the civilized society and that no downgraded actions are committed in the society. These institutions of the state are Police, Courts and various other such institutions. But, the biggest institution is within us and that is our inner self, the soul or the conscience.

         Mario was a famous Neurologist in new York, with an impressive track record. He was often visited from patients all across the 50 states. Such was his name and fame, he specialized in branch of neurology that there were only a countable number of doctors. 

       During the past few years, he had been quite busy as the number of patients had been increasing every now and then. In nearly ten years of practice, he had amassed a lot of wealth and had been the director of a very famous multi specialty clinic. he had four villas across the city. He owned a number of expensive cars including all big and branded names that one could think of. Such was his skill and his dexterity that he was even called by the Governor of the state whenever the need arose.

      That evening Mario was busy with his patients as usual. After an hour or so, he met with an old lady patient who had some kind of neurological disorder. During the initial know-how, he realized that she was a poor lady struggling hard for the livelihood of her household. Her husband was bedridden and she was the one who was the sole bread earner for her family. During inspection he was stunned to see clots in her brain due to severe psychological pressure that she was handling. He informed her that it would need to be operated or else could even result costing her life. The cost that would incur on the surgery would around a million dollars or so. She looked at Mario with grief struck gaze, and appealed that she was impoverished and she couldn't bear the cost. Mario suffered from a emotional crisis then and there. However, he managed to balance himself anyhow and asked her to meet him after a day or two. She nodded her head obediently, and left to meet again.

    ........contd..........

Author                   Prityarth.

Determination.

 I will succeed some day,

 Is the determination,

 Will I succeed some day,

 Is contamination.

Contamination in will power,

And of course thought process,

Making life's taste sour,

As positive and negative can't coalesce.

The determination be as as a rock,

Nothing should shake it's base,

Should have much ado in stock,

In order to first the race.

It's the element of victory,

As necessary as breath,

Bid bye to, to and fro in valedictory,

Rely on it and be a hero before death.

Author                     Prityarth.

A day out. Part 2.

...... Contd from Part 1.......

The small door of the hut was inadequate to absorb at a time. The old man had been busy with perhaps his daily activity and was so absorbed and shy of his state, that he sat with his back towards the gathering.

Many eyes were upon him eagerly inquiring as if asking,who was this old man living alone in such a distant place. Anyhow, he managed to prepare his daily meal and then he faced towards the door. Rex now got a clear view of his face as it showed with wrinkles as the sun's rays were falling directly on it. Rex out of pity walked towards the hut, and stood in front of the door gazing sympathetically on the old man. The old man sensed the feelings of Rex and greeted him on the eye contact. Rex asked for his permission to get inside the hut, he willingly allowed Rex to come in. Rex was amazed to find no bed inside, rather a pool of grass were spread on the ground and that was perhaps the old man's cozy bed. 

Rex broke the silence and asked  about his well-being, gently Rex inquired about his family. The answer he got from the person whose name was- Martin, was enough for a person of Rex's age to enigmatically wonder. The old man, said that he didn't have a family as his parents were no more and he didn't marry. Rex eagerly further asked the reason of such decision in life. The old man didn't point out any solid reasons for that except destitution and poverty. Rex sympathized and felt pit for him, further Rex went a step ahead and called upon his father to meet him. Evans anxiously rushed on Rex's call as he found his son chatting with a stranger. When Rex told his father about the old man, Evans also felt sad and pity on him. The old man was around 85 years of age with no one to look after in his declining years. Rex made a very humble appeal to his father to anyhow help the old man, by that time his mother and sister were also there. They too came to know about the degrading condition of the old man and wanted to help him out. 

           The chain of events that took place and the appeals made by his family members bound Evans to think deeply about Martin. Finally he made an offer to Martin and that was a job in his office to sit back and only to handle the dossiers. Martin was reluctant at first, but when Rex persuaded many a times, he began to give it a thought. He reconsidered his decision and ultimately succumbed to Rex as there was emotion and concern in his appeals. Evans told that he would also get remuneration and a dwelling place on top of all the facilities that his old age would require. 

            They enjoyed the entire day and finally left with Martin, in their SUV. Martin rested at their home that night and enjoyed his dinner. The next after freshening up Rex, Evans and Martin left for the office together, Martin looked satisfied with the job that he was offered. In the evening Martin went along with Rex to the staff quarters where he would live. He looked happy as he compared his hut to this cemented place. He thanked Rex by giving him a hug and expressed his gratitude towards Rex.

           When Rex was returning home with his father, he thought that this was an accomplishment, he would always cherish in his life. He really helped a person who was in in need. Good begets good and evil begets evil. Hence Rex and his family were feeling proud of their good deed. 

          In his staff quarters Martin was offering his evening prayer to the Lord, and thanked Rex and his family with the deepest core of his heart and blessed them.

          Life has it's own designs and mysterious ways of showering blessings upon someone and this is well proven in this story.

The End.

Author                 Prityarth.

Wheel of life.

 The wheel of life moves on and on,

 Taking into account all your deeds,

 Inviting all to play along,

 Reaping as per the sown seeds,

The wheel of life has a set of principles,

On which it tests the motive of actions,

Good actions are rewarded by miracles,

Bad ones having their own reactions.

The wheel of life never stops,

As it has a huge task to perform,

Paying back the fruit of sown crops,

Fruits it repays like storm.

The wheel of life never spares anyone,

Be it a king or a beggar,

Also never leaves any task undone,

Whatever happens, happens for better.

Author                          Prityarth.

A day out. Part 1.

Evans was in terrible situation nowadays, as could notice the complaint on the countenance of his family members which consisted of his wife and two children. Wife was Samantha and children were Alice and Rex. The reason behind such happening was that Evans had been quite busy for the past six months immersed wholly in his duties, which had enormously increased in the past months. He planned a day out for the next Sunday as his thinking was that it will be a holiday and that everyone specially the children will be at home, and obviously since Samantha was a housewife, will be easily available.

             Evans on Friday discussed this with his family, and everyone was pleased to suggest the venue- as the hills nearby, which was more or less fifty kilometres from their place. It was a beautiful place, where there was always a clog of tourists due to it's wonderful scenery and terrific picturesque which attracted a lot of people. It was known for it's sunrise and sunset, people visited to click pictures of the moments from that venue. When the sun glittered from the hills thus spreading it's charming rays from the hills, it appeared no less than a heaven. Same was the case during evenings. Everyone in his family knew about the natural beauty that the place had, hence were elated to suggest it for the excursion.

            The plan was all set with the most sincerity, as it was a place of unanimous choice. The children started to eagerly pack up their necessaries, along with the help of their mother. Evans also thought it important to pack some of his personal belongings. They spent Friday night in preparation and on Saturday overhauled their SUV on which they planned to visit the place. Evans although had 3 vehicles, but the SUV was the most suited for the purpose. Alice and Rex kept all their carriage by Saturday night and they were all set for the voyage. Evans and Samantha put in their luggage early morning. Finally they started by 7' in the morning, as it was an hour journey, hence they didn't worry too much on it. Evans was well versed in driving, hence it didn't take more than fifty minutes to reach the destination. There were people all over that place, as it was a Sunday morning. First Evans with the help of Rex parked the vehicle safely and gradually they unloaded the belongings. They looked for a quiet corner to spread the bedding, which they acquired after some toil, to sit and enjoy. They found a place near a small hut, in the stony corner. They unfurled the bedding quite conveniently and started to live every moment, very soon. There were a lot of families sitting next to them and some were playing music, some playing games, some watching movies on mobile phone. Everyone was enjoying in the best way possible.

            Rex's attention was fully absorbed in the hut, which was at a very short distance from them. He could see the back of an old man, who was probably preparing his breakfast. His clothes were made of rags and reflected his destitution. Rex was an emotional adolescent with a philanthropic and altruistic attitude. Though he was from a well-off family, hence these were some circumstantial traits which were deep rooted in him.

......Contd.......

Author                                       Prityarth.

Motion.

 Motion is the art of moving on,

Beyond control and command,

Crushing negativity and walking upon,

Fulfilling life's demand.

Inertness should be countered,

In all sense be won upon,

Inhibitions also encountered,

Let all worries be gone.

Lethargy be casted apart,

Activity be the mantra,

Motion be added to life's planning chart,

Let us not become the greek Cassandra.

Motionlessness begotten upon,

Turning our fire of action,

Set ourselves from the dawn,

Be in motion overcoming distraction.

Author-                                     Prityarth.