UNCLE’S SHIRT A Story by M.A.Rathore

 UNCLE’S SHIRT 

A Story by M.A.Rathore

I can remember the story as it happened. This incident that I am going to relate to you happened many years back when we two friends left our respective sweet homes to pursue our aims for the job of some high rank, viz. RAS, IAS. My college friend Rajender Singh Sindhu was with me. I was a novice who could not perform the activities even his daily requirements such as making chapattis, and vegetables and even washing my clothes except that I could sweep my room well and wash my kitchen wares perfectly. We divided our duties; he was given the charge of making Rotis and vegetables and I was assigned the cleanliness of the house along with the clothes that I had to wash and iron them. 

 In the next flat, there lived an Uncle on the second floor. He used to work in an electrical department and was a middle-aged energetic man. Once he washed his shirt and other clothes. God knows how that shirt came to our compartment. I picked up that shirt and was ready to surrender to Uncle but instantly an idea came into my mind if I could iron that shirt, it would be much better for Uncle. I went to him to give his shirt back well-ironed. He thanked me for my services and went back to his room. The next day he came with so many clothes in his hands for iron. I stood bewildered and motionless. What was to be done? Years after I suddenly remember the incident as if it happened yesterday.  Copyrighted. 

HOPE A poem by M.A. Rathore

HOPE

A poem by M.A. Rathore

 

Never lose hope

You will never know

What the future may bring,

Future waits for you

With a garland and a ring;

No matter whether you suffer hard today

For your desired goal,

Don't let yourself leave

Believe you shall perform it one day.

 

One by one, you take a step

From the first task walking towards success,

With your mother's support

And a constant practice of talking;

Now it's time to get the fruit of the ripened action,

Sowing, watering, reaping,

And winnowing is at the last stage.

 

Your mother is waiting for

The day to come off with a fine feast;

All hidden sorrows will end,

So never give up hope.

                                                            Copyrighted

MY PET RATS A Story by M.A.Rathore

MY PET RATS 

   A Story by M.A.Rathore                        

“It is better to pet a cat at your home. It will kill all the rats, and you will feel relieved after getting rid of all the rats which are destroying the provisions at your house and teasing you at night; while they acrobat on an electrical wire which passes over you where you sleep.” Won’t they tease you like this, Sir?” asked a boy who was so curious and was looking serious to solve my present problem within a short time.
“Sir, do you believe in Lord Ganesha?
“Yes, but”
“The mice are the vehicle of Lord Ganesha. If you want to get rid of them, it is better to serve them ‘Modak’, the most delicious confectionery Lord Ganesha used to like.” suggested another boy who was so smart yet with a traditional bent of mind.
“Hum, OK. I’ll try.”
“I would suggest you pour petrol or kerosene over the hole where the rats live in your house. It will burn them all. Another boy suggested someone who looked mysterious in his looks and had a long haircut in some modern style.
“Hum, thank all of you for suggesting to me so many ways to get rid of the rats that have been teasing me the whole night,” I said.
I was presiding over as the guest of the last session of the five days SUPW Camps at Govt. Boys School, Mundwa. By the time we were in some teachers’ training camp on special education for disabled children or children with special needs. Mr. Kasaniya was the head teacher and the manager of the camp. He was the backbone of the institution; amiable and kind-hearted by nature. On the concluding day, I was asked to address the volunteers at the camp. It was a great experience with the grownups. They were all respectful students; young and getting maturity. I was in terror of the rats that had usurped my house with their band of robbers. I couldn’t able to sleep at night due to their access of them. They were everywhere. In the daytime, I used to think they were playing and won’t destroy anything from my house. But it was the way I was thinking. They started playing the entire night and cut everything they came to contact; even my documents were not safe from their clutches. All of a sudden there came an idea. I thought I should ask the students for their views regarding the issue. The session ended with laughter and so many questions left to answer them.
I came to my house with so much brooding in my mind which was going on. As soon as I entered my room I forgot all my sorrows as usual while I sat with my pen to compose a poem on daily bases. The last session took me midnight and a call for sleep. I went to sleep and had a deep sleep. All of a sudden I was awakened by the rats which jumped right on my chest; I got up terrified; threw the rats far from my body; sat on my cot throbbing and with sweat; sued them away and went to sleep again, but what could be done? They made me woke up the whole night. I sat again and tried to think the different ways of getting rid of them. I remembered the counselling of the boy who suggested me serve ‘modak’ to the rats.

It was winter. My mother had sent some ‘modak’ made of pure ‘Deshi’ ghee and so many other things we generally add; prepared at my home with lots of love for me. I got up and threw a piece of ‘modak’ in and around the hole which was made round by biting the corners of both the doors just between the centre, and went to sleep again. Yes. I got up late in the morning the next day though I was getting late for my school. The next day while I was preparing my dinner I had an idea flashing again in my mind. I made a chapatti; added some ghee to it and put it inside the hole. The whole night I was sleeping with ease though sometimes I could hear the quarreling of rats I was not much disturbed by them that night. The next day I got up; I had an idea again which was as fresh as my creative mind then. I started thinking like Skinner and Pollock, the great psychologist and scientists who had experimented on the animals like rats, cats, dogs and monkeys and invented so many ways to control the behaviour of animals as well human beings.

Now I had understood all. I began to behave friendly with the rats and provided their proper diet to them just before eating my meal. I whistled in a shrilled voice and put the food over there. I managed their food even on the occasions when I had invitations from some marriage party. I used to collect something for the rats from the nearby houses in the neighbourhood.

Months rolled by. I noticed there were not more than one or two rats left. And I had hardly seen them together outside the hole of the room where they had made a perfect hole in the centre of the doors. It was not easy to enter any cat through the hole. One of the rats was growing in size. It was not easy for it to cross the door through the hole now. As usual, I provided them with their meals. After winter vacation I came back and saw there, small rats playing there as if they were enjoying their holidays at their grand paternal house with me. I felt they were my children and grandchildren. Together with them, I used to dine as if it was my own family. Now they were my pets. The time I had to leave my old rented house I felt panged for my pets. Even while I am writing the story of my pets, my heart is benumbed instantly for them. “Had the cute pets with me?”Jai Ganesha. © 2017

IN SEARCH OF TRUE GOD By M.A. Rathore

IN SEARCH OF TRUE GOD

( Dedicated to Dr. Jernail S Aanand on his Birthday)

By M. A. Rathore

Those who run after life do feel

Thirsty and tired;

Know of their progression

Back to the grave;

What makes them proceed so long?

Who gives courage to them

To obtain a little bit more?

Alas! Man goes on running

After this and that;

And those who have achieved spiritual heights

Have certainly an idea of redemption;

Far away from the worldly vices

They have created their own abode;

And those who pine for what is not

Still burn in the lusty fires.

While they are in the run for gratifying their greed;

Still they are in search of some yogi

Who can show and guide them for the right path;

Who can manage their divine food

On which they can survive for a long time

And without any tension or distress in them.

His mantras will lead them

In search of the absolute God;

When they glide one by one on the chanting beads

Up to the seven chakras of inner body;

They are filled with the thought that

What they are doing is actually done by Him.

All rights reserved

WISH DR. Jernail S Aanand SIR A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY

& Share and Support in this CELEBRATION

Part 3: Whispers of Love By M.A. Rathore

 Haiku

Part 3: Whispers of Love

                                  By M.A. Rathore

(1)

eyes still being shown-

keep blooming happiest days

as dreamy budding

(2)

her enchanting eyes

requiring no lamp lights-

nights filled with honey

(3)

her unconcealed smile-

and I still am lost inside

this labyrinth

(4)

at play with the winds

the sun peeping through the clouds

a sail in its dance

(5)

oceanic change-

leaving no leaf unturned

my life's spring begins

(6)

a bath blissful soak-

I can recognize all trees

in ecstatic soul

(7)

rolling out her tears-

she washes deepened pearls smooth

glittering dew drops

(8)

decorating smile

made me an innocent prey-

still in her fondness

(9)

our deadly evenings

regarded with loneliness-

life after break up

(10)

two blue-moving eyes

floating in arctic water-

titanic journey

(11)

love smells sweet

beloved lets hair untie

the hidden lover

(12)

learn haiku writing-

peel more layers of true love

from lustful passion

(13)

yearning for sweet look

he will wait unwinkingly-

fleshy cheeks aglow

(14)

smiling through my pains

never accepting defeat-

I am a woman

(15)

unveiling the night

dawn scatters glittering glow-

her shyness dissolves

(16)

within these four walls

surviving on love poetry-

my favorite dish

(17)

counting syllables

lightening (up) my heavy heart

birth of a haiku

(18)

burying myself deep

in the reading of the bible-

break in the clouds

(19)

deciding the peace

the curfew bell rings for war-

ego clash between

(20)

the cloudy mountains

hide the lofty rising sun-

bridegroom bids her veil

(21)

spreading mighty ink

her undelivered letters-

waiting for reply

(22)

cries and deep sorrow

of a starving mother and child-

echo in a tunnel

(23)

reflective waters-

a chick watches the shadow

of its mother’s dive

                                                                                                    Copyrighted 2023

Steps Eradicating Terrorism By M.A. Rathore

An Essay

Steps Eradicating Terrorism

   By M.A. Rathore

It is to be understood that ISI is a well - conceived plot against all the countries not for a particular country. This is a proxy war against the scientific thoughts versus the equality of common man. In the modern era there is no use of such a filthy and ill thought. There is no place for all these activities. This should be opposed strongly by the religious authorities of all the Muslim countries and the countries where they are in flux.

The first step should be taken from Muslim societies and organizations that there is no place for terrorism in their religion according to the holy book, “Quran “. It is to be delivered the message of goodness by the well - educated Muslims who have been working with celebrities such as literary personalities, poets, writers, players and the artists. The Ulamas or religious authorities should try to understand that terrorism is not the solution of any problem that joining terrorist activities is of not a good thing.

Secondly, the government should try to join the co-operation of minorities especially of Muslim people where education is not so much and mostly remain uneducated, uncivilized and un-modernized. Seeking security they tend to the religion and like that other activities. They need to be modernized if we want to solve this deadly problem. For the stress and insecurity their drive forces them to assume ill - practices and thus the idea of terrorism is brought. The government should take some major steps to maintain the rights of equality with that of each and every Muslim.

Thirdly, some of the other religious activities from Hinduism have been spreading as pseudo nationalism these days. That is not good for countries like India where mostly people believe in secularism so this should be checked for the name of national patriotism. For it is not required in any way at present time.

Fourthly, media should not emphasize or spread the misconception or the news of terrorism without any strong reason because it sometimes acts as the instigator of such type of activities. After having taken the right decision for news it should be cast.

Thus we can solve the burning problem of terrorism which is being a glamorized theory of the youth. Copyrighted. 

Only Duty Can Save the World By M.A. Rathore

 An Essay

Only Duty Can Save the World

 By M.A. Rathore

Human life is valuable. It is accepted without any refutable reason. Time has its own importance in life. When we do not have sufficient time to love each other how can we deduce time to hate people. According to scientific researches all the muscles are contracted when we show hate and anger while the time when we are happy and delighted we win over the contraction. The change that is life occurs each and every moment everywhere in and outer space. A thing that was lively a few minutes before is now inanimate and dead absolutely. The thing that is famous for its glittering glints expresses its sorrow on its luck. All the things of universe, whether it is movable or motionless at its place, cannot escape from time's adverse effects. Time destroys the entire ego and proud of all things and man. So having known the secret of time we should fall in love for each other madly so that unknowingly time would come and show his trick drawing the curtain of life.

Love has a quality that it spreads when someone shows it. If a person does not get proper and genuine love from his parents, brothers and sisters, brothers - in - law an sisters - in - law, uncles and aunts and friends it spreads for all the public on account of his aloofness in particularly and this current of love not being oozed on the particular person but it flows all over the world equally without any difference of age and sex. With this instinct the man being motivated begins to start behaving all his fellow men as if his own brethren and the entire organism whether of animals or trees regards his own inseparable member of his family. Love lessens the fear of death. We all know the fact that we have to migrate from this world permanently.

Every man has his yearnings to be remembered after his death. He perceives his own replica in his posterity who will provide him some solace in the threshold of his future. This type of man cannot execute great deeds, for he is worried about the future of his off-springs. On the other hand there are some great persons who have the ability to create a number of fantastic literary pieces, get fame as the great poets and writers such as Shakespeare, Bacon, Milton, Leo Tolstoy, Kalidas, Abdul Rahim Khankhana, Mirza Gaalib, Mahrishi Vedvyas and Valmiki and more over who got birth in the world and became great by composing a number of great literature.

The universal and worldly things have the attraction of being enchanted that we feel less motivated to absolve our wrong deeds. It is not so easy to win over it as one thinks. The work being done above to the worldly actions is included in spiritualism. Those gifted persons who are away from worldly things have a brilliant beam like personality that even kings and knights prostrate in front of them. By nature they are holy, well - behaved, mild in search and with calmness and purity of heart. No worldly avarice can pierce their celibacy. They do not fear against death but regard it a way to cross the known world to the unknown world easily.

The importance of religion has been increased in the present context. Religious persons should be behaved properly in our society. It does not much matter the person belongs to which religion or faith he practises. Religious person does not think ill of anybody with his own words and actions. Acceptance of good and absolute good and discard of bad habits and practices is the real religion in its true sense. There is no religion in the world which preaches to widen the gap between man to man but suggests us to be free from all the vices and ill - practices prevalent in the society by increasing life's value. It is be desirous to spread brotherhood in the entire world if we want to save the universe. This is the only mantra or the secret of solving all the most burning issues of the world. So it is hoped to apply human virtues for resolving all the biggest or the pettiest matter by the mild search of God Himself serving your duty. Copyrighted. 

THE WORLD IS FUTILE. A Poem by Mohan Lal Verma

THE WORLD IS FUTILE

A Poem by Mohan Lal Verma©®

There was a disciple

Who served his guru with head and heart;

One day he was engaged to a beautiful girl;

With happiness, he wanted to see his guru instantly

So he came there to let him know 

All about his engagement; 

The guru said:

"You have gone away from me now."

After some days he was married

The guru was worried and told him,

"You have gone away from your parents too;

For you haven't accepted my mantras any longer.

After some days he became a father,

With happiness and enthusiasm

He came to inform his guru

He had a duckling face in his arms;

"Now you won't be able to eat properly," said his guru.

Days rolled with each crescent  moon 

His parents were happy;

His wife and son were happy but the disciple was not;

Even though he had forgotten to see his guru

But as soon as he remembered him

He went to him and said, "I am not happy.

For all have made me busy."

The guru told him to play the game as it went.

He reached his home;

Ordered his wife to make a delicious dish;

No sooner did he ask than the dish was ready;

All the family enjoyed the dish;

Lo! what happened to the disciple?

He went into a fit and fell unconscious.

His wife began to cry so high.

Soon the news broke into the village

The guru heard and instantly he came there

He had taken no time to understand the disciple's game;

Sitting beside him he made them fetch some milk;

Chanted some holy Mantras over that milk;

Asked his father to drink for the cause of his son's life

"You are sad for your son.

It will bring life to your son but in place of him

You shall die." the guru said.

His father made an excuse for his old age;

The mother passed it over to her daughter-in-law.

Each one of them declined 

Making some and the other excuse.

Now the guru himself drank the milk;

And asked his disciple to come in a normal situation,

Begging pardon from the guru the disciple said with devotion,

"I am mistaken to consider the world true and faithful

Now I've understood the secret of the world."

भाई poem by गुंजन यादव

भाई

पिता की परछाई होते हैं भाई,

छोटी-छोटी बातों पर लड़े वो होते हैं भाई।

हमारे पहले रक्षक होते हैं भाई,

अपनी हर बात हमें बताये वो होते है भाई।।

माँ के लाडले होते हैं भाई,

घर का चिराग होते हैं भाई।

रक्षाबंधन की कलाई होते हैं भाई,

भाई दूज का नाम होते हैं भाई।।

दादा को प्यारे होते हैं भाई,

खानदान का वारिस होते हैं भाई।

बहनों को बहुत सताते हैं भाई,

बहनों की गुड़िया छिपाते हैं भाई।।

सबकी आंखों का तारा होते हैं भाई,

बहन की शादी में जो खुद रोये वी होते हैं भाई।

सरहद पर शहीद होते वो भी हैं भाई,

सबसे प्यारा उपहार होते होते हैं भाई।।

बहन के लिए जो जमाने से लड़े वो होते हैं भाई,

बहनों की शान होते हैं भाई।

छिप-छिप कर रोते हैं वो होते हैं भाई,

बहनों को प्यारे होते हैं भाई।।

- गुंजन यादव ©® कक्षा-9th,

महात्मा गांधी राजकीय विद्यालय (अंग्रेजी माध्यम),

कोहला, हनुमानगढ़ (राजस्थान)

MATHS A poem by Atul Baweja

MATHS

A poem by Atul Baweja ©®

You know what is Maths?

Children use to afraid of Maths

While it is an interesting game,

When it is taught by our ma'am.

You know what is Maths?

Children find it tough

But it is a mystery,

Not less than learning the facts of history.

You know what is Maths?

Children use to play many games

But it is the game you play everyday

When you go to sleep or down you lay.

You know what is Maths?

Children use to get it solved

But it is a task you want to fulfill,

You can overcome all fears at your will.

~ Atul Baweja, 8th (Std.)

Mahatma Gandhi (English Medium) Govt. School,

Kohla (Hanumangarh)