Long silhouetted against the sky line lie the majestic Himalayas; their peaks utterly obscured by the dense cumulonimbi. The breeze flows intermittently bringing in a cozy ambience. The rustle of leaves is heard. Some dogs barking at a distance..
It is afternoon. All doors closed. People nowhere. Suddenly form the north, dense cumulonimbi drift towards the southern sky. The sky roars.
I see a crow in its nest in the betel tree. I see a couple of parrots flying in form the eastern sky. I see scarcity in the streets.
Far lined against the northern sky, some birds fly; and I savor the sight. Some trees with their heads high above the houses trap my eyes. Their beauty mesmerizes me. My mind laughs out loud in this breezy summer afternoon.
Under the yoke of unnatural oppression, they carry on with their work for the seemingly endless hours of cruelty and torture. They are desolate, despondent, desperate—they know not what to do. Yes, they are those who have no guides, no power, no resources. But, they have one thing in common; they have a dream— a dream to achieve success, fame. Their hearts are filled with sorrow, pain and their shoulders droop down due to the truculent forces of CHILD LABOUR. There’s none to care for them, none to bring them up. They are on with their lives— they themselves care for themselves.
They are hapless, they are helpless. They are born of penurious parents who are too impuissant to nurture them. They end up working in factories, industries, households from the green age of 6-7 years. The curse of the undying poverty has taken them. They have to make a living early in order to live. Can’t we do something for them? Their families? Educate their children for free? Educate their parents about this problem so that they understand their child’s dream, his future? Yes, why not? Why not each of us take up a challenge to try to enable education for any child we see working to earn their living? Protest against any instance of Child Labour? If each of us can do something or the other for them, there shall surely be some considerable change in our society.
Through this post, I appeal to all the social welfare authorities and educational institutions to visit every nook and corner of this so-called “modern” India and bring out from those, the plight and affliction of this suffering puerile society and definitely ameliorate their inhuman visitations.
HE FLUNKED RECESS. HE WENT CORDLESS BUNGEE JUMPING. HE THOUGHT KARL MARX WAS ONE OF THE THE MARX BROTHERS. HE THOUGHT THE ENGLISH CHANNEL WAS BETWEEN HBO & NICKELODEON. HE THOUGTH HARRISON FORD INVENTED THE AUTOMOBILE. HE TRIED TO BUY A GARAGE AT A GARAGE SALE. HE TORE OUT A PAGE FROM HIS CALENDAR BECAUSE HE WANTED TO TKAE A MONTH OFF.
1. It comes with an 1-hour warranty 2. A sticker on the bottom reads MADE IN OCCUPIED JAPAN. 3. The manual says when it freezes, wrap it in a sweater.
4. This is the best of all, On closer inspection, you realize the "Apple" logo is actually a "lemon".
These are in fact not my own. Some excerpts from a Joke Book. You might see more of them in following posts.
“Binnacle”—came the word bubbling through the mouth of Peter Sokolowski, the Editor-at-Large of the Merriam Webster Dictionary. I asked for the definition, asked for continuous repeats. Asked if it is “Bin-na-kel” or not. He agreed. I made up my mind to tell “B-i-n-n-a-c-l-e” but when, a sudden whim surrounded me; I don’t know with what spontaneity I uttered, “B-e-n-o-c-le”. Spontaneously came the reply, “The correct spelling is….” I closed my eyes in arrant disappointment, descended down the stage and took my seat. I was eliminated out of the remaining four contestants of the competition.
Paavan Agarwal, contestant no. 54, who had been sitting right next to me for the whole competition, came out as FIRST. Frankly speaking, I don’t remember the other names! It was only a week when I came out as 1st from the east zone at Kolkata after competing with Kolkata and Patna. And it was a month ago when I came out as 2nd from Siliguri. So fast these days have passed—now I sit and put down my thoughts, my delightful experiences on paper.
The 1st, 2nd and 3rd at Delhi received DELL laptops each and a couple of thick dictionaries although every contestant was awarded a certificate of merit and a dictionary. The experience at Delhi was a great one; I met 54 students, different kinds of people and was really happy to have taken part in such a marvelous competition. It’s my first time at a close-to-national level competition and that I became 4th was satisfying—but there’s still a “but”. I missed the laptop and moreover, 4th was below my expectations. Anyway, better luck next time. Class XI will be an opportunity. So, that’s for today. Comment, my dear readers!
Hey, it’s Christmas! So————Me-rrrrrr-yyyyy Christ-maaaaas tooooooo allllllll! The resounding thoughts of Jesus Christ along with the birth of the great scientist Sir Isaac Newton make this day the most celebratory. The supposed Santa Claus is a symbol of happiness and expectation from the kids. On Christmas Eve, he, with his poke of gifts for children, drops them into the houses from their chimneys and so begins a new day of giving and loving in our this mundane lifestyle. Christmas takes us away from our normal routine and brings to us a wholesome routine that keeps us felicitous for a considerable amount of time. I forgot to tell you, my birthday’s today, the 25th of December! That’s tomorrow! Let’s see what can be done. Some hopes of a sumptuous “lunch” are alive—but it’s totally “insubstantial” to me. According to me, nothing’s to be done or bought. All clear?
Oh! I’m just tired of this austere routine—study, study, study! Play, play, play! Is there nothing else other than all these? Who likes such a kind of a daily timetable? We have been bound with fetters to our humdrum routine and it is most unlikely to get out of such a mess before reaching a “ripe” age. Sometimes I think of surmounting all barriers and breaking free into the “meadows” of “William Henry Davies”. I can guarantee at least 60 out of 100 would like rid the drab monotony of habit from their lives. (I recall I had already indited earlier on this subject.) Two or more trips to the countryside per month would benefit us a lot rather than sitting in front of the idiot box all day or scratching heads at your workplace or even getting choked in the suffocating atmosphere of the kitchen. Instead, we might be able to have a look into the bucolic side of the world.
